Chapter 139o Genius Sword Master vs "Fengyue" Sword God (41)

Leng Su's plug-in was too outrageous, and Feng Qingcheng could only watch the distance between the two of them getting bigger and bigger.

And she was even more affected by Yang Ming's self-destruction before she took a few steps...

Although Yang Ming's self-destruction was suppressed to the lowest point because he was in Jianshan, the distance between Feng Qingcheng and Yang Ming was too close.

Faced with the energy pressure coming from behind, a trace of obvious hatred flashed in Feng Qingcheng's eyes, and looking at Leng Su's leaving back above, it was a gritting teeth.

"Bitch!"

Indeed, if Leng Su hadn't exposed it, Yang Ming would have died inexplicably under her plan.

I don't want to, but now I still implicate her.

If she had known this, she would have completely absorbed all the last trace of Yang Ming's cultivation and essence in that maze.

"Bang!"

"puff!"

Yang Ming's body exploded, and a powerful energy spread around him.

Feng Qingcheng is closest to Yang Ming, so it is naturally a tragedy.

A mouthful of hot blood spurted out from her mouth, and her delicate body was knocked to the ground by energy, and continued to roll down the ladder.

"Bang bang bang."

After escaping to safety, Leng Su turned around and looked at Feng Qingcheng below.

Seeing that her body was like a ball, rolling down constantly, Leng Su smiled so proudly.

"Junior Sister Qingcheng, I didn't expect you to have such a special hobby."

"Junior Sister Qingcheng, you have fun. Senior Sister, I am weak, so I won't stay with you for more."

Looking at Feng Qingcheng's gritting teeth and wishing to kill her, Leng Su expressed her happiness and excitement.

Let you do something bad before and let the fire phoenix burn my aunt. Now you are fine, you will be punished.

Seeing that it was halfway up the mountain in front, Leng Su hesitated for a moment. In order to avoid reaching the top of the mountain too early to arouse Feng Yue's suspicion, she chose to walk down the steps and wander around.

On this Sword Mountain, except for the endless stairs they walked before, there were no grass growing on the surrounding mountain walls, with countless sword hilts inserted.

Looking at the various and novel hilts of swords, Leng Su couldn't help but reach out and touched them curiously.

These sword hilts are quite strange. Some are cold, some are hot, some are heavy...

Each sword seems to have its characteristics and looks very good.

Faced with Leng Su's touch, the swords were actually resistant until the black vortex appeared in Leng Su's white palm.

In an instant, he was still trembling just now, and a sword that looked like he was about to start a war calmed down.

Leng Su's hand was like a prodigal son in the flowers. She had to touch him no matter which sword he passed by, and she would stop after being frivolous.

His eyes swept over the swords briefly, and after touching them, Leng Su curled his lips boredly and left this place.

Yes, although those swords seem to be quite powerful, they are actually very ordinary.

But they are all spiritual swords with attributes, not even half-immortal swords, and they are not even as good as the "Fengyue Divine Sword" in Feng Yue's hand, let alone the strange swords in her space.

Thinking of this, Leng Su's eyes suddenly lit up and she took out a sword she used often from her space.

"Sharp!"

"Sharp!"

"Sharp!"

As soon as the black sword came out of the space, the swords on the entire sword mountain trembled one after another, as if they were terrified, afraid, and... surrender?
Chapter completed!