Madam Mu retreated one after another, and under the traction of the sword technique in her right hand, the white fairy sword flashed brightly, which was already a magic weapon of the ice cold attribute, like a tiger with wings in this cold weather, and in a moment there were seven ice walls connected in front of her, heavy and thick. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, in the next moment, only the sound of "bang" and "bang" sounded one after another, and the purple mangsword blade that destroyed the huge tornado was still powerful, and it crashed into the ice wall.

The sound of ice breaking, destroying and decaying, smashed the seven ice walls in a moment, and the ice was splashed everywhere, and the purple mang sword blade was not weakened, but the momentum was even more fierce, like lightning and thunder, and rushed towards Madame Mu with teeth and claws.

"Ahh

Madame Mu screamed in fright, her face was as pale as paper, and there was no way to avoid it, so she had to do her best, her ten fingers moved, and the white fairy sword emitted ten thousand white lights, condensing into a shield in front of her.

There was a loud "boom".

The purple mang blade hit the white light shield, and although it was not immediately shattered, it immediately pressed the white mang backwards.

Madame Mu's pupils constricted, her eyes cracked, and she used all the strength of her body to finally barely block the seemingly unstoppable purple blade a foot in front of her.

At this time, she only felt that the purple light in front of her was dazzling, and the wind was cold, close at hand, as if she was facing a fierce beast face to face, which made her body tremble uncontrollably, and her heart was timid, and her soul was terrified.

However, before she could calm down, the surging purple mang's coercion pressed over like a small mountain, and the force was so great that although Madame Mu tried her best to keep the white light shield unscattered, she couldn't support it under her feet.

Zi Ling's face was as usual, relaxed and freehand, and after this successive offensive, he actually stood in place all the time, not moving.

But Mrs. Mu on the other side was miserable, she was directly pushed outside the gate of the Hundred Herbs Garden by the terrifying force of the purple mang sword blade.

Everywhere he passed, the bluestone ground was cut by a terrifying blade, drawing a huge ravine half a foot deep, and he was afraid of it.

"Zi Ling, you can't kill me. Mrs. Mu shouted.

No one is not afraid of death, let alone Lady Mu, who has the lofty status she has now, and will ascend to a higher position tomorrow in the near future!

No matter how bold she was before, she regarded death as home, but when death appeared in front of her, she cringed, she didn't want to die.

"Zi Ling, I didn't kill him, he still had a breath just now, there are winter insects, he will definitely not die, he will definitely not die. Madame Mu shouted loudly, her voice trembling unconsciously.

Zi Ling turned a deaf ear to this, and the law in his hand changed, and the heavy pressure on the Zimang sword blade increased a few points, forcing Madam Mu back a full two zhang again.

"Zi Ling, he beat my son to a serious injury, and he is still in bed, and I just teach him a lesson, so why not? You should be considerate of my difficulties as a mother, and besides, if you really kill me, you will definitely not be able to escape strict accountability, you are so young and beautiful, can you really endure the loneliness of being confined all your life?"

When Zi Ling heard this, he was still indifferent.

Madam Mu was completely panicked, not only in the face of Zi Ling's indifference, but also because the white light shield in front of her had been compressed to less than half a foot from her body.

Her breathing became rapid and heavy, her face turned from white to red to blue, her legs could not withstand the majestic force, and she fell to her knees with a "plop", and her toes and knees sank deep into the earth.

"Zi Ling, I curse you to be lonely all your life, you and the people close to you, after death, you will all go to the Nine Hells, refining skin cramps, never reincarnation, and the stone inside, I don't want him to die so soon, I want him to live, three hundred years, five hundred years, or even a thousand years, but I want to curse him to live like a dog, suffer from the eyes of the world, taste all the sufferings in this world, and watch the people around him die in front of him one by one. Madame Mu cursed viciously.

As soon as the words fell, she laughed out loud, and finally couldn't support it anymore, the white light shield dissipated, and the fairy sword was hit into the sky by great force, losing control.

Lady Mu's face was as dead as ashes, but there was a penetrating smile on the corner of her mouth, and she watched with wide eyes as the menacing purple sword blade rushed in front of her.

If there is a whole corpse, she will die without looking at it.

However, just in the middle of this life-and-death judgment, the purple mang sword blade suddenly stopped, stopping in front of Madam Mu and pointing a distance.

"Stop!" snapped.

The cyan light enveloped the purple blade, and the two of them soared straight into the sky, dissipating into the sky.

One green, one green, and a rainbow light, all three appeared almost simultaneously in the sky above the Hundred Herb Garden, and when the light faded, three figures appeared between Zi Ling and Madam Mu, namely Qingyang Zhenren, Xifeng Dao Man, and Ruthless Elder.

In a moment, no less than ten rays of light appeared in the sky, all of which were of different colors, and they were the heads of the various veins and elders who came in a hurry.

When they fell into the Baicao Garden one after another, looking at the huge ravine on the ground that was more than ten zhang long and half a zhang deep, and Mrs. Mu who was kneeling outside the Baicao Garden, her legs almost all sunk into the soil, the look of horror was overflowing.

"Xiao Qian!" a round-faced man rushed out of the crowd and cried, it was Elder Mu Hui of the Nine Swords Peak.

