In the void of reincarnation, in the vast mist, Leng Mu Ning sat cross-legged on a small hillside, her pretty face covered with dense beads of sweat.

From the first time she was accepted here by Zhang Sui, she sat down.

She knows very well what Zhang Sui's situation is.

Three Martial Gods, six Martial Kings, and nine supreme masters came together.

Not to mention Zhang Sui, even she herself will definitely not be able to support it for long.

However, she had to force herself to sit still and breathe quickly.

During the battle with Yang Xianlie, she suffered very serious internal injuries, so much so that she can only exert the strength of the Martial King at most now.

This kind of strength, in the face of the attack of the three great martial gods and the six great martial kings, if she just blindly wants to save Zhang Sui from the void of reincarnation, not only can she not save Zhang Sui, but she may take her own life, and in the end, both of them will fall to the end.

However, after forcing herself to sit cross-legged for nearly an hour, she could not get into the state.

Her mind kept appearing with scenes of Zhang Sui's flesh and blood.

Her heart felt as if someone had hung her on a scale, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

Ever since she released her suspicions with Zhang Sui on the eastern border, she has been thinking that if she put down her body before, she might have a different situation with Zhang Sui.

After returning to Xianyang from the eastern border, she often looked at the sky in a daze, thinking that the next time Zhang Sui came back, she would learn to fulfill her responsibilities as a wife.

She even had the cheekiness to ask the subordinates of the Sharpshooter Guard Camp who had become relatives and had a complete family.

She originally thought that she and Zhang Sui could finally be in harmony.

Especially when she saw Zhang Sui come to the rescue with the troops of the Demon Clan, and watched the Northern Army of the Protector Country being defeated and retreated by him and his army, she even forgot that the army that helped her was the Demon Clan.

Her only thought was, my husband, it turned out, finally become reliable.

Two lines of tears suddenly slipped down from her closed beautiful eyes, and Leng Muning trembled.

At this time.

But when his husband encountered a life-threatening situation.

She—

A peerless genius called the "Jade Girl" by the Terrans, one of the twelve martial gods, she could only rely on her husband to save him with her life, while she herself could only watch him being killed by the enemy.

Leng Muning suddenly opened her eyes and slowly stood up.

It didn't help at all, and now she can't calm down and breathe at all.

Moreover, even if she could breathe, in a short period of time, her injuries would not heal.

At that time, her husband Zhang Sui had already died.

Tears fell to the ground "ticking ......", Leng Muning looked up at the sky, at this moment, she really wanted to say to Zhang Sui, even if it is better to die together, it is better than letting me wait alone, I can't see you, I can't get the news of your death.

Bei Yan bit his red lips, drops of blood came out, Leng Muning sobbed, and his eyes flashed with fierceness.

If he really dies, he will become a demon in this life!

Suddenly, ten zhang away in front of him, Leng Mu Ning's pupils shrank slightly.

She found an enemy, one of the culprits who led to the current situation-

The Twelve Martial Gods ranked seventh, and Yang Xianlie who seriously injured her!

At this moment, Yang Xianlie's aura floated, and his cultivation actually fell out of the realm of martial gods, hovering above the intermediate martial king and below the upper martial king.

Yang Xianlie appeared here, which means -

Leng Muning's trembling body suddenly calmed down.

In his left hand, the superb holy weapon gentian gun suddenly appeared.

Holding the superb holy weapon gentian gun in his left hand, the bone joints made a "crackling" sound directly, and Leng Muning buried his head in his hair.

The sound of "sonorous ......" is endless.

Leng Muning lowered his head and walked towards Yang Xianlie step by step.

Yang Xianlie almost stomped his feet at this time!

At that moment just now, I was about to behead Zhang Sui under the horse!

That's just a little bit!

Unexpectedly, he was suddenly transported to such a misty and strange world.

It is difficult to reach the world three hundred steps away, and at a glance, there is not a single plant or living being.

