Click!

Crack Crack Crack!

Mi Xin's eyes narrowed, and the hairpin, which was sharper than ordinary flying swords, was only less than an inch in. It was blocked by a layer of golden film that was faintly visible, and he could not help but exert another force and broke it directly from the tip into two pieces.

A faint golden light flashed on Yue Lin's arm, and the attack of the hairpin seemed to him like a mosquito bite, which was not worth worrying about.

His five fingers opened like beast claws, continuing to grab the young man's head.

Mi Xin's eyes were red, and his hands were moving like phantoms, changing different magic seals.

Bang!

However, just before she was about to complete the last seal, another golden arm stretched forward without hesitation and grabbed her petite palm.

Mi Xin's face was pale, and the spiritual protection barrier at the level of the elixir level had only lasted for less than a breath, and then it shattered under the tight grip of the hand.

Her spiritual energy hit the opponent's arm, but only cut through the skin, causing dozens of deep wounds, and did not delay any movement.

"court death!"

Mi Xin roared, the spiritual energy compressed extremely, and then exploded. The huge shock wave pushed all the disciples around him to the side.

But the young man behind her didn't move.

Just because the thick arm had already strangled his neck.

Bang!

The young man's panic expression was frozen at this moment, and then he lost all his consciousness.

Yue Lin's figure stepped out of the heat wave, and threw away the corpse that had no head, and looked at Mi Xin calmly.

"Is this the strength of the elder of Baihua Pavilion? To be honest, I'm a little disappointed."

Yue Lin's words were like adding fuel to the fire, which completely ignited Mi Xin's anger.

The two figures suddenly collided with each other, and the majestic spiritual energy instantly enveloped the entire floating island, and huge power flew everywhere, shattering everything above the ground.

The Qingmumen and Baihua Pavilion monks had already flew into the air.

Dianfang's complex expression was complex, looking down at the floating island below, and sighed a long sigh.

The other disciples were even more stunned and rubbed their eyes again and again. Until now, they couldn't believe that everything that was happening in front of them was true.

Ling Mei's eyes were faint. Although she could not see what happened on the floating island at all, the image that Yue Lin took in one step at that moment was deeply imprinted in her heart and could not be erased forever.

"Is this your full strength?"

"How could it be so weak, so how could it escape under its might!?"

"Just let me kill you first, so as not to die in despair later."

Yue Lin's low voice was like the snow-capped ice wind, with the chill that was soaked in the bone marrow, resounding in everyone's ears.

For a moment, all the monks from Qingmumen and Baihua Pavilion shuddered.

boom!

The blue and purple monster flames soared into the sky, breaking the majestic spiritual energy directly.

The floating island sections were shattered, and a huge amount of water poured in, and it was immediately frozen into a hard lump of ice.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and Dian Fan and others finally saw the scene below clearly.

Everyone gasped.

Mi Xin, the third elder of Baihua Pavilion, was covered in broken clothes, and his naked and exposed white body was covered in blood. He lowered his head and sat on the floating ice without knowing life and death.

Standing straight in front of her was the tall Yue Lin. He was bent down and reached out to pinch Mi Xin's slender neck.

"You are too weak and can't see your position clearly. What's the point of living?"

Yue Lin grabbed Mi Xin, raised her to a position that was flush with his eyes, and slowly exerted force with his right hand.

"Ahem..."

Mi Xin was awakened by the feeling of suffocation, his eyes were frightened, and he struggled desperately.

Yue Lin was unmoved at all and continued to increase his strength.

Her only remaining spiritual barrier was completely vulnerable in the face of huge power. After only a moment of persistence, Yue Lin forced it to break.

kindness!?

Just before the last force was exerted, Yue Lin suddenly raised his head, let go of the dying Mi Xin, and swung his claws toward the side.

A dazzling silver thread appeared quietly on the palm of his hand. In the harsh sound, a bloody flower splashed out from Yue Lin's palm.

Yue Lin took a step back and looked down at the wound in his hand that was visible to the bones, and a small sword that was firmly grasped by him, constantly trembling but could not fly out.

"stop!"

Until this moment, a clear sound came from the air.

The little sword in the palm of the palm became more and more violent as the sound master approached, further enlarging the original wound.

Click!

The little sword suddenly let out a mournful cry and became quiet in an instant.

Yue Lin took it away from his mouth, and was still chewing on the tip of the sword he had just bitten.

"You!" The figure who had just landed on the ice suddenly staggered and almost slipped.

Only then did Yue Lin see clearly that the one who came over was a very beautiful young woman.

However, her image was a little awkward at this time. She almost fell down when she was unsteady and suddenly she flew up the corner of her skirt. In Yue Lin's eyes, the seductive snow-white scenery inside the skirt flashed away.

The monks of Baihua Pavilion and Aomu Gate who had not yet left were all stunned. The silver light came just now. I thought this female monk was so powerful, but I didn't expect that she would slide even when she stepped on the ice.

The contrast between the front and back is really dazzling.

"You bit my flying sword." The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise. She was tall and slender. Even though she stood in front of Yue Lin, who was nearly two meters tall, she did not lower her face.

Especially with a pair of long legs, the part exposed from the hem of the skirt is dazzling.

"Jing Shang Envoy..." Mi Xin struggled to raise his head, his eyes full of praying.

The tall woman didn't even look at her, but only focused her attention on Yue Lin.

"My flying sword is extremely precious. Now you have damaged one of them. What should I do?"

Her voice was the same as Liu Ningfei. Although she could tell every word clearly, there was always a faint strange feeling in her ears.

"The envoy..." Yue Lin silently understood the meaning of this word, frowned slightly, and suddenly asked, "Who is better, you or Liu Ningfei?"

"Liu Ningfei!?" The tall woman was obviously stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "Is she here too? Very good? You can settle the new and old hatreds together."

"You haven't answered my question yet." Yue Lin shook off the blood in his hand and clenched it slowly.

"I never answer the question of the dying person."

"It seems that you are her complacent subordinate. You are just here to use it to sacrifice the sword and use your blood to water the spiritual flowers in front of Liu Ningfei's tomb."

The tall woman slowly opened the sachet wrapped around her wrist, and short swords flew out from it, surrounding her side, forming a cold sword curtain.

"Sir, save me..." Mi Xin's face changed drastically, and he raised his arm tremblingly.

The answer to her was a silver thread as fast as lightning.

Chih………

Blood spurted out high, and Mixin's headless body fell softly on the ice, without any trace of anger.

"You just seemed to say that you were disappointed with the monks of Baihua Pavilion?" Jing Thorn didn't even look at Mi Xin, killing the third elder of Baihua Pavilion seemed to be like crushing an ant to death. "I'm very angry, since that's the case..."

"I will make you desperate!"

The silver thread suddenly turned around, and was arranged and combined with hundreds of other short swords to form a long whip full of spikes, sweeping towards Yue Lin with a force of heavy force.
Chapter completed!