Outside the Ling family's ancestor, Murong Mengyue sensed what was happening in the courtyard, but at this time, she couldn't pull away, facing a peak of the Xuan Realm and the middle of the seven Xuan Realms, she was also a little overwhelmed. ■>

Especially since she still has old injuries on her body, she can't show her true strength at all.

The rickety old man looked at Murong Mengyue and said, "Miss Murong, we are not looking for you, you can save your life if you leave now." ”

Murong Mengyue didn't speak, and the cold spiritual power emanating from her body represented her choice.

Because of her special physique, she can practice some qi practitioners' qi training methods, and she has made rapid progress over the years.

However, since she was injured three years ago, the condensed spiritual power has begun to become more and more complicated, and some methods cannot be used, otherwise she only needs one finger to destroy these people in front of her.

The rickety old man looked at Murong Mengyue and shook his head, and then his figure disappeared suddenly.

Murong Mengyue's eyes were cold, and her spiritual power condensed in her hand, and then she formed an ice-blue four-foot long sword, slashing to the side and back.

Laugh at!

An old figure was slashed from behind the side, then slid on the ground until it fell ten meters before stopping.

The rickety old man looked at his arm, and a palm-sized wound was lined up, and the wound was full of ice chips.

The ice chips pierced the flesh and began to melt, and the next moment, the entire wound was frozen, and the frozen area was slowly spreading, but in a breath, the frozen skin was already the size of a palm.

The rickety old man's eyes were cold, and he said to the other seven people: "Let's go together!"

The other seven nodded, their true qi condensed in the palm of their hands, and each displayed their most powerful martial arts.

The next moment, eight people, plus the rickety old man, immediately rushed towards Murong Mengyue.

"Gravel Palm!"

"Soul Hook Claw!"

"Collapse Mountain Fist!"

"Exhaust Palm!"

"Evil Moon Slash!"

"Wind Blade!"

The eight people all used their own stunts, wanting to defeat Murong Mengyue in one fell swoop.

Murong Mengyue took a deep breath, mobilized her spiritual power, and then formed one seal after another in the palm of her hand, and the seal was constantly changing, and finally formed an ice phoenix that was two feet tall and had its wings open and fifteen blue.

The moment the ice phoenix appeared, the temperature around it dropped rapidly, and the sky was a big sun, but the ground and plants around fifty meters were covered with a layer of frost.

The ice phoenix waved its wings at the attacking eight people, and a pair of phoenix wings immediately shot out countless ice cubes.

Whoosh ......

There was a dense sound of breaking the air, and the eight rickety old men opened their true qi shields to resist the flying ice cubes.

Bang bang bang!

The ice slammed into the True Qi Shield, and then exploded, turning into countless ice chips, but with each impact, the True Qi Shield shook for a moment, as if it would dissipate in the next moment.

The rickety old man's eyes narrowed, he knew that it would not work like this, so he reached out and pulled out a palm-sized gossip plate from his waist and injected his true qi into it.

Airplanes!

With the injection of true qi, two mist of air and one black and one white emerge from the Bagua plate, and then condense into a Tai Chi pattern above the Bagua plate.

The Taiji diagram kept rotating, and then formed a gray ball of light, the center of the ball of light began to glow, and the next moment a gray streamer shot out.

The ice phoenix was hit by the gray streamer, and immediately turned into countless blue points of light and dissipated.

As soon as the ice phoenix collapsed, the surrounding ice also disappeared without a trace.

As soon as Bingling disappeared, the rickety old man was overjoyed, and he wanted to make a move and kill Murong Mengyue with a single blow of the Wind Blade Technique.

However, the ice phoenix dissipated, and there was no figure of Murong Mengyue behind it, and the expression on the face of the rickety old man gradually turned into horror and disbelief.

Because he didn't know when, Murong Mengyue had already come behind him, and an ice-blue long sword that seemed to be substance was on his shoulder, only a centimeter away from his carotid artery.

Time seemed to freeze, there was a dead silence, and the other seven Xuan Realms of the Qian family did not dare to act rashly.

