"The four famous champions, I'm afraid it's not simple. ”

When everyone was shocked, Ling Xue was also very shocked in her heart, just now she was about to pull out Ni Zhengqing's martial soul sword beside her, and break Ni Zhengqing with a sword domineering, but she felt that the painting fan in the storage ring seemed to have an induction on Changtianzhong's pen and ink vitality, so she was curious, and wanted to try the power of this peony painting fan, but the result was very unexpected by Ling Xue.

Although I had expected that this psychic painting fan must be extraordinary, I didn't expect that it would be terrifying!

Even if he holds the martial soul sword of Ni Zhengqing, a hidden dragon monk, he will definitely not be able to dissolve the ink cage of Changtianzhong in such a devastating way, but at this time, the peony painting fan in his hand has done it!

Moreover, what made Ling Xue gasp even more was the attack method of the peony painting fan......!

"This ...... Impossible!" Chang Tian's eyes showed disbelief, and he was about to use another measure, but when the vitality was just running again, he suddenly felt that the meridians in his body seemed to be boiling, and his complexion changed suddenly.

A life-and-death horror swept through the body!

"You...... When did you make a ......?"

Chang Tian's eyes shrank fiercely, looking at the slender figure in the distance, and an unbelievable voice came out of his mouth.

"That's it. ”

Just when the blood was flowing all over the body as if it were falling into an ice cellar, a cold but moving voice sounded in my ears.

When he looked at it suddenly, he saw a bright blood-colored peony on his chest revealing through the blue-gray robe, beating with his pounding heart.

Large, bright red peonies are shining like blood.

It seemed to be a blood peony formed by Ling Xue inadvertently splashing a red dye on Changtian's chest, and countless blood veins connected around the heart were all visible at this moment, blooming with a palpitating light.

However, the most frightening thing to see is the peony that keeps beating in Changtianlong's chest.

The blood of Changtianlong's heart not only flowed through the limbs, but also seemed to flow through the bright peony. Whenever there is blood flowing through, the peony, which is already red, becomes more vivid and dripping, but when Chang Tianzong sees the peony on his chest, he has a cold feeling that his whole body is about to explode.

"The peony on Changtianzong's chest seems to be the same as the peony on the painting fan, what kind of means is this!"

"It's terrible, this peony is afraid that it has already communicated with the countless bloodlines on Changtianzong's body, as long as this woman's mind moves, Changtianzong's bloodline will definitely collapse and die in an instant!"

"It's just a one-round fight. That woman called Ye Lingxi came first and turned her hand to suppress Changtianzong!"

"It's incredible! I just saw this woman condense two soul veins with my own eyes, how could she suppress Chang Tianlong's ...... so easily"

"It's not that no one can do a cross-level battle, but this is too exaggerated, before gathering the Yuan, with two soul veins, he can turn over and suppress the six layers of the Yuan Realm, condensing twenty-six soul veins, and he is also the owner of the first-class martial soul pen and ink martial soul...... If she waits for her to condense a few more soul veins, there will be nothing but those perverts in the city. Who will be her opponent, the central area, it's really going to change!"

"Ling Xue, who already had the first hidden dragon before, has now been born in the sky with another night of Ling Xi. What's wrong with this world, when did the nun become so terrible......"

At this moment, Ling Xue had already put away the painting fan, but at this moment, everyone looked at her skin that could be broken under the rose red dress, but they couldn't covet it. Yes, only infinite awe.

"Soul card. Ling Xue said.

Feeling the infinitely close death, Chang Tianzong glanced at Ling Xue with great fear. Without hesitation, he immediately threw the resentful soul card in his arms to Ling Xue.

"The sixteenth detachment, Changtian Zong, has collected orange-level resentment. ”

Ling Xue took Chang Tianzong's resentful soul card, looked at the information displayed on the soul card, Ling Xue silently recited it in her heart, did not crush it immediately, but put the soul card into the storage ring, and the next moment, the corners of Ling Xue's mouth suddenly floated a somewhat meaningful smile.

"Instead, they watched a good show, and it seems that it should be the right-hand man sent by the other two teams. ”

Ling Xue had sensed from the moment she had just sensed that there were several hidden dragon cultivators around the ancient street, and she could even feel through the way of the heartstrings that they were extremely shocked at this moment because they saw the scene of their strong suppression of Changtian Zong.

At this moment, even if the three captains were there in person, Ling Xue had the free order in his hand, and he was not afraid of them at all, not to mention these small fish and shrimp, after Ling Xue condensed the two soul veins now, he didn't need to take them to heart.

"It just so happens that everyone is here, go back and tell your captain, if anyone beats my idea again, prepare more resentment and come back. ”

Ling Xue said lightly, and the words fell, and everything was quiet.

Only then did everyone realize that people from the other teams had already arrived, but they didn't show up.

If they hadn't seen Ling Xue's treacherous and powerful methods, they would have wanted to test Ling Xue, but at this moment, seeing that Chang Tianzong had suffered a big loss under Ling Xue's hands, and it could even be said that they were suppressed to the point of being out of breath, they secretly measured it in their hearts, but they understood that they were even inferior to Chang Tianzong, so they naturally didn't dare to make a move.

......

"The eighty-first detachment, the captain of the night Lingxi, the absolute beauty of the city, yesterday with the momentum of thunder, defeated the right-hand man of Jing Acrylic Lun, Chang Tianzhong, and occupied a mansion of considerable scale in the west of the sixteenth detachment led by Jing Acrylic Lun, and openly recruited talents, but if you want to follow her, you only need to change the team in the resentful soul card to the eighty-first detachment. ”

"Tsk, now the situation is delicate, I don't know why, the captains of the remaining three detachments have not made a move, and none of their people are the opponents of this Ye Lingxi, for a while, it has given Ye Lingxi a chance to breathe, but it is worth mentioning that so far few people have joined Ye Lingxi's command, after all, others are not stupid, the reason why Ye Lingxi has been able to jump in the middle area for so long is just because the three captains have not yet made a move, if one of them makes a move, the power of Ye Lingxi's side will definitely be hit by thunder, and it is obviously extremely unwise to betray his team to join Ling Xue's side at this time。 ”

In the middle area of Wufu City, with the arrival of Ling Xue and his party, everyone had their own ideas about the details in their hearts, but there was one thing in common, that is, they had a serious skeptical attitude towards the eighty-first detachment led by Ling Xue.

......

In the middle area, in the former Jiafu Mansion of the Monks, the headquarters of the 16th detachment.

At this moment, a man dressed in purple silk was angry with a mysterious black-gray curse mark floating on his face, and he was standing in the most spacious and luxurious room with a hideous face, as if crazy, and endless black-gray vitality overflowed from his body, which made people feel extremely palpitating.

"Is this what power feels like...... It's so comfortable...... Wanted, wanted more...... Even if this is your conspiracy, I will be willing to do it......"

A voice that did not resemble a human one, an extremely ethereal and permeating voice, came from the man's mouth, as if it was a complaint from the eighteen hells. (To be continued.) )