He Xi looked at Qishan coldly. If he was just a Spirit Severing Stage cultivator, she was confident that she could use the geographical advantages of Fenglong Territory to grind him to death here.
But, I’m afraid...
Qishan saw Hexi holding the sword and couldn't help laughing: "Little girl, even if you are really talented, you are only in the Jindan stage. You want to fight against me, a cultivator in the Fen Shen stage. Do you think you have a chance of winning?"
He Xi waved her hand lightly, and Zhou Yanan and the others were sent into the safe ice and snow realm. In the entire Qingmu realm, only she and Xiaolong were left.
The Lishui Sword made a buzzing sound, and Hexi's spiritual consciousness also touched the Fengyu Tianyi in the space.
At this moment, a man's gentle and teasing laughter suddenly rang out in the air, "Qishan, your ability is really getting worse and worse. You haven't even conquered a little girl in the Golden Core Stage yet."
He Xi's expression suddenly changed, and the buzzing Lishui Sword became silent again.
She looked not far away and saw a slim woman with a veil and a tall young man wearing a white mask walking in the air, looking indescribably relaxed.
Almost at a glance, He Xi determined the cultivation level of the person who came, which was at the peak of the Spirit Severing Stage and the initial stage of the Void Stage.
Following behind these two people were a dozen high-level warriors in the Nascent Soul stage, wearing white and green clothes respectively.
The people who came were Lou Wushuang and Yin Hu who finally arrived at Fenglong Territory, as well as the Lou family and Qingteng clan members who followed them.
When Qishan saw Silver Fox, he immediately bowed and saluted, "Sir, it's my fault for not doing my job well!"
The silver fox just smiled without saying anything. His burning gaze fell on He Xi. The surprise in his eyes flashed away, and then turned into burning greed and desire.
The origin of wood, that is the origin of wood that countless monks in Siam have pursued for thousands or even tens of thousands of years! Soon, it will become the origin of their Qingteng clan!
Lou Wushuang's face twisted behind the veil, and as she looked at He Xi's stunningly beautiful face, the hatred and resentment in her eyes burned like flames. She wished she could rush over right now and use the most vicious poison to completely destroy that face.
At the foot of Cangshan Mountain, in the bloody Qingmu Realm, the cold wind was howling, but there was only the lonely figure of a young girl standing alone.
Surrounded by enemies on all sides, yet isolated and helpless.
He Xi's heart sank little by little. This was a battle with no possibility of winning. She seemed to see the abyss of despair.
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Yanjing City.
There are broken walls and ruins everywhere, houses have been razed to the ground, and the bluestone ground is full of huge cracks.
That night, anyone in Yanjing City who accidentally passed by this place would be crushed into powder by the aftermath of the battle, and not even a bone would be left.
The rumbling sound of thunder, the crackling sound of billowing flames, and the deafening roar of dragons filled the silent night sky.
The entangled figures in the air suddenly separated, and Nangong Yu's body slammed into a house like a cannonball, causing the house to collapse instantly, with dust flying everywhere.
Lou Yunhai landed on the ground, looking at the figure buried under rubble and bricks, gasping for breath, his expression frightened and complicated.
He didn't expect Nangong Yu to be so powerful.
It was so amazing that he, a cultivator at the peak of the Kongming stage, was forced into such a situation by a young boy like him.
He heard that Nangong Yu was only 21 years old this year, 21 years old! Not even a fraction of his age, with such talent and aptitude, if he was given a little more time to grow up, what kind of formidable rival would he be? (To be continued)