The girl did not respond.

A crisp sound of a sharp weapon unsheathed even drowned out the sound of killing in the opposite mountain in his ears.

Wang Pingyang's breath was sudden.

A short sword appeared in the girl's hand.

This short sword is like a sword tire that has not yet been refined, like a thin piece of black iron, but the black sword body is covered with black flowers.

As the girl's gaze fell as if she were at home, there was also a palpitating aura.

Wang Pingyang was originally one of the fastest young cultivators in the Southern Dynasty, he was a five-year patrol and hunting in the Heavenly Prison, and he also had adventures in Meishan, and his cultivation at this time had also crossed the middle level of the artistic conception, but the true yuan fluctuations that this girl exuded at this time made him feel stronger than him.

This aura even made him feel that the short sword in the girl's hand had the smell of fluttering wings.

It's just that in the next moment, he clearly sensed that the aura generated by the fluctuation of the true element in the girl's body was full of hardship.

This feeling is like a person's chest and lungs filled with many small stones.

Therefore, this girl, who should have been a stronger cultivator than him before, should have reached the peak of her artistic conception, but she did suffer a very serious injury, in addition to the heavy blow in her abdomen, the meridians in her body should also be broken in many places, otherwise the powerful true yuan flowing in her body would not flow so hard, and it would not be so intermittent.

Wang Pingyang's hand landed on the hilt of his sword.

His hilt is embedded with a very pure azure jadeite, this is a famous sword of the Southern Dynasty, hidden in the scabbard at this time, and the undrawn sword body is also azure, this sword is called Chunxiao.

As far as a cultivator like him had in his mind, the true yuan flowed, and although he had not yet drawn the sword while holding the hilt of the sword, the sword intent had already been born, which was naturally enough for this girl to perceive his cultivation.

The girl had a determination in her heart, but she was forced by his momentum, the hand holding the short sword in her hand trembled slightly, and the true yuan in her body was slightly unstable, and her lips could no longer be pursed, and a mouthful of blood instantly appeared.

"I don't have to kill you. ”

Wang Pingyang was still absolutely vigilant, he looked at the girl and said.

This sentence came from his heart, although he did not have a good impression of the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but in all his imagination, he did not expect that he would meet such an opponent.

The other party was a girl who was too young.

And the injury was too bad,

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