The power carried by the five sound blades was unexpectedly fierce, not only stopping the turquoise light flow destroying the offensive of decay, but also faintly having some anti-guest dominance and a later posture.

Luo Yong originally thought about retracting the offensive after he had broken all the sound blades that Yan Ruyi had ejected, but he admired Yan Ruyi a lot and did not want to hurt him. Which Cheng thought that Yan Ruyi also kept a hand for himself, and when he was defenseless, he suddenly became a little confused.

But Rayong was not so easy to deal with, and this moment of change not only did not make him panic, but completely angered him.

He never showed mercy to those who offended Rayong's dignity.

Rayong exerted two more powers, the turquoise light flow was full of light, regaining the momentum of devastation, and Yan Ruyi's last five sound blades also lost the ability to resist, and finally turned into nothingness under the overwhelming attack of the opponent.

After breaking through the last obstacle, the light flow did not stop, and attacked Yan Ruyi directly, intending to put him to death.

At the last moment, a white silk volleyed into the air, wrapped around Yan Ruyi's waist with lightning speed, and dragged it backwards out of the range of the square, and the light flow transformed by Luo Yong's spiritual power suddenly jumped into the air.

The owner of the white silk was Qing Ling, and when she saw that Luo Yong had murderous intent, she hurriedly came to the rescue and brought Yan Ruyi out of danger.

Qing Ling took the white silk back from Yan Ruyi's body, and the silk ribbon actually penetrated into Qing Ling's shirt as if it had spirituality, and disappeared without a trace, as if it was integrated with the white gauze skirt that Qing Ling was wearing.

Zhuo Yan teased on the side at this time: "Senior Sister Qingling can always throw out countless white ribbons from her clothes, I don't know what material her clothes are? ”

Many of the disciples present felt that what Zhuo Yan said was very interesting, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud in public because they were afraid of Qing Ling, so they could only force their laughter. But out of human nature, the more patient it becomes, the more funny it becomes, and the last one will suffocate the whole face red.

Qing Ling ignored Zhuo Yan, took what he said as a deaf ear, and asked Yan Ruyi, "Senior Brother Yan, how is the injury?" If you feel that something is wrong, Little Sister can help you recuperate. ”

Although Qing Ling is a descendant disciple of Xuan Chong Zhenren, he has also practiced healing spells from Guanhai Peak Yi Zhenren, and Xuantian once had a heart devouring grass in his body that was highly poisonous, and it was Qing Ling who helped him resolve it.

Yan Ruyi felt the concern in Qing Ling's eyes, and felt grateful in his heart, and said softly: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine." If it weren't for the junior sister to come to the rescue, I'm afraid that this time it would be impossible to escape death, such a great favor, I really don't know how to repay it. ”

Qing Ling shook his head slightly, and said with a straight face: "It's okay." It is common for the same door to support each other, and there is no way to repay it. Since none of the senior brothers are opponents of this person, the little sister will give it a try, and if you make a fool of yourself, please don't laugh. ”

After saying that, Qing Ling jumped slightly, and his figure fell two feet away from Luo Yongyu, and when he landed, he fell from the air like a feather, silently.

Qing Ling bowed to Luo Yong, without showing any expression on his face, and said in a cold and serious tone: "In Xia Qingling, I will teach Your Excellency a high move." ”

There is not even a single line of emotion mixed in the voice, and it is as rigid as if it were talking to the air.

Luo Yong felt a sense of contempt from Qing Ling's tone, and the displeasure in his heart couldn't help but deepen, his fists were slowly clenched, he snorted coldly in his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Lao Tzu has never beaten a woman in his life, and he doesn't want to destroy flowers with his hot hands, so I advise you to get acquainted with each other and retreat quickly." If it is stalked, it is no wonder that Lao Tzu does not know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade. A beauty like no other in the world, if she is crippled by Lao Tzu's mistake, wouldn't it be a tyrannical thing. ”

Qing Ling didn't pay any attention to Luo Yong's malicious ridicule, his face was still as calm as ever, without a trace of waves, and said coldly: "Your Excellency can't help but think too highly of yourself, there has always been no distinction between men and women in the cultivation path, and cultivation has nothing to do with male and female. Your Excellency's attachment to worldly prejudices has not tarnished your image as a 'superior man'? ”

Luo Yong was speechless for a while by Qing Ling's words, his face became more and more gloomy, and a very stiff smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said: "What a little girl with sharp teeth, but it is tantamount to a fantasy to defeat Lao Tzu with just one mouth, what real skills do you have or make the general come out as soon as possible for Lao Tzu to see." ”

