Although Tian Ling'er was the first to rush out, Lin Jingyu shouted softly, then came first, waved his hand like a knife, breaking through the wind, and the dark green sword light suddenly flourished, and the sound of a sharp roar from the air rose from the ground.

The flying sword in the air was also a rare sword. The blade was two feet long and the hilt was made of jade but not jade. The most peculiar part was as transparent as ice. You could see the yellow silk on the bottom of the wooden box through the eyes. The blade itself was one foot shorter than an ordinary sword weapon, and it was as crystal clear as autumn water. It could be seen clearly from the sword spine, especially on the sword spine, from the hilt to the tip of the sword, a straight green mark stretched across it.

When Wan Jian saw the sword, his eyes were soft and he actually felt a little affectionate.

This sword is Mo Xue, who is as famous as Tianya. At that time, Wan Jian was full of energy and fell in love with Su Ru. He snatched the sword from the masters of the Demon Sect and gave it to the beauty.

Unfortunately, King Xiang was interested and the goddess was unintentional, but Su Ru was deeply in love with Tian Buyi, so Wan Jianyi had to withdraw in disgrace. Then she fell in love with Shui Yue, the first one of Xiaozhu Peak, and that was another story.

When Wan Jian saw this sword, he was afraid that he would be more of a young man who was arrogant and wild, thinking that there was nothing difficult in the world.

Zhang Xiaofan came from behind, and Qin Mu gave him a strange treasure. In addition, Tian Ling'er also regarded his exquisite sword as his life and took it out to play with it from time to time. His peers had good treasures. Lin Jingyu saw it. Although he didn't say it, he felt a sense of arrogance and was not very comfortable in his heart. Unfortunately, he couldn't play with Tian Ling'er on weekdays, so he didn't communicate much with Qin Mu, and later he couldn't stand it.

It was Su Ru's loving mother who cared about Dazhu Peak's disciples and noticed the awkwardness in his heart. After discussing with Tian Buyi, she launched Mo Xue, which had been sealed for a hundred years, and gave it to Lin Jingyu.

After all, Lin Jingyu is already a rare genius. Zhang Xiaofan’s practice is not entirely the Qingyun lineage’s martial arts. Tian Ling'er’s mind is beating out of mind. It is hard to say that Lin Jingyu will still have to carry the inheritance of Dazhu Peak in the future.

Mo Xue really lived up to its name as the immortal sword. With a sword passing by, it was ten feet away. After the green light flashed, only a few words of fish man's corpse were left on the ground.

The leader of the fishman was even more furious when he saw this scene.

The fishman is one of the most famous alien races in the 100,000 mountains. He is born with the ability to control water, has a tall body, extraordinary strength, and is even more aggressive in nature.

This time, the two began to fight each other in close combat.

There are already many fishmans, and there are several elder-level figures with profound magic on the field. For a while, Qingyun disciples who have no combat experience were all a little busy.

Tian Ling'er is usually the most favored by everyone. At this time, she was caught off guard and was surrounded by several tall and strong fishmen, with an evil light on her eyes.

After all, Tian Ling'er was ignorant of the world and suddenly panicked. If Linglong's sword had not been extremely sharp and Amber and Zhu Ling were ingenious and mysterious, protecting her body, she would probably have had seven or eight wounds on her body.

Even so, Tian Ling'er had already had a misty mist in her eyes, and she seemed to be extremely aggrieved. She turned her head and looked at Qin Mu's direction, but found that Qin Mu seemed to have not seen her danger, and sat aside and chatted with Wan Jianyi.

Somehow, a boundless aggrievance suddenly surged in her heart. The Linglong Flying Sword was shining brightly, and it was more than three times brighter than usual. For a moment, the anger in Tian Ling'er's heart gushed out through the crystal flying sword.

The sword light is like fire, and the beauty is like jade.

She was so happy that the fishman beside her was in trouble. They didn't expect that this little girl who looked so delicate and tender.

Qin Mu looked at Tian Ling'er's back and smiled slightly. Then he heard Wan Jianyi sighing, "This generation of disciples is no worse than us back then. If you polish it, you can take it out and stand alone."

Indeed, many of the generations have very good talents, and the treasures in their hands are even better than those in one. If they can experience them, they will be a great talent in the future.

Qin Mu did not answer his words, but instead glanced at the moonlight in the sky and asked, "Are you going? Or is me?"

Wan Jian shook the dragon-slaying sword under him, as if he was asking for a fight. He reached out and stroked the scabbard and said jokingly: "Your Junior Brother Lao should take action. After all, I, a dead person, suddenly appearing in the world, may scare many people."

In any case, this trip was focused on keeping confidentiality. Wan Jian was too famous in his early years. If someone knew that he appeared in southern Xinjiang, he would not know how much storm would cause. Unlike Qin Mu, few people knew about it.

When Qin Mu heard this, he did not hesitate. He raised his foot and reached the mountainside and looked into the distance.

A crescent moon hangs alone in the sky.

The night sky suddenly darkened, and a cloud of gray was sweeping over.

The gray cloud came so quickly. In a blink of an eye, it flew to the front of me, and its power became stronger and stronger. I saw the sound of a wind in the air rotating rapidly, and gradually turned into a tornado of several meters in diameter, mixed with sharp sounds. With a "whip", it rushed down from the night sky, and was trying to go straight to the battle group between the Qingyun disciples and the fishman.

Looking at the gray cloud, the fishmen who were gradually losing their support were all excited and cheered up Yu Yong.

Qin Mu narrowed his eyes and looked at the fierce gray cloud. His wide sleeves spread out, and it turned into the sky like a cover of the sky.

The gray cloud avoided it, and with a muffled groan, an old man in gray appeared.

His face was a little gloomy, he looked at Qin Mu, and said in confusion: "I wonder which master is in front of me?"

Qin Mu stared at him for a long time and asked, "Shangguan Ce?" but his tone was very confident.

Shangguan Ce of the Fenxiang Valley is the second-known figure in this generation of valleys. His relationship with the valley master Yun Yilan is like Wan Jianyi and Daoxuan back then. His Taoist movement is unfathomable. In a secret fierce battle with the barbarians in the southern border a hundred years ago, Shangguan Ce showed his power and shocked the barbarians. Since then, his reputation has spread far into the 63 alien races of the Southern Barbarians.

It is precisely because of this that although he did not interfere in the transaction between Fenxiang Valley and the alien race, he was vaguely concerned about all the decisions, and he also knew about them.

Although Qin Mu and his group were hidden, the Burning Incense Valley dominated the southern border for a hundred years, and the potential power was unimaginable. Shangguan Ce received the news in just two days.

Qin Mu looked at the old man who was not astonishingly beautiful, but he remembered the southern Xinjiang people who had been murdered by those alien races along the way.

This alien power is actually not worth mentioning for Fenxiang Valley. Being able to survive until now is just to raise the enemy and respect himself.

The right hand that was behind him slowly stretched out, and Qin Mu said quietly: "If you can take my punch, you will be fine today. If you can't, leave your life."

The iron fist spreads across the sky, and the murderous aura soars into the sky.
Chapter completed!