It was a woman. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She is dressed in green clothes like spring grass, standing in blood and water, like a fairy independent, standing proudly in the wind, like a snow lotus self-cleaning.

She looked at Su Yan, the corners of her mouth smiling, like bathing in the spring breeze, and abandoned the flying sword, and flicked it with her fingertips, like plucking the strings.

She's beautiful, breathtaking.

She was so cold, so cold that you couldn't look at her.

She stretched out her slender five fingers, and her bare hand was slightly open, faintly enveloping everyone.

An invisible force gathered above the multitude.

A cold sweat suddenly soaked his clothes, and Su gradually knew that he had to escape from such a force, in his current state, it was really a fool's dream. He hurriedly hugged Luo Ling tightly in his arms, blocking her weak body with his body.

A leaf falls in the sky.

It was born for no reason, fell for no reason, drifted into a soldier's armor with the wind, and then came out of his body, naturally, without the slightest strength, bringing out a little blood stain, but extremely natural, as if through a void, through a gust of wind.

The soldier fell to the ground silently, and blood slowly flowed from underneath him.

"Onmyoji?" Sword Master Gu Ming endured the severe pain of vomiting blood, reluctantly recalled the flying sword, and shouted loudly: "Disperse quickly!"

Countless leaves fell from the void. They seem to be picked up by a gust of autumn wind, rustling, and suddenly scattered, lonely and scattered.

Leaves are like blades.

The wind is like a song.

She is Chiba Ruge, Ye Ruge.

The guards around Su gradually fell one after another, their faces especially unwilling, confused, angry and afraid.

Su gradually still hugged Luo Ling.

He was the highest person in the realm of those present, so he was the first to notice what was about to happen.

The telekinesis circling in the sky was extremely pure, extremely cold, without the slightest hesitation and unbearability, and it just fell.

The leaves were sharper than all the blades Su had ever seen, and they seemed to pierce everything with just a slight drop. The armor of the guards seems to have lost all meaning, they no longer have the role of protection, but have become a burden for their escape.

Compared with this woman, Xiaoyan, the yin and yang master who was defeated by Shen Xueshuo at the White Deer Festival, looked pitiful and weak.

Compared with these seemingly sluggish and weak leaves, Fu Xiaoyan's wooden thorns also looked meaningless and ridiculous.

The woman didn't look at everyone, didn't look at Su Yan, or even looked at Luo Ling, but set her eyes on An Yiling's body.

"You're the warlock An Yiling?"

Her voice was beautiful, but it was also cold, as cold as the first melting snow and ice.

An Yiling's face was a little distorted.

He admires the strong and wants to challenge the strong. But this woman is not among them.

She is Ye Ruge, the powerhouse who forgets the peak, and Ye Ruge, who is a thousand leaves like a song.

The seventh on the killing list of the Crow Division, the Crescent Moon Group, Ye Ruge.

Such an opponent is not something he can match.

The corners of Gu Ming's eyes twitched at the Materialization Middle Realm Sword Master. He didn't know what to do. Attacking? His flying sword was in front of Ye Ruge, and it didn't make any sense at all. The previous attack, which was easily intercepted by Ye Ruge, has already explained the problem.

Escape, then his fate is more painful than death.

An Yiling no longer covered his shoulders with his hands, because the bleeding had stopped. Although his left hand is not yet usable, it has no value to care about. He just stared at Ye Ruge, vigilant and afraid. Like a wolf, facing the most astute hunter.

Ye Ruge looked at him lightly, with a slight disgust in the depths of his eyes.

The two looked at each other.

Suddenly, Ye Ruge waved his hand.

Her mental power flowed from her fingertips, and at the moment she waved her hand, it fused together, condensed, formed, and turned into two thin willow leaves, paused slightly, and then let out a clear whistle and flew towards An Yiling!

An Yiling had already made preparations, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corpse qi in his right hand suddenly soared, turning into an air shield, protecting Zhou's body up and down. The two flying leaves collided with the surface of the air shield and failed to penetrate, but turned into two faint clouds of purple fire and disappeared in an instant.

Ye Ruge let out a "hmm", seemingly a little surprised.

An Yiling smiled happily.

Even Ye Ruge, a cultivator who sat at the peak of the Forgotten Realm, Ye Ruge, who was the seventh target of the Divine Crow Division's assassination, was surprised by his strength, he felt very honored, and at the same time, he was extremely happy.

However, Ye Ruge was not as surprised as he imagined.

Ye Ruge waved his long sleeves and swept away a puff of green leaves.

The cyan leaf blade condensed in the air like green sand, and then rushed towards An Yiling like a lightning speed.

An Yiling's black air shield suddenly trembled violently, and every green leaf hit it, it would splash a puff of smoke, and every attack would create a ripple on the air shield. The air shield trembled violently, the ripples turned into raging waves, and the surface of the air shield seemed to boil.

An Yiling stretched forward with one hand, his face was as pale as a ghost, but his lips became more and more blood-red, looking extremely weird.

But the air shield still broke. Of all the blades that Ye Ruge swung out with one move, only two were left, and at the moment when the qi shield dissipated, it silently passed through An Yiling's body, and then silently submerged into the stone steps of Nanhua Palace behind him.

An Yiling bowed his head.

He watched as two blood flowers were reflected in his chest, and the blood flowers slowly bloomed on his black clothes, gradually getting bigger and bigger, muddy and ugly.

