Chapter 214 Soul-locking Immortal, Soul-locking Whip

While walking on the path leading from the main street of Haicheng to Cangming Villa, the number of people gradually became sparse, and the number of shrubs and woods began to increase.

Until we reach half the distance from the main street to Cangming Villa.

Feng Qing felt the murderous intent behind her getting closer and closer, and gradually no longer concealed her murderous intent. She stopped and turned around silently.

"Stinky girl, what, are you scared?"

Ling Xiaofeng walked into Fengqing, and Ling Zhongjie on the side was holding a spiritual weapon shining with gray light, a nine-section whip.

He looked at Feng Qing expressionlessly.

There was pity for the young life that was about to pass away and contempt for the weak in his eyes.

"Second Prince, senior, have you followed me for so long just to say this?" Feng Qing smiled, without any fear: "Then if I finish speaking, I will leave."

As he said this, Fengqing turned around and prepared to leave.

Ling Xiaofeng and Ling Zhongjie immediately turned into two afterimages and blocked Feng Qing.

"Damn girl! Do you think you still have life to leave? Today, I will let you enjoy the feeling of being skinned and cramped!"

Saying this, Ling Xiaofeng waved his hand fiercely, and Ling Zhongjie took a step forward, pressing all the pressure of the spirit fairy realm on Feng Qing.

"Girl, I warned you that you have to leave a way out for yourself, but it's a pity that you didn't listen. Don't forget this sentence again in your next life."

They are both spiritual beings. The pressure of high-level spiritual beings on low-level spiritual beings exists, but it is not so great that it affects Fengqing's spiritual power flow rate. After all, Fengqing's spiritual consciousness is powerful, which can completely make up for her lack of spiritual power.

The gap between high-level spiritual beings in consciousness.

And this Ling Zhongjie in front of him is a spiritual practitioner without spiritual consciousness!

"Ha." Feng Qing smiled lightly: "Senior, let me tell you something. The wind is strong, so be careful what you say, otherwise your tongue will flash."

Before Feng Qing's words could be dissipated and the smile on her face had just spread, the spiritual power in her body suddenly exploded and turned directly into several afterimages in yellow clothes. She held the Shattering Flame Sword in her hand and pointed straight at Ling Zhongjie's neck.

Stab it down.

If she wants to defeat the weak with the strong, she can only win quickly and by surprise!

Although the number of paths is not very impressive, the life and death battle itself is not that particular!

In the field, although Fengqing seemed to be one-on-one, Fengqing knew in her heart that Ling Xiaofeng had not recovered from her internal injuries and was not worth taking seriously. The only person she had to face was Ling Zhongjie!

Ling Zhongjie didn't expect that Feng Qing, who seemed to have only the strength of a first-level spiritual master, not only remained unfazed under the pressure of his realm, but also dared to take the lead. Immediately, a strange color flashed across his face, and he hurriedly dodged, leaving a trail of blood behind his back.

The hair was cut open by Feng Qing's sword while he was dodging.

Broken hair falls.

The expressions of Ling Zhongjie and Ling Xiaofeng changed.

Obviously, they did not expect that Feng Qing, a first-level spiritual immortal, could actually get close to Ling Zhongjie and even hurt his hair!

The three people in the field did not notice that on a hill not far away, at some point, a blue-haired man was standing, watching the fight with stern eyes.

"Young City Master, do we want to intervene? It must be unusual for this girl to be sent off by Feng Chenzhi, the master of Yaowang Pavilion, in person. Do we need our people to go up and control her?"

The guard beside the blue-haired boy turned out to be the man who had been squatting in the teahouse in front of Yaowang Pavilion for a long time.

"No need. Let's take a look first."

"Young City Master, the person you are looking for is this person. Why can't you see anything special about her?" It was worthy of the Young City Master to specially send people in batches to keep an eye on Yaowang Pavilion for 12 hours.

Shui Qianye's pupils were dark blue that looked like black, and were extremely deep. He was frowning slightly at this time, and his eyes were fixed on Feng Qing in the field.

The person who Feng Chenzhi can treat with such care should be the person from the Yaowang Valley mentioned by his grandfather.

But, why couldn't he sense that there was anything special about this ordinary little girl, who was even pitifully weak in her realm?

How can such a person represent Yaowang Valley and the will of the Venerable Shennong?

Shui Qianye frowned slightly.

How can he make him regard her as his opponent?

However, Feng Qing and Ling Zhongjie at the scene did not notice anything strange.

Ling Zhongjie, who had a strand of hair cut off by Feng Qing, suddenly felt the humiliation of being injured by an ant or an elephant, and shouted: "Shameless boy, I will educate you today!" The nine-section whip in his hand was

He threw it out and whipped it straight towards Feng Qing.

Feng Qing hated whip weapons the most in his life, so he had long been wary of them. With Ruying Jue, he increased his speed to the top and turned into an afterimage to easily dodge the whip.

