The blood-red secret realm barrier spread around Zi Le Zheng Long Hua and gradually enveloped the entire room. Although Wei Yihui didn't understand his intention, she was not stupid enough to do nothing and wait for the enemy to start his tactics. She raised her hand and struck with a sword.

Heading towards the ceiling, he jumped out through the tiles and jumped to the roof.

Jin Pocheng, who had been ambushing on the roof at some point, swung his giant bronze ax and roared into the wind. Before Wei Yihui could gain a firm footing, he struck at both of her knees. Qiong Huaying on the other side wielded her swords and attacked her back.

Come.

The blood-red spherical secret realm barrier also covered the roof they were on. When Wei Yihui saw the Cloud Swordsmen in the courtyard in front of and behind the house, either standing there or doing their own thing without any reaction, he immediately understood the result.

The purpose of the boundary.

This is some kind of blinding technique or a secret technique that blocks the aura. I am afraid that only people inside this bloody sphere can discover the truth. For those who stay outside, the house remains the same. If someone approaches the door of the house, I am afraid that

He could also see a calm and calm self sitting in the house... Thinking of this, Wei Yihui was secretly disdainful of the despicable methods used by the Dragon Blood God Cult while defeating the attacks of Jin Pocheng and Qiong Huaying.

The ancient sword bloomed with a green sword light, and the seven flying swords condensed by the true energy flew out from Wei Yihui's hand one after another, unfolding behind her like the wings of a peacock.

When Jin Pocheng and Qiong Huaying saw this, they both felt wary. They each took up a corner of the roof to form a horned position and did not attack rashly again.

The red sword light came out from the gap between the tiles under her feet. Wei Yihui flew back quickly. A big hole was opened in the roof where she was standing. Lezheng Longhua spun around and jumped out, landing gracefully on the ridge of the roof.

superior.

Wei Yihui pointed his long sword, and seven cyan sword shadows behind him flew out at the same time and shot towards Lezheng Longhua. The seven disembodied sword shadows drew seven different trajectories in the air, piercing from multiple directions at the same time.

Lezheng Longhua stood there confidently, facing the flying swords coming from all directions. He raised his left hand and pointed to the sky with his index finger.

"Leader!" Jin Pocheng lost his voice in shock. In his opinion, those invisible cyan sword shadows issued by Wei Yihui were quite dangerous. Lezheng Longhua should have defeated them cautiously with the Emperor-Slaying Holy Sword, but for some reason he did so.

This seemingly meaningless and bizarre action.

Wei Yihui's pupils suddenly narrowed. She saw strange aqua blue ripples blooming between Lezheng Longhua's fingers. The movement speed of those cyan sword shadows all became extremely slow after the ripples spread, and even ended up hovering over Lezheng.

Long Hua's whole body.

Lezheng Longhua held his left hand in the air, and the water-blue ripples vibrated violently, crushing all seven cyan sword shadows into pieces in an instant.

"This is a secret technique." Wei Yihui blurted out.

Lezheng Longhua did not deny it, and glanced at the blood-red spherical barrier around him: "When the sect master saw that the connection with the outside world was cut off, you should understand that the three of us are not the only ones who are enemies of you here."

True energy and spiritual power cannot coexist. This is a limit that humans cannot transcend. Of course, Wei Yihui understands the implication of Lezheng Longhua. In addition to the three enemies who have already appeared in front of her, she will have at least one more opponent.

Mystic...maybe more than one.

Where did this guy hide his helper? Wei Yihui tried to sense the surrounding atmosphere to find the hidden mystic, but it was not an easy task. The warrior's perception of general Qi is very keen, and his insight into spiritual power is very

Weak, although the Desolate Sect has always been studying the secret art of using the mortal body of a warrior to fight against the secret art of summoning wind, rain, thunder and lightning, in the final analysis, their understanding of the secret art is still not as good as the mystics themselves.

Lezheng Longhua seemed to have read through her thoughts and chuckled: "I won't let the sect master bother to find her. I will introduce it to you personally."

After speaking, he stirred up his energy and lifted up his robe, letting his shadow sway along with it.

Wei Yihui's eyes fell on Lezheng Longhua's shadow leaning in front of him, and he saw something strange in the black shadow. It was consistent with the situation when he blocked the flying sword just now, and there were water-colored ripples in the middle of the shadow. A strange scene followed.

Appearing in front of her, a woman with smooth lake-blue shawl-length hair and a face as pale as snow slowly emerged from the shadow of Lezheng Longhua.

The woman was stunningly beautiful, with a pair of phoenix eyes under her crescent-shaped eyebrows. Her left pupil was dark gold and her right pupil was red blood. Although her tall and tall body was wrapped in a loose brocade robe with red and gold patterns,

, still can’t hide her exquisite figure.

"Xi Clan..." Wei Yihui already had a rough guess about her identity when he saw her long lake-blue hair, and then he strengthened his guess when he saw the pointed ears exposed behind her sideburns.

