The thin sword came very quickly, with an abundance of true yuan attached to it, and faintly with firelight, it shot like a poisonous snake in the city gate and stabbed straight at the back of Ying Baoyue's heart.

"Your Highness!"

Ji Ange, who was pushed into his brother's arms, struggled to get up, but his shoulders were held down by a pair of big palms, and Ji Qingyuan's tense voice sounded above his head, "Don't be afraid, she's fine." ”

Ji Ange's eyes widened.

Although the thin sword came suddenly and the angle was vicious and terrifying, I saw Ying Baoyue turn around, and the bright blade grazed her shoulder, only cutting off a thin piece of cloth.

Ji Ange breathed a sigh of relief, she shouldn't have worried, after all, the person standing in front of her was not an ordinary weak woman, but the leader of the Junior Ceremony. This kind of dodging swordsmanship is Yingyue's forte.

Ji Ange knew very well that the cultivators of the ordinary rank six were not the opponents of this new leader, there were too many killers before, and there was only one person sneak attack at this time, the only thing to worry about was that Ying Baoyue had fought all night and didn't know what his physical condition was.

I don't know where it came from, but the city gate soldiers didn't stop it. However, Ji Jiashu and the others were behind, so many people were not a problem to deal with a killer, Ji Ange was relieved, but at this moment, she suddenly found the stiffness of the men around her.

The thin sword missed a blow, and once again slashed viciously, that person seemed to have an inexhaustible true element, the angle was not clever, but the victory was that the true element was extremely powerful, and it could be suppressed by strength alone, and the sword wind roared fiercely, raising the pink dress.

Looking at the dress in front of him and the person holding a thin sword stabbing at Ying Baoyue, Ji Ange's pupils contracted, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Xu ......"

Ji Ange's teeth were fighting, but at this time, a fire rose in front of her eyes, and the man had already taken out his sword again and rushed towards Ying Baoyue, Ji Ange was held by Ji Qingyuan and took more than a dozen steps back, looking at the cultivator with a strong body in the distance, and felt that there was something wrong with his eyes.

"How is that possible?"

There was only one thought in Ji Ange's mind.

That's how could it be her?

The sky is getting brighter, and there are more pedestrians on the side of the road, looking at the woman who is covered with a strong true yuan all over her body, the eyes of the people on the side of the road are also wide.

It's just because the pink figure holding the sword is familiar.

"It's ......"

Ji Jiashu stood at the city gate, holding the half-drawn Spring Thunder Sword in his hand, and he was stiff when he looked at the scene in front of him.

It was a woman.

This was enough to surprise everyone at the city gate, and without waiting for everyone to react, flames and water splashed in front of them at the same time, and the water and fire fought, raising a large cloud of mist, and the two women withdrew in the mist and landed on the roof of the roadside.

"Is this the dignified Water Law Sword?" The woman's sweet voice sounded in the mist, so familiar that the teenagers who had participated in the primary ceremony stiffened, and the mist dissipated, revealing the woman's soft face, she looked at Ying Baoyue, who was standing on the roof with a sword not far away, and smiled contemptuously.

"It's not as powerful as I thought. Sure enough, Murong Heng and Helan admit that they are too wasteful. ”

Listening to these familiar names, Ying Baoyue raised her head in the mist and quietly looked at the woman opposite.

"What are you looking for from me?"

Unable to get the expected response, the woman in pink frowned.

"Why her? Isn't she unpracticed? ”

At this time, Ji Ange stared at the woman on the roof, struggling forward and calling out her name.

"Xu Bingqing!"

Ji Jiashu's pupils shrank at the gate of the city, and he looked at the smiling woman holding a thin sword on the roof.

The cultivator who suddenly rushed in from outside the city to sneak attack Ying Baoyue was none other than the only daughter of the Northern Wei National Teacher, the Holy Maiden of the Northern Han Pavilion, Xu Bingqing.