However, even though Fengqing was not even touched by the nine-section whip, she felt that her consciousness was affected and she started to tremble slightly.

Feng Qing, whose consciousness had been injured and had not yet fully recovered, frowned, feeling the discomfort in her consciousness. When she raised her eyes, she saw the nine-section whip flickering with gray brilliance and swung it towards her again.

Fengqing blocked it with the Shattering Flame Sword. Unexpectedly, as soon as the Shattering Flame Sword came into contact with the nine-section whip, it shattered into pieces. It hit Fengqing's shoulder at once, leaving a bloody mark on Fengqing's left shoulder, and at the same time, Fengqing's face was wiped out.

The consciousness surged even more.

Feng Qing backed away, took out the soul-reviving fruit wine and took a sip. She barely suppressed the discomfort that shook her consciousness, and looked at the nine-section whip in Ling Zhongjie's hand warily.

This whip is full of ghosts!

"You girl are alert, yes. The spiritual weapon in my hand is a top-grade immortal weapon, the Soul-locking Nine-Section Whip, and I was awarded the title of Soul-locking Immortal because of it. Today, if you can kill me, it will be considered yours.

pleasure!"

It's an honor for you to be tall.

Feng Qing stared at the gray brilliance on the nine-section whip, and knew that the reason for the shock to her consciousness was the gray brilliance on the nine-section whip, and she began to care about it in her heart.

Sure enough, it is interesting when strong men fight!

Thinking of this, Feng Qing's fighting spirit erupted, and he quickly threw a spirit-reviving pill into his mouth, ready to use the Feng Ling Sword and the Five Elements Phantom Wings.

Unexpectedly, before Feng Qing took action, where Feng Qing, Ling Xiaofeng, and Ling Zhongjie were standing, the area with a radius of about 500 meters centered on them suddenly began to fluctuate in chaotic spiritual distance.

Then the trees, earth, rocks, and weeds all began to move irregularly.

At the same time, in the main courtyard of Cangming Villa, Qin Mufeng, who was holding an ice-colored chalcedony about twice the size of a pigeon egg in one hand and looking at it carefully, suddenly raised his head and looked in a certain direction, with a flash of deep thought in his eyes.

color.

Who is driving the formation?

It's still a sixth-grade mountain forest illusion formation.

Feng Qing turned around and found that Ling Zhongjie was getting further and further away from her. Ling Zhongjie was also looking at the scene in front of him and shouted loudly.

"Who is it! How come Xiao Xiao dares to pretend to be a fool in front of me! Come out of here!"

"Come out! Who dares to interfere with this prince's affairs! Remove the spiritual formation quickly! Otherwise, this prince will definitely cut you into pieces in the future!"

The three people present could all tell that the sudden change in the surrounding environment was because someone had set up a spiritual formation.

Feng Qing didn't know whether the person setting up the spiritual formation was an enemy or a friend. He frowned, holding the Feng Ling Sword in his hand, and looked at the surrounding environment warily.

On the top of the mountain, Shui Qianye opened his eyes slightly when he saw the Feng Ling sword taken out by Feng Qing.

"Feng Ling Sword!"

It’s her indeed! It’s her for sure!

Shui Qianye knows about Feng Ling Sword.

This is the only phoenix tail feather in the world, and it is the weapon used by Master Shennong thousands of years ago!

The person who can get the Feng Ling Sword is not only from the Yaowang Valley, but also must have an extremely close relationship with Venerable Shennong!

She is his opponent!

"Young City Lord, what did you say? What sword?"

"It's okay." Shui Qianye took a deep look at the pale yellow figure and made a decision in his heart: "Let's go, let's go back."

"But Young City Master, isn't she the person we are looking for? We really don't need her."

"No need, I make my own decision."

Shui Qianye turned around and left, and the guard could only follow him obediently.

Shui Qianye's appearance and departure did not alarm anyone at all, and Feng Qing and others were not even aware of it.

In the field, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared. As the voices of Ling Xiaofeng and the two fell, a tall figure in light blue suddenly appeared beside Feng Qing out of thin air. He stretched out his hand to grab Feng Qing's arm.

Feng Qing was startled and quickly backed away, pointing at the light blue figure with the Feng Ling sword.

The light blue figure's face flashed with anxiety and worry, but it was not because he was being pointed at by the sword, but because he saw Feng Qing retreating and stepped directly on a certain formation hole, and was about to be sucked into the phantom formation.

Quickly, with seals flying in his hands, the man arrived in front of Feng Qing, grabbed Feng Qing's arm, and pulled Feng Qing out of the spiritual formation.

Feng Qing only felt that the scene in front of her had changed. The surrounding scene had changed from chaos to normal. Then she raised her eyes and looked at the person holding her hand.

"Mr. Song?"

Feng Qing obviously did not expect to meet Song Shi like this, nor did he expect that Song Shi would set up an array in this place.

"Miss Aqing, how are you injured? It's all my fault that I wasted my time and you were injured."

No, what does it have to do with him if she gets hurt?
To be continued...