When Sanqing saw the woman in light red clothes ordering people to bring Xuan Bing Shui, her little face became a little more cautious. She held the flag and waved it, the flames compressed and condensed into strong sharp arrows, and thousands of arrows were fired in unison.
Several sword cultivators leaped into the air and used various sword moves to knock away the oncoming red-feathered arrows.
Luo Meier's eyes slightly raised, "Mo Chuan, are you still not here?"
There was blood surging in the chest, and Mo Chuan frowned. He was fighting with Que Huan, and Luo Meier could not have guessed that he was injured. Now calling him in, she clearly wanted him to die.
"What? Do you still think you are Lord Mo who is in charge of the Yuling Camp?" Luo Mei'er stroked the patterns on the Yuling Camp and said lightly.
Mo Chuan took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm, "Yes, Master Luo."
Where Luo Meier couldn't see, the man's eyes were dark and his lips were sarcastic. Who is this young lady? How could she really leave the Yuling Camp under her control?
It's just that the two of them have a higher status in the Yuling camp, and the young lady knows that Luo Meier is at odds with her, so she deliberately lets her humiliate her.
Mo Chuan endured the pain in his body and stabbed Sanqing with his sword as Luo Meier wished.
The sword moves carried murderous intent. If this little thief hadn't caused trouble, he wouldn't have fallen to this point, and it still depends on Luo Meier's face. By capturing her, he might still have a chance to make a difference.
Luo Mei'er felt very happy when she heard Mo Chuan's voice from Master Luo.
But seeing Mo Chuan making fierce moves, his eyes gradually narrowed, as if he thought of something, he suddenly drew his sword and took action.
She wanted Mo Chuan to take action to aggravate the injury, but she didn't want him to claim credit in front of the young lady.
The light red figure is as light as a young swallow, and can move freely under the rain of arrows. The soft sword flashes as fast as lightning and stabs out from the back.
A smile appeared on Luo Meier's face.
Between the lightning and stone fire, a ray of silver light flew in, and the long sword was blocked in front. The violent fluctuations of spiritual power shook Luo Meier's soft sword away.
Her eyes were startled. Before she could react to the sudden situation, Sanqing turned around suddenly and cursed angrily, "How shameless! You actually made a sneak attack!"
The flying sword circled around San Qing, buzzing and vibrating until the girl in the distance nodded slightly towards it and then became quiet.
Yu Fuguang said with a hint of sarcasm, "No matter how spiritual your sword is, it still needs the master's command. It won't help if you leave it there."
The girl was still gentle and polite, "I won't bother you anymore."
Yu Fuguang's eyes fell on the rotten wood scabbard on the girl's waist, and he was slightly curious about what her second sword looked like.
The girl raised her hand, and suddenly there was a soft white sword, "Go on!"
There was a faint flash of light on Feijian's body, reflecting the white snow, like a pear tree blooming.
Yu Fuguang's eyes were startled, but he couldn't hide his surprise, "Mr. Yu Li's Dulu Sword?"
The Dulu Immortal Sword she had dreamed of actually appeared in front of her in this way. A flash of surprise flashed in Yu Fuguang's eyes, and her expression became stern. No matter what, she must get this sword.
It seems that God is indeed fair. She lost the Ruomu Fruit and the Frost Spirit Fruit, so she sent the Dulu Fairy Sword to her.
A trace of cruelty flashed in Yu Fuguang's eyes, and he raised his sword. Ice flowers suddenly appeared under his body, opening and closing, releasing cold air.
Fu Zhu did not miss the greed in Yu Fuguang's eyes. He lowered his head and glanced at the Dulu Immortal Sword. It was indeed beautiful. No wonder so many people were thinking about it.
Taking one step forward, the wind and snow roared, high-pitched and intense.
San Qing looked at the inexplicably weaker flame and was stunned. Her true sun fire is the most powerful flame in the world. It is not afraid of ordinary water, let alone ice and snow. But now it is actually dimmed by that girl's frost and snow...
