The moment he pulled it out of its sheath, it turned into a light short knife, exuding a cold frost.

The blade was crystal white and snow-white, as if a thin leaf was carrying frost and cold.

Ling Tiansu walked towards Meng Qixuan step by step, raising his knife and about to cut off his head.

"Don't go near him!!"

At this moment, Wu Ying's voice came from afar.

Ling Tiansu didn't know where the tacit understanding came from in his heart at this moment, and he didn't hesitate to cut down the earth with the frost leaves in his hand, and with the help of the sword wind that rose from the belt, his body was skillfully flipped, and he had already distanced himself from Meng Qixuan.

Meng Qixuan lowered his head and sneered disdainfully, and muttered: "The essence of the origin that I have cultivated for many years will not be wasted on this kid, Prince Wu Ying, if you care, it will be messy." ”

He slowly turned his head sideways, stared at Wu Ying with cold eyes, and said: "I felt that something was wrong when that kid took over the Seventh Imperial Maiden, I guessed that he was very likely to be the son of the Ye family, but I never thought that Wu Ying, who was supposed to fight on the stage, would be a woman next to him, cough cough ......."

Wu Ying knelt on one knee, his face heavy, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly with the trembling of the Blood Song Sword, as if he was forcibly enduring some pain.

Meng Qixuan staggered to his feet, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and said with the corners of his mouth hooked: "But I don't seem to be at a loss if I can successfully seal the legendary blood song." ”

Hearing this, Ling Tiansu's heart jumped.

Subconsciously looked at it for the first time, and saw the Blood Song Sword in Wu Ying's hand, trembling madly.

As the sword body slowly calmed down, the blood-red sword body was covered with a layer of mottled and ugly black and red marks like blood scabs, like mildew.

And the aura in the Blood Song Sword also disappeared with the seal, and it didn't look much different from ordinary ordinary mortal swords.

Wu Ying glanced down at the sword under his palm, then slowly let go, allowing the Blood Song Sword to stick alone on the ground.

She glanced at Ling Tiansu, and repeated as if she was uneasy: "Don't get close to Meng Qixuan, he is ...... now It's dangerous!"

The red-eyed Shahailou disciples on the stage finally realized that something was wrong here, and in the midst of the black crowd, they threw out the bloody corpse of 'Wu Ying'.

Because at the moment when Wu Ying took out the sword, under her full attention, she came into contact with the puppet technique.

Without the support of Wu Ying's strength, that fake Wu Ying was just an ordinary disciple of Tianque Tower.

"Landlord!"

The hall master's eyes were red, and he looked at the seriously injured landlord covered in blood in the audience, and where was Song Ying and Situ Lan who were originally under his hall still had half of their shadows.

Some are just two young men in white with murderous eyes.

Bursts of coldness began to flood his body.

Was...... They were the ......

Wasn't that wrong in the first place?!

The hall master hurriedly put away the blade in his hand, and ran in the direction of Meng Qixuan with his footsteps, just about to help the seriously injured and honorable landlord.

He is not Ling Tiansu, so he didn't take Wu Ying's words of emphasizing that he couldn't approach them twice.

So when he approached the range of Meng Qixuan's body, he let out a dry groan in his throat, and paused in disbelief, unable to move forward or retreat.

I could only watch the blood-colored twilight wrap around my limbs, piercing the flesh and skin, and my body slowly dried up.

A pair of eyes quickly lost their moisture, and the eye sockets were deeply sunken and dry, and as he collapsed weakly, two colorless eyeballs fell directly out of his eye sockets.

Meng Qixuan closed his eyes deeply, and no one could see what emotions were in his eyes.

The scene was quiet for a while, eerily quiet.

"Hehehe......"

Meng Qixuan let out a hoarse laugh, but there was no smile on his face, only hideous.

He was so badly injured that even if a three-year-old child went up and gently pushed him, he might be unsteady on his feet and fall to his death at any time.

But at this time...... Even Wu Ying didn't dare to get close to him.

So unfortunately, no one can kill him here.

Meng Qixuan's footsteps moved, and he walked towards the high platform step by step with all his strength, and the blood on the corner of his black clothes continued to leave a string of blood marks on the sand.

He staggered forward, crushing the bones of the Hall Master, and muttered softly, "You forced me...... You forced me. ”

Ling Tiansu found that when he said this, his eyes were staring at Yan You who was on the high platform, in the beam cage.

