At this moment, in the face of a strong opponent, Feng Ling truly realized the truth that the puppet was innocent and guilty, he generally didn't use the Wind Emperor Sword, just for fear of being remembered.

There is no impermeable wall, but I didn't expect that the Wind Emperor Sword was carefully hidden, and it was still known to some people.

"The Wind Emperor Sword is not on me, and besides, it has been recognized by the Lord, you can't use it!" Feng Ling is not stupid, the Wind Emperor Sword must be related to the rise and fall of the Wind Clan, how can it be possible to give them a casual look.

The Wind Emperor Sword is extremely powerful, and the Nine Dragons are in the sky when they recognize the Lord, this phenomenon is really shocking.

"Don't say you can't get close, even if you bring it back, you won't be able to use it, and you'll be counterattacked!" Feng Ling continued.

A few people in the magic night were stunned, and when they heard Feng Ling say this, they really didn't seem to have a choice, so what should they do?

"Haha, maybe we can't take it away, the people in my clan have reached a certain level of cultivation, naturally some people can take it away or even use the Wind Emperor Sword. Demon Night laughed loudly, he believed that the elders and even realm masters of the clan who cultivated to the unfathomable level would definitely be able to control the Wind Emperor Sword.

"Is the Wind Emperor Sword really not on you?" Demon Night squinted slightly, and said in an unquestionable voice, several black-clothed attendants took two steps back, looking at Feng Ling with a sneering look.

This kid, it's better to be honest, otherwise he will die without a place to be buried, but they know how powerful the magic night is, and people are like their namesa, they are simply a demon.

"Not there!" Feng Ling looked at the magic night with firm eyes, took two steps back, and prepared for the battle posture.

Demon Night glanced at Feng Ling, slowly closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "The Wind Emperor Sword recognizes the master, it's not impossible to use it, there are two ways to do it right now." First, the owner will become an ownerless sword by erasing the connection with the Wind Emperor Sword on its own. Second, as long as the owner dies, the Wind Emperor Sword will also become an ownerless sword. Choose one of these two methods, and when the time comes, a martial artist who has cultivated to a certain height can control it. ”

"The first method is obviously not as simple as the second. Demon Night's eyes became even more indifferent, and he continued, "So, kill me!"

Rumble!

As the voice of the magic night command fell, the aura of the five men in black rolled all over their bodies, and two of them held spears and headed towards Feng Ling.

"Stop!"

Meng Yirou was anxious and hurriedly shouted, but the two of them didn't seem to hear it, and continued to attack Feng Ling.

They don't need to go together, only one person is enough to deal with a martial artist like Feng Ling, but for the sake of insurance, they went to two people.

Suddenly, the two men in black and Feng Ling fought together, and the clash of swords and spears sounded, and the battle was fierce.

However, Feng Ling's cultivation was too weak in front of them, and he soon fell into the wind, so he could only resist passively.

"Magic Night, you ......" Meng Yirou understood that these entourages were like dead soldiers, who did not listen to orders from the non-commanders, and she looked at the magic night without the intention of stopping, and was very anxious.

"Poof......

I saw Feng Ling's left shoulder, which was like a spear, blood gushing out, and was slapped in the chest by one of them, and he turned over more than ten meters away, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, covering his chest with one hand, and holding the ground with the other, unable to stand up.

"Young Master......" Meng Yirou stepped forward, wanting to stop it, but was blocked by the magic night.

Boom!

"Stop, if you don't stop, I'll die in front of you!" Meng Yirou was anxious, and in a panic, she pulled out her long sword and put it on her neck, forcing Moye to let people go.

"Miss, you!" Moye was stunned, it seems that Miss has feelings for a kid, and it is very deep, otherwise she would not threaten her life.

"Miss, the realm lord said, I have sent people to secretly ask you to go back several times, if you don't go back, this time I will bring you back no matter what, and my subordinates are just acting on orders, don't embarrass your subordinates!"

"I said, I must go back before I am fifteen years old, as for the Wind Emperor Sword, you can't recognize me as the master, you let the young master go!" Meng Yirou said and walked towards Feng Ling, "Stop, or I will die in front of you!"

Feng Ling was injured, Meng Yirou helped Feng Ling up, and in the process, she kept putting the long sword on her neck, leaving a small wound on her neck, and blood flowed out, Mo Ye and the others did not dare to move.

It can be seen from Meng Yirou's behavior that she would rather die by herself for the sake of Fengling.

"Young master, are you okay! It's all Yirou who is not good, I didn't dare to tell you that I was going to leave you before I was fifteen. Meng Yirou put down the long sword and pulled Feng Ling's arm, tears flowing.

