Lu Zheng relied on Jing Shi An Ci to gain a firm foothold in the Wu Kingdom, and he usually flattered Sheng Wufang, and Sheng Wufang felt his breath from the letter of "kill", where did he not know that this was originally Xu Chen's thing.

After Xu Chen's death, Ye Xinling took away his mustard seed bag, and then used what was originally used against her to deal with herself.

Lu Zheng didn't think about letting Ye Xinling leave the ruins of Taishi Palace alive this time, and this "kill" letter was even more powerful than the previous one.

The paper is made of 500-year-old thunder wood pulp, with light blue paper patterns like thunder, and the ink is made of gold ink mixed with the essence blood of his tongue and heptyl gold powder.

Gengjin stone powder can increase attack power, thunder fluttering paper is more precious than Gengjin stone powder, Lu Zheng only has five pages, this time he gritted his teeth and used a page in order to kill Ye Xinling, and now the attack of this "kill" letter is equivalent to Lu Zheng's own full blow.

Lu Zheng, who had already been sealed two hundred years ago, and Ye Xinling's ancestor Sheng Wuhou were figures of the same period, and his full force was so terrifying.

If Lu Zheng knew that what he used to kill Ye Xinling, but in the end it ended up in her hands and used by her, he would definitely be so angry that he vomited blood.

The vitality of a radius of thousands of miles surged, and the dark clouds on the head dǐng rolled more and more fiercely, like a beast ready to attack.

The wind is unbridled,... ＠dǐng… ＠diǎn… @小... @说, .↓.o⊥ strong wind blew everyone on the top of the mountain so badly that they couldn't open their eyes.

The red sword was fast and fast, and light blue lightning was entwined around it, whistling past it with a crackling sound from time to time.

The sword light that could break through the clouds and break out of the sky only lasted a few breaths before it was defeated.

Saint Wufang quickly turned out the lotus bronze mirror to protect in front of him, and the lotus bronze mirror was a high-grade spiritual weapon. Still couldn't stop the red sword, the bronze mirror was shattered, and Saint Wufang was knocked into the mountain where Wang Yan and the others were standing, breaking through the entire mountain.

The long sword in her hand flew out of her hand, and Lei Ren reached out to catch it, and bowed to her with a smile: "Thank you Holy Maiden for the sword." ”

Lei Ren said that it was the sword of the sword, but Saint Wufang thought that he was still talking about the sword of the slut.

She didn't succeed in killing Ye Xinling, but was injured by the red sword, and when she heard Lei Ren's words again, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the fog that originally covered her face seemed to collapse.

That sword is in touch with the Holy Immaculate, in fact, as long as she moves her mind, the sword will return to her hand. But she would be so angry that she forgot about it. When she came back to her senses, she had been thrown into the treasure bell by Ye Xinling and imprisoned, and Saint Wufang suddenly lost her sense with the sword.

Saint Wufang was arrogant, and there was no defeat in the same rank, she never thought that one day she would be injured in the hands of a little girl whose cultivation was lower than her. It was also responded to by two people who cultivated to a lower level.

She had never suffered such a disgrace since becoming a saint.

Saint Wufang didn't take Ye Xinling in his eyes in the first place. Thought it would be easy to kill her.

But now Ye Xinling is standing there well. Instead, she was wounded and lost her sword.

Many of the people on the top of the mountain were already stunned, unable to believe what had just happened in front of them.

Saint Flawless was sent flying?

And vomited blood?

Saint Flawless is already in the late stage of the Spirit Martial Realm. And in the early stage of Ye Xinling's spiritual martial realm, she actually injured Saint Wufang?

Qu Xianwen originally planned to help Ye Xinling when she couldn't support it, but who knew that people wouldn't need it at all.

Su E didn't expect this to be the case, her eyes staring at the red sword in the air flashing with greed.

She looked down on Ye Xinling and felt that Ye Xinling did not have such a high strength, and the reason why it was like this was all because of them.

Only Wang Yan smiled and took it for granted.

The mist on Saint Wufang's face writhed, and it looked a little hideous.

The character who was originally as high as a fairy has a bit of the taste of the Nine Shadows Witch at this time.

"The master gave me a thing, which was originally used to deal with Wang Yan, and today I will cheapen you, so let you taste it first." The voice of the Holy Immaculate was as cold as frost.

Ye Xinling's heart suddenly sudden, and a strong sense of crisis came up.

A stone tablet appeared behind the Holy Immaculate, the appearance of the stone tablet was very simple, there were many cracks on it, and the dust looked inconspicuous, but it was very dangerous to Ye Xinling.

"Let's go!" Ye Xinling didn't say a word, and flew away in the distance on the Qinglan boat.

Qu Xianwen, who was on the top of the mountain, saw that the stone tablet's face changed greatly. "She actually brought this thing!"

"Are you okay?" Saint Wufang pointed at the stele and flew towards Qinglanzhou, it didn't fly fast, and it was even a little clumsy, but Ye Xinling didn't dare to underestimate it because of this.

The sense of crisis became stronger and stronger, she urged Qing Lanzhou to fly desperately, and the speed had reached the limit of Qing Lanzhou, but she felt that the distance between her and the stele was not farther, but was getting closer and closer, but the stele was obviously not fast.

It's so weird!

Ye Xinling pursed her lips, and the red sword formed by the killing letter stabbed towards the stele, and the sword was immediately swallowed into the stele when it touched the stele.

"This ......" Ye Xinling didn't expect the red sword to break through the stele, she just wanted to block it for a while, but she didn't expect to be swallowed in just one shot.

Devouring magic weapons?

Just when Ye Xinling thought so, the stele shook, and the red sword that was originally devoured flew out of it again, attacking Ye Xinling in turn, and the murderous aura on the sword was even stronger than before it was devoured.

At this time, the stele suddenly tore through the void and appeared behind Qing Lanzhou. It exuded a terrifying aura, and Qing Lanzhou disintegrated in an instant, and Ye Xinling and the three of them were ruthlessly crushed.

In the end, between the lightning and flint, Wang Yan wanted to make a move, but it was too late.

One of the three of them was seriously injured and fainted, and they didn't even know how they were injured.

The three of them fell from the sky, and the red sword galloped towards pierce the three of them, and Mao Tuan'er squeaked in impatience. At the last moment, the treasure bell on Ye Xinling's waist emitted a golden light, carrying them into the distance.

Saint Wufang chased after her, her speed was fast and the stone tablet could tear through space, but after chasing, she lost the trace of the three of them.

"I escaped!"

"Hmph, can you escape this time and next time?" The saint had no time to put away the stone tablet and left.

As soon as she left, Wang Yan's figure appeared, and he looked in the direction where the saint had left without time.

"To kill, or not to kill?"

He took out the long knife from the mustard seed bag, and stroked it with his hand, killing intent churning, he hadn't wanted to kill someone so much in a long time.

He seemed to be about to go with the knife, but he forced himself to press the urge.

"Maybe you prefer to do it yourself."

"Then I'll leave her to you."

Ye Xinling kept coughing, spitting out a mouthful of blood every time she coughed, and her internal organs hurt hotly as if they were about to shatter. The body is extremely heavy, and I can't lift half of my strength, and it is as difficult to open my eyes as it is to push a boulder of tens of millions of catties.

She wanted to speak, but her throat felt like someone was choking.

She felt her mouth be torn open and a drop of fresh water dripped in. (To be continued.) )

PS: Happy Christmas Eve!

A few days ago, my son was sick and had a few days of stomach pulling.

People feel that they have suffered a few pounds.