He walked slowly and hard to the top of the staircase, which was so high that he seemed to have no strength to lift his feet, and then he fell to his stomach under the shocked gaze of all......

The overlord of the desert, the sharpest and most noble knife in the sea of sand, in order to walk on the high platform, he used the most humble and low-lying crawling posture, slowly and persistently left a blood mark, and climbed upward.

Ling Tiansu's eyes moved, and he saw Wu Ying's standing body shaking imperceptibly, although it was extremely subtle, but it was still caught by him.

The landlord's blood-stained body slowly climbed the high stairs.

And the eyes of the more than 300 disciples under his command instantly turned red, and they actually abandoned attacking Ye Litian and Helian at the same time for a while, and they all raised their swords and attacked in the direction of Wu Ying with murderous energy.

Ling Tiansu's figure flickered, and he brought out a long illusory green dragon figure in the dim fighting space, and came behind Wu Ying in an instant.

The frost leaves return to the sheath, and the winter rises!

The majestic strength of the dark gold rose up like a mountain, only to hear a loud boom, and the killers who were overwhelmingly attacked flew out one after another, but they didn't even touch the corners of Wu Ying's clothes.

I don't know if the power of the dark gold is too strong, but Wu Ying's body, which is clearly unscathed, shook back slightly.

Although it did not reach the point of falling, it was indeed a noticeable shake.

Ling Tiansu returned the winter to the sheath, supported Wu Ying's vest with one palm, grabbed her slender arm with the other, and frowned.

"What's wrong with you?!"

Wu Ying glanced at him lightly, the usual bloody ferocity in her eyes diffused like smoke, and her tone was cold: "What can I do." ”

After speaking, her arm wanted to break free from Ling Tiansu's palm.

Ling Tiansu's frowning brows did not relax a bit, his palm was slightly loose, but it did not let her break free.

Instead, he moved down inch by inch, and held Wu Ying's seemingly thin and weak pale little hand hard.

Without the barrier of clothes, Ling Tiansu felt the temperature of Wu Ying's body more appropriately at this moment.

It's terriblely cold!

Ling Tiansu knew that she was a ghost baby physique, and her body temperature was not high.

But when it touched her skin at this moment, it was as piercing as ice, and she couldn't feel half of the warmth.

Ling Tiansu looked at her bloody eyes and said again, "What's wrong with you?"

Wu Ying didn't seem to be able to stand his direct gaze, turned his head slightly, looked down at the Blood Song Sword in the earth, and said, "It's not much ......."

Ling Tiansu was helpless, his eyes looked into the distance like a torch, his dark eyes were full of electricity, and he raised his hand to draw a thunder talisman.

A thunderbolt suddenly exploded in the crowd, and a silver-white spear exploded in the thunder.

Under Ling Tiansu's superb lightning control technique, he was impartial, and the diameter of the evil one swirled towards them.

Ling Tiansu let go of Wu Ying's arm, held Yu Xie and handed it to her, "If you are not feeling well, stand aside." ”

The Blood Song Sword looks like it can't be used, but fortunately, it can still defend her in the face of evil.

Wu Ying took the evil spirit, glanced down, and said, "Will you think of me too weakly." ”

Ling Tiansu didn't speak, and the crowd that had just been blasted away by his sword slowly gathered towards him again, their eyes cold and full of murderous intent.

Under the slight sweep of the afterglow, Ling Tiansu even saw that Jimo Lanze, who was lying stiffly on the ground and couldn't move, could actually move with one hand, and was holding a pitch-black and strange talisman to convey the news with his mind.

Presumably, the end of the Fu is the ink spider yin.

Ling Tiansu's eyes swept slightly, his eyes were cold and piercing, and his killing intent was awe-inspiring: "Whoever takes another step forward, die!"

Although the look was terrifying, no one stopped, because Fang Cai Ling Tiansu forced everyone back with a knife, and no one died.

Ling Tiansu sneered, his index finger hooked slightly, and his palm flowed wildly with the golden thunder spiritual flow.

The leader at the front of the crowd died directly under his thunder talisman.

At the sight of blood and death, they finally stopped vigilantly.

"Brother!!

Ye Liqing called out on the high platform, she had just experienced a bloody battle, and her delicate little face was stained with a little blood.