A figure fell from the sky, fluttering in white, like a fairy in the nine heavens. The appearance is so beautiful that it is difficult to describe it in words. It only felt like a foggy white glow.

In an instant, three sword shadows went straight towards the wither-faced man. The speed is by no means comparable to Gu Xi, Ping Ziyan, and Lin Zhanqing.

The brown-robed man's eyes shrunk, and he couldn't see the slightest reality. Before he had time to think about it, the three sword shadows were already close to him. Without any hesitation, go straight out of the three steps.

"It's Senior Sister Dongfang!" Lin Zhanqing lay on the ground and waved his hand, shouting out first!

"Isn't Senior Sister Dongfang's martial arts not very good, embarrassing and useful?"

Tong Die looked at the rapid and agile figure, her face was puzzled, but she was full of admiration.

"Senior Sister Dongfang far surpassed me in martial arts three years ago, but I didn't expect it to reach such a point now. Playing with the clutch elder masters, he will not fall behind at all. ”

Ping Ziyan's mouth opened slightly, his eyes were dull, and he was a little stunned. In addition to admiration, there is more shock.

"Senior Sister Dongfang Wan's martial arts far surpass us, and she doesn't show her dew on weekdays. But I really didn't expect that there would be such attainments. ”

Gu Xi was full of joy, although he was surprised by Dongfang Wan's martial arts, he was not surprised. Apparently I already knew about it.

Just when everyone was surprised, Dongfang Wan had already made more than a dozen swords. The sword flashed with a white cold light, and its power was unfathomable. And it is always used in the gap between the withered face man's dodge. It was quite embarrassing for a while.

The wither-faced man was just as shocked and depressed at this time. This female doll's sword moves are exquisite and tricky, and her body skills are even faster than herself. I have never heard of such a role among the younger generation of disciples of Liuyun Mountain.

......

Midnight. A barren wild grassland is the jade mine that was abandoned by the four major families of Yanlai City.

"Lao Wang, you and I have been dealing with each other for most of our lives, and no one knows whom. Your Wang family has prepared nearly 200 masters, and my Zhang family has 300. The one who spoke was a square-faced middle-aged man dressed in gold, who was the head of the Zhang family in Yanlai City.

"Until the end, how do you know who killed the deer. The royal family obeys the ......"

The one who gave the order was the head of the Wang family in Yanlai City, and he was not in the secret room of the bamboo forest hut and appeared here. The figures of the Wang family's mother and Wang Qingruo were completely invisible.

At this moment, the people of the Wang family and the Zhang family were already in a mess. With the order of the head of the Wang family, dozens of masters on the Wang family's side suddenly rushed to the jade mine, and the Zhang family was also not to be outdone, and dozens of masters rushed out together.

An explosion sounded, and a small mound was blown open. That's the entrance to the jade mine. The people of the Wang family and the Zhang family rushed to the entrance of the jade mine, and almost instantly, they were already fighting together.

......

Three sword shadows stabbed at the withered man's head, left shoulder, and right thigh.

The figure flickered, and the man with a dry face had appeared on Dongfang Wan's left. The right hand clenched the fist and struck out, the fist has not yet arrived, and the fist wind goes first. The cold wind was blowing in front of you, accompanied by bursts of crying.

Dongfang Wan took a half-step back, and at the same time turned around and jumped. A sword slashed out, and the white light of the long sword flickered, as if it contained a killing intent that devoured everything.

The cold wind was suddenly split, revealing the dry man's pitch-black fist. It collided with Dongfang Wan's white light long sword.

Layers of black shadows, white light. Wandering around, frantic and furious.

The wither-faced man took four or five steps back, kicked hard with his right foot, and stopped. Cough twice and blood in the mouth.

The white figure flew out, fluttering, and landed ten paces away. Coughing lightly, it did not look like the beautiful face in the world, first turning red, then white. Obviously, there is something out of the breath.

The dry-faced man was no longer flustered, regained his composure, and spoke:

"Disrespectful, disrespectful. I didn't expect that there was still you in Liuyun Mountain. I don't know if the little girl is happy with the big name?"