It wasn't that they were afraid that Murong Mengyue would kill the rickety old man, but that they were afraid that the young man in front of Murong Mengyue's right would suddenly appear.

Murong Mengyue looked at the young man who grabbed his wrist, his expression was very complicated, there was resentment, infatuation, and confusion......

In the end, all emotions turned into calm, and Murong Mengyue smiled indifferently.

The next moment, Murong Mengyue flew out upside down, and then slammed into the stone wall of the Ling family's ancestor.

The rickety old man turned around and knelt down to the young man and said, "Welcome to the young pavilion master!"

The other seven Xuan Realm martial artists did the same, kneeling down and saluting.

"Welcome Young Pavilion Master!"

The young man glanced indifferently at the rickety old man and the others, waved his sleeves, and then raised his head and looked at Murong Mengyue.

"Mengyue, it's been three years, and you're still so weak!"

Murong Mengyue held the wall with her right hand and stood up slowly, her left hand drooped weakly, and her entire shoulder collapsed, obviously her bones were broken.

Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Murong Mengyue looked at the young man and sneered: "You don't necessarily have any growth! ”

The young man shook his head and sighed, "You are still as hard-mouthed as you were at the beginning. ”

When Murong Mengyue heard the word "originally", she heard all kinds of injuries that the man in front of her had done to her, her eyes were cold, and she said coldly:

"Don't tell me that you didn't deserve it. ”

The young man took a deep look at Murong Mengyue and sighed, "Let's go! I won't kill you today!"

"Hehe, don't kill me, when did the young pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion become so merciful?" Murong Mengyue sneered.

The young man frowned, turned around, no longer looked at Murong Mengyue, and said, "I let you go because I was thinking about the original feelings, don't be ignorant of advancing and retreating, and do it like three years ago." ”

"Hehe, are you going to kill me like you did three years ago? I don't know what this time is for?" Murong Mengyue said.

"No why, it's just that you're in my way. The young man said with an expressionless face.

Murong Mengyue smiled, but no matter how you look at it, this smile is a little self-deprecating.

Yes, she is just self-deprecating, laughing at herself for being blind and seeing the wrong person, and her sweet words and vows are all lies.

In order to climb to the top of a higher mountain by himself, he was a stepping stone to climb higher three years ago.

The young man seemed to be impatient and didn't want to waste more time with Murong Mengyue, so he raised his hand, and a one-foot-long wind blade condensed in the palm of his hand.

Wind Blade!

The wind blade of the rickety old man was taught by him, and the size was almost the same, but the wind blade he condensed was more condensed than that of the rickety old man.

His wind blade can be cut like tofu even if it is a hundred refined steel.

The young man didn't turn around, his voice was still indifferent, but there was a little more murderous intent inside.

"One last time, go! or die!"

Murong Mengyue smiled disdainfully, then walked to the gate of the Ling family's ancestor and blocked the way.

"If you want to go in, kill me first!"

"Okay! I'll do you!" the young man closed his eyes, then opened them suddenly, and threw the wind blade in his hand with his backhand.

Airplanes......

The wind blade was so fast that the air was cut, emitting a series of humming sounds.

Murong Mengyue watched the wind blade fly by, and subconsciously closed her eyes.

However, in the middle of the ring, the imaginary pain did not come, and Murong Mengyue subconsciously opened her eyes.

What caught my eye was a long silver-white hair, straight blown by the air waves, swaying in front of my eyes, and even a few strands of hair brushed my cheeks, itchy.

The shoulders that usually don't look particularly familiar with each other give people a sense of peace of mind at this time, as if the sky can fall without worrying if he is there.

Ling Yue pinched the wind blade in his hand, and as soon as he used force, the wind blade immediately turned into a glow like a firefly and dissipated.

Raising his eyes to look at the young man, his spiritual sense was released, attacking in all directions, and there was a blue-gold flame burning in his pupils.

"Whoever dares to touch her, who dies!"

(End of chapter)