When the Chongling Sect found that a large number of cavalry were attacking the river, they did not cross the river immediately, but chose to wait and see what happened on the south bank of the river.

Qing Ling led his troops to the north shore at this time, and said to the Chongling Sect people on the other side: "You are the Chongling Sect people who are willing to invade other people's land?"

The leader of the ten on the other side took a few steps forward and responded, "Cult Spirits, that is our worst enemy. Who are you sacred? I have never seen such a beautiful woman in Penglai**. ”

A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of Qing Ling's mouth, and he said, "Down there is Qing Ling, a disciple of the Sanqing Sect, who traveled through this place and happened to meet you who have repeatedly committed injustice. Since I claim to be a cultivator, I naturally want to do the right thing for heaven and expel you scum from this island. ”

"The tone of the disciples of the Sanqing Sect is not small, I don't know what the real skills are? Although the saying goes, 'good men don't fight with women', but I think you are not a general person after all. In Xia Husong, I am willing to teach the girl a high move. ”

Qing Ling did not immediately respond to Hu Song's request to fight, but gave an order to the thousand cavalry behind him.

"I'm going to test the strength of the enemy leader, you are responsible for protecting the safety of the villagers, and if I am defeated, you must take them to evacuate safely, understand?"

Thousands of soldiers replied in unison: "Obey the general's orders." ”

At this time, several soldiers came to Qingling as representatives of the crowd and told her: "The enemy's mana is strong, and the general must not underestimate the enemy. If you find yourself at a disadvantage, you must not fall in love with the war and withdraw as soon as possible. ”

Qing Ling bowed his head and agreed with their suggestion. Then he leaped and crossed the very wide river with ease, and landed dashing to the opposite bank.

Seeing the supreme light skill displayed by this hand in an understatement, Hu Song couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, knowing that this time he was facing a strong enemy that he had never seen before, and his spirit immediately tensed, and he didn't dare to relax his vigilance at any time.

"The magic of the Chongling Sect is famous all over the world, and I, a person who usually stays at home, have also heard of it, and I will definitely learn a thing or two this time. Qing Ling was also concentrating at this time, completely entering a state of preparation for war, ready to attack the enemy at any time.

Hu Song said to the nine fellow disciples behind him: "I want to fight alone with this girl, you must not interfere." ”

Qing Ling had a relaxed look on his face, and said with a smile: "Why can't you interfere? ”

"Since the girl is so confident, then there is no need to be polite to you, just accept it. ”

After saying that, Hu Song raised his right hand, and a pitch-black light slowly rose from his palm. Hu Song read the name of the spell in his mouth, and the black light in his palm fell to the ground with his voice.

"Hades Chant [Call of the White Bones]"

The black light faded as the words fell, revealing a skeleton wrapped in a luster white light, and on its "right hand" it also held a bone blade also made of white bone, and the cold light on it flickered, which seemed to be extremely sharp.

Qing Ling's face turned grim, and he asked, "You are actually a necromancer?"

"So to speak. Hu Song replied disappreciatively.

"Originally, I still had a trace of respect for the Soul Worship Sect, but I didn't expect you to practice such a destructive spell, it seems that I will not be able to spare you today. ”

Endless anger appeared on Qing Ling's beautiful face, and the power that had been suppressed in his body completely exploded at this moment.

"Wherever the heart goes, all things surrender. ”

Inaudible whispers

But it is just like the proclamation of the Nine Heavenly Gods, full of absolute majesty that makes everything in the world bow down to it.

Guiyuan Xuangong is the supreme method of manipulating the natural elements with the power of the mind.

The four fields were originally a gentle breeze, but in an instant, it became extremely violent, and the wind element filled this space in a few moments.

The almost overflowing wind elementals collided violently with each other, sending out a terrifying roar like a roar of rage.

Qing Ling's Guiyuan Xuangong had entered the realm of Dacheng, and his control of the elements could be described as superb, and in a flash of thought, he actually used the wind element to create a small natural disaster in this space.

The restless wind elemental turned into a raging typhoon that could destroy everything, raging in this space, uprooting flowers and trees everywhere it went, and the wind pressure was so heavy that it was impossible to breathe.

The white bone warrior that Hu Song had just summoned had already been crushed into pieces by the typhoon before he could attack Qingling, and then he was blown away and disappeared in a moment. And Hu Song and the other ten people are depleting their whole body's spiritual power at this moment, making an all-round spiritual power barrier to resist the invasion of the typhoon.

At this moment, Hu Song was already weak due to excessive spiritual power consumption, his face was pale and bloodless, and his body trembled slightly. But he still had to scavenge the deepest spiritual power in the meridians to maintain the unfolding of the barrier, because he knew better than anyone that if he couldn't survive until the typhoon dissipated, the moment the barrier disappeared would be his death. His heart was now filled with fear, and he was deeply worried that they would face such a formidable enemy.

Qing Ling saw the scene of them desperately resisting the typhoon, but there was not a trace of pity in his heart, and he seemed to have no intention of stopping at all.