Immediately behind Elder Mu Hui, Elder Mu Lei also took a step forward, but as if he thought of something, his body was stunned, he didn't continue to move forward, his open mouth was quietly closed, and no sound was made.

Then he turned to look at Zi Ling, who had an indifferent face, even if he was not at the scene at the time of the incident, he knew that it was the calmest woman in the audience in front of him, who beat his nominal sister-in-law to his knees in the ground.

Especially the scene of the sky-high pillar of light that he just saw, he thought that even if it was him, he might not be able to take it safely.

"Zi Ling, how dare you do this? Leaving aside your status as an elder, you should also call her uncle!" Mu Lei said angrily, but because of Qingyang Zhenren's presence, he considered his words.

Zi Ling was silent, she was such a character, the more people she had, the more she didn't like to speak.

Ruthless seemed to be aware of it, and walked quickly to Zi Ling's side.

Although the snow in the courtyard disappeared along with the shocking bloodstains, she knew that it was not easy to force Zi Ling to draw his sword and kill people.

"What's going on?" asked Ruthless in a low voice.

"She's going to kill stones. Zi Ling said lightly.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, although the purple spirit spit out the words very softly, and the voice was not loud, but what kind of identity were the people present, without exception, either the first seat or the elder.

Looking at the world, these people are all standing at the top of the pyramid of Xiuzhen, the characters in the spire, not to mention the small voice, even if you slander in your heart, it is estimated that someone can accurately judge what swear words you have scolded.

"What about the stones?" said in a ruthless voice, obviously the fact that someone was going to kill the stone gave her a lot of stimulation.

"Inside, the insects are being treated. Zi Ling turned sideways and looked at the Dan room on the west side of the bamboo building.

Ruthless's heart tightened, and without saying a word, he went straight to the bamboo building.

The first and elder present, not to mention that they are all exquisite, but at least they are not stupid, and in hearing the few words of dialogue between Ruthless and Zi Ling, most of them guessed the cause of the incident.

The Xifeng Dao man frowned slightly, and the hand on the long braid of his sideburns froze in mid-air, but he didn't look into the bamboo building.

"Senior Brother Zephyr, why don't you go in and have a look. Qingyang Zhenren whispered.

"No, there are winter insects here, as long as that kid has a breath, he will definitely not die. "The people of the West Wind Road said.

When he said this, his face did not change, and he couldn't hear a trace of anger, but the first hundred miles stone of Shizhu Peak beside him raised a heart to his throat, just because he saw that the sideburns were long and braided, and a piece of scalp near his ears was pulled high and bulged, as if he might pull off that handful of sideburns at any time.

Everyone in the garden looked at each other, and Elder Mu Hui outside the Baicao Garden had already used his hands and feet to save his dejected wife from the soil.

"Xiao Qian, are you okay?" Elder Mu Hui said with concern.

Mrs. Mu's common surname is Tong, her real name is Tong Xiaoqian, she was an out-and-out beauty when she was young, and of course she still has charm today.

But when she was young, her life style was dissolute, even if she was fortunate enough to worship the Taiqing Sect and become a disciple of Nine Swords Peak, it did not change anything, and even caused the male disciples of the same vein to be jealous for her, and it was not uncommon for them to fight.

It is said that the previous head of the Nine Swords Peak had a headache for a long time, and once thought about whether to expel her from the Taiqing Gate, because it was too corrupt.

And when she learned that her master was going to drive her away, she immediately changed into a different person, focusing on her cultivation wholeheartedly, and her cultivation was advancing rapidly, and she was able to overwhelm the others in less than ten years.

Therefore, the decision to expel her from the sect was repeatedly shelved until the death of the previous first immortal of Nine Sword Peak.

Master's departure undoubtedly revoked the sword hanging above her head, coupled with the fact that her cultivation was already second to none in Nine Sword Peak, she quickly returned to her true nature.

It's just that she is much more cautious at this time, although she is mostly criticized by her peers, but fortunately, no one can catch her handle, and those who have tasted her ** taste will naturally not say it easily.

Later, she suddenly married her senior brother Mu Hui, and gave birth to her son Mu Zhe half a year later.

Mrs. Mu glanced at her husband Mu Hui blankly, grievances, fears, sadness, anger, and the happiness of the rest of her life after the catastrophe, all of them surged into her heart, tears broke the embankment in an instant, she cried, no matter what her identity was, she was still a woman after all.

Elder Mu Hui was busy comforting his injured wife, but Elder Mu Lei's face changed drastically, glaring at Zi Ling and gritting his teeth.

"Senior brother!" he snorted.

The current head of the Nine Swords Peak, Ren Canghai, ran out of nowhere and grabbed Elder Mu Lei's arm to prevent him from making any drastic moves.

Just when everyone looked at Elder Mu Lei, who was gnashing his teeth with hatred and eager to immediately avenge his sister-in-law's shame, a white-clothed figure ran out of the bamboo building.

Her eyes were swollen, and two lines of hot tears flowed down, wetting the placket of her chest, which was snow.

"Wang! Woo woo!" Xiao Jin was extremely human, and after screaming, he whimpered in a low voice with Bai Xue.

"Master!" Bai Xue choked up, and there seemed to be something behind her, but she couldn't cry anymore.

The audience was silent, only crying.

To be continued