Chapter 112: It's over

。 "Qinglian Sword Sect Tianze Peak!"

The old man gasped.

The Qinglian Sword Sect has twelve main peaks, except for the three outer peaks, the sword patterns of the nine main peaks are different.

Among them, the sword marks of Tianze Peak, Lone Shadow Peak, and Linchun Peak, which have the strongest combat power, are the most gorgeous.

Seeing that the sword pattern between Su Ling's eyebrows was almost condensed into a flower, he was naturally able to tell that Su Ling was born in Tianze Peak.

Life and death are all in the same thought.

"Qinglian Sword Sect, hum, the old man has long seen that you are not pleasing to the eye, they are afraid of you, the old man is not afraid!"

Huang Laoxie snorted coldly, and with a wave of his right hand, countless reptiles in the forest frantically rushed towards the middle.

"A sword frost, a thought of ice!"

Su Ling walked towards Huang Laoxie step by step, the blue light in his eyes shone more and more, his Xuan Qi fluctuated around, and the cold qi spread to all sides with his footsteps.

The reptile finally came to Su Ling, but he didn't look at it and still walked forward.

The cold qi rushed out from Su Ling's body in all directions. One by one, the reptiles turned into ice sculptures in front of Su Ling. The same is true of the flying insects in the sky, which turn into ice sculptures and lose their wings, and their buoyancy falls to the ground and shatters.

"You, you should be killed!"

He didn't take out his sword, so he walked to Huang Laoxi's side so lightly, Huang Laoxi's eyes were wide open, and he was stunned, cold sweat couldn't stop coming out of his forehead, and dripping onto the grass across his cheeks full of prickly heat.

Run!

Huang Laoxie only thought of this word in his mind, and he couldn't remember anything about the junior's words just now, as if everything was so ridiculous.

He spread his legs and wanted to fly into the air. But I don't know why he couldn't move. By the time he came to his senses, he had been frozen in ice, just for a moment.

Mo Qilin, who had not spoken, also walked forward and squatted in front of Luo Ning and said, "It's ridiculous to want to take the Cold Cry Sword from the hands of the Qinglian Sword Sect. ”

"You are here...... How about the bottom thoughts! Luo Ning said tremblingly. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears swirled in her eyes, looking pitiful.

"Deliver, live. If you rebel, you will die! ”

"Good! I deliver. ”

Luo Ning was a little reluctant, but she could only obediently take out the sword box from the pendant ring in her hand, gently put it in Mo Qilin's hand, and gently stroked it reluctantly, it can be seen that she really likes this sword very much.

"This is an ink-dyed sword, it is an imitation of the Cold Crying Sword, produced by the Qinglian Sword Sect, which can be regarded as a loss to you. If you have trouble in the future, you can come to me with this sword. My name is Su Daohe! ”

Su Daohe waved his right hand, and a wisp of dark green long sword was inserted in front of Luo Ning's eyes, the appearance of the sword was similar to the Cold Cry Sword, but the breath was far behind.

Luo Ning stared blankly at the ink-dyed sword in front of him, and tried his best to engrave the figure standing straight with blue light in his eyes.

She picked up the ink-dyed sword, put it into the falling ring, and hid behind Wang Yan to sneak a peek at Su Daohe.

"Thank you."

Wang Yan hurriedly bowed and left in a hurry with a group of disciples, fearing that Su Dao and them would regret and kill them all.

“……”

When she finally left, Luo Ning looked back at Su Daohe again, but her eyes did not have the rude willfulness she had before, and there were more other emotions.

"Okay, let's talk about the Tianyan Sect again, what do you say?"

Su Ling unfolded the fan and gently twisted his head towards the poisonous old ghost, the face on his face that seemed to be smiling made the poisonous old ghost keep breaking out in cold sweat.

"What do you want?"

The Heavenly Evolution Sect has always been at odds with the Qinglian Sword Sect, and the Heavenly Evolution Sect practices the sophistication and uses the sophistication to prove the Heavenly Dao. However, the Qinglian Sword Sect classifies the disciples of the Heavenly Evolution Sect as no different from the Demon Sect, and has always been killed and killed when encountered.

"Begging for mercy can lead to a good death, and resistance is divided into eight sections."

"It's death left and right, so it's better to gamble desperately."

The poisonous old ghost was covered in black smoke, spreading rapidly to all sides, and the grass and trees touched by the poisonous smoke were instantly corroded, and if you meet people who touch the black smoke, I am afraid that there will not even be bones left.

The poisonous smoke turned into a pair of wings behind the poisonous old ghost, and he stepped lightly on the ground with his toes, and the poisonous old ghost's body suddenly rushed into the sky.

However, just as he wanted to attack with his wings, a white figure suddenly swept into the sky, and then a cold and majestic cold air rushed down from the sky. The poisonous old ghost hurriedly used the poisonous gas that kept condensing behind him to resist, and the two mysterious qi stirred together and made a sonic boom sound.

Seeing that something was wrong, Yin Zhenman plunged into the soil and disappeared.

"Hmph, the side door is left!"

Su Daohe disappeared in place and chased after Yin Zhenman, the technique used by Yin Zhenman, Qinglian Sword Sect recorded, it was a kind of escape technique guided by his own blood and qi.

Seeing that Su Daohe was chasing after the Yin Zhenman, Mo Qilin also had nothing to do, so he had to unleash the fire in his body and shoot the disciples brought by the Heavenly Yan Sect casually.

"I'm damning you to death!"

After a few explosions, the poisonous old ghost was in tatters and stumbled out of the huge pit, which was beaten out by Su Ling.

Su Ling seemed to be teasing the poisonous old ghost, he pulled out his own Star Frost Sword, and each sword only hurt his clothes, but not his body, and soon, all the clothes of the poisonous old ghost were cut off by Su Ling.

"Alas, it's not interesting!"

After Su Ling felt that he was tired of playing, his anger rose to the sky, turned into a cold palm and slapped the poisonous old ghost into the ground with one palm.

Goodbye to that poisonous old ghost, all the bones and meridians in his body were broken, and even Jin Dan and Yuan Ying let him smash his palm, and he had already become a waste.

The difference in strength is too great, and the Xuan Qi required for each promotion to the first order in the Mahayana period is astronomical, and it also brings about a qualitative leap, which is also huge. Su Ling, who was the ninth order of the Mahayana period, beat Su Daohe, who was the third order of the Mahayana period, was like a strong man with a sharp knife beating a few years old girl who was powerless.

"Accidentally, strangled to death."

After a few breaths, Su Dao who came out of the soil and the person in his hand was Yin Zhenman, who had just escaped, and it was a fool's dream to escape under the nose of the stargazing realm during the Mahayana period.

"Strangled to strangle, strangled to death."

Su Ling waved his hand, slashed the neck of the poisonous old ghost with a sword, slowly walked in front of Mo Qilin, and gently opened the sword box.

Inside was the Chilling Sword, and the wailing and sword momentum from the blade forced all the swords to surrender to it.

"I don't know how Su Xiaolian lost the saber on her body."

Su Ling twisted his head, took out a talisman from the falling ring, and muttered an incomprehensible spell in his mouth, and soon, the talisman was attached to the body of the Cold Weeping Sword and slowly flew in the direction of the Southern Regions.

"It seems that it misses its owner very much, too."

Now that the two domains are at war, Su Ling and Su Dao have saved the teleportation money of the cross-domain teleportation array.

Following the Crying Sword, Mo Qilin became excited and excited.

Soon he would be able to see the little girl.