The thin sword came very quickly, with an abundance of true yuan attached to it, and faintly with firelight, it shot like a poisonous snake in the city gate and stabbed straight at the back of Ying Baoyue's heart.

"Your Highness!"

Ji Ange, who was pushed into his brother's arms, struggled to get up, but his shoulders were held down by a pair of big palms, and Ji Qingyuan's tense voice sounded above his head, "Don't be afraid, she's fine." ”

Ji Ange's eyes widened.

Although the thin sword came suddenly and the angle was vicious and terrifying, I saw Ying Baoyue turn around, and the bright blade grazed her shoulder, only cutting off a thin piece of cloth.

Ji Ange breathed a sigh of relief, she shouldn't have worried, after all, the person standing in front of her was not an ordinary weak woman, but the leader of the Junior Ceremony. This kind of dodging swordsmanship is Yingyue's forte.

Ji Ange knew very well that the cultivators of the ordinary rank six were not the opponents of this new leader, there were too many killers before, and there was only one person sneak attack at this time, the only thing to worry about was that Ying Baoyue had fought all night and didn't know what his physical condition was.

I don't know where it came from, but the city gate soldiers didn't stop it. However, Ji Jiashu and the others were behind, so many people were not a problem to deal with a killer, Ji Ange was relieved, but at this moment, she suddenly found the stiffness of the men around her.

The thin sword missed a blow, and once again slashed viciously, that person seemed to have an inexhaustible true element, the angle was not clever, but the victory was that the true element was extremely powerful, and it could be suppressed by strength alone, and the sword wind roared fiercely, raising the pink dress.

Looking at the dress in front of him and the person holding a thin sword stabbing at Ying Baoyue, Ji Ange's pupils contracted, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Xu ......"

Ji Ange's teeth were fighting, but at this time, a fire rose in front of her eyes, and the man had already taken out his sword again and rushed towards Ying Baoyue, Ji Ange was held by Ji Qingyuan and took more than a dozen steps back, looking at the cultivator with a strong body in the distance, and felt that there was something wrong with his eyes.

"How is that possible?"

There was only one thought in Ji Ange's mind.

That's how could it be her?

The sky is getting brighter, and there are more pedestrians on the side of the road, looking at the woman who is covered with a strong true yuan all over her body, the eyes of the people on the side of the road are also wide.

It's just because the pink figure holding the sword is familiar.

"It's ......"

Ji Jiashu stood at the city gate, holding the half-drawn Spring Thunder Sword in his hand, and he was stiff when he looked at the scene in front of him.

It was a woman.

This was enough to surprise everyone at the city gate, and without waiting for everyone to react, flames and water splashed in front of them at the same time, and the water and fire fought, raising a large cloud of mist, and the two women withdrew in the mist and landed on the roof of the roadside.

"Is this the dignified Water Law Sword?" The woman's sweet voice sounded in the mist, so familiar that the teenagers who had participated in the primary ceremony stiffened, and the mist dissipated, revealing the woman's soft face, she looked at Ying Baoyue, who was standing on the roof with a sword not far away, and smiled contemptuously.

"It's not as powerful as I thought. Sure enough, Murong Heng and Helan admit that they are too wasteful. ”

Listening to these familiar names, Ying Baoyue raised her head in the mist and quietly looked at the woman opposite.

"What are you looking for from me?"

Unable to get the expected response, the woman in pink frowned.

"Why her? Isn't she unpracticed? ”

At this time, Ji Ange stared at the woman on the roof, struggling forward and calling out her name.

"Xu Bingqing!"

Ji Jiashu's pupils shrank at the gate of the city, and he looked at the smiling woman holding a thin sword on the roof.

The cultivator who suddenly rushed in from outside the city to sneak attack Ying Baoyue was none other than the only daughter of the Northern Wei National Teacher, the Holy Maiden of the Northern Han Pavilion, Xu Bingqing.