An old and a young, a man and a woman, volleyed and opposed. The powerful momentum emanating from the two of them made it difficult for those with low cultivation levels to resist, and they involuntarily withdrew far away. The more than 200 people gathered were half less in a blink of an eye.

Several streaks of white light pierced the sky, and a pink shadow became particularly conspicuous. The cold wind blew her hair, making her slightly angry face look even more pale. The slender jade fingers clenched the Burial Snow Sword, and strode in the air under his feet, and the sword light and shadow rushed forward at the same time.

The corners of Liu Chen's mouth rose slightly, the sharp blade in his hand waved in front of him, and the strong air flow formed a barrier in the air, facing the woman who flew over, the sword in his hand was ready to stab out at any time.

The sword roared loudly, the sky was like Mu Qing in the shadow of the sword in the fog, and the whole person was like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, colorful in the white light, rising into the air, and stabbing straight with a sword.

The sword light that penetrated into the bone marrow was brilliant and fast, and everyone watching the battle felt that this sword was like a flying immortal outside the sky, a blockbuster, if he stood with her, he was afraid that the sword would not be stabbed, and he would not be able to stand this fierce and boundless immortal sword intent.

The white mangs of the sky had already arrived in front of him, and Liu Chen's relaxed expression had disappeared, because the chill had already broken through his barrier and went straight to the door.

To break this move, there must be extraordinary internal strength far superior to the person who made the gong, Liu Chen obviously can't easily resolve it, if he forcibly takes it, there is only a three-percent chance of winning. But she has the Burial Snow Sword in her hand, which is a superb weapon in the world, as long as she is a little distracted, the barrier is difficult to resist its edge.

Liu Chen had no way out. This battle is related to the survival of the Martial Spirit Sacred Domain, he must fight, and he will win the battle, otherwise all this painstaking plan will be ruined.

The true qi in Liu Chen's body emanated, and white light surrounded his body, enveloping him in it. Suddenly, the powerful internal force turned into dozens of white lights under his control, each wisp was like a sharp sword, rotating rapidly around Liu Chen. Dozens of sharp swords went straight to Mu Qing under his swing.

His pupils contracted for a while, and Mu Qing finally knew that the so-called Lingyun Sword was not referring to a certain blade, but a powerful sword formation transformed by internal force. This is the real Lingyun Sword.

The unexpected change made her choose to fight hard. The Burial Snow Sword in his palm swung in the air, shattering the incoming blades one after another. The entire sky shone with white light, and the people below could no longer tell where the two of them were.

This battle was undoubtedly an eye-opener for everyone. The surprising Liu Chenxiu had already broken through the ninth grade, and the woman who fought with him was obviously not inferior to him at all. I was fortunate enough to witness the duel between the two Nine Rank masters, which was enough to give everyone the capital to brag about in this life.

Air.

Mu Qing's ghostly figure broke through the sword formation, his eyes full of hatred and anger, glaring at the figure in front of him, and his feet stepped in the air, like a flash of lightning.

Seeing Qianying coming, Liu Chen suddenly turned around, as if he wanted to escape.

It's not that easy to escape. Mu Qing swung the Burial Snow Sword in his palm and struck hard.

"Poof. The Burial Snow Sword easily pierced Liu Chen's left shoulder blade.

Looking at the tip of the sword piercing his body, a sneer flashed at the corner of Liu Chen's mouth, he didn't turn his head back, and the soft sword in his hand stabbed back violently.

With a "poof", the sharp sword with the thickness of a finger was plunged directly into Mu Qing's lower abdomen.

The pain, she didn't feel. She really didn't expect it to a sword, and she didn't even think about dodging when she saw him stab this sword. There was only hatred in her eyes, only the enemy who wore the eagle face mask in Qingyou Valley back then, and only the tragic appearance of Ji Chenyu before he died.

"Yikes!"

Mu Qing let out a low cry from his mouth, and the Burial Snow Sword in his palm slashed upward, and a red light flashed in front of his eyes. The Burial Snow Sword drew a graceful arc in mid-air along Liu Chen's head, and finally broke through the barrier of the neck, and finally drew a circle.