Sanqing bit her back teeth and cursed God in her heart. The stronger the girl's magic, the weaker her true sun fire. The stronger the true fire of her sun, the more the girl's frost and snow will melt.
When two parties fight, one party must retreat. But they are clearly in the same camp now!
A clear phoenix call brought back everyone's thoughts.
In the void, a jade-clad light flying in purple was seen, an ice-blue phoenix was stepping on its feet, and a jade sword in its hand was pointing directly at the girl in white on the ground.
The girl tilted her head slightly, and there was an ice sculpture dragon hovering behind her. Its blue color was very light, almost transparent, and it was hidden in the wind and snow.
Some people said that her magic skills were average, but Fu Zhu would never admit it.
The girl raised her hand slightly, and the ice dragon flew straight into the sky with the wind and snow. The dragon's tail swept away and hit the purple-clothed woman on the ice phoenix.
Yu Fuguang reacted quickly, stepped on it with strength, leaned back, his robes flew up, and he landed firmly on the phoenix body again.
A flying sword suddenly struck.
Yu Fuguang looked down, and saw that the girl no longer had the long sword in her hand, and the Dulu Fairy Sword was tossing back and forth as she pleased.
The girl jumped up in the air, stepping on the light frost flowers, and with a thought, she moved away with the flying sword.
"How can you master the flying sword so freely?" Yu Fuguang's tone was full of disbelief.
She turned her eyes to look at the girl's other sword, turned it with a whoosh, and blocked one sword cultivator. When another sword cultivator thrust out, she stepped back without warning and stood guard in front of the person.
Even a fairy sword cannot be so spiritually aware that it can fight on its own. It was obvious that the girl was also controlling the sword.
The girl's eyes sparkled and she was full of energy, "I was slightly distracted before, but now I am distracted."
Luo Meier was extremely embarrassed by the flying sword. It was a sword and had no sense of sense. So what if she was hit?
But when the sword stabbed her, it was different.
Luo Meier asked irritably: "Is there no way to get rid of this broken sword?"
Mo Chuan's emotionless voice sounded, "Unless the owner of the flying sword loses, he will no longer be able to control it."
Luo Meier frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
The owner of the flying sword can't defeat him just by controlling the sword with his mind. If the sword is in his hand, what will happen to them?
Yu Fuguang's eyes were dark, and his murderous intent was even stronger.
She would never allow the girl in front of her to leave Yufu Island alive.
The jade sword was wrapped in the cold air and thrust out, like a white snake spitting out a letter, and stabbed towards Fu Zhu's chest.
The girl chuckled playfully, stepped on the fiber-breaking steps, and suddenly disappeared from the place without any breath. Yu Fuguang held his breath and listened to the movement in the wind and snow. It wasn't until he felt severe pain in his chest that he opened his eyes in disbelief.
"How... did you do that?" Yu Fuguang covered her chest, her figure swayed and fell to the ground. Blood dripped on the snow, and blood lotuses bloomed.
She clearly didn't feel the wind blowing or the snow rising, nor did she feel the slightest bit of sword energy. The fairy sword she had longed for pierced her chest.
Fu Zhu rubbed the sword, and his voice was as cold as wind and snow, "This sword is called Ping Feng Shuang."
"Since they are all called Ping Feng Shuang, they will naturally be silent."
The sword moves, but the wind and snow remain motionless.
Shuang Xueming happily returned to the girl's hand.
Fu Zhu walked straight past Yu Fuguang, pointed the tip of his sword at everyone, and said in a calm tone, "Your eldest lady is injured, are you still stopping us here?"
The sword cultivators looked at each other in confusion, and finally looked at Mo Chuan. Luo Meier was annoyed, "Look at what he did, don't you know who is holding Yu Ling now?"
"Continue to stop them." Mo Chuan thought for a moment and then made a decision for Luo Meier.
He put away his sword and walked towards Yu Fuguang.
(End of chapter)
