The spiritual skill that Yu Ling used was not the Crimson Kill, nor the Dark Demonic Light, but the "Shenshan Shi" that he had newly learned during this period. It was very suitable for the powerful and heavy sword-type spiritual weapons, although it was only a high-grade Tongxuan.

level, but the attack power is already comparable to

The semi-domain spiritual skill was fully unleashed at this moment with his cultivation in the late stage of Tongxuan. The bright yellow divine light blasted into the snow and instantly exploded thousands of snow foams. If it were an ordinary Xuanzun master who faced him head-on, I'm afraid

Even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured.

Of course, the three of them would not be bored with the snow on the ground. They took action this time just to seize the opportunity, because the few cultivators hidden under the snow obviously had bad intentions.

These people were originally lying in ambush here to attack passers-by, but unexpectedly they were noticed by Yu Ling and the others in advance. At this moment, they were caught off guard and jumped out of the snow in embarrassment. The first time they met, they were seriously injured.

"Retreat!" The six hidden cultivators looked at each other, and they already felt that none of the three people in front of them were easy to mess with. They were much stronger than the several waves of minor cultivators they encountered before, and it was better to call them tightly.

Yu Ling's eyes fell on a middle-aged man among the six people, and it was precisely fixed on the purple-gold arc-shaped sword in the man's hand. He clearly remembered that this was the beloved sword of an academy disciple in the early stage of Tongxuan.

If there is a high-grade Xuan level, then

The disciple has a cheerful temperament, but he is a bit vain. His favorite thing is to show off to his friends with a sword on his waist. However, when he saw Yu Ling, he hid the sword in embarrassment, for fear of embarrassing himself in front of his junior disciples.

noodle.

Now, this knife is in the hands of a complete stranger.

There was a slight coldness in Yu Ling's eyes, and she looked at each other with Zi Chenruo, and then she took out the guqin with tacit understanding, and the song "Ambush from Flying Daggers" reappeared, the clank was sharp, and the strings were solemn to the bone.

But listening to the ears of those six people, they could not hear the beauty of the music at all. Only the boundless demonic sound turned into murderous aura and penetrated, making their soul sea full of holes in an instant. Except for the two Tongxuan

The peak cultivator could still barely stumble away, but the other four were already wailing in pain and starting to roll on the ground.

Without Fang Zijin taking action, Yu Ling flicked her fingers, and six beams of dark magic light flashed away, floating like fireflies, each sliding on an unpredictable trajectory. After a few pops, the eyebrows of these six people were all blurred.

There was an extra blood hole, and even the two fastest Tongxuan peak cultivators were no exception.

Seeing the six corpses lying in the ice and snow, Yu Ling did not step forward in a hurry, but said softly: "It has only been less than an hour, and someone is already dead."

Only then did Fang Zijin understand why Yu Ling had to kill all the six people. Hearing this, he couldn't help but be silent for a while, and also said softly: "Since you choose to come here, people will always die. I just hope

A few months later, we can still see at least one-third of our junior brothers and sisters."

Yu Ling stepped forward and collected the six people's spiritual