"Ridiculous!" Ling Feiyi's cheeks flushed, and she was angry for a while, she couldn't stand the nonsense of the heavenly machine, she held a sharp sword in her hand, and took a few steps forward, and then, Lianbu lightly, jumped up, the sword qi was horizontal, and she shouted, "How can Ling Ru be the faith of this seat, the head of the Ghost Valley, don't be a fool!"

As soon as the words fell, Ling Feiyi's figure was already in front of Tianji's body, and with a wave of her slender hand, the sword light flashed, directly taking Tianji's neck. But Tianji was only a momentary surprise, that is, his expression was as usual, he retreated sharply, and said with a smile in his mouth: "The Yunshui Sword Sect has always been calm and unhurried, and the immortal spirit is insignificant, where is there such a rash advance, and the head of Ling is still the head of the house!"

"You ......" Concubine Ling's clothes and willow eyebrows were tightly locked, her chest was constantly rising and falling, she was already angry, and her sword moves were no longer as sharp as they were just now, but she didn't find the target, she stabbed out blindly, with no sword intent, but no sword soul.

You must know that Tianji itself is a master of using swords, and you can guess the state in Ling Feiyi's heart at a glance, but Ling Feiyi is the head of the Yunshui Sword Sect after all, and she has a deep foundation, even if her heart fluctuates and her actions are a little urgent, she can always keep her other empty hand on her legs, and she can turn into sword qi defense at any time.

Tianji retreated, carefully observing Ling Feiyi's movements, and couldn't help but nod secretly, thinking silently in his heart: "It is worthy of being the head of the Yunshui Sword Sect, even if you can't use the tenth layer of the Yunshui Sword Technique, you still have your own set ......of sword techniques, is it because you are still abiding by your own heart in your heart?"

Thinking of this, Tianji's eyes flashed, and he sneered: "Could it be that if you really don't mention Ling Ruyi, Ling Zhang's only has this strength?" hehe...... What kind of thousand-year-old fate, ridiculous! Ling Feiyi, just like you, are you still worthy of being the leader? You will never be able to compare to Ling Ruyi, because you grabbed the position of head of the house!"

"You're talking nonsense! I'm the head of the Yunshui Sword Sect!" Ling Feiyi exclaimed, her moves even more chaotic, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes.

"It's now!" Tianji shouted, stopped his figure, did not retreat but advanced, "fluttering" in his hand flowing, thousands of postures, as if in the middle of the dance, the flashing sword light has locked Ling Feiyi's body, he sneered, his steps were light, and his body and Ling Feiyi staggered.

Tianji stood on the ground, "fluttering" was still rotating in his hand, there was a trace of blood on the sword body, he stretched out his fingers to wipe the blood on the sword, and then, he raised his hand, put it to his mouth and licked it gently, and said with a smile: "The blood of Master Ling is really delicious! I'm afraid your fighting spirit is about to collapse!"

"Tianji, why is this time coming...... Are you still unhurried? You're ...... You...... Can't you see the state of the Ouyang family's father and son over there?Don't you want to know the situation of Ye Feng in the 'Wenxiangju'?" Ling Feiyi pressed the wound on her abdomen, gasping, and asked what she had been wondering.

Tianji couldn't feel the murderous aura from Ling Feiyi's words, and couldn't help but feel a big deal in his heart, shook his head and smiled: "I'm different from Ye Meng's people, what does it matter to me whether Ye Feng is dead or alive......?" If you want me to say, if Ye Feng is really dead, it will be exactly what I want!"

"Huh...... What a good reason! Tianji, have you always been so relaxed? You say that we are selling our reputation? What are you doing now, and you don't even want to show your true strength? I'm afraid that Tianji, who is known as the first person in the Ghost Valley in hundreds of years, is not this kind of strength?" Ling Feiyi pursed her lips and chuckled, as if her injuries were better.

"So what, you can't let me use all my strength, and even you are not as good as Nangong Wan'er, your fighting spirit has collapsed!" Tianji shook his head and sighed lightly, with some pity in his eyes, as if it was a pity that the current Yunshui Sword Sect had become like this, making this decisive battle that was originally a thousand years of fate a little boring.

"Huh...... That's not up to you...... I need to thank you, if you hadn't kept mentioning Ling Ru to stimulate me, I wouldn't have gotten rid of Ling Ru Shi's entanglement with me for this life. That name was with me like a nightmare, and now she was a goal that inspired me!" Ling Feiyi's aura was still weak, but her words were extremely coherent.

"You...... Could it be ......" Tianji's face changed, turned around, looked at the woman with a calm expression in front of him, and the "fluttering" that he had just put away was untied from his waist again, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I can't imagine that this seat thinks that the easiest way to defeat you is to make your Yunshui swordsmanship improve to a new level...... No wonder I can't feel your murderous aura, it turns out that you are restrained with your murderous aura, and you can do this, that is, you are the one who has practiced the tenth layer of Yunshui Swordsmanship......"

Ling Feiyi lowered her eyebrows and stared at the sword in her hand, and sighed: "Even if you say that you are immeasurable, I have to say that if the sword in my hand is the Yunshui Sword, I'm afraid your expression will be even more dignified!"

"No......" Tianji listened to this sarcastic words, but he didn't care, chuckled, shook his head and said, "Now you are indeed qualified to say this, if the sword in your hand is replaced by the Yunshui sword, I'm afraid I will lose!"

After that, Tianji's face changed, because Ling Feiyi in front of him had disappeared, if it was common sense, then Ling Feiyi should have gone around behind Tianji, so Tianji hurriedly cast his eyes behind him, but he found nothing.

"Whew!"

The sword light flashed, and the heavenly machine was cold all over the body, and he turned his head away by feeling and avoided the vital point, but his shoulder was still full of blood. Tianji didn't have time to care about the wound at this time, and needed to guard against Ling Feiyi's next move, but the strange thing was that after Ling Feiyi hit it successfully, she stopped attacking, but retreated back to the same place.

"Huh?" Tianji was a little strange, frowned, and asked, "To be honest, I didn't expect you to come from above, but I don't understand, obviously you just had the advantage, why didn't you attack anymore?"

Ling Feiyi's face was calm, as if she should have said, "In this way, our injuries will be the same!"

Tianji looked at her in a daze, and understood that this woman wanted to make all the conditions of the two the same before they could restart the decisive battle. He stroked the "fluttering" in his hand, and a long-lost battle spirit appeared on his face, and he exclaimed: "Originally, I thought that this thousand-year-old battle was very boring, but I didn't expect it to become more interesting!"

"How am I better than Nangong Wan'er?" Although Concubine Ling's face was calm, she was worried about being compared with her juniors just now.

"You're better than her, and you're a lot stronger!"

"So, will you use all your strength?"

"Maybe ......"

Ling Feiyi smiled, but her smile became colder and colder, and she said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, you will use all your strength!"

"I hope so......" Tianji licked his blood and looked up and laughed, "Now let's have a real thousand-year fateful battle!"

"Accompany you to the end!"