Her whole body was cold and trembling: "You, how can you be the third order of the Holy Realm?" ”

She had fought with the third-order of the Holy Realm, and she subdued the other party with a sword.

"You, you can't kill me! I, I am the eldest lady of the Mingyu Sword Sect, and the young lady of the Bronze Sword Sect! You, if you kill me, don't even think about gaining a foothold in the Heavenly Realm! ”

Seeing that the other party didn't react in the slightest, Ming Yanyan thought that the other party had a strong "big aunt" here, and she was not afraid of Lingxiao Palace at all.

"Gong ...... Childe, don't kill me, don't kill me! She began to beg for mercy, but the knife around her neck was an inch closer to her.

Ming Yanyan immediately closed her mouth and didn't dare to speak, but her body trembled even more, feeling the cold breath released from the knife, she suddenly thought of something that might arouse the other party's interest, "Gong...... Childe, don't kill me, I'll give you the weapons in the Holy Realm! ”

"In the Holy Realm?"

Finally let him speak, Ming Yanyan breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, there is an old saying: men all over the world love weapons, which is really very reasonable.

She used this snatched Saint Realm mid-grade weapon as a dowry and sat in the position of the young lady of the Bronze Sword Sect, and now she can use this Saint Realm mid-grade weapon to save her life.

"Yes, yes! It is a sword named "Changhong", and the grade is the middle grade of the Holy Realm, but the power is comparable to the top grade of the Holy Realm, and it is a rare divine weapon! ”

"Changhong?"

Duanmu Ming's heart sank, and the strength of holding the hilt of the knife was a little greater.

"Yes, yes, if Childe has a sword of the middle grade of the Holy Realm as a weapon, his strength will definitely be able to reach a higher level!"

Ming Yanyan easily caught his imperceptible emotional fluctuations, and suddenly relaxed completely.

It's done, my life saved!

"Really?" Duanmu Ming asked rhetorically, if he remembered correctly, Changhong was a self-defense weapon given to Hong Tiancheng by his family Xi'er when he was in Xianfu.

"Of course!"

Ming Yanyan raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat on her forehead, and felt that her whole body collapsed when she was so frightened.

"Where?"

"In order to prevent being robbed, Changhong is now in the custody of my father......" As soon as she finished speaking, there was a sudden pain in her neck, blood slid down the blade, and her originally relaxed mind tightened again.

"Don't worry, Childe, as long as you return to the Mingyu Sword Sect with me, I will definitely persuade my father to give you Changhong!"

The two little ones on the side rolled their eyes as they listened.

"Little soldier, why is this plaything so brainless when you say that it doesn't have a big chest?"

"Who knows? Let's be born in a pigsty! ”

Duanmu Ming's lips curved, and his hand moved forward by half an inch: "What I asked is, where is the original owner of the sword?" ”

Ming Yanyan exhaled in pain, but she didn't dare to move, for fear that she would move her head as soon as she moved.

"What original owner? The Changhong Sword was originally from the Mingyu Sword Sect! Ahhhh......h I said......"

As soon as Ming Yanyan's words were denied, she felt that the knife cut in again, and it seemed that it had touched the tendons and veins in her neck, and now as long as the other party's hand moved, she would bleed.

Where did she dare to lie, and confessed with tears: "That untouchable dared to resist the Mingyu Sword Sect, and now he is locked up in the dungeon of the Mingyu Sword Sect!" ”

"Really?"

"The little girl doesn't dare to deceive her son!"

Ming Yanyan's legs trembled, tears had already spent the makeup on her face, and her bright face became extremely terrifying at this time.