Lezheng Longhua nodded slightly: "Yes, it seems that the sect master is not like those ignorant mortals who think that the existence of the Xi clan is just a rumor."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted the Xi tribe woman's back gently: "Introduce yourself to the sect leader."

"Priest of the Dragon Blood Cult, Lianying." The soft syllables coming out of her mouth were as sweet as music, making people's hearts sway uncontrollably.

The women of the Xi tribe are generally born with a beauty that makes mortals on land feel thrilling, and they are very good at singing. There are many weird stories about them among the fishermen and boatmen along the Chenlin coast.

In addition to secret arts, illusions that rely on chanting incantations are also techniques that this tribe is proficient in. Moreover, unlike ordinary people, who are restricted by the inability to coexist with true energy and spiritual power, they can practice both at the same time. However, the Xi tribe's people

Their bone strength and muscle strength are inferior to those of humans on land, so the overall martial arts attainments of this race are not as good as those of humans.

"As a member of the Xi tribe, you are supposed to live in the Qianyu Changsha in the south of the Canglang Sea all your life. How could you set foot in Zhongzhou?" Wei Yihui asked.

A look of confusion appeared on Li Ying's face, and then he turned to look at Le Zheng Long Hua, as if asking him for an answer.

"The words of the sect leader are a bit overbearing. If Lian Ying has hands and feet, where in the world can he go?" Yue Zheng Longhua said matter-of-factly.

"So I want to follow you, a traitor, to disrupt Chenling Jianghu?"

"Jianghu?" Lezheng Longhua squinted and said, "The sect master thinks that I am too stingy. What I want is never just a simple rivers and lakes!"

He held the blood-red Emperor-Slaying Holy Sword in front of him and said solemnly: "Destroying the Desolate Sect is not the ultimate goal I want to achieve. Erasing you from my great cause is just a stumbling block.

.The sect leader knows that this sword in my hand once cut off the great empire on the other side of the sea, and now I will repeat history!"

"You are so arrogant that it is unreasonable."

Wei Yihui shook his head slightly, held the ancient sword Qing Huan with both hands and raised it flatly to the side of his face, chanting: "Spirit Control Technique! Cloud Body and Wind Body!"

Qinghuan Changfeng's own spirit-control technique "One Heart and One Mind" is an auxiliary spirit-control technique that coordinates coordination when multiple people join forces. It is essentially not suitable for fighting alone, so Wei Yihui chose Seven without hesitation.

The most comprehensive offensive type of Yunti Wind Body among the spiritual arts.

"Oh? It's finally here." Yue Zheng Longhua's eyes showed impatient excitement, "When I came to visit specifically before, I saw the spiritual control skills of all the sect leaders, and I also made up my mind to kill you seven troublesome people.

All the ancient swords have been destroyed, so let’s start with you, Master Konglan. Speaking of which, the sect leader has turned gray in age. If the old man doesn’t abdicate, how can the young man take the lead?”

After he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and Li Ying stepped forward. A long sword that looked very familiar to Wei Yihui slipped out from the loose sleeves of her red brocade robe. When the long sword was unsheathed, it was dazzling with white light.

"This is..." Wei Yihui opened his mouth in disbelief.

"The ancient sword that is supposed to belong to the Cangming Sect Master is Can Xue Yibai." Yue Zheng Longxiang said jokingly, "Why is this sword in my hand? And why am I here? Doesn't the Sect Master still understand?"

Wei Yihui asked excitedly: "What happened to the Villa... what happened to the Villa? Lezheng Longhua! What have you done?"

Unable to suppress her anger, she stabbed Lezheng Longhua with her sword. With the blessing of the cloud body, her body was as fast as lightning. In an instant, Jin Pocheng and Qiong Huaying were almost unable to judge the ancient sword Qing Huan's sword.

road.

"Spirit Control, Cloud Body and Wind Body." A beautiful singing voice came to her ears. A red shadow suddenly flashed in front of Wei Yihui's eyes. Li Ying, who was holding the ancient sword Canxue, blocked her sharp stab with perfect accuracy.

The blades of the ancient swords that originally belonged to the Desolate Sect collided together, and they made harsh sounds like screams from each other.

For a moment when Wei Yihui was stunned, the woman from the Xi tribe on the opposite side once again uttered the phantom syllables: "Spirit Control Technique, a flash of the spirit blade."

There were two clanging sounds among the lightning and flints, severe pain was felt in the wrist, and the ancient sword Qing Huan also flew out from his hand at the same time.

Lian Ying's golden and red pupils were filled with murderous intent. The ancient sword Canxue was once again attached to the light of the spiritual blade. Her turning posture with the sword was as graceful as a dance step, but the slash she swung was as fierce as a wild wave.

swirl.

Xiliu Sword·Whirlpool Cloud!

The blade of the sword did not directly touch Wei Yihui's body, but the fierce sword energy had already passed through her body, destroying her internal organs.

"Cough..." Wei Yihui knelt down and spit out blood.

She is both an enigmatic mystic... and a powerful warrior... and she also received the Desolate Sect's inherited sword and spirit control skills...
Chapter completed!