In the autumn rain falling down the sky, many bright red feathers were wet by the rain and fell into pieces. After falling to the ground, the blood feathers were spiritually immortal. The surrounding rain was hissing and steamed into white steam. Then the blood feathers gradually lost their temperature while the autumn rain was washed away.

The spiritual energy was shaken between heaven and earth, and the rain in the city was shook into pieces under the rinsing of sword energy and demon energy, fluttering in the autumn wind, turning into fog on the sky.

The sound of bird hiss and swords sounded constantly in the fog, and followed by the sound of gold and stone-like sounds that collided with the two.

Xueyu Jun was forced from the sky above the imperial city to Qifeng Lake by this sharp sword energy.

At the sky above Qifeng Lake, at this moment, countless extremely thin sword energy cut through the mist, like a white rainbow hanging in the sky, tangled and intertwined into snow-white lotus. From the position of the flower stamen, a little cold light lit up, and the woman in snow-white clothes turned into a sword light and broke through the air. At the same time, the lotus woven by the sword energy above the lake instantly broke, turning into stars and gathering towards the center, and attached to the woman like light particles.

That scene is like thousands of streams flowing into rivers, and finally it gathers into an unstoppable torrent.

Xueyu Jun complained. Before the sword condensed, it was fixed by the sword lock. Finally, it was broken by the sword lock with the Great Technique of Blood Sea Transformation. The sword condensed by the broken sword lotus was already shining brightly in front of him.

It could not find any chance to breathe, so it could only flap its wings and bring out violent wind and waves, covering its body and escaping from the lake, away from the arrogant Taoist sword. At the same time, it also had thousands of feather-shaped sword shadows, like groups of red moths pounced towards the torrent of sword energy, blocking it from moving forward.

However, these red moths were crushed for a moment. Xue Yujun quickly fled against the lake surface, and the sword light also followed the lake surface.

Wherever they passed, the water waves of the lake were rolling several feet high, like a wall of water that was built high in the lake and collapsed rapidly as they left.

Blood Feather Lord's eyes were red, and the extremely sharp sword energy had almost hit his back and began to curl its feathers as hard as steel.

"Damn it, when did the nymph of Yujian Tianzong become so powerful..."

The moment the sword energy was about to catch up, it could no longer bear it, and its wings slapped the water surface suddenly, and a water curtain rose high from the distance between them.

When the sword energy pierced through the water curtain, the Blood Feather Lord had already turned around. Its eyes were like torches, staring at the sword that pierced the water curtain. In the moment of life and death, its iron hook-like claws poked out with blood-colored fireworks and penetrated into the white light.

The unyielding sword energy finally had a clear pause at this moment.

Where they were stranding, the waves under their feet exploded with a terrifying sound. The water surface below had collapsed into a very deep pit. A large amount of lake water was poured into all directions but could not fill it.

The torrent of the sword energy gradually faded. In the sharp sword light, a sharp long sword began from the tip of the sword and finally slowly revealed its entire face.

The tip of the sword is only a few inches away from Xueyujun's chest, and Xueyujun also accurately clamped the sword body with his sharp claws, making it difficult for him to make it easier.

Even so, the sword's outbreak has not stopped, and the huge impact force is still slashing backwards quickly with Xueyu Jun. Xueyu Jun also kept waving his wings, raising a strong wind, and using this huge resistance to resist the advancement of the sword.

Xueyu Jun's retreating figure gradually slowed down, which meant that the indomitable sword was finally about to end.

The Blood Feather Lord, who had only lasted for one breath, finally got a chance to breathe. He suddenly opened his beak and instantly incorporated the air around him into his body.

A sound of the lake is roaring.

The figures of the two finally stopped at some point, and stood still on the lake with a strange balance.

The rage around them gradually subsided after their bodies stagnated.

Xue Yujun flapped his wings with some exhaustion, and looked at the tip of the sword that was already pressed against his chest but failed to penetrate, and a difficult smile appeared in his eyes.

The sword energy was like the snow foam that was steamed by the storm of the storm, gradually dissipating in the wind and waves. The figure holding the sword stopped for the first time and clearly appeared on the water.

The woman stood with a sword, her sword dress was as snowy as she was, her slender waist tied with a black belt, and her silver ringed jade pendant on her waist, and her fine red tassels hang down from her vagina and whispered in the wind.

And the jade crown and silver hairpin were not messy at all, and the black hair was fluttering softly behind it.

On her face, she was covered with a pure white mask, and she could only see the infinite chill and murderous aura in her autumn-like eyes.

Xue Yujun met those eyes, and at some point, it felt like the illusion that this woman was a cold and ruthless sword.

"Half-step Ziting?" Xue Yujun was shocked.

The peak of the long-lived realm is the half-step Ziting.

In this state, wherever Nanzhou is, there are all immortals who can establish mountains and sects. If you don’t practice well outside the world, why are you asking me for trouble?

Xue Yujun lamented in his heart, thinking that the other party wanted to treat himself as an opportunity to completely enter the first floor of the Ziting Realm, right?

The woman looked at it indifferently. She leaned slightly, pressed the hilt of the sword with her right hand, and was still marching with the monster. The lake wind accompanied by the backward demonic force blew her sword skirt close to her body and danced backwards, making a sound. The curve that should have been as graceful as the undulating mountains also had a sharp and killing moment.

"Speak out the person who directs you and spare you from death."

The woman finally spoke, and the voice was clear and cold, without any impurities, and it was like a clear jade sword washed away by dust.

Xue Yu Jun laughed dryly and said righteously: "I am the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who can send me the one who is in this little Nanzhou? You little girl, don't rely on your ability to overestimate me, and then you think about trampling on my dignity!"

