"yes, I'm waiting for you. After Yao Qinglan finished speaking, she suddenly flew towards Zi Ling.

Zi Ling was startled, and the Wangwu Sword took advantage of the situation, and then the side of his body flashed away from Yao Qinglan's side lightly.

Yao Qinglan missed the blow, and immediately turned around sharply in the air, facing Zi Ling with a gloomy face. She floated in the air, and with a flick of her hands, two red and black demonic fires suddenly burst out from her palms.

Although Yao Qinglan was a weak woman in her early years, she was born with great changes such as family changes, loss of children, and abandonment, and her heart changed greatly. Later, she practiced magic skills at any cost, and she was a rare martial arts wizard, and in just a short period of time, her magic skills were thousands of miles a day.

At this time, Yao Qinglan's hands shook, and the two demonic fires turned into two flaming double-edged thorns, and her transformation skills were even more superb.

She smiled coldly at Zi Ling and said, "None of you are my opponent with the Twin Swords, let alone you are alone now. It's better to tie your hands and I can give you a less painful way to die. ”

Zi Ling also snorted coldly and replied, "Thank you for your kindness! Since it's all death, I don't care if it's painful or not." ”

Yao Qinglan's expression changed, she grabbed the fiery red thorns with both hands, and shouted: "Then let's take my life!" After saying that, his body turned into a flash of fire and attacked Zi Ling.

Zi Ling's face sank like water, staring closely at the firelight that came like a galloping lightning, and suddenly rose to his feet and turned over to the edge of the firelight. The blade of her sword struck a purple arc in the air. After that, Zi Ling's figure was closed, and he appeared behind Yao Qinglan cleanly. The tip of Wangwu's sword roared, and instead followed the firelight.

Yao Qinglan couldn't help but be a little surprised when she found that she couldn't hit again, and Zi Ling's Wangwu Sword chased after her closely. Her firelight stopped again, and she turned to stand still, her face grim, and she coldly watched as the Wangwu Sword turned into a brilliant purple rainbow and stabbed at her. I saw Yao Qinglan use the magic fire double thorns to draw a circle on her chest, the magic fire suddenly increased, and the double thorns turned into a fiery red round shield, protecting her chest.

Zi Ling held the Wangwu sword in his hand and stared at Yao Qinglan deadly, the tip of the sword pointing in Yao Qinglan's direction.

Zi Ling found that in his mind, what he kept seeing was the scene of Yao Qinglan's twin thorns stabbing at Ying Zong on Kongtong Mountain.

Zi Ling felt that she had never been like this before, and her chest was full of anger. She had never been so eager to defeat Yao Qinglan.

She focused all her energy on the tip of Wangwu's sword. It seems that this sword can divide the victory and defeat and determine life and death.

Zi Ling was advancing very fast, and the cold rain hit her face, but she didn't notice it at all.

In the blink of an eye, the Wangwu Sword had already attacked Yao Qinglan.

Yao Qinglan sneered and looked at Zi Ling, as if she was looking at the mantis arm blocking the car.

Hearing only a sharp sound, the tip of Wangwu's sword had pierced into Yao Qinglan's demonic fire round shield.

Zi Ling suddenly felt a huge resistance rebound, shaking the blood in his chest. And Wangwu's sword is like a mud ox entering the sea, and it can't advance an inch.

Zi Ling let out a loud shout, used both palms together, and forcibly urged the Wangwu Sword.

Wangwu Sword was urged by the sword master's true qi, and suddenly purple light flourished.

Yao Qinglan suddenly found that the pressure on the Demon Fire Round Shield had increased greatly, and there were even Dao cracks on the round shield.

Yao Qinglan didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and spewed out several magic fires from her mouth and hit the round shield.

Suddenly, the pressure that rebounded to Zi Ling's body suddenly increased. Zi Ling couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. Without hesitation, she slapped another palm on Wangwu's sword.

The cracks on the demonic fire shield instantly increased, and the round shield shattered into a little flame and scattered in all directions.

