Everyone's hearts were shocked again, and this time the impact was even stronger, so that they couldn't say a word, but their hearts were set off with turbulent waves.

"No......" Lin Jiaming shook his head, his face turned pale, and muttered in disbelief: "These are two ancestors!"

"Tearing the Sword God Valley Ancestor holding the sword arm and cutting off the Wind Thunder Gate Ancestor, what kind of means is this?" Nie Ziyan's heart fluctuated, and her voice trembled slightly, "Should I be glad that I am still alive?"

"Grandpa, Master Jiang, can you deal with him?" Song Morui couldn't help but ask.

Ouyang Huachuan was stunned and hesitated for a long time before he let out a hoarse voice: "Master Jiang...... It's invincible. ”

Only this time, his confidence is not as sufficient as it was at the beginning.

In the Lin family's camp, the remaining disciples and elders of the Wind Thunder Sect and the Sword God Valley all bowed their heads weakly and in despair, their revenge failed, their vitality was greatly damaged, and they could never recover.

"Who are you, at least tell me whose hands I died on!" the Sword God Valley Ancestor asked tremblingly, holding his severed arm, scarlet blood flowing through his fingers.

He believed that he was good at swordsmanship, but under Ling Yu's amazing sword, he felt a deep powerlessness and an insurmountable gap, and the sword rhyme in it was indescribable, reaching a certain extreme, which was his lifelong pursuit, but it was a pity that he only spied the fur of the fur throughout his life.

Before Ling Yu could speak, a voice as cold as ice sounded, "You won't die. ”

A white figure was particularly evident in the night sky, like a beautiful streamer, coming from a distance.

"It's Master Jiang!"

Everyone raised their heads one after another, staring at the graceful shadow, their expressions were either excited or solemn.

They all knew that she had appeared, and Master Jiang was coming.

"Childe is preparing something, and I'll be there soon. ”

This woman's white dress is like snow, her face is as cold as frost, and she stands calmly under the starry sky, it is Jiang Fan's maid Li'er.

At this time, the moon is half silver and half purple, and the soft and bright light is sprinkled down, like a silver and purple gauze dress, draped on her body, and the charm, temperament, and beauty are set off to the fullest.

"I said, he won't die, do you understand what I mean?" The woman in the white dress held a delicate sword in her hand, just like a female sword fairy who walked out of an ancient painting, and her indifferent gaze fell on Ling Yu, as if she was giving an order to her subordinates, "Now, return the broken arm to him." ”

Ling Yu didn't speak, nor did he look at her, but he seemed to be really afraid of this person with the identity of a maid, and he wanted to return the broken arm to the Sword God Valley Ancestor.

Rumble!

The sound exploded, and the severed arm was still holding a sharp sword in his hand, and at this moment it broke through the sound barrier, like a whistling cannonball, piercing through its owner's body.

Everything happened so fast that no one reacted, even the woman in the white dress screamed coldly when the corpse of the Sword God Valley Ancestor fell, "You went against my will, you will pay for it!"

Shangguan Yuling didn't know why, his anger boiled in his chest, and the whole person rose into the air, and his body bloomed with fierce blood.

"What are you? What do you rely on to dare to speak to him like that?"

The cold voice was full of murderous intent, and the blood-colored blade condensed in her palm and stabbed into the heart of the woman in the white dress.

"What are you, dare to attack me?"

The woman in the white dress snorted coldly, and her slender jade hand moved slightly, accompanied by a crisp sword sound, and the sword was unsheathed.

The sword flashed, and the blood bloomed.

Shangguan Yuling didn't touch the woman in the white dress, and her figure flew out weakly, and there was a shocking sword mark on her abdomen, and the bones were visible, and a large piece of clothing was dyed red.

"Sister!"

Ding Zhen yelled and hurriedly caught her with soft strength.

"Feather Spirit!"

Su Wanwan and others also surrounded them, anxious.

"She can't die. Ling Yu said calmly.

Ding Zhen and the others were stunned, and then nodded, relieved in their hearts, Ling Yu's words were beyond doubt.

"Don't underestimate that maid, I'm not necessarily her opponent. Nie Ziyan walked over, looked at Shangguan Yuling, who was trying not to close his eyes, and said lightly: "Even I can crush you, what's the difference between you going up and looking for death?"

"What are you talking about!" Ding Zhen was furious and wanted to go crazy.

"Nope. Shangguan Yuling spoke weakly, and her gloomy eyes welled up with extreme unwillingness, "She ...... That's right, I'm too weak......"

Speaking of the back, her voice was sobbing slightly, and warm tears flowed from her reddened eyes, like a weak little girl, looking so helpless.

"Sister ......"

"Since I feel too weak. Ling Yu suddenly spoke, his calm gaze fell on her, and his unwavering voice seemed to be able to give people a great convincing, "Then it's better to be stronger." ”

Then it's good to be stronger......

Shangguan Yuling's heart was shocked, as if he had made up his mind, and there was an indescribable firmness in his eyes, "Hmm!"

"You're in terrible condition, I'll take care of your wounds. Nie Ziyan squatted down.

Ding Zhen and the others wanted to stop it, but they found that under the effect of a strange instrument in her hand, Shangguan Yuling's injuries were improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Why are you ......?" everyone was puzzled.

Nie Ziyan said casually: "I'm a law enforcer, I don't participate in your grievances, I'm just helping the people I admire." ”

Ding Zhen's brother and sister did not speak, and silently wrote down this kindness.

"She's also your maid, right?" The woman in the white dress glanced at Nie Ziyan faintly and looked at Ling Yu, "She is far worse than me, then, correspondingly, you are also far worse than Gongzi." ”

"She's not my maid. Ling Yu shook his head, "However, you shouldn't be jumping around in front of me. ”

"Really?" the woman in the white dress was disdainful and said indifferently: "Before the son arrives, I will personally test whether you have the ...... to fight him."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly found that Ling Yu had already come to her side, holding her sword in her hand, and the sword was dripping blood.

Dripping ...... Her blood!

(End of chapter)