The soldiers under the palace gate had solemn faces.

If it were possible, no one would want to face such a terrible enemy. You can't see her clearly, but you know that she is harvesting one life after another, and this sense of powerlessness is suffocating.

In the crowd, Tang An opened his mouth wide, completely dumbfounded.

He suddenly remembered the scene when he returned to the building in Dima City. At that time, Ling Bingyan's body was full of strange poison, and he was weakly strained to the ground, looking so weak. With her pale face and languishing aura, it is impossible to connect her with the woman in front of her.

But the reality is that they are the same person!

Only then did Tang An understand why he knew that the eastward mission was a trap laid by the Great Elder, but Ling Bingyan still dared to go to the banquet alone.

Not because she's stupid, but because she has the strength to control everything!

Cheng Yunhe's eight masters who had worked hard to select them joined forces to launch a shocking blow that caught people off guard, and in front of her, it was like a child playing at home. Far from posing any threat to the Far East, half of the eight men died in an instant.

No wonder she was able to become the leader of the Shenwu Sect, one of the "Three Holy Lands", no wonder she made such a big mistake thirteen years ago, and the Emperor of the Xia Kingdom still didn't kill her.

Such martial arts are really appalling!

Mu Suede, who was dressed in white like snow, sank like water, and said in a low voice: "Ling Bingyan has three great skills: Dancing Sleeves, Instant Prison, and First Moon Knife. Master Wei Zhongxue of Jixia School Palace is too old, and the master's skills are difficult to recover, and the whole world is ...... I'm afraid no one can be her best again. ”

Thinking of the scimitar that Ling Bingyan threatened him last night, Tang An frowned and said, "According to what you say, could it be that she is already the number one in the world?" Is the 'First Night Knife' very powerful? ”

"It's the 'First Moon Knife'!"

Although he made up his mind to ignore him anymore, Mu Rong couldn't help but glare at him fiercely when he heard this bastard's nonsense.

"The first moon rises into the sky and shines on the first night, and the first moon sets and loses the first night. The meaning is just different, but it's all the same. If she hadn't used a knife but a gun, and changed this move to the 'First Night Gun', I think it would have doubled its power. ”

Tang An smiled, saw Mu Rong turn his head again with a grim face, and hurriedly coughed and turned his face: "Sister Fairy, don't be angry, I mean...... She hadn't used her knife yet, she had already killed the four masters lightly, waiting for her first night...... Oh, the first moon knife is out of the sheath, who can stop her? ”

Mu Rong shook his head blankly and said, "No one." ”

Such a frustrating answer made the two fall silent. A man and a woman standing side by side looked at the flame-like woman on the street, each secretly thinking in their hearts.

"Even if the master is dead, he will never take half a step back. For today's plan, I am the only one who has tried to fight with my life. I just don't know...... If I die, will he think of me once in a while? ”

Mu Rong secretly wondered in his heart, the cold jade hand clenched the city fist, and quietly looked at Tang An's side face, but saw that his eyes were misty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Tang An touched his chin and whispered to himself: "I can't beat it, I can't run it, it's hard to run...... Does Lao Tzu have to negotiate with her? ”

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"Boom!"

Ling Bingyan stepped on the top of the giant shield again, a pair of wonderful eyes looking forward to life, like a proud phoenix.

killed four people in a row in a few breaths, and her sideburns were not yet scattered, but they aroused the murderous intent of the other four.

Seeing the tragic death of his colleagues, Huo Rang, Qu Rulong, Jiang Qiuling, and Jisu Daoren glanced at each other, knowing that they could not be broken by this demon girl one by one, and at the same time, they used their strength and flew into the crowded street.

"Demon girl, take your life!"

Gray cornices burst!

The Hidden Dragon Hand, the Overlord Spear, the Assassination Whip, the Laojun Sanqing Style, the domineering and incomparable four peerless schools, all attacked the woman in red!

Ling Bingyan is like a flat boat in the wind and rain, in danger of capsizing at any time. But even though the enemy was outnumbered and in danger, she had no idea of evading. The lazy eyes glanced around, and then sighed faintly, and his eyes were indescribably lonely.

As a master, you may always be lonely.

She studied under the first master of the Western Regions, and at a young age, she crisscrossed the Western Regions. Her unparalleled appearance, superb status, and unparalleled skills have made her a god to be worshiped by all the people of the Western Regions.

In her life, she has only lost to one person.

The man from Datang made her experience the taste of failure. Every time she fails, hearing the words "you go" from his warm voice, her desire not to admit defeat will become stronger and stronger.

Countless challenges, countless failures, and her proud heart is scarred.

Thirteen years ago, the only battle she won. It's just that at that time, he had already been exhausted by countless rebels, and he only held on with one breath and did not fall. And her full palm became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Looking at the shadow that was spitting blood, but standing resolutely in front of the door and refusing to fall, Ling Bingyan suddenly felt a pain in his chest, as if that palm had hit him hard.

After thirteen years of separation, it is still this city, it is still this door, and the man with a warm voice and a gentle smile is still here.

"Kill!"

In a trance, the four of them have been killed in front of them!

Ling Bingyan came back to his senses, a little excited.

seems to be a huge four mastery, but in her eyes, it is full of flaws. Compared with that amazing man, these people in front of him are like clowns jumping off the beam, and they are not worth taking action by themselves.

But she had to strike.

"Buzz!"

A dragon groan, as if Ling Bingyan, who had fallen into a demonic barrier, woke up again!

