The silver filaments in the sky went towards the wind seat, making people feel the slightest killing intent, and it was gentle to the extreme. Lan Xinyu flew in mid-air in a green feather yellow shirt, like a Xuan Immortal under the moon. If it weren't for the aura surging around her, I really thought she was dancing.

The wind is even more without a little sharpness, the dark clothes are flying, fluttering like catkins, strolling towards the silver thread that strikes, and it is really like his name, riding the wind. Pushing out the slug with both hands, he actually wanted to block this silver thread with his bare hands. The two-person fight is also like a dance, turning the fight into a beautiful visual feast.

"Hey, have you seen the silver thread in Lan Xinyu's hand?" Looking at Yu Feng's movements, Huang Fu Shan, who was standing next to him with his chest, pushed Xiao Wuyan with his elbow, pursed the corners of his mouth and asked.

"Well, is there anything special?" Xiao Wuyan noticed the silver thread wrapped around Lan Xinyu's hand very early, and he was very curious that someone actually used the silk thread as a weapon.

"It's called Ice Spirit Silver Silk, which is condensed from the silk thread of the thousand-year-old snow silkworm, and it looks no different from ordinary silk thread, but the cold it contains is huge and terrifying, and only the Silver Snow Sword of the Arctic Ice Emperor can be compared to it, and its power is comparable to that of a king-level divine weapon. ”

"Can it be so powerful?" Xiao Wuyan raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but look at Lan Xinyu again, on her slender wrists, each wearing a delicate silver bracelet, which was three fingers wide. If you don't look closely, you can't really see that those silk threads are actually shooting out of those bracelets.

"The Ice Spirit Silver Silk was taken by Lan Xinyu from my family's sword shrine, of course it is not a mortal thing! It's just that with Lan Xinyu's current cultivation, it can't fully exert its power. Huangfu Shan pouted unhappily, how can the sword shrine of my Huangfu family collect ordinary weapons?

If you look closely, you will find that there seems to be a pale silver liquid flowing inside the crystal clear silver threads. Yufeng waved his sleeves lightly, and he didn't see him make any movements, so he felt a gust of wind blowing in the cave, and directly gathered all the silver threads in his five fingers.

This person is using aura to pursue the effect of wind spells. Gu Qingquan touched his chin, and couldn't help but glance at Yu Fenggao, the aura was sent and received so freely to such a point, it was really rare, and it could be regarded as a ghost. But such a ghost is destined to be confessed here today, otherwise, I'm sorry for the half-collapsed Mingyue Gorge.

As for the powerhouses from all walks of life who died here, they all had the heart of stealing the Sword Saint Ruins with themselves, and with this initiator accompanying them on the Huangquan Road, they would not die unjustly.

"It's not enough to use this trick against me. Yu Feng smiled indifferently, but in the dark he hurriedly summoned the aura and poured towards Lu's right hand. At the moment when his right hand touched the Ice Spirit Silver Thread, he clearly felt an extremely cold coming from the silk thread, piercing people's hearts along the meridians. Although it didn't hurt him too much, it also made him shudder.

Grabbing the Ice Spirit Silver Silk along the way, Yu Feng's whole person swept forward lightly again, turned his left hand into a palm, and slashed at the diameter of Lan Xinyu's head.

"Be careful!" Huang Fu Xuan couldn't help but let out a low sigh, the Soul Chasing Sword was already unsheathed, and the sharpness instantly filled the entire cave.

Lan Xinyu snorted lightly, and with the help of the strength of the ice spirit silver thread, he slid upside down along the silver thread, and his left hand quickly brushed the green feather on his waist, and a few bright spots of light immediately appeared between his fingers.

"Cui Yu snatches the soul!" Lan Xinyu's feet had not yet stood firm on the ground, and he spun around and said coquettishly. Everyone only felt that as soon as there was a flower in front of them, there was an emerald green thing, which flew out of the arc under the aura of aura.

At this time, the Wind Resister was still in mid-air, holding the Ice Spirit Silver Silk in his right hand without any point of focus. Lan Xinyu's hand of emerald feather soul snatching can be described as extremely sharp, shooting head-on from bottom to top, as fast as lightning, making people have no time to buffer.

If Lan Xinyu's opponent at this time was a person of the same rank or someone with a slightly smaller gap, she could give herself a few seconds to breathe, but her opponent was Yu Feng, a two-star martial artist who was a large order higher than her. Yu Feng flicked his sleeves unhurriedly, and the emerald green in the gallop slowed down instantly, and then gradually, it was still in the air, and it was no longer able to move forward.

Only then did everyone see what this emerald green thing was, a narrow green feather as wide as an index finger, with a silver needle half an inch long at both ends.

"This girl actually carries so many hidden weapons with her!" Xiao Wuyan glared, her gaze fixed on the emerald feather on Lan Xinyu's waist, if she remembered correctly, her hidden weapons were hidden there.

The right hand was still holding the ice spirit silver wire, and the slender left hand stretched out, took one and put it in front of him, and looked at it for a long time before sighing, "Girls don't play with hidden weapons casually, especially such dangerous hidden weapons." ”

After saying that, he pulled his right hand hard, and slapped his left hand on the green feather.

Lan Xinyu was caught off guard and was pulled over suddenly, and the green feather also attacked Lan Xinyu under the urging of the wind.

In just a few minutes, Lan Xinyu was quickly defeated, and the army of the counter-general was powerless to fight back.

Clenching her silver teeth tightly, Lan Xinyu's heart was full of unwillingness and resentment, but this was the gap between King Wu and King Wuzun, like a mountain that reached the sky, weighing heavily on her heart.

Turning around and giving Huangfu Xuan a look, Lan Xinyu only hoped that Huangfu Xuan would quickly take a few of them away, Gu Qingquan was the key to opening the Sword Saint Ruins, and this person in front of him would not take their lives for the time being.

Unexpectedly, he met Huangfu Xuan's gloomy eyes, and a strong evil aura gathered between his eyebrows, and a bad premonition rose in his heart: "Do you remember the mountain road you came in? ”

Seeing that Huang Fu Xuan was motionless, Lan Xinyu shouted a little anxiously, and Huang Fu Xuan just smiled evilly when he heard it, and waved the soul chasing sword and floated towards him.

Closing his eyes in pain, the scene he didn't want to see happened the most. If they didn't move and leave quickly, they might be able to save the lives of the seven people, but now, I am afraid that except for Gu Qingquan, everyone else will be buried here.

The silver light flashed in front of him, and in the crisp dinging sound, the emerald color fell all over the ground, and the familiar voice sounded in Lan Xinyu's ears.

"Xiao Nizi, you can't help but underestimate the strength of a few of us. The warm breath spit on Lan Xinyu's earlobe, Lan Xinyu was stunned, and felt a burst of nameless fire rise on his face in an instant.

Raising his head, he watched Huangfu Xuan swing his sword at Yu Feng's back, and that evil smile appeared in front of Lan Xinyu's eyes again.

He seems to be different from when he was a child......