Sima Yanru and Yang Qiao's cultivation were both in the late stage of chivalry, but Sima Yanru didn't take Yang Qiao seriously. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just as Yang Qiao rushed out of the ten meters, Sima Yanru sneered and dragged a black hair off his head.

"The power of the underworld, soul locking!"

This black hair was quickly straightened by Sima Yanru, and his eyes flashed slightly towards Yang Qiao, and then he waved that hair at Yang Qiao.

Instantly! A strange scene is presented.

I don't know what Sima Yanru did to Yang Qiao, but I saw Yang Qiao's figure suddenly stunning, and the look in his eyes quickly dimmed and sluggish.

And the strand of hair that Sima Yanru waved out, like an iron chain, instantly wrapped around Yang Qiao's neck tighter and tighter.

Gradually, Yang Qiao's face swelled a little red, but she still stood straight in place, neither raising her hand to pull the hair on her neck, nor did she have the slightest intention of resisting.

"What did you do to Qiao'er, you stinky? I'll kill you. ”

Ding Lan'er roared angrily and rushed out, but as soon as she rushed to Yang Qiao's side, Sima Yanru pulled off another strand of hair, and when her eyes flashed, she also waved her hair towards Ding Lan'er.

Although Ding Lan'er was on guard, she was still a mid-stage chivalrous warrior after all, and Sima Yanru's martial arts were quite weird, and the moment Ding Lan'er was wrapped around that strand of hair, she was frozen in place like Yang Qiao.

"I can't help myself! I didn't intend to waste time with you, but since you insisted on seeking death, I fulfilled you. ”

Sima Yanru flipped his hand, and two more silver needles suddenly appeared in his palm.

The tips of the two silver needles exuded white glow, and they were waved by Sima Yanru and shot straight towards the eyebrows of Yang Qiao and Ding Lan'er.

The two silver needles were as fast as lightning, and seeing that they were about to hit the two, Yang Qiao, who had not moved, blinked violently. At the same time, his body also emitted an extremely thick black gas.

Sima Yanru is no stranger to black gas, and so is Li Muwan and others. Because, they have all seen it on Ye Feng's body.

"Even Venerable Bai can't lock my soul, what qualifications do you have?"

The moment Yang Qiao opened her mouth, she saw that the hair wrapped around her neck fell out and fell to the ground in the air.

"Flying flowers!"

Yang Qiao raised his right hand suddenly, and with the swing of his right hand, a gentle force emanated, and the two silver needles rolled back.

Sima Yanru was shocked, hurriedly dodged his side and slipped out half a meter, narrowly dodging the two silver needles, and looked at Yang Qiao's gaze again, which already flashed with deep horror.

"How is this possible?"

Sima Yanru's horror did not come from Yang Qiao's ability to fan the silver needle. Instead, he was shocked that Yang Qiao was able to break free from the shackles of his soul. You must know that this soul-locking martial art is one of Meng Po's three major stunts, even if he only learns a little bit of skin, in Sima Yanru's opinion, it is enough to kill any knight.

Because, a chivalrous warrior can't cultivate the soul, and it is the soul that locks the soul and imprisons it.

But after all, she still underestimated Yang Qiao, or rather, Sima Yanru underestimated the qi of yin death.

The beauty of the aura of yin death is that it can strengthen the soul. Of course, Yang Qiao is not a chivalrous person, and she can't use the power of her soul yet. But this does not mean that Yang Qiao's soul is weak, on the contrary, because of Xiao Yun, Yang Qiao's soul is extremely strong.

Breaking free of the restraints, Yang Qiao glanced sideways at Ding Lan'er, black qi wrapped around his fingers, and tapped at Ding Lan'er's eyebrows, only to see that the black hair gradually loosened and slipped down from Ding Lan'er's neck.

"Ahem...... Cough! This stinky. Qiao'er! Catch her for your sister. ”

Ding Lan'er coughed violently, Yang Qiao nodded lightly, looked at Sima Yanru again, and took a step abruptly.

"Seven steps to give birth to lotus!"

Yang Qiao took this step, only to see Sima Yanru's body sway suddenly, and his eyes were a little blurred.

One step is followed by the second step. As soon as Yang Qiao's left foot hit the ground, Sima Yanru's misty eyes flickered with panic. Meanwhile! He opened his mouth slightly, as if he had seen something surprised.

Seven steps to give birth to lotus, ground-level martial arts.

This kind of martial art is a kind of illusion, and the person who performs it will take seven steps.

When Yang Qiao took the first step, a seed and a pool of water appeared in front of Sima Yanru's eyes. The seed was not big, but it seemed to have some kind of magical power, and it sucked all the light in her eyes.

As Yang Qiao took the second step, the seed also fell into the pool. Soon, the seeds sprout rhizomes, with elongated petioles cylindrical and oval leaves floating on the surface of the water.

Then Yang Qiao took the third step, and the lotus flower in Sima Yanru's eyes actually grew eight red petals.

"Good...... Beauty! ”

Sima Yanru muttered softly, and then took a step forward.

"Beautiful ......? What's so beautiful? ”

Ding Lan'er was a little stunned, not only was she a little embarrassed, but Li Muwan, Yu Jin and Jin Zitong in the back looked at Sima Yanru, and their eyes flashed with incomprehension.

The corners of Yang Qiao's mouth curled slightly, and he took the fourth step.

"Sixteen petals, what a beautiful lotus."

Before Sima Yanru's words fell, Yang Qiao took the fifth and sixth steps in a row.

Instantly! I saw that Sima Yanru seemed to be in the middle of an evil spirit, his left hand covered his open mouth, and his right index finger slid in the void, as if he was stroking something.

"Thirty-two petals, the world...... There is such a beautiful blood red lotus. ”

Sima Yanru spun in circles, his eyes obsessed with his fingers moving lightly, as if he was walking around a blooming lotus flower.

Yang Qiao frowned slightly, and then sighed lightly at Sima Yanru.

"This lotus flower is pink and white in my eyes. and in thy eyes, it is blood-red.

Ay! Your murderous intentions...... It's really too heavy. ”

These words made the doubts in the eyes of Li Muwan and others even stronger. They couldn't see any lotus flowers at all, but they saw Sima Yanru spinning in circles stupidly.

"Go up, go up and sit for a while, that lotus flower belongs to you."

With the opening, Yang Qiao took the seventh step.

When he took this step, he saw Sima Yanru's body slammed suddenly.

In the illusion, the lotus flower expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it became a three-meter round lotus.

The lotus has a total of thirty-two petals, and when Yang Qiao took the last seventh step, the petals on the side of the lotus slowly opened, and Sima Yanru did not hesitate at all, stepped on the red petals to the lotus heart, gently stroked the clothes on his body, and sat cross-legged in the center of the flower heart.

In the illusion, Sima Yanru was sitting on a lotus. But in reality, Sima Yanru sat in front of Yang Qiao.

Her eyes were closed, and a grim smile spread across her face. The soul seems to be completely cut off from reality, immersed in illusion.

"Qiao'er! Yours is the real thing. just took seven steps, and let Sima Yanru sit here honestly. ”

Ding Lan'er circled Sima Yanru twice, returned to Sima Yanru's front again, picked up her slap and slapped it directly.