By the time the four of them surrounded her, the Overlord Spear had already poked out like a dragon. Ling Bingyan's long sleeves flew, his head full of green silk flying all over the sky, his elegant volley bent his waist, and his white neck brushed the gun.

Then, everyone saw her knife.

A dark golden curved scimitar was like a newborn moon, and let out a pleasant soft groan. The body of the knife was inlaid with rubies the size of pigeon's eggs, as bright and dazzling as the fiery red clothes on her body.

The scimitar made a circle in her hand, and she sent it out with a gentle and clever touch.

Like a living creature of spirits, the scimitar swirled around its master, flying in a circle around its master, cutting a wonderful arc.

When it returned to the white jade's hands, the deafening shouts of killing stopped, and the storm-like offensive stopped.

The four of them were still in the posture of rushing and killing with all their strength just now, but in an instant, they all fell like kites with broken strings.

"Bang bang bang!"

The four of them fell into the dense rebel formation at the same time, and the soldiers who reacted first mustered up their courage and stabbed their spears into Qu Rulong's heart. As soon as the people woke up from a dream, they slashed their weapons without hesitation, and the four people who were still heroic became bloody people in an instant, and they couldn't die anymore.

It was only when the four of them remained motionless that the rebels had time to take a closer look at the bodies. But seeing the bone-deep blood line on everyone's neck, everyone realized how redundant their actions were.

The moment Ling Bingyan swung his scimitar, they were already dead.

The eight masters who drowned in the chaos confirmed the horror of Ling Bingyan with their lives, and also made everyone realize why the "Three Holy Lands" became legends.

The giant shield opened from the middle, and when he saw the unharmed Dongfang Yuanxing with a smile on his face, and Ling Bingyan on the top of the horse like a phoenix spreading its wings, the rebels erupted into a mountain and tsunami shouts, and the Tang defenders fell into a deathly silence.

In the face of such a terrifying opponent, no one can afford to fight to the end.

Ling Bingyan was not infected by the shouts of the tide, a trace of pride flashed in his beautiful eyes, and he said loudly: "Tang Haojie, but that's it." ”

If ordinary people dared to underestimate the heroes of the world, I am afraid that they would have been drowned by the spitting stars a long time ago. But Ling Bingyan said this, but no one dared to refute it, she had already proved that she had arrogant capital with eight lives.

Dongfang Yuanxing smiled and said, "Your Majesty, is this your last resort?" If you stop there, the old man will be disappointed. ”

Ling Bingyan smiled at the corner of his eyes, and he felt a little lonely. She knew that this time was not to seek an opponent, but to explore the way first for the ambition of dominating the world, or to take revenge on the indifference of the loveless man for thirteen years!

With the big red water sleeve behind her, she raised her chin and said provocatively: "Your Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, do you guess that if this seat wants to kill you, will anyone be able to stop it?" ”

Cheng Yunhe, who was wearing a bronze mask, took a step forward without a trace, isolating her seductive sight with murderous intent, and said coldly: "You can try it." ”

Ling Bingyan's eyes lit up, and he said, "If this seat is not mistaken, Your Excellency is the famous Tang Feitian Gate Master in the Western Regions." I heard that the unsuccessful apprentice in this seat has suffered a loss under your hands, which shows that your ability is extraordinary, and you are not a vain person. ”

Cheng Yunhe said: "Thank you Sect Master Ling for your compliment." But you and I are our own masters, and it is useless to say more. ”

"Giggle." Ling Bingyan let out a presumptuous smile, shook his head slightly and sighed: "Being too bound by the world, how can you have the perseverance to reach the pinnacle of martial arts?" With all due respect, the fact that you can defeat Udo shows that you are extremely talented. However, your heart is too chaotic, carrying too many vulgar things. So--you're not a match for this seat. ”

"Even if you know that you are invincible, there is no reason to give way below." Cheng Yunhe puffed up his chest and said loudly: "My Tang boy, my head can be broken, blood can flow, and my will cannot be taken away!" ”

"What a sentence! Door master, I support you! Before Qin Tian could speak, Tang An took a step forward and said loudly.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were like themselves, Tang An arched his hand to Cheng Yunhe with great admiration, and then turned his head and smiled at Dongfang Yuanxing and Ling Bingyan: "Sect Master Ling, the Flying Heaven Sect Master is not your opponent, that one...... Do you have this qualification? ”

As he spoke, Tang An drew an exaggerated trajectory with one finger and pointed into the distance, and everyone's eyes involuntarily looked in the direction of their fingertips.

Behind the two rows of houses, they saw the three-story building known to the people of the capital, and it had a resounding name, called Feixue Yue Lan Pavilion.

At the top of the pavilion, a man in white looked at the battlefield in the distance.

He stood with his hands in his hands, and his clothes were blown by the cold wind, like a celestial.

Xia Guo and the others felt that they were very vigilant in their hearts: that person was standing in such a conspicuous position, but no one noticed it, and it seemed that it was not easy to match.

When the Tang defenders saw this figure, their eyes glowed with a different brilliance.

Although it was far away and the man's face could not be seen clearly, everyone felt a sense of heaviness like a mountain, as if this man was a mountain, calm and solid.

Looking at the whole world, just one glance makes people feel so reassured, as if the sky is falling and can withstand how many men are there?

Thinking about his identity, thinking about his glorious legend that has been passed down all over the world, every warrior holding a weapon feels a rush of blood rushing to his chest, and his eyes are filled with excitement and longing that cannot be concealed.

Because he's the one on the Great Snow Mountain!

(Chic is writing very hard, cheekily asking for red tickets, tips, and book reviews, is it okay?) ）