Leng Meiying did not move in the air, and with a wave of his right hand, a white sword came out, spanning half of the sky, as if it was a straight match.

"The light of rice grains, dare to compete with the bright moon? Liu Xian'er, today is the period of your death and menopause! Leng Meiying Horizontal Knife actually slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Liu Xian'er on the opposite side thought that the opportunity had arrived, and her speed suddenly accelerated, like an agile tigress, and the 'splitting word' that was played with all her strength came to the sky, completely blocking all the space for Leng Meiying to retreat.

Thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters, until five meters away, Leng Meiying's body could almost feel Liu Xian'er's strong wind, and at this time, she finally opened her eyes.

At the moment when Leng Meiying opened her eyes, her eyes seemed to release a golden thunder and lightning, and the sharp golden light went straight to Liu Xian'er's eyes, this golden light was like a static technique from the Wild Ancient Wilderness, and Liu Xian'er's rushing figure suddenly froze in front of Leng Meiying.

Her body remained in a forward slapping stance, but when her palm was only a few centimeters away from Leng Meiying's hand, she finally stopped moving, and began to fall.

Leng Meiying's left hand gently stroked her, caressing her calmly, and then the two of them fell down together, quietly landing on a mountain rock.

Liu Xian'er didn't move at all, and after being hit by the golden light of Leng Mingying, her whole body was like a stone sculpture, and she couldn't move anymore.

Liu Xian'er's eyes slowly changed from surprise to panic, and then to fear.

Yes, fear, in the face of an enemy like Leng Meiying who has a deep hatred, his body is completely still and unable to move, no matter who encounters this situation, he will feel that it is a fatal crisis, and Liu Xian'er is the same.

Leng Meiying and Liu Xian'er were already only a stone's throw away, just a little, just a little, Liu Xian'er's terrible palm could fall on the face of this stunning beauty that she hated.

However, even this little distance, Liu Xian'er can't cross it completely, as if the little distance is like a moat.

No fear or panicked expression could describe Liu Xian'er at this time, and her heart was completely desperate.

This is Leng Meiying's long-standing mastery, using all his spiritual power to trap the opponent in the dragon pool, this move called 'lock essence'

Leng Meiying didn't kill her with a single sword, and the anger on her face rose little by little.

"Smack!" A loud slap hit Liu Xian'er in the face, she couldn't move, her body was like a stone carving, and a beautiful face was suddenly punched out with five bright red fingerprints, like a seal, witnessing her Liu Xian'er's shame.

"This slap was given to my mother, 'thank you' for taking care of her over the years!" Leng Meiying's voice was cold, and his face slowly became angry.

"Smack!" Another loud slap, this time it was slapped on the other side of Liu Xian'er's face, Liu Xian'er couldn't move, but Leng Meiying's slap was too hard, but it was a hard blow to her face.

Like a monkey fart-strand that has been red, Liu Xian'er only feels that the whole person seems to be completely unconscious, both physically and mentally.