The woman looked at it and said lightly: "You have a restriction in your body, otherwise it would be difficult for me to hurt you like this with this sword. Who is this restriction under? Who are you obeying the order?"

The Blood Feather Lord naturally would not miss this rare opportunity to breathe. While regulating his breathing, he spoke:

"Ha, I think you want to thank the person who is under the ban. If you don't have this ban, you, a little girl who is still not dry, will you be my opponent? At this moment, I am afraid that I have been driven away all the way and fled in a panic, so how dare you talk to this Tianjun so arrogantly?"

The woman was not angry, but just asked indifferently: "Don't you say it?"

Xueyu Jun laughed wildly and said, "You abandoned the sword, knelt down and kowtowed three times to beg me, and I will consider talking to you."

As the blood feathers laughed wildly, the blood feathers suddenly flapped their wings, and countless red illusory sword feathers swept away like waves. And its hand holding the sword body twisted suddenly, trying to capture the sword.

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly, and the sword was in stalemate with the Blood Feather Lord, and it was difficult to pull it back for a while. She abandoned the sword and swept backwards.

Xue Yujun laughed and said, "The little lady of the Yujian Sect is so obedient. She will abandon the sword if she says she will. When will she kowtow three times? I might as well kneel with you and worship the world together..."

Xue Yujun, who thought he had taken advantage of the sneak attack, suddenly smiled.

He was shocked to find that although the woman's figure flew backward, she picked up a magic trick in her chest with her fingers. The sword feathers he shot were assimilated by her side, and she had assimilated into a vast white sword energy. The sword energy gathered into a tide. As soon as she moved her fingers, she turned to the forefront and rushed towards her.

"Sword Spirits are the same? How could there be such a person in Nanzhou?"

This thought flashed by, and it had no time to think, abandoned its sword and fled.

It counted the time. Although it was still a little far from His Highness’s agreement, it really did not dare to continue taking risks and just wanted to escape with all its might.

He firmly believed that if he was determined to escape, no matter how high a woman's sword skills were, she would not be able to surpass her.

It’s a pity that the witch master has not appeared yet, so his highness will probably be difficult to complete what he told him.

This thought just arises, and the next moment, changes regenerate.

An ancient staff fell from the sky and stretched across the front of him like a large pillar, blocking the way.

In front of me, an old man with a withered and white hair stood on the lake waves with a roll in one hand and a stick in the other. The lake water under his feet was boiling.

His eyes were as turbid as a dead fish staring at the giant bird that was escaping, solemn and slaughtering, and he endured decades of anger.

Decades ago, if this demon bird hadn't caused the imperial city to turmoil, his great way would have gone further. In order to maintain stability in his own source of Tao, he had to protect the peace of the city and fight with this demon bird with all his might.

He was too seriously injured in that battle, directly endangering the foundation of the Great Way. The road of cultivation that should have been soaring has become extremely rugged. Now that he is over the age of gray hair, he can feel death approaching.

And the road is endless, and death is his only ending.

The root of all this is this Blood Feather Lord.

How could he be willing?

"A bad beast!"

The old man shouted angrily, smashed the wooden stick in the air, and smashed it down at the head of Xueyujun.

The sword fairy woman who was chasing her back stopped instead. She stared at the ancient book in the old man's hand and narrowed her eyes.

The Blood Feather Lord was not afraid, and a rare ruthlessness burst out in his pupils.

When I was young, the witch master in the prime of life could only hurt it by conspiracy. Now, although I have a restriction and are seriously injured, you are old...

The fire and blood illuminated the lake and illuminated the raindrops. The Blood Feather Lord roared loudly and rushed forward.

The witch master remained firm. He inherited the fortune of a city, and what he represented was this ancient majestic city.

When the two collided, the Blood Feather Lord screamed tragically, the red feathers all over his body trembled, and the flesh and blood on his chest were blurred.

The old man was also shaking, but the imperial city by the lake was like the earth moving at this moment, and many unstable houses had begun to collapse.

Xue Yujun stared at him with bloodthirsty pupils: "You have become weaker. If you don't hold this immortal scroll, your sternum will be completely broken just now."

The witch master looked at it coldly, and he couldn't talk nonsense. He looked at the woman with a masked sword standing behind the lake and shouted: "What are you waiting for?"

The woman said, "This book will be taken back to the mountain gate, and I will kill it for you at this moment."

The witch master looked sarcastic: "You famous immortal sect is also doing this thing to take advantage of others' danger?"

The woman said, "I know that this immortal scroll is the real carrier of the fortune of the imperial city. Our immortal sect will protect it well and can ensure peace in Zhao State."

"The State of Zhao is prosperous or decline, but it is only in my hands."

The witch master sneered, and the ancient scroll in his hand tightened. He did not look at the woman again, turned the scroll to a certain page, and recited an extremely obscure spell.

Xue Yujun felt like there was a thunder sound in his ears. He was also furious, but he did not advance. The next moment, the lake water under his foot began to sink. It only felt that something invisible, extremely heavy was pressing on his back, and he wanted to knock it down to the bottom of the lake.

That is the power of a city.

The woman looked at the red-feathered demon bird who was struggling to resist and sighed silently. The sword in her hand gently passed by, drawing clear ripples on the ups and downs of the lake.

The light sword had a murderous intent as heavy as a tremendous pound.

After all, she is responsible for killing monsters in this trip. She will draw a sword regardless of whether the witch master agrees to her conditions or not.

At that moment, Xue Yujun really felt cold all over.

How can it avoid this sword when a city is pressed down?

At this moment, the bell rang in the imperial city.

It was the noon clock.

Xueyu Jun’s mind was moving violently. This bell was the time it agreed with His Highness, just drag it to this moment!
To be continued...