When Meng Yirou was in the Wind Clan, there were a few times when someone secretly saw her and asked her to go back, but she didn't go back, this time she might have to leave Feng Ling no matter what, and Feng Ling didn't know anything about this matter, it was too sudden.

Meng Yirou felt a little cruel to Feng Ling, but there was no way to do it, if Feng Ling had known earlier, it would not be good, she wanted to spend a good time with Feng Ling.

"Miss, either you go with us, or we will kill him, and then forcibly take you away, the stakes are very high, I hope Miss understands!" Magic Night spoke hard and threatening, Meng Yirou is very important to the clan, the stakes are very high, and she has to do this.

"Take the young lady away!" Demon Night commanded a few people, a whistle sounded, and then a demon beast covered the sky and the sun, and landed behind Demon Night, its body was huge, judging from the aura it emitted, it was much stronger than Feng Ling's white eagle, this demon beast should have reached the martial spirit realm, and it couldn't be seen through at all.

So far, Meng Yirou doesn't dare not go back, otherwise the magic night will definitely kill Feng Ling, the person of the magic night, she knows it, and she kills decisively, like a demon.

Meng Yirou hugged Feng Ling, Lianbu moved, and walked towards the demon beast mount, Feng Ling hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her hand, and said in a low voice: "Are you really leaving, when will you come back?"

Feng Ling knew from what happened today that Meng Yirou was not a member of the Wind Clan, and her life experience was probably not simple, and the forces behind her must be terrifying, but she was fostered in the Wind Clan, and she must return to the clan before the age of fifteen.

"Young master, I have been in the Wind Clan since I can remember, and I have been away from the family for many years, and there have been several times when I went back, but I didn't go back, and I couldn't push it off this time. Meng Yirou said with a little choked up.

"Young master, you will always be Yirou's young master, when I am not by your side, you must take good care of yourself, you must become stronger, I want you to live well, otherwise I will be sad." ”

"Young master, the Wind Emperor Sword in your body must not be used as a last resort, this divine sword is wanted by everyone all over the world, and it is too involved. ”

Meng Yirou looked at Feng Ling with teary eyes, her lips squirmed slightly, and words of sadness and reluctance wrapped in aura came into Feng Ling's ears.

Feng Ling's face changed uncertainly, holding Mengyi's soft and boneless jade hand, his palms trembled slightly, and his eyes were soaked with reluctant tears.

"Young Master, the Wind Clan is the four ancient clans, although the current Wind Clan is in decline, but I believe that the young master can reach the peak of martial arts or even surpass martial arts, standing at the top of the continent, and then the Wind Clan will definitely be brilliant again! Don't look for me, you can't find me, don't contact people in the Dream Immortal Realm until you reach the Martial Emperor realm." ”

Feng Ling stood there, listening to Meng Yirou's words, his body trembled slightly, although he was more mature than his peers, but in the face of this parting, it was really unacceptable.

At this moment, the scene of the two getting along over the years is vivid, although Feng Lingcai and Meng Yirou have been together for four years, the things they have experienced in these four years are unforgettable.

Feng Ling didn't know either, only at this moment did he feel that this petite and cute, somewhat playful girl had occupied an important place in his heart.

"Boy, this is our responsibility, please separate the young lady!" Demon Night doesn't have much temper now, he is just a subordinate in front of Meng Yirou, and Meng Yirou threatens with his life, he doesn't dare to do anything, with a smile on his face, he said lightly.

As he spoke, Demon Night ordered a few of his followers to forcefully pull Feng Ling away.

Meng Yirou walked towards the demon beast mount, took a step, looked back at Feng Ling, and tears rained down.

"Yirou!" Feng Ling didn't care about the magic night and the others, rushed up, and hugged Meng Yirou into his arms, a faint fragrance emanated from Meng Yirou's green silk, such a fragrance may be difficult to smell from today.

"Yirou, the Dream Immortal Realm should be where your clan is, I will definitely go to you! No matter how huge and terrifying the forces behind you are, I am not afraid, I want them to recognize me, if the Martial Zun Realm is not good, then the Martial Saint Realm, if the Martial Saint Realm is not good, then the Martial Emperor Realm, in short, I must be with you, no one can stop me!"

Hearing such words, Meng Yirou's body trembled, and she cried quietly, "Young Master, remember what I said, I believe that you can reach the peak of martial arts, and I will miss you!"

After speaking, Meng Yirou felt the cold killing intent of the demon night, and hurriedly turned around and rose into the air, landing on the back of the demon beast, looking at Feng Ling.