Zi Ling touched the ground on tiptoe, holding the Wangwu sword and swept towards Yao Qinglan.

Yao Qinglan was shocked, and with a move of both hands, the firelight immediately recondensed into double thorns. She wielded her twin thorns, trying to fend off the sweeping Wanggo sword.

Unexpectedly, the Wangwu sword was just blocked by a double stab, and immediately changed direction. Zi Ling spun in place, and the Wangwu Sword immediately swept towards Yao Qinglan from the other direction.

Yao Qinglan hurriedly changed the position of the double stabs to block the sweeping Wangwu sword.

However, Zi Ling immediately rose into the air, holding the Wangwu sword, and stabbed at Yao Qinglan from the top of her head.

Yao Qinglan was shocked. Unexpectedly, after not seeing her for a few days, Ziling's progress was far beyond her imagination.

Zi Ling's body was agile, and the sword momentum of the Wangwu Sword was constantly changing, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Soon, Yao Qinglan only had the strength to parry.

But Yao Qinglan has deep internal strength after all. Zi Ling could not break through her defenses with the power of Wangwu's sword alone.

For a while, it became a stalemate.

Yao Qinglan and Ziling couldn't help but feel anxious.

Yao Qinglan groaned, the double thorns in her hands were still struggling to resist Zi Ling's Wangwu sword, but a ball of demonic fire spit out from her mouth, turning into a small flying sword, and actually hit in the direction of Ying Zong.

Ying Zong was imprisoned by Yao Qinglan at this time, and he had no power to fight back.

Zi Ling couldn't help but be anxious. She didn't care about entanglement with Yao Qinglan, so she flew up and chased in the direction of the flying sword, trying to recover the flying sword.

But the flying sword hadn't caught up yet, but Zi Ling felt a sharp pain in his back. She staggered a few steps, could no longer hold up, and fell to the ground.

Zi Ling was shocked in her heart, her back hurt hotly, obviously she was hit by Yao Qinglan's magic fire.

Zi Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, forcibly held back the pain, turned her head to stare at Yao Qinglan, and said fiercely: "Witch, you are despicable!"

Yao Qinglan looked up to the sky and laughed: "You call me a witch, how can I be embarrassed to use a gentleman's way with you?" She walked up to Ziling slowly, with a mocking expression: "Girl, I used to think you were an embroidered pillow." Unexpectedly, I really underestimated you. ”

Zi Ling snorted coldly, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with one hand, and said, "Witch, I really overestimate you." You have to play tricks to win me!"

Yao Qinglan leaned her face closer to Zi Ling, and said with a mysterious smile: "It's not that I'm playing tricks, but I know that you and your senior brother Yingzong have the same weaknesses. ”

Zi Ling looked up at Yao Qinglan a little confused.

Yao Qinglan stood up, with a mocking expression, walked towards Yingzong, and said as she walked: "Your weakness is the other party!"

Ying Zong's eyes showed a look of pain. When he saw Yao Qinglan walking towards him, he simply closed his eyes.

Yao Qinglan walked up to Ying Zong, and when she saw Ying Zong closing her eyes, she was not angry, but still smiled very beautifully. She looked at Yingzong's handsome face with affection and said, "Look, your junior sister, it fell into my hands so soon. Yao Qinglan said as she stretched out a pair of jade-like arms, hooked Ying Zong's neck, and her whole body almost fell on Ying Zong's body.

Zi Ling couldn't help but be furious, and scolded: "Slut, shameless!"

Yao Qinglan's face turned pale, and she grabbed Zi Ling in the air.

Zi Ling only felt a tightness in her throat, and saw a demonic red silk fly out of Yao Qinglan's hand and wrap around Zi Ling's neck. Zi Ling grabbed the red silk with her hand, but found that the red silk was extremely hot. And the more she struggled, the tighter the red silk was entangled, Zi Ling was almost suffocated, and her face turned red in an instant.

Yao Qinglan made a move with her hand.