Ye Ruge looked at An Yiling expressionlessly, as if looking at a poor reptile, with disgust and disdain on his face, but other than that, there was no other expression.

She stretched out her delicate fingers, and the green leaves took shape on her fingertips, slowly spinning.

She aimed at An Yiling's eyebrows.

The smile on the corner of An Yiling's mouth froze.

His ruined left hand trembled slightly.

He stared at Ye Ruge deadly, his eyes full of cold cruelty.

At this moment, from behind An Yiling, from the pitch-black hall, an incomparably powerful black aura burst out!

It came unexpectedly, as fast as lightning, like a sharp arrow, crossing the stone steps, bypassing An Yiling, and shooting towards Ye Ruge.

Ye Ruge's eyes narrowed slightly, and his palm was like a knife, and the white gas was thick, and then he churned rapidly.

However, the target of that black gas was not her. The black air seemed to have eyes and ears, and I deflected a faint angle and stabbed at a young man.

Its goal was to start with Su Gradual!

Su Gradual's gaze never moved away from An Yiling's body, so he could see the black qi from behind An Yiling clearly.

The black gas is like a rainbow, like an angry beast, like a thunderbolt, rushing towards him!

That powerful corpse qi is incomparably powerful.

Su gradually raised his middle index finger, ready to release the "mountain" intent and block it.

At this moment, a pure light cooled in front of him.

The light was cold, but it was also very quiet.

As if the moonlight drove out the darkness.

The black gas dissipated abruptly.

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"A hundred flowers are like the moon, a thousand leaves are like a song, the two have always been inseparable, it seems that the flowers are like the moon and they are also here?"

A peaceful voice sounded in the main hall.

Then, a man walked out.

This man's costume is very strange, black and white, even the boots are white and black, and he wears a black and white mask on his face, which sneers in the moonlight, which looks extremely strange.

Su gradually condensed his consciousness and wanted to perceive the man, but found that the place where the strange man was standing turned out to be a blank.

Like, there's nothing there.

Su Yan's expression was immediately extremely solemn.

He is now in the Initial Realm of Sitting and Forgetting, and he can perceive the existence and realm of all the cultivators in the Sitting Forgetting Realm. However, if you don't feel anything, there is only one possibility.

That strange man is a cultivator who sits on top of the Forgotten Realm!

The three realms of initial discernment, materialization, and sitting and forgetting are called the "three layers of the human realm" for practitioners.

Cultivators in the Realm of Initial Discernment can roughly discern the vitality of the Heavens and the Earth and cultivate the Mind Palace and Mind the Sea; Practitioners in the Materialization Realm can already begin to use all kinds of spells; and those who sit in the Forgotten Realm can even use all things and fly flowers and pick leaves. And a powerful soldier like Li Jundusu Gradually, once he exerts his full strength, even the powerful soldiers of the Great Inner Forbidden Army will never be their opponent.

The corpses all over the ground are proof of this.

The reason why Su gradually made a plan cautiously was not because he was worried about these ordinary guards.

What he was worried about was a strong man like this black-and-white robe weird.

Once you transcend the realm of sitting and forgetting, even if you just cultivate to the realm of worry-free, you are far beyond the realm of sitting and forgetting. Their methods are even more incredible, and they are more powerful and invincible, so they have surpassed the realm of the human world, surpassed the level of human beings, and leapt to the "fairyland"!

With such a powerful cultivator actually guarding here, it seems that tonight's incident is undoubtedly an ambush!

Judging from the other party's clothing, it should be a person of Yin and Yang Dao, but judging from the other party's technique, it should be a strong warlock. Speaking of which, the Yin-Yang Dao and the Warlock were originally of the same origin, but they only developed various branches later.

The man turned his head and seemed to look at Su Yan, and then let out a chuckle, seemingly extremely disdainful.

Su gradually clenched the black sword and hugged Luo Ling tightly, only to feel that the corpse qi in his body was getting colder and colder.

At this moment, a hand gently rested on Su Yanda's shoulder.

The cool breath slowly crossed into Su Yan's body, dissolving the cold in an instant.

Su gradually gasped, he didn't know when the other party came behind him. Fortunately, the other party has no malicious intent, otherwise even if it were ten of themselves, they would have died a long time ago.

At this moment, a burst of plum blossom fragrance came from behind him.

The fragrance was refreshing, which greatly relieved Su's anxiety and tension, and it seemed to be quite good for his meridians, and unconsciously, he slowly recovered the meridians that he had been injured by the corpse qi.

The man appeared from behind Su Yan, he described Qingjun, holding a paper fan, dressed in white, wearing a plum yellow thin shirt, dressed as a scholar, and calmly looked at the strange man in black and white masks.

"Go first, these people won't stop you. As for this freak, it's up to me to deal with it. ”

Su gradually knew that the situation was critical, and this was not the time to greet him, so he thanked the man in a low voice, nodded, put Luo Ling on his back, and ran out with his long sword in his hand!

The black-and-white stranger snorted coldly, and his body suddenly swayed, as if coming with the wind, flying towards Su!

Su gradually did not look back, and continued to run wildly.

The white-clothed scholar spread out the paper fan.

There is a plum tree in the fan.

The cold wind poured out of the fan.

A plum blossom blooms.

Thousands of trees, jumping out of the fan-in-the-middle world, grow when they see the wind, and suddenly flowers bloom, covering the road to the outside world.