Seeing that the light-colored red-clothed woman ordered someone to bring Xuan Bingshui, Sanqing was a little more cautious on his little face, and with a wave of the flag, the flames compressed and condensed into a solid sharp arrow, and ten thousand arrows were fired at once.

Several sword cultivators jumped up in the air, and with a variety of sword moves, they flew the oncoming crimson feather arrows.

Luo Mei'er's eyes rose slightly, "Mochuan, you still can't go?" ”

There was qi and blood surging in his chest, Mo Chuan frowned, he was fighting with Que Huan, Luo Mei'er wouldn't have guessed that he was injured, and now he was called up, obviously wanting him to die.

"What? Do you still think you're the one who is in charge of the Feather Camp? Luo Mei'er stroked the pattern on the feather order and said lightly.

Mo Chuan took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm, "Yes, Lord Luo." ”

In a place where Luo Mei'er couldn't see, the man's eyes were dark, and his lips were hooked sarcastically. What kind of person is Miss, how could she really leave the Yuling Camp in her hands.

It's just that the two of them have a higher status in the Yuling Camp here, and the young lady knows that Luo Mei'er is at odds with her, so she deliberately let her humiliate herself.

Mo Chuan endured the pain on his body, and as Luo Mei'er wished, he stabbed at Sanqing with a sword.

The sword move carries killing intent. If it weren't for this little thief, he wouldn't have fallen to this point, and he still has to look at Luo Meier's face. After capturing her, he may still have a chance to atone for his crimes.

Luo Mei'er listened to Mochuan's voice of Lord Luo, and she was in a very happy mood.

But seeing Mo Chuan's move, his eyes gradually narrowed, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly drew his sword and struck.

She wanted Mo Chuan to make a move to aggravate the injury, but she didn't want him to go to the young lady to ask for credit.

The light red figure was as light as a young swallow, and it went freely under the rain of arrows, and the soft sword flashed as fast as lightning, stabbing out from behind.

A smile appeared on Luo Meier's face.

Between the lightning and the fire, a ray of silver light flew in, the long sword was blocked horizontally, and the violent spiritual power fluctuations shocked Luo Mei'er's soft sword out of her hand.

Her eyes were shocked, and before she could react to this sudden situation, Sanqing suddenly turned around and scolded angrily, "It's so shameless!" You actually sneak attacked! ”

The flying sword surrounded Sanqing, humming and vibrating, until the girl in the distance nodded lightly at it, and then it fell silent.

Yu Fuguang's tone was tinged with a hint of sarcasm, "Rao is that no matter how spiritual your sword is, it still needs to be commanded by the master, and it won't help if you leave it there." ”

The girl was still gentle and polite, "It won't bother you. ”

Yu Fuguang's gaze fell on the rotten wood scabbard on the girl's waist, and he was slightly curious about what her second sword looked like.

The girl raised her hand, and suddenly there was a soft white long sword, "Go on!" ”

There was a faint flash of light on the flying sword's body, reflecting the white snow, like a pear blossom tree.

Yu Fuguang's eyes were stunned, and he couldn't hide his surprise, "Yuli Nujun's Dulu Sword? ”

The Dulu Immortal Sword she dreamed of actually appeared in front of her in this way, a ray of surprise flashed in Yu Fu's eyes, and her expression became awe-inspiring, no matter what, she must get this sword.

It seems that the heavens are indeed fair, she lost the Ruomu Fruit and the Frost Spirit Fruit, so she sent the Dulu Immortal Sword to herself.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Yu Fuguang's eyes, and he pointed his sword and stood up, and the ice flowers under his body suddenly appeared, if they opened and closed, they released cold air.

Fu Zhu didn't miss the greedy look in Yu Fuguang's eyes, and looked down at the Dulu Immortal Sword, it was indeed good-looking, no wonder so many people were worried.

One step out, the wind and snow roared, high-pitched and intense.