Dongfang Wan's expression was as usual, without the slightest emotion, extremely cold.

"It doesn't matter if my name is Zhang San or Li Si, what's the matter? What is the difference between me and me in Liuyun Mountain? Just like if the courtyard is without Your Excellency, isn't it a courtyard?"

"Hahaha, the little girl is very interesting. Although your martial arts are far superior to those of your junior brothers and sisters, you are still not my opponent. There is nothing magical about it except that it is faster. ”

"What if it's fast? What if it's not fast? How about magic? What if it's not magical? I just know that whoever kills my younger brothers and sisters must die. Just like the summer cicada, the noise is only one season, and it is time to welcome death. ”

"Have a good day!"

Before the words fell, the wither-faced man had already rushed out. At the same time, the thunder on his body was shining. With a wave of his right hand, several thunderbolts were tempered, and he came out directly.

Dongfang Wan jumped into the air, dodging the thunder at the same time.

"It's a little bit of a hole. ”

The long sword turned into three golden sword shadows.

The next moment, the wither-faced man's hands thundered. Strike out at the same time, forming a wall of thunder.

Three golden light sword shadows were involved in it and disappeared in an instant.

"Reality and fiction. ”

A long sword appeared on the back of the withered man.

"A hundred ghosts walk at night. ”

"Don't move Lei Zun. ”

A few wisps of black smoke came and went, and a cloud of thunder erupted. Dongfang Wan was behind her, and a punch like thunder struck.

"Eternal wilderness. ”

In this hurry, Dongfang Wan turned around, and the long sword rolled in layers of air. In an instant, it inspired the twelfth style of the Liuyun Sword Technique, "Ancient Barbarism".

Thunder raged, and the air currents were agitated. After all, the thunder light still prevailed, and the air flow was swallowed up.

The white figure flew out, and the wither-faced man dodged and chased after him. The left hand once again condensed with thunder light, although it was not as powerful as before, but it was also amazingly powerful.

Dongfang Wan stopped fifteen steps away, her footing unstable, and her breath was chaotic. But the thunder was near, and he barely raised his long sword to deal with it.

"Eternal wilderness. ”

A strong air current hit.

"It's a little bit of a hole. ”

A sharp flash of golden light flashed.

But it was Tong Die and Lin Zhanqing who rushed over.

Seeing this, the wither-faced man turned sharply with the thunder light in his left hand and smashed towards the golden light of the airflow.

With a bang, it seemed that the world had been blown apart.

There were already several of them in this bamboo forest before, dozens of steps in a messy clearing. At this time, there is one more. The bamboo decorated on the exterior walls of the bamboo cottages has also broken a lot because of the aftermath of several times.

A figure slammed to the ground, covered in dirt and embarrassment. Staggered up from the ground.

There were more than a dozen wounds on his body, oozing blood. The corners of his mouth were bloody, and his eyes were wide with anger. Furious.

Tong Die and Lin Zhanqing's figures stood in front of Dongfang Wan. Covered in mud, he looked tired, but his breath was not chaotic. It seems that the appearance of running out of power just now is pretending.

Dongfang Wantong Butterfly Lin Zhanqing looked at it, and his always cold face rarely showed relief.

Lin Zhanqing chuckled at the corner of his mouth, and Tong Die blinked. The three stood side by side.

"Little things in Liuyun Mountain, you all have to die!"

"Look who's dead today!"

The three of Liuyun and the dry-faced man fought together.

The wither-faced man's thunder exploded, and the ghost flashed.

The three of them are intertwined with golden light, air currents, and sword shadows.

Under the joint efforts of the three of Liuyun, they are still a little weaker.

The wither-faced man fights three people alone, and gradually gains the upper hand.

"Ah!", Tong Die was swept by the thunder and flew out. Lin Zhanqing was also almost at the limit at this time. Only Dongfang Wan is slightly relaxed.

The wither-faced man began to be unable to support it after such consumption.