Before the white light in everyone's eyes faded, they saw two black shadows fall from the sky, one large and one small. After a closer look, I was shocked to find that the big one was actually a headless corpse, and the small one was the head of the master.

"Master. ”

"Uncle Shi. ”

The dead body fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

There is no need to look closely, just the people present know that Liu Chen is dead, and his death is unexpected.

A rare nine-rank master in the world was killed by a young woman. Liu Chen's death was a shock, or rather, a fear for them.

The blood dance in the air gradually dispersed, and Mu Qing fluttered to the ground. There was still a finger-thick sword stuck in his lower abdomen, and without the blessing of internal force, it was like a leather whip, and it had softened at this time.

"Demon girl, kill my master, I will keep it for my master today, and I will kill you. ”

Before the voice fell, the person had already rushed out, and the sword in his hand went straight to Mu Qing.

"Look for death. Mu Qing groaned softly, a soft sword twitched into his lower abdomen, and his hand flicked in the air. The soft sword flew like a leather whip towards the attacker.

Looking at the soft sword that ushered in, panic flashed in his eyes, and before he could dodge, the black shadow had arrived. I only felt a chill on my neck, and suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and when I reacted, I only saw a headless corpse standing not far away, dressed so familiarly, exactly like myself.

"Ahh

"Shhhhh

"She's the devil. ”

Others don't know, but the people of the Lingyun Sect know it in their hearts. Although he is not Liu Chen's most proud disciple, his cultivation is also in the two grades, and he can be regarded as a master, but in Mu Qing's hands, he didn't reach a single round, and he was fatal with one blow.

"Let's go up together and kill him to avenge the Holy Venerable... Enmity. ”

I don't know who shouted such a voice, which made everyone come back to their senses. Follow the prestige and want to see who is so appealing. The living did not see it, but there was another corpse.

As long as it is not a person from the five sects and seven sects, no one cares about who died, and no one asks.

The huge square became silent, and the sound that everyone could hear was the thumping sound in the heart.

I don't know how long it took, I suddenly heard someone shouting: "You still don't let people talk!" Before the words fell, a chill suddenly felt on his body, looking at the sharp eyes of the woman in the field, he couldn't help but take a step back, and whispered: "Don't let you... Only... Don't say... bar. ”

"Amitabha, good, good. In the end, it was Chen Ming who took a step forward and said: "Lord Mushi, don't kill again, you have been injured, it is better to leave as soon as possible to recuperate." ”

"Hmph, kill. Mu Qing snorted coldly, and the blood oozing from her lower abdomen had already soaked the pink skirt. looked at the people in front of him coldly, and said slowly: "A hundred years ago, the human race raided my elves, isn't it in vain, who still wants revenge, just say it." ”

"Amitabha, sin and sin. Chenming has also heard a little about the things of a hundred years ago, but this matter is also the fault of the human race, and he can't complain about the old things, so he has to persuade him with good words: "It is better to settle the grievances, why not let it pass away with the wind, today it has hit the holy area hard, if you create and kill again, lest it cause public anger." ”

"Hmph, the crowd is angry. A trace of disdain flashed on Mu Qing's face, and he said: "A hundred years ago, Mu Qing died in the battle of Qingyou Valley. When I came here today, I never thought of leaving. ”

"Amitabha, hehe, Miss Mu Qing said earlier, the son of Ji Chenyu of the Ji family finally sacrificed the blood sacrifice method with his flesh and blood, I wonder if the old monk remembers wrong?"

"Yes, that scene is like yesterday, and I will never forget it. At the mention of Ji Chenyu, a trace of sadness flashed in Mu Qing's eyes.

"Master Mu, can the old monk speak up?" Seeing Mu Qing nodding, Chenming pondered for a moment, and said: "The old monk was fortunate enough to see an ancient book in Niguang Temple, according to which blood sacrifice is the method of rebirth. ”

"What did you say?" Hearing this, Mu Qing's delicate body was shocked, and she turned around suddenly, staring at Chenming with bright eyes.