Two poplar leaves, one on the left and one on the right, shot into Huang Jincheng's eyes.

He had only had time to blink an eye before the leaves were already in front of his eyes.

This time it became hasty, Huang Jincheng hurriedly gathered his spiritual power, two handfuls of sand and dust flew out of his body, and quickly covered his eyes, which saved him from the bad luck of being stabbed blind.

Rao was like this, he could also feel a slight tingling, it should be that his eyelids were still cut.

Fortunately, there is no danger.

"I don't know what to do!"

Huang Jincheng's anger that he had endured for a long time finally broke out.

He planned to take action to abolish Su Lanting's dantian qi sea.

Even so, the future Huang family would lose a powerful high-level cultivator, but he believed that as long as the Huang family still stood in Huangsha Town, there would definitely be no shortage of cultivators who came to take refuge.

Su Lanting was originally bound all over, just fish and meat slaughtered on the chopping board, but at this time, he suddenly found that there was no trace of Su Lanting in front of him.

Huang Jincheng quickly understood.

The moment when the poplar leaf was about to pierce his eyes, his mastery of spiritual power stagnated for a moment because of fear.

At this time, she had already cut through the yellow sand and silk, held the green dew, and slashed at him again.

Although Huang Jincheng's face was covered with yellow sand, and he couldn't really see the direction of this knife, the yellow sand that was almost everywhere in the lobby was still his eyes.

Su Lanting's blade should be his right hand.

Huang Jincheng knew why she slashed at her right hand instead of trying to pierce his heart directly.

His right hand has been playing with two iron galls, one of which is his natal weapon, which he obtained by accident in his early years and has been with him for more than 40 years.

Without it, it would have been impossible for him to extend his control over the entire Yellow Sands.

What Su Lanting wanted to do was to take advantage of the chaos in his mind to first break his natal magic weapon, and then solve him when his magic weapon was damaged and he was counterattacked.

"What a naivety. ”

Huang Jincheng didn't seem to feel Su Lanting's movements, nor did he reach out to wipe the yellow sand off his face, just calmly waited for Su Lanting's blade to fall.

Those who are familiar with Huang Jincheng know that the iron gall in his hand will always be two.

One of them is his natal weapon, and the other is his secret weapon.

Many people who guessed the true body of his natal artifact died under this secret weapon.

Huang Jincheng welcomed Su Lanting's knife against his secret weapon.

Although Su Lanting's behavior made him angry, he also admired such a young woman.

He decided not to kill Su Lanting.

Of course, the premise is that the power of her sword is not enough to force out the full power of the iron courage in his hand.

The cold wind on the knife was getting closer and closer, and Huang Jincheng couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

This knife obviously did not leave any room for herself, it seems that this little girl is destined to die today.

At that time, Qun'er can only play with the little girl outside, which is really his dereliction of duty as a father.

In the next second, the blade was about to land on the two iron galls in the palm of his right hand.

Huang Jincheng really closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the miserable appearance of Su Lanting.

He felt the strength of the knife fall on his hand, and then ...... Sudden turnaround?

Huang Jincheng opened his eyes and looked at the situation through the yellow sand in disbelief.

Su Lanting's Green Dew Knife drew a perfect arc in the air, and then flew out of his hand, aiming at the sand ball in mid-air.

"I see, did you decide to give your hope to that guy in the end?"

"It's a pity, if you want to break my confinement, you are still far away. ”

His gaze slowly moved upward, and his gaze suddenly froze.

After the green dew flew out, the red wave was slashing at the sand ball at a faster speed.

Just now, Su Lanting kicked up the red wave on the ground with one kick, and immediately slapped a palm on the handle of the red wave, infusing all the cultivated palms, and immediately raised the speed of the red wave to an unbelievable level.

Huang Jincheng took a look at it and was relieved.

A cultivator with two natal weapons is rare in itself, and if Su Lanting cultivates a little higher, he may be able to break through his confinement.

But now, even if the two knives are taken together, nothing can be changed.

With a muffled sound, the red wave hit the sand ball and then fell.

Immediately followed by the green dew, almost at the moment when the red wave fell, it also crashed into it without hesitation.

Under the continuous attack of the two spiritual weapons, only a crack appeared in the sand ball.

Although the crack is small, it still can't even get through the wind.