Zi Ling only felt that Hongsi pulled herself forward, and her body immediately flew up, falling heavily in front of Yao Qinglan and Ying Zong.

Ying Zong opened his eyes and looked at Zi Ling anxiously, but he couldn't move or speak. He turned his eyes to look at Yao Qinglan, and his eyes turned into a look that was almost pleading.

Yao Qinglan flatteringly rubbed Yingzong's face with her hand, and said softly, "You're finally willing to beg me, aren't you?"

Zi Ling instantly felt the pressure on her neck lessen.

Yao Qinglan still smiled at Ying Zong and said, "I brought you to Mount Emei just to kill your junior sister in front of you." In this way, you will have no more worries and no weaknesses. From now on, we can live and live happily! Do you think it's okay?"

With this last sentence, the expression on Yao Qinglan's face was already fascinated.

After saying that, Yao Qinglan's face suddenly turned cold, turned her head to Zi Ling, and reached out to grab it fiercely.

The red silk on Zi Ling's neck suddenly tightened, almost embedded in the flesh. Soon Zi Ling's neck oozed red blood. Zi Ling cried out in pain.

At this time, Ying Zong suddenly shouted, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Yao Qinglan was shocked and hurriedly sealed the acupuncture points on Ying Zong's body. She said with a gloomy face: "You actually destroyed your cultivation to break through my mind control technique! Don't you know that if you do this, you may make your meridians flow backwards and go mad?"

Ying Zong was already able to speak at this time, but his face was pale, and he was angry: "Yao Qinglan, you let her go." ”

Yao Qinglan leaned softly on Yingzong's body and smiled coquettishly: "Let her go?"

Ying Zong pushed Yao Qinglan away in disgust. He glanced at Zi Ling, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes in some pain.

After a while, he said abruptly, "Let her go." If you ask for it, I will agree. ”

Zi Ling suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart, and she shouted anxiously: "Yingzong, what did you promise her?"

Yao Qinglan looked up to the sky and laughed at this time. She said proudly at Zi Ling, "Your senior brother Yingzong has promised to go to the Demon Dao with me. ”

Zi Ling said to Ying Zong in shock: "Ying Zong, you are crazy! We are Emei disciples, and it is not a pity for me to die." How can you be coerced and apostated?"

Ying Zong looked at Zi Ling, his eyes flickering, but he didn't speak.

Yao Qinglan walked over, put a victorious face in front of Zi Ling, and said, "You think very clearly. It's a pity that your senior brother Yingzong can't see through it. She stood up, looked in the direction of the Demon Casting Cave, and continued, "If I want to stay with your senior brother Yingzong, I must let him enter the Demon Path. And this Demon Casting Cave, if it is not voluntary, it will never be able to enter. Luckily, I have a key to let your senior brother Yingzong enter the Demon Casting Cave. ”

"Key?" Zi Ling stared at Yao Qinglan a little confused.

Yao Qinglan glanced at Zi Ling deeply and said, "This key is you!"

After that, Yao Qinglan sneered, looked at Yingzong's side, and continued: "Lian Yingzong, you claim to be famous and righteous in vain, but you can't see through a love word. But don't worry, when we enter the Demon Casting Cave, you will forget about the past. The two of us can gallop the world hand in hand, and let both the righteous and the demon surrender under our feet!"

Yao Qinglan twisted her waist, walked to Ying Zong's side in a charming manner, took his hand, and turned around and walked towards the Demon Casting Cave.

Ying Zong didn't resist, and followed Yao Qinglan indifferently.

"Yingzong!" Zi Ling shouted hoarsely, struggling to get up, but fell heavily to the ground.

Ying Zong's footsteps froze, he turned his head and looked at Zi Ling, his expression was a little trance.

Yao Qinglan no longer hesitated, pulled Ying Zong fiercely, and flew towards the Demon Casting Cave.

In the blink of an eye, the figures of the two disappeared into the Demon Casting Cave.

Only the cold wind and rain were left, and Ziling was sitting on the ground.