Qing Ling made a "please" gesture with his right hand and said, "Then please make a move." ”

Luo Yong glanced at the ghost-headed long knife "Yellow Spring" that he had just inserted into the ground, and said as if talking to himself: "If you use a weapon to deal with this kind of female streamer, it will seem to be a loss of identity, not to mention that 'Yellow Spring' is a notorious peerless magic weapon. ”

After that, Luo Yong raised his head and looked at Qing Ling, and said, "What weapon do you use?" ”

Qing Ling shook his head lightly, and said lightly: "Before the next five years, I no longer used any weapons, and swords, guns, swords, and halberds were just a burden in my eyes. ”

After Luo Yong heard Qing Ling's words at this moment, he suddenly discovered that except for two of the people present, the rest of them all had swords on their backs, and these two were Xuan Chong Zhenren and Qing Ling.

Seeing this phenomenon, Luo Yong couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and secretly wondered: "There seems to be a mystery hidden between the sword belt and the saber belt carried by these Sanqing Sect people, could it be that the cultivation of people who do not carry swords is a step higher? What is the truth of this?"

At this time, I only heard Qing Ling speak again: "No matter what kind of magic weapon, the power that can be exerted is closely related to its master, if the master's spiritual power is strong, then the magic weapon should be able to shine, otherwise, it will not be able to show its original ability." Your Excellency's 'Yellow Springs' sword is indeed a rare treasure, but in your hands it is completely imposing, even if you use it against you, there is nothing to fear. ”

Qing Ling's words completely angered Luo Yong, causing him to instantly put aside the little doubt in Fang Cai's heart and lose his senses. At this time, the blue tendons on Rayong's forehead burst out, his eyes were covered with blood, and his face was hideous.

"Slut who doesn't know how to lift, Lao Tzu must teach you a good lesson today. ”

Luo Yong roared angrily, and with the power of opening the mountain and cracking stones in his right palm, he volleyed towards Qing Ling. The sound of a sonic boom in the palm wind is clearly caused by the air pressure climbing to the limit.

Wherever the palm wind passed, the ground shattered in response, and a ravine about several zhang deep was directly formed, and spread straight towards the place where Qing Ling was. The aftermath of the palm wind made all the disciples around the square unsteady and almost fell down. If such a power hits the mortal fetus of the flesh, I am afraid that no matter how high that person's cultivation is, he will inevitably face the fate of being crushed.

With the power of a palm, the ground cracks and the mountain collapses.

Xuantian had used his true qi to basically repair the wounds in his meridians at this moment, and he was out of the state of concentration, but he happened to see the scene where Qing Ling was about to be hit by Luo Yong's extremely sharp palm wind, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat, and his heart was full of worry and self-blame. I just hope that the person standing in the square at this moment is himself.

"If I had performed better, I would have been able to defeat Rayong, so that Uncle Shi wouldn't have to... Not true!"

A thought that was crucial to him suddenly arose in Xuantian's heart.

"With my current cultivation, it is impossible to defeat Rayong at all, but why do you always have the idea that your strength is actually above him in your subconscious?"

Xuantian's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration.

"Dragon's Eye!When I went through the two tests in the Heart Sword Realm, I relied on the power of the dragon's eye to complete the challenge, but when I faced Rayong, the dragon's eye ability was never stimulated. Could it be that only at the moment of life and death can the dragon's eye show its power?"

Xuantian's worried expression was seen by Zhuo Yan, Zhuo Yan immediately walked to Xuantian's side, patted Xuantian lightly on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, I'm afraid that the uncle who treats you best will be injured? Don't worry, this level of palm power still can't help her." ”

Xuantian was awakened by Zhuo Yan's contemplation, and when he heard what Zhuo Yan said, he immediately nodded emphatically, and said with a firm expression: "Senior Uncle Xiuwei is far better than us, and I believe that Luo Yong will not be her opponent." ”

"Look, the moves you are most familiar with are about to be performed by her. This is the most standard demonstration, so you should take it to heart and take it to heart. Zhuo Yan was confident.

Qing Ling felt the fierce palm power like an angry wave on his face at this moment, but his face did not show half a trace of fear, but there was a faint disdain in his eyes.

Qing Ling lightly stretched out his right index finger and aimed it at the furious palm wind in front of him.

"Without the assistance of magic weapons, is your Excellency only at this level?"