The red wave and green dew fell to the ground, and Su Lanting's final offensive still failed to liberate the Cold Sword.

Huang Jincheng sneered and looked at Su Lanting.

That's the difference in strength, it's desperate, right?

He was about to restore the sand ball's confinement when his gaze suddenly paused on the crack that had been struck by the red waves and green dew.

At some point, a poplar leaf had fallen there.

The edge of the blade is as sharp as a knife.

Su Lanting smiled triumphantly.

To deal with a Fa Sect master like Huang Jincheng, of course she wouldn't just pick two leaves, a certain poplar tree in the Huang family's compound has already been bald by her.

But if it's a critical moment, a leaf or two, it's enough.

This time, the flying leaves are no longer controlled by her mind, but she shoots them with her own hands with the unique technique of the green leaves scattered in Yilan Mountain.

The sharp blades finally inherited the knife qi left on the cracks by the red wave and green dew, and completely cut a small hole enough to breathe through the wind.

Huang Jincheng's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly tried to repair it, but it was too late.

The yellow sand confinement is no longer airtight, like a cage with a big hole, and it can no longer trap the things inside.

What's more, the Northern Meditation Cultivator will seize the opportunity more than he imagined.

As soon as the cold light appeared, the Cold Shadow Sword broke through the sand ball and flew in the hall again, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if it was nodding to Su Lanting.

Su Lanting smiled, as if she was very satisfied, and exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the red waves and green dew flew back into her hand on their own.

Huang Jincheng wiped the yellow sand off his face, his face full of anger.

At this time, he already felt a strong threat, and he didn't plan to spare any more energy.

Su Lanting clenched the red wave and green dew, and said firmly: "In today's battle, you lost. ”

Huang Jincheng suddenly began to laugh, and his laughter was full of mockery.

"Just you, and this sword?"

He continued to play with those two iron galls, and countless yellow sand rose from the ground, sealing almost all the paths of the Cold Stygian Sword's flight.

It was already extremely difficult for it to protect itself, let alone break through the encirclement and come to Huang Jincheng.

Huang Jincheng's attack did not go towards Su Lan Pavilion.

He had already seen that Su Lanting's spiritual power was about to be exhausted, so what else could he use to fight him?

Although today's battle has many twists and turns, the final winner will still be him!

Su Lanting swallowed a mouthful of blood and calmly raised the red wave and green dew again.

Even if the spiritual power in her body was close to exhaustion, she could at least fight for a while and block some attacks for the Coldness Sword.

At the very least, it will be until the Northern Meditation Cultivator himself arrives.

......

In Huangsha Town, Bei Ming Xiu held a six-petal ice lotus in his hand, stepped on the flying sword, and flew in the direction of the Huang family.

He didn't hide his whereabouts, it's not that the Huang family masters didn't find out, but the group of people who came forward to attack and kill were already a lesson for them, and they really didn't dare to step forward to stop them.

But they didn't notice the pain hidden under the calm face of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

With the help of Huang Jincheng Jinshagu's defensive ability to confuse everyone, and then break through the Immortal Lotus Transformation, although he narrowly succeeded, his body was under tremendous pressure, and because he was forced to use part of the power of the Fallen Yuan, the six-petal ice lotus he opened was not perfect, and even the fifth-order cultivation that he could achieve with the help of Immortal Qi could fall at any time.

Now his body is churning with qi and blood, which is quite uncomfortable.

But he was in a good mood.

Especially when you feel the relief of the Dark Sword.

After thanking Su Lanting in his heart, Bei Ming Xiu suppressed the restlessness of the spiritual power in his body and quickly flew towards the Huang family.

Huang Jincheng, a seventh-order Dharma sect, may only be barely regarded as a member of the high-level cultivators in the human world, and cannot be ranked among the first-class powerhouses, but it is not something that he or Su Lanting can deal with alone.

If he hadn't fallen into Yuan's body and hadn't had the Xiaoice bullet that had been accumulated for a long time, he wouldn't have the confidence to fight Si Xiang at all, and it would be too late to escape.

But now it's different, Huang Jincheng's cultivation is not as good as that of Frost Sword Sixiang, who is known as a prestige in the Central Plains, and he is not fighting alone.

He believed that they would definitely be able to defeat Huang Jincheng, the Earth Emperor of Huangsha Town.

I think Su Lanting thinks the same way.