"It seems that the wind element alone can't completely solve you, so how about adding the water element?"

The smile on the corner of Qing Ling's mouth was an extremely cruel ridicule in Hu Song's eyes, and his heart couldn't help but sink when he heard that Qing Ling still had the ability to continue to cast spells.

Qingling's voice fell, and the long river behind her, which was the dividing line between the north and south of Penglai Island, immediately moved.

The river suddenly became extremely turbulent, and the waves kept rolling, and the roar of the water was better than the sound of the rising tide of the sea.

The water elemental in the river was frantically agitated, causing the river to gather in one place and surge upwards, forming a huge wave three feet high in a moment, ready to break free from the constraints of the river at any time.

Qing Ling raised her right arm high at this time, and the anger that flashed in her eyes seemed to be beyond her control, as if she had lost her mind.

Seeing the tsunami-like waves that would come at them at any moment, Hu Song felt a deep sense of despair.

However, just before Qing Ling was about to swing his arm down and launch that devastating blow, an incomparably pleasant voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.

"Be merciful!"

The owner of this voice was Li Mengluan, who hurried over with Qi Yunteng, the current head of Shangwutang, after receiving the front-line battle report from the carrier pigeon.

When the two came to the river, they saw thousands of soldiers from Penglai guarding the village for protection, and at the same time they also discovered the fierce battle between the two sides on the other side of the river.

Although it could be seen which camps the two sides belonged to, when Qing Ling used the river water to create a huge wave like a small tsunami, ready to give the other party a fatal blow, Li Mengluan suddenly felt that something was wrong, and immediately spoke out to stop it.

But Qing Ling, who had been hit by anger and temporarily lost his mind, turned a deaf ear and had his right arm

has begun to swing downwards.

The great wave with the power to destroy all living beings within a hundred zhang radius is about to fall mercilessly. At the last moment, Li Mengluan jumped up from the horse's back and came to Qingling at a strange speed that was beyond the reach of lightning and fire.

Li Mengluan calmly pulled out a peachwood sword from his waist and said softly:

"My sword, weeping!"

The moment the sound stopped, time seemed to freeze with it.

The wind element stopped moving, and the typhoon stopped raging.

The water element stops working, and the waves are difficult to form.

The typhoon suddenly dissipated between heaven and earth, and the huge waves fell back into the long river, and everything in this space was restored to its original state.

The peachwood sword in Li Mengluan's hand continued to vibrate, producing ripples of true qi that could not be seen by the naked eye, spreading out to all sides, and the endless power contained in it instantly dispersed the two elements of wind and water gathered in this space.

Qing Ling, who was manipulating these two elements, was hit by the impact qi wave generated on Li Mengluan's sword and flew nearly ten zhang away, and was brought back to the north shore by this almost irresistible force, and she tried all her strength to barely stabilize her body. But such a strong momentum did not bring any damage to her body.

Qing Ling looked at the girl in the black dress who had been killed halfway on the other side, and for the first time in her life, she had a thought of awe.

Although Li Mengluan's killing move to stop Qing Ling also rushed out one after another, it finally gave them a chance to breathe, and they knew that it was no longer suitable to stay here, so they fled to the south in a hurry, and disappeared in a moment.

Qing Ling looked at the enemy who was fleeing far away, and his heart suddenly shook, and he realized that he had almost made a big mistake.

Thinking that her anger would burn her reason to ashes, causing her to almost go on a killing spree, Qing Ling couldn't help but feel a deep fear of what she had done.

"How could I suddenly lose the ability to control my emotions?" Qingling couldn't help but blame himself.

Thinking of this, Qing Ling thanked Li Mengluan, who was still standing on the other side: "Thank you for this girl for relieving me, otherwise I must have made a big mistake." Under the name of Qingling, he is a disciple of the Sanqing Sect, and he doesn't know the girl's surname?"

Li Mengluan jumped back to the north shore and responded with a slight smile: "Your posture just now really scared me, your move is too powerful, and it is afraid of hurting the innocent, so I took action to stop it, you won't blame me, right? My surname is Li, my name is Mengluan, just call me Mengluan." ”

Speaking of this, Li Mengluan's body suddenly shook, and his voice trembled slightly and asked, "Qingling, your name is Qingling?"

Qing Ling asked with a puzzled face, "Does the girl know me, why don't I remember seeing you before?"

Li Mengluan shook his head and asked with some excitement: "Have you ever had a nephew named Xuantian? His uncle is dressed in white, and he is exactly like you." ”

"Xuantian, he's here, can you take me to see him?"

Qingling has been alone in Penglai Country for a year, although she is usually used to living alone, but this is not Sanqing Mountain after all, which can't help but make her feel a little lonely. At this time, when I heard the name of someone close to me, I immediately tasted a sense of relief.

Li Mengluan's face showed a look of relief, and said, "He has been looking for you for a long time, if he knows that you are also here, I think he will be overjoyed, and I will take you to see him now." ”

At this moment, no one could see the sad look in Li Mengluan's eyes hidden behind his relieved smile.