Sanqing looked at the flames that were inexplicably weaker, and were stunned. Her sun is really hot, the most powerful flame in the world, not afraid of water, let alone ice and snow, but now it is really dimmed by the frost and snow of that girl......

Sanqing gritted the back socket and scolded the thief in his heart. The stronger the girl's spells, the weaker her Sun True Fire will be. The stronger her sun is, the more the girl's frost and snow will melt.

When two sides fight, one will retreat. But now they are clearly in one camp!

Qing Yue's phoenix roar recalled everyone's thoughts.

I saw the white-clothed girl in the void, flying in purple, stepping on an ice blue phoenix, holding a jade sword in her hand, and pointing directly at the ground.

The girl tilted her head slightly, and behind her hovered an ice dragon, its blue was extremely light, almost transparent, hidden in the wind and snow.

Some people have said that her magic is average, but Fu Zhu will never admit it.

The girl raised her hand slightly, the ice dragon and the wind and snow went straight to the sky, and the dragon's tail swept to smoke the purple-clothed woman on the ice phoenix.

Yu Fuguang reacted sensitively, stepped on it, leaned back, his robe flew over, and he landed steadily on the phoenix body again.

A flying sword struck.

Yu Fuguang looked down, the girl no longer had a long sword in her hand, and the Dulu fairy sword tossed back and forth as she wished.

The girl jumped up in the air, stepped on the light frost flower, and with a thought, the flying sword moved away.

"Your mastery of flying swords has been so arbitrary?" Yu Fuguang's tone was full of disbelief.

She turned her eyes to look at the girl's other sword, swished and turned, blocking a sword cultivator, and when the other sword cultivator stabbed out, she retreated back and guarded in front of the person.

Even if it is a fairy sword, it is impossible to be so spiritually and fight independently. Obviously, the sword was also controlled by the girl.

The girl's eyes were shining, and her expression was bright, "I was slightly distracted before, but now I am a second heart." ”

Luo Meier was extremely embarrassed by this flying sword, a sword, and no five senses, what if she was hit?

And when the sword stabbed her, it was different.

Luo Mei'er asked irritably: "Is there no way to solve this broken sword?" ”

Mo Chuan's emotionless voice sounded, "Unless the owner of the flying sword is defeated, he can no longer control it." ”

Luo Mei'er frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about." ”

The owner of the flying sword can't beat the sword with just his mind, if the sword is in his hand, what else will happen to them.

Yu Fuguang's eyes were dark, and the killing intent in his heart was even worse.

She will never allow the girl in front of her to leave the floating island alive.

The jade sword stabbed out with cold air, like a white snake spitting out a letter, stabbing towards the chest of the rune bead.

The girl chuckled playfully, stepped on the folding steps, and suddenly disappeared in place, without breath. Yu Fuguang listened intently to the movement in the wind and snow with bated breath, and only then did he widen his eyes in disbelief until there was a sharp pain in his chest.

"You...... How? Yu Fuguang covered his chest, and his body swayed to the ground. Blood trickled down on the snow, blooming blood lotus.

She obviously didn't feel the wind and snow, nor did she feel the slightest sword qi, and the fairy sword she had in mind pierced her chest.

Fu Zhu rubbed the sword, and his voice was as cold as the wind and snow, "This sword is called Ping Feng Shuang." ”

"Since it's all called flat wind and frost, it's naturally quiet."

The sword moves, but the wind and snow don't move.

Frost Snow returned happily to the girl's hand.

Fu Zhu went straight past Yu Fuguang, pointed at everyone with the tip of his sword, and said in a flat tone, "You eldest ladies are all injured, are you still stopping us here?" ”

The sword cultivators looked at each other, and finally looked at Mo Chuan, Luo Mei'er was annoyed, "Look at what he does, don't you know who Yu Ling is in now?" ”

"Keep holding them back." Mo Chuan thought about it for a while, and then made a decision for Luo Meier.

He took his sword and walked towards Yu Fuguang.

(End of chapter)