Yang Xianlie was faintly anxious in his heart, if he continued like this, he wouldn't last for many days, and he would have to starve to death here!

Suddenly, Yang Xianlie's heart rose to his throat.

Behind, there was a rhythmic sonorous sound.

He felt the sonorous sound of the owner, that familiar breath, actually behind him!

Yang Xianlie almost roared excitedly.

The sky treats him well!

Although Zhang Sui was fled to an unknown place by him, he encountered a bigger fish!

He is among the twelve martial gods, countless times younger than him, and his qualifications are among the best peerless demons in the entire human race, Leng Muning, the commander of the Divine Spear Guard Battalion, is being sent to him by the heavens at this moment!

Thinking of the tragic death of his descendant Yang Yafu under her gun, Yang Xianlie swore more than once that in order to avenge him, even if the entire people of Qin State could be sacrificed for him!

He wanted to slash Qin Wuye, the king of Qin, personally kill Leng Muning, the commander of the Divine Spear Praetorian Guard Battalion, hang the heads of the two of them on the wall of Xianyang City, pray to the sky, and avenge the blood hatred for his descendants!

Yang Xianlie laughed, his cloudy eyes burst into fine light, turned around, and stared at Leng Muning, who was walking up step by step.

"The sky has eyes!" Yang Xianlie clenched the Glaive Knife in both hands, gritted his teeth and said: "Leng Muning, you killed my descendants, today, it is finally the sky that has eyes and sends you to my knife!" ”

Leng Mu Ning stopped ten steps in front of Yang Xianlie.

Raising his head, a pair of beautiful eyes were hideous and scarlet, Leng Muning's face was covered with a strong killing intent, without saying a word, he shouted coquettishly, and pointed the gentian gun in his left hand directly at Yang Xianlie!

"Die!"

Leng Muning's whole person and the gentian spear turned into a bolt of lightning, killing Yang Xianlie in an instant!

Seeing Leng Muning's fierce attack, Yang Xianlie almost didn't mention it in one breath.

Looking at the silver dragon circling around the spear, the silver dragon opened a large basin of blood and bit at him, Yang Xianlie quickly retreated while accumulating strength.

The two of them are like two meteors, quickly crossing in the void of reincarnation!

After chasing for nearly twenty breaths, Yang Xianlie's figure suddenly fell backwards!

Seeing this, Leng Muning's eyes were filled with killing intent, and the whole person jumped up two feet high!

"Dragon's Thorn!"

With a coquettish shout, it soared into the sky, Leng Mu Ning and the silver gentian spear turned into a silver dragon, churning, and rushed towards Yang Xianlie who fell to the ground!

Seeing the silver dragon rushing forward, Yang Xianlie, who was lying on the ground, showed a smug smile on his mouth.

A carp turned over, and Yang Xianlie held his hands on the Glaive Knife, which had accumulated enough qi, and slashed out towards the silver dragon that was killing from top to bottom!

"Canglong Po!"

A blue dragon roared out from the Glaive and rushed out, instantly catching up with the silver dragon!

"Boom!"

Visible fluctuations like a hurricane sweeping across the earth!

Yang Xianlie, who was standing, slowly fell backwards under the pressure of fluctuations!

The glaive knife stabbed into the ground, and Yang Xianlie stabilized his body!

After the hurricane swept through, I saw a figure in black armor shattering inch by inch above the void, soaked in blood all over his body, and fell down.

Beside her, the gentian gun kept making dragon groans, as if trying to wake up her master.

The corners of Yang Xianlie's mouth cracked, and he laughed with tears.

Holding the Glaive Knife tightly with both hands, Yang Xianlie rushed over, stood under Leng Mu Ning, raised the big knife, and waited for her to fall.

One foot distance!

Eight feet away!

Seven feet away!

……

Three feet away!

Yang Xianlie raised the Glaive Knife, looked at Leng Mu Ning, who was already within reach, and slashed it down!

"Yafu, grandpa has avenged you!"

"Up!"

A male voice suddenly sounded from the sky!