Mei Yinxue saw the "Purple Scarf Bandits" surrounding them, and said calmly: "It seems that I have troubled you..."
"No, Miss Biao, we are the ones who got you in trouble..." Xi Muyu said sadly.
Mei Yinxue knew what Xi Muyu meant. This ambush was originally set up against them. The "Purple Turban Bandit" just missed the passenger car and surrounded her. But then again, if it wasn't for him, how could they show up, and how could they be in such a situation.
It is useless to think too much.
Before the enemy's masters show up, let's kill them first.
"Let's fight out—"
"Follow—"
The surrounding "Purple Turban Bandit" masters began to charge towards them roaringly, countless people jumped up and used lightness kung fu to kill everyone, the momentum was extremely frightening for a while.
The opponent didn't even care about the Ji family fighters in "Yunlan Castle" and rushed over blatantly.
Mei Yinxue's heart sank, she knew that the enemy must have other means to act recklessly, maybe her party is just a pawn, the purpose is to attract reinforcements from the fort, and then encircle and kill them in one fell swoop.
Damn Feng Yi.
Just looking at the current situation, he knew that the opponent's forces had completely penetrated into the valley through Feng Yi's means. It was only because Feng Yi did not have the strength to bring private soldiers into "Yunlan Fort" that the opponent ambushed himself here.
Using the siege and killing of the "Night Touring God" as bait, the ultimate goal is probably aimed at the "Yunlan Fortress".
Mei Yinxue held out her sword, the air around her was suddenly extremely cold, everyone shuddered, they all used their kung fu to resist, and said in their hearts, "Unexpectedly, Miss Biao's sword is so powerful, before the sword is drawn out, the cold air will let the masters of the day after tomorrow use their kung fu Resist, take the top spot without any moves...
This thought flashed through the minds of the eight "Night Touring Gods" like lightning. Moments later, the eight immediately gathered around Mei Yinxue, posing in a posture. They knew that these people were good at combining attacks. The formation obviously protected Mei Yinxue in the center.
There are only eight "Thirteen Night Touring Gods" here, and the remaining five followed Ji Dingshi's Ji family's main force to go out to defend against the enemy, but even the remaining eight were not weak players. Because it is enough for them to deal with most dangerous situations. Compared with their most outstanding skills such as light work, fighting skills are indeed not their strong point. They are better at assassination, concealment, and explosive attacks. These are their strengths , it is also that they have received the most training since the day they were trained, but in addition, they are also good at the technique of combined attacks, in order to have the confidence to leapfrog to win when assassinating more powerful people.
Eight people, eight long swords, all of which were poisoned, their throats sealed with blood, extremely destructive.
Mei Yinxue saw that the posture of the eight people clearly regarded herself as a weak person, she frowned slightly, and a gust of icy true energy was blown out from her body, when the cold true energy met the moisture in the air, it immediately formed a faint cold mist. The name "Night Tour God" breathed into ice in an instant, and a layer of hoarfrost hung between his brows.
Before Mei Yinxue's peerless skill could be shocked, Mei Yinxue swiped her single sword on the ground, everyone's feet trembled at the same time, and eight people fell from the roof into the room at the same time with a bang...
At the same time, thieves and bandits came from all around, and shadows of people came flying amidst loud shouts...
"Miss Biao—"
The eight "night wandering gods" who fell suddenly shouted in shock.
But in Mei Yinxue's world, the surroundings are peaceful at this moment, the enemies rushing up from all directions move slowly, and their ferocious faces are clearly visible. With a breath of ice and snow...
call-
This is the seventh breath...
Waving the long sword in her hand, her body turned lightly, as if being lifted up by a wisp of smoke, Mei Yinxue closed her eyes and raised her head, standing upright in the air, her alluring figure formed a beautiful curve, her body spun clockwise, with a sword in her hand, With a scabbard in one hand, like a fairy, with a graceful posture...
At this time, the "Purple Turban Bandits" had already jumped to the roof here, and in an instant, twenty or thirty people jumped into the air, brandishing their weapons and attacking Mei Yinxue...
And the eight "night wandering gods" just fell to the ground, and they wanted to get up again to rescue them, but it was too late. They looked at Mei Yinxue who was besieged from the hole in the roof with red eyes, and all of them were filled with sadness. Very sad.
Mei Yinxue exhaled again, the eighth breath...
Mei Yinxue opened her eyes suddenly, a gust of icy wind burst from in front of her, a sudden blizzard swept across the surroundings, a voice as proud and lonely as a goddess of ice and snow pierced through the blizzard in everyone's ears ringing—
Blizzard in all directions—
With a cold drink and a breath, the hurricane-like blizzard suddenly spread outward eight times, within a radius of 100 meters, a sheet of ice and snow, including 20 to 30 "Purple Turban Bandits" and bandits flying in the air. The fifty or sixty people on the ground, a total of nearly a hundred "Purple Turban Bandit" gangsters, were all frozen into snow-white ice sculptures—
And Mei Yinxue didn't finish her move—
After the wind and snow in all directions, it was—
sky!
land!
cold! —
Three cold shouts, three waves of breeze, sweeping the distance of 100 meters again...
The world seemed to be solidified at this moment, Mei Yin snowed and fell, and the sword returned to its sheath with a choking sound.
A moment of silence, and then—
bang bang bang...
There was a dull blasting sound, and within a distance of 100 meters, all the "Purple Scarf Bandit" bandits covered in snow and human-shaped ice sculptures turned into ice powder...
The breeze blows away the light clouds,
The moonlight is like jade, slanting down...
The ice powder reflects the moonlight, and within a hundred meters, the sky and the earth are crystal clear...
The light of death!
The "Purple Turban Thieves" group of thieves were horrified, and they all stood on the spot, hundreds of pairs of terrified eyes stared at the stunning beauty in white clothes like snow under the moonlight, like a goddess of ice and snow descending into the world, it made people feel a sense of worship !
A circle with a diameter of 100 meters, inside the circle is thick snow, icy cold; outside the circle is the land, warm into spring...
A line of separation is the difference between hell on earth.
A hundred meters away is still the world, within a hundred meters, the ice and snow hell...
The group of people who were still alive just now disappeared without a trace and turned into ice powder all over the sky. You must know that the group of people who died just now had the highest martial arts, the best lightness kung fu, and the fastest running among the "Purple Scarves" , a group of people with the most valiant character, they are the core of the middle class of the "Purple Turban Bandits", but they all died in the blink of an eye.
The remaining 400 or so "Purple Turban Bandits" stood outside the circle, not daring to step into the circle.
Holding a sword in her hand, Mei Yinxue stands proudly on the wall, blowing the breeze, stirring up the wind and snow in all directions, smiling proudly at the lonely cold, and the evils of the world change color.
Swordsmanship: wind and snow in all directions and cold in the world!
Beauty: Mei Yinxue!
What a move, the peerless swordsmanship that changes the color of the world—
What a beautiful woman who has changed the face of demons—
Looking around coldly, the group of evil spirits backed away in shock.
However, several people in the crowd went against the trend, which was in stark contrast to the people who were retreating...
"Boss, it's the bosses..."
The retreating crowd of "Purple Scarf Bandits" stopped in their tracks, and the aura of disappearance suddenly rose again, and they pressed towards Mei Yinxue on the roof together with those strange-looking people.
Those people are the leaders of the "Purple Turban Bandits"...
The little girl who was walking at the end of the group with a stiff face and a sluggish expression suddenly stood up, and the gangsters who followed behind the group suddenly retreated as if they had stepped on a switch, and distanced themselves from the girl with a look of disgust. The appearance of avoiding it.
The weird girl turned her head and said lightly: "Uh, stand far away, don't let people get close..."
"Yes Yes-"
Many "Purple Turban Bandits" responded hurriedly and fled outwards one after another.
This girl is not easy to provoke, the prestige of [Ming Luo Death Qi], even the demon disciples dare not approach easily.
Mei Yinxue looked coldly at the people approaching, and asked the "Night Touring God" who flew up again: "They are masters, do you have any information about them?"
Xi Muyu took half a step forward, and said softly: "It's the leader of the 'Purple Scarf Bandit'. There were originally thirteen people, but four died. There are still eight people here, and one of them is missing. They are all masters of the day after tomorrow. Members of Baidan Eight Magic Star Generals. Absolute masters, especially magic skills, all of them are extraordinary, extremely weird... Uh, Miss Biao, be careful... "
After Xi Muyu finished speaking, he backed away. At this moment, he was not worried about Mei Yinxue's safety at all, because at his level, it was already impossible to protect the other party. On the contrary, he and his party were the other party's burden. Unexpectedly, after more than ten years of absence, Miss Biao, who was soft and weak at the beginning, has turned into such a powerful master, and has become an object of admiration.
Hearing that the other party was a master of magic sect, Mei Yinxue finally had a gleam of light in her cold eyes.
It's time to give it a go.
After adjusting his breath a little bit, he was a little bit excited. The sword just now, even though it was a bit reluctant, still received a miraculous effect. The enemy's ordinary masters did not dare to strike easily, and the enemy's masters finally showed up...
Those ordinary gangsters, no matter how much they kill, they don't feel bad for the Demon Sect. Only these masters of the Demon Sect can kill one less, especially the top-ranked masters.
The other eight people stood in a row on the opposite roof.
A scruffy swordsman spoke first, and said in a tone of great interest, "Young lady is good at swordsmanship. I'm the 'diying star' Huang Diying. I'd like to teach you how to do it—"
After speaking, he held the hilt of the sword in his hand and was about to draw his sword and move forward.
"Old Ten!" With a loud shout, stopping the opponent's attack, a middle-aged man with a long beard and a purple robe covering his body, with a somewhat heroic appearance, stepped forward and said slowly: "Old Ten!" , you are not her opponent, don't act rashly..."
"Big brother—" Huang Diying said anxiously. Although he was a member of the Demon Sect, as a swordsman, he would still be happy to meet Lie Xinxi when he saw such a master of swordsmanship.
Deng Tiangang stared back, with a stern look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be presumptuous—" Then, in a voice that only the other party could hear, he said softly: "Don't mess around, have you forgotten Jidu Tianjun's plan? Haunt them and force the masters of 'Yunlan Castle' to come out to rescue, one comes out, and one is left... There are only a few masters in 'Yunlan Castle', a few die, and the rest of the dragons have no leader, 'Yunlan Castle' will collapse without attack …”
Huang Diying's heart trembled, she nodded slightly, turned around and retreated to the team.