Hearing these two names, a dark light flashed in Yingmeng's eyes, and the other party's expression told her that the other party had determined her identity. There was no point in continuing to hide it at this time.

Yingmeng slowly raised his eyes and straightened his waist. His whole temperament was different. He was charming and sycophantic, with unrivaled magnanimity.

She was sure and certain that she had never seen this person. She had never taken away her territory or killed her power. The only intersection she could think of was when she was a profiteer.

But every product she touts is well-founded. If she does a good job of selling, she has never used any other techniques except to arouse people's emotions. She has never made up the function of the product. Buying and selling is all about your emotions.

She didn't believe that she would offend such a person because of what I wished for.

"Then I dare to ask why Senior spent so much effort to find me? I believe that you, a smart person like Senior, must know that the value of my life may be much higher than my death."

"It's nothing. I just met an interesting junior in the desert. I accidentally learned that you are the most perfect work of Mr. Sheng. So I thought I would meet you and give you a few words by the way."

Yingmeng listened to the young lady's cold and wanton voice and analyzed the current situation.

She knew that the ghost training camp in this place was out of reach, but she forgot that the people here came in from outside.

Sheng Yuan and Xian Qing chose to stay outside because of their obsession, but geniuses of their generation may not have made the same choice. She was sure that the woman in front of her had some friendship with Sheng Yuan. She just didn't know what kind of friendship it was. Love? Hate?

Love? Hatred?

"Stop looking at me. The superficial things Mr. Xian taught you can't tell you about my experience." The young lady opened her thin lips lightly and spat out a word without warmth. "I don't bully the juniors, I just want to see your skills. Don't worry about me.

Not martial."

Ying Meng twitched the corner of her mouth. Did she have a choice? She seemed to burst into laughter: "Senior, please."

"Concession."

Yingmeng knows your current situation, and she has no room for argument. Now she can only take one step and take one step. Anyway, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge.

Yingmeng tapped her toes, and for a moment she stepped lightly on the tree trunk and was in mid-air. She flipped the bone sword out of its sheath with her right hand, and moved the bone sword slightly with her fingertips as she shot out of the air, carrying a fierce stroke.

A sharp arc.

The senior lady opened her left hand at the same time. As she moved, the leaves flew in all directions. The leaf stopped in the center and emitted a faint green light. Then under Yingmeng's gaze, the leaf suddenly shone brightly and turned into a long whip.

, coiled together to form a shield, blocking Ying Meng’s sword move.

Yingmeng took a few steps back, stopped on the branch, looked at the weapon in the opponent's hand, and swallowed slightly.

Chain whip. Just the name alone tells you that it is a bad idea. The opponent basically just needs to hold a handle and swing it towards where she wants to attack. It sounds just like a whip and there is no danger.

But actually what makes it so unique and scary is that there are a lot of metal blades along the whip to the end, plus it's

A whip forged from iron chains instead of leather instantly doubles its lethality and lethality.

Don't ask her, how did the other party turn the vines into iron chains without any cultivation, or the kind of iron chains burning with flames. Feeling the changes in the surrounding temperature, Yingmeng's hand holding the sword tightened,

It's a strange fire.

Thinking of this, Ying Meng's sword tip was also covered with a layer of dark black flames.

"This is the talent that Mr. Sheng was so boastful about back then. He learned it so quickly." The young lady's black robe was lined with the most ruthless color, her face was calm, and she looked at Ying Meng.

The flame coverage is not uniform, which shows that Yingmeng is very unfamiliar with this technique, but he can replicate it after just watching her use it once. This talent is really interesting.

She remained expressionless, and no one could see clearly the calm and deep emotion in her eyes.

The long whip was swung out.

Yingmeng quickly dodged and wrapped the long whip around the tree trunk next to him. In an instant, the tree trunk turned into powder, and Yingmeng flipped over and stood on another tree branch. Yingmeng's eyes flashed slightly, and he couldn't block it with his sword. The opponent's strength

It is very possible that he can break his own bone sword.

A fierce flash flashed through Ying Meng's eyes. She held Qing Jing in her sword-holding arm. The air flow around her body fluctuated violently. Her clothes automatically moved without wind. She made a hunting sound and swung a sword light into the air. Then her figure flashed and left.

In situ.

The long whip broke through the sword light, sending out a huge impact, and the broken chain emitted a dazzling blue light in the air.

The long whip that originally hit the treetops suddenly made an arc in the air and struck the blank space next to it.

Yingmeng's pupils narrowed sharply as she looked at the close-sized broken chain in front of her.

"Oops!"

Unpredicted, she ducked out of the way, but a moment later, a deep blood mark appeared on her face. However, Yingmeng had no time to pay attention, and she approached the opponent. The blade of the sword drew a sharp arc, and she swung out the sword.

Take the opponent's throat.

The whip's weakness is probably close combat.

The opponent waved his hand and hit Ying Meng's wrist, put aside the edge of the sword, rolled up the long whip, coiled it in his hand, and punched Ying Meng in the abdomen.

The senior lady waved the long whip on her hand and curled her lips indifferently. It was just a shadow, so the speed was not slow.

Then she retreated sharply, her back pressed against the tree trunk, and where she originally stood was a deep trench carved by the sword energy.

The glint of the sword and the shadow of the sword could not be captured, only the sound of the impact could be heard, fierce and solemn.

Every move is fatal.

The two figures were entangled together, and it was impossible to tell who was who. Afterimages were drawn in the air, only murderous intent could be seen.

The men and horses below looked like black clouds looming over the surroundings, looking up at this shocking scene that was rare to see in this life, filled with murderous intent and thrilling.

The sun sets in the west, spreading its blood-stained color to the earth, and the afterglow reflects on the two figures.

Is this called not practicing martial arts? The depths of Yingmeng's eyes reflect the sunset, and the fluctuations in it are like undercurrents in the deep sea.

She was convinced that the other party didn't use the power of Tao at all, but with her understanding of the sword and the power of Tao, she could only barely draw a tie with her.

Yingmeng's knuckles were turning white, but her face was extremely calm. If it dragged on any longer, she might not be able to handle it.

Her initial explosive power is fine, but if she fights for a long time, her physical fitness will not be able to keep up. She can only fight quickly.

Yingmeng held the gloomy and cold bone sword, cutting through the vast world of life and death, leaping in the air, stabbing straight into the opponent's heart, with a deadly aura. The air cracked, murderous intent shrouded inch by inch, and the overwhelming attack came.

.

The senior lady stood in the afterglow of the setting sun like blood, turned her wrist, and the long whip shook out afterimages. The iron chain flashed with an icy edge. The moment Zaiying Meng came closer, she raised her hand instantly, and the long whip reflected the dazzling blue light.

, the scorching flames spread from the inside out.

When the light dissipated, Yingmeng was hit on the trunk of the tree. The big tree broke with the sound.

Ying Meng knelt on the ground on one knee, spitting out blood, as if he wanted to spit out all his internal organs.

The blood spread out in large areas in an instant, dyeing the clothes red.

The dusk is dim and the setting sun is like snow.

Yingmeng's eyes did not blink, but they were slightly swaying. It was unclear whether the blood-like setting sun reflected in his eyes was the shocking blood on the ground.

Is she so weak? Did a small victory among her peers make her get carried away? She is too impulsive. But if she is not impulsive, she will be dragged down! To put it bluntly, she is weak.

Ying Meng smiled bitterly, she really couldn't cheat during her training. Her speed, strong attack and explosive power are her advantages, but her shortcomings are also obvious. She is not good at defense, and her physical fitness is even worse. Once encountered, she is also fast and her defense is not weak.

Against an opponent, she has no advantage at all, and she can easily get entangled and fall into crisis.

If the other party wanted to kill her, she would be dead by now. He is just a genius of the same generation as Xian Qing. Who knows how many old monsters there are here.

Yingmeng's delicate face was pale and without any blood, and bloodshot threads were flowing down the corners of her lips like roses. Her eyes were a little erratic, and her consciousness sank again, and she appeared in the space woven by the unknown. The loud and shrill sound of the horn and

The sound of war drums rang in her ears, and the army swept and collided like an overwhelming force like the deep sea of ​​a black river.

Yes! That future, the future on the battlefield. Yingmeng sneered, smoke was everywhere, and the city was on fire. It was the result that the ghost training camp wanted. With her current strength, if she really embarked on this future, let alone facing the hidden world of the fairy world.

A strong man, let's just say against Shang Xianqing, how many moves can I do against him?

Ying Meng reluctantly tugged at her thin lips, still smiling, with a faint smile, and a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

In fact, her loss was not unreasonable. The opponent's talent was not necessarily worse than hers, and he had lived thousands of years longer than her, was not trapped by obsession, and practiced seriously... But so what?
Chapter completed!