After saying that, his gaze was constantly scanning the delicate bodies of Murong Xian'er and the daughters, as if he was moving some crooked thoughts.

Even an existence in a high position like the Qingshan Sword Master, when he saw the immortal and flawless Murong Xian'er and several other demon servants and eight mystical girls with different styles and charms, they couldn't help but secretly praise in their hearts, they were really a group of beauties that were rare in the world.

It would be wonderful if all these women around Mo Lingxuan could be accepted.

"You... Damn!"

Murong Xian'er bit her lips lightly and responded coldly.

At this moment, she even wanted to immediately go out to kill the Qingshan Sword Master, but in order to take care of the overall situation, she knew that she could not be reckless.

"Wishful thinking, when the sect master comes back, you will definitely be buried here!"

"Phew, old fellow, don't take a mirror to look at yourself, the toad also wants to eat swan meat!"

Yun Yao and Yue Shiyan also had cold faces, and they responded coldly.

This old fellow, who has lived for hundreds of years, still wants them to serve him? Even if he dies, it is impossible!

"Wait for your sect master to come back? haha..."

And hearing the words of Murong Xian'er and the daughters, the Qingshan Sword Master was not angry, but suddenly laughed, and said playfully: "This seat, this trip is waiting for Mo Lingxuan's return, as long as he dares to appear, it will be his death!"

"Dare to kill the people of my Desolate Sword Palace, destroy my sword tomb, recruit my sword, this seat must break his body into ten thousand pieces!"

Speaking of this, the face of the Qingshan Sword Lord was already full of ruthlessness.

All kinds of hatred between Mo Lingxuan and his Desolate Sword Palace are not shared!

Murong Xian'er and the daughters glanced at each other one after another, without saying much, and there was still a sad look between Dai Mei's eyebrows.

Although Xian'er sent a message to Mo Lingxuan, it was obvious that they sensed that Mo Lingxuan had moved away from Qinglinjing, and they didn't know when they would be able to rush back.

"Wuchen, this seat will give you one last chance to atone for your sins, if you can arrest these people out of the battle, you can still return to my Desolate Sword Palace and be your sword!"

At this time, the gaze of the Qingshan Sword Lord fell on the Dustless Sword with a glimmer of hope.

After all, with such a proud figure as the Dustless Sword, he really couldn't bear to lose it in the Desolate Sword Palace.

"Sword Master, when Wuchen cut off this arm, he completely broke off his relationship with the Desolate Sword Palace, and now, he will only be a member of the Emperor Demon Sect, and he will swear to protect all the Demon Servants. ”

However, the dustless sword sitting in the square still responded indifferently and firmly.

Murong Xian'er trusted the person Mo Lingxuan fancied and opened the large array to let him enter the inner sect.

Then he, naturally, will also give back to Mo Lingxuan for his absolute loyalty.

If the Lord is not there, the Emperor Demon Sect, he will naturally try his best to protect it!

"Hmph, obsessed and self-defeating!"

The Qingshan Sword Lord snorted coldly, quite displeased, and at the same time, he also looked at the sky, sneered again and said, "The hour has come, and this group of people is almost on the road." ”

He wants to see how long these people from the inner sect can hold on!

As soon as the words fell, the powerhouses of the Desolate Sword Palace gathered powerful power in the palms of their hands, and pressed against the heads of the disciples of the outer sects, as long as the Qingshan Sword Lord gave another order, these thousand lives would also become dead souls.

"Sister Xian'er..."

This scene once again made Yun Yao and Yue Shiyan glance at Murong Xian'er unbearably, and shouted softly.

Although they have been by Mo Lingxuan's side for a long time, their hearts have become more and more tenacious after the baptism of many events, but the scene of their own sect's disciples being killed one after another still makes them a little unbearable to face.

And Murong Xian'er is not only smart and the strongest in cultivation, but also the first to truly become Mo Lingxuan's woman.

Therefore, they naturally also faintly focus on fairies.

"Sister Xian'er, let's kill it... The master said that the Emperor Demon Sect is never weaker than others, and as demon servants, how can we watch the disciples of the Outer Sect being killed one by one and be indifferent in the big array..."

After a moment, Yun Yao spoke again.

Yue Shiyan and the eight Xuannu all looked at Murong Xian'er with longing eyes.

At this time, the Ghost Demon Saint and the Dustless Sword Sect have almost recovered nearly eighty percent of their combat power, and they may not have lost the power of the entire sect, and they may not have the eight Nirvanas such as the Qingshan Sword Master. The possibility of a war between the characters.

At the very least, it would be good to be able to drag Mo Lingxuan back and prevent them from slaughtering the disciples of the Emperor Demon Sect again.

Looking at the indignant look on the faces of the people of the Inner Sect, after a long time, Murong Xian'er responded with one word: "Okay." ”

When she said this word, she felt as if she was relieved.

Before, she had always had to shoulder the responsibility of protecting others for Mo Lingxuan, but now, Yun Yao and the others all wanted to give it a go.

That being the case... Then go for it.

As long as it is dragged until Mo Lingxuan comes back, then... It's all over.

"Boom..."

In an instant, a bone-chilling meaning permeated from her seemingly weak delicate body, and it instantly turned the entire Inner Sect Land into a world of ice and snow.

"Buzz..."

With a shocking sword roar, the Ice Pole Sword, which had been suspended in the void at the top of the Emperor Demon Sect, sensed Xian'er's summons, and instantly turned into an ice blue macro light that appeared in her jade hand.

A fairy dressed in ice blue stood proudly in the void like a goddess, and under her slender jade feet, there was a long road of ice and snow, and the ice extreme sword qi stretched for dozens of miles.

The Infinite Ice Shadow Array faded, and the entire Inner Sect was unreservedly exposed in front of the powerhouses of the Desolate Sword Palace, but Yun Yao and Yue Shiyan walked out of the void one by one, descending on Murong Xian'er's side, and there was not the slightest fear in their eyes.

Yue Shiyan's Gengjin power, Yun Yao's wood spirit power and Murong Xian'er's ice spirit cold qi form a small Zhou Tian, gold, wood, and water complement each other, making them feel that their strength is doubled.

In front of them, the Demon Saint and the Dustless Sword were the vanguards.

"Haha... Finally give up?

Although he was a little jealous of Murong Xian'er's strength in his heart, the Qingshan Sword Master naturally would not show it on his face.

When he sneered, he waved his hand and made the other seven Nirvana?? The characters of the realm all shot together.

After all, he also knew very well that these people in front of him probably all had the ability to leapfrog the challenge, and they were careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

"Boom..."

In an instant, a terrifying force raged in this space, and all the powerhouses of the Desolate Sword Palace. The karma fused with the power of Tiangang that they had summoned to launch a powerful offensive.

The Qingshan Sword Master also personally took action and sacrificed a spirit sword glowing with cyan flames.

This name Qingshan Sword is a quasi-holy soldier, and the sword master sword that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Deserted Sword Palace. As soon as it appeared, it carried the power of incineration space, which made the strength of the Qingshan Sword Master skyrocket by a few points.

(End of chapter)