Chapter 228: The Sorrow of Yuqing [5]

"Long Yuzhong, let's capture him without any effort. With the two of me joining forces, you have no chance of winning!"

After maintaining a high-intensity battle for a long time, a large amount of the power of ghosts and gods was lost. A trace of fatigue flashed deep in the eyes of the kind-browed old man, and there was a vague feeling of weakness.

"Hmph! Elder Liu, don't be too happy, I have prepared a big gift for you!" Long Yuzhong sneered, and the powerful energy that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly rebounded and exploded.

I saw a ferocious black dragon with a solid figure materialize. It roared and opened its bloody mouth, swallowing the cold flower petals floating in the wind one by one, blocking the attack of the second elder.

Then, the dragon flicked its tail six times in a row, like six bolts of lightning, and with a roaring sound that broke through the air, they all hit the kind-browed old man. One strike will crush one tiger, two strikes will destroy two tigers, three strikes will destroy five tigers...

"Poof!" The ghost skill was broken, and the black dragon's tail came with residual power. Liu Yidao spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body was shaken and flew backwards at an uncontrollable speed. Long Yuzhong immediately let out an evil smile: "Master Nephew Leng , If you don’t take action now, you will wait until later!”

"Ice and Snow Flowing Light Technique!" Brilliant purple light bloomed with a life-threatening aura, and a cold figure in white pulled out from the fighting crowd, intercepting the kind-browed old man's inevitable path as he flew upside down.

"Crack!" A sound of crisp bones came out. The woman's eyes flickered, and then she withdrew her frost energy and hit the old man's vest with a palm.

"Pfft -" The strong smell of blood filled the air. Liu Yidao looked up to the sky and vomited a mouthful of blood. He crossed with her and glanced at the woman's face. Liu Yidao's body trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of disbelief: "Ning... Ning... Frost!?"

Immediately, there was a loud "pop" sound, and the blood-stained old man fell onto the dueling stone platform. The bloody smell spread and he fainted.

"Elder Liu!"

Seeing this scene, the elders of the Yuqing Sect present were filled with shock and anger, and they quickly dispatched several rank-10 experts to land on the stone platform to protect and heal their wounds.

Feng Yuqing stood out among them.

"Ah!!" There were screams from the edge of the duel platform. Any evil master who tried to get close to the old man was blocked by a long whip with a blood-red body and a diamond-shaped handle.

The red diamond whip flew through the air and spun like a spiritual snake. Feng Yuqing spared no effort. Anyone who was struck by the whip would be left with bloody scars and pain in their bones.

It can be said that Liu Yidao watched Feng Yuqing grow up. In the Yuqing Sect, except for a few people, his status is irreplaceable.

Although she was calm on the surface, she was angry deep down. The eyes she occasionally glanced at the woman in white revealed a heart-stopping aura.

"Leng Ningshuang, you are also an evil spirit master! Good, good!"

The second elder looked gloomy as he watched the woman in white severely injure Liu Yidao with one blow, and then came to join forces with Long Yuzhong to deal with him.

"Sir Nephew Leng, those who achieve great things don't stick to small details. Why are you so indecisive and miss the opportunity?"

With the addition of the woman in white, Long Yuzhong's counterattack became more powerful, suppressing the second elder until his blood boiled and he could not breathe.

Perhaps it was Gu Nian's only trace of master-disciple affection. Leng Ningshuang could have killed Liu Yidao with one sword just now, but in the end he sheathed his sword and replaced it with his palm, inflicting severe injuries.

It was so obvious that he showed mercy to Liu Yidao. How could Long Yuzhong not see it? But even though he was unhappy, there was nothing he could do about it.

"It doesn't matter!"

With the Purple Frost Sword in hand, the woman in white looked indifferent, and the cold aura lingering around her gradually turned into coldness, constantly eroding towards the bearded old man.