The words of the jade-faced Langjun made Yang Zhixuan ashamed and angry, and her pretty face turned crimson. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She's just an untrained maiden who has been subjected to such nasty words.

So, she didn't hesitate to make a move.

Although Yang Zhixuan is a triple martial artist of the Spirit Martial Realm, it is only the first time she has gone out to do a mission.

He is extremely talented, has a strong background, and has been cultivating steadily in the Tianyuan Sect before.

Recently, when his cultivation had stopped, he wanted to come out and hone it.

When he saw this task in the countless sect tasks, he immediately became angry.

He couldn't believe that there were such lewd thieves in the world, so he accepted this task without hesitation and vowed to eliminate harm for the people.

Yang Zhixuan's sword was light and gorgeous, and with a single sword stab, several colorful sword shadows appeared, stabbing at the chest of the jade-faced Langjun like lightning.

The jade-faced Lang Jun's body was slightly sideways, and the sword shadow was shattered in one palm, swinging the long sword.

Immediately, his right hand became a claw, and one claw grabbed Yang Zhixuan's delicate and white neck.

Yang Zhixuan raised her sword to block.

Bang!

The jade-faced Langjun struck the long sword with one claw, and the two of them retreated at the same time.

"/thief, take your life!

Yang Zhixuan snorted, slashed her long sword, and slashed at the other party in the air.

"Colorful Swordsmanship!"

The snowy sword light burst out with a thick seven-colored sword qi, dreamy and beautiful, and slashed towards the jade-faced Langjun like lightning.

"Broken!"

In the hand of the jade-faced Langjun, a folding fan appeared at some point, and the folding fan waved, comparable to a sharp sword, and easily broke through the colorful sword qi.

"Little beauty, I can't bear to hurt you, you can quickly restrain your hands and arrest you!"

Jade-faced Langjun laughed.

"Dream! You/thief, everyone will be punished!"

Yang Zhixuan shouted angrily, the long sword kept shaking, and the colorful sword qi roared horizontally.

"Colorful Dream Slash!"

"Sky Yin Blow!"

The jade-faced Langjun is not weak at all, with only a folding fan, it is convenient for Yang Zhixuan to fight equally.

Bang bang......

The figure flickered, the sword qi roared, and the crackling sound of qi burst endlessly, violently rolling in all directions.

The two of you went back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, they exchanged more than a dozen moves.

It's all evenly divided!

Su Mo stood on the tower in the distance, quietly watching all this.

"It's actually a disciple of the Tianyuan Sect!"

Su Mo suddenly saw that it was someone else who had also issued a mission to kill this person in the Tianyuan Sect.

After watching for a moment, Su Mo shook his head slightly, although this woman's strength was not weak, it was obviously not enough to defeat the jade-faced Langjun.

This woman's cultivation is obviously one point stronger than that of the jade-faced Langjun, and her cultivation techniques and martial arts are obviously more than one step stronger than the other party.

However, this woman's combat experience is quite weak, and there are many flaws.

Moreover, this woman's swordsmanship, which pursues too much gorgeousness, has lost the essence of swordsmanship.

"Colorful glass rain!"

In the field, Yang Zhixuan drank coquettishly, and the fine colorful sword qi, like spring rain, poured down, completely covering the jade-faced Langjun.

"It's good to come!"

The jade-faced Langjun drank loudly, and the true qi on the surface of his body gushed out, propping up a defensive shield outside his body.

For martial artists in the Lingwu Realm, true qi can penetrate through the body, not only is the attack powerful, but the defense power is also increased several times.

The dense seven-colored sword qi slashed on the defensive cover, causing a ripple.

Seeing that the defense was about to be broken, the jade-faced Langjun shook the folding fan in his hand.

Whoa!

A few faint rays of light flashed away.

The light broke through the blockade of the sword qi and shot towards Yang Zhixuan like lightning.

"Not good!"

Yang Zhixuan was shocked, when she found a few glimmers, the glimmers had already reached in front of her, and he couldn't dodge them at all.

At the moment of crisis, she can only swing her sword to resist.

The long sword danced, and Yang Zhixuan danced a sword curtain in front of her.

Ding Ding Ding!

A few crisp sounds rang out, and a few tiny silver needles slammed into the sword curtain and fell to the ground.

However, there was still a silver needle that broke through the blockade of the sword curtain and shot Yang Zhixuan's shoulder, sinking into the flesh and blood.

"Haha, little beauty, I'll see how you resist this time!"

The jade-faced Langjun immediately laughed when he saw that he had succeeded in one blow.

"You...... What kind of needle are you?"

Yang Zhixuan asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, it's not poison, it's just three breaths of cartilage. ”

The jade-faced Lang Jun's eyes lit up, stretched out his crimson tongue and licked his lips, and said with a smile: "If you hit my three breaths of cartilage, within three breaths, your whole body will be sore, and you can't raise a trace of strength, so you can only be at my mercy." ”

"What?"

Yang Zhixuan was shocked, and her face suddenly turned pale.

Soon, he felt a sour tinging sensation surging throughout his body, and the power of his whole body leaked like a leaky ball.

Even the true qi in his body, he began to be unable to function.

"You brute!"

Yang Zhixuan's face was pale, and her body was far away.

"Haha, little beauty, as long as I am the woman I have a crush on, no one has ever escaped from the palm of my hand. ”

The jade-faced Langjun laughed, walked towards Yang Zhixuan, looked the other party's convex body up and down, and said with a lewd smile: "Hehe, I can't wait!"

"You...... Don't come here!"

Yang Zhixuan was shocked and said anxiously: "My father is an elder of Tianyuan Sect, if you dare to do this to me, my father will not spare you!"

"Elder of the Tian Yuan Sect?"

The jade-faced Langjun was stunned for a moment, and then smiled disdainfully: "Even if your father is an elder of the Tianyuan Sect, what can he do to me? ”

After saying that, the jade-faced Langjun approached Yang Zhixuan and stretched out his hand to grab the other party.

Yang Zhixuan was stunned, her face was gloomy, and her heart was desperate.

Her eyes were red, and tears were streaming down her face.

She didn't expect that the first task she took on would be her nightmare.

Seeing that the palm of the jade-faced Langjun was about to touch her body, Yang Zhixuan gritted her teeth and wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a sharp sword qi roared from a distance, slashing towards the head of the jade-faced Langjun like lightning.

"Who?"

The jade-faced Langjun was startled, and he didn't have time to dodge, so he hurriedly waved the folding fan in his hand and slashed at the oncoming sword qi.

Bang!

The sword qi exploded, and the jade-faced Langjun retreated.

Immediately, he stared at it and saw a white-robed young man walking on the road ahead.

The young star's eyebrows were sword-eyed, and his gaze was indifferent.

The young man is Su Mo, and since Yang Zhixuan is defeated, he will naturally make a move.

It was impossible for him to watch the other party being brutalized by the jade-faced Langjun and be indifferent.

Yang Zhixuan's sudden appearance of Su Mo suddenly lit up in her heart, and she cried with joy.

"Who are you?"

The jade-faced Langjun frowned and carefully looked at the young man in front of him.

"The one who killed you. Su Mo's voice was cold, without a trace of anger.

"Haha!"

When the jade-faced Langjun heard this, he laughed again and said disdainfully: "It's really useless for the ignorant, you are a heavy garbage in the Spirit Martial Realm, and you dare to threaten to kill me!"

"It's okay, I'll kill you first, and then I'll enjoy this little beauty!"

The jade-faced Langjun smiled contemptuously, and with a casual wave of the folding fan in his hand, a true qi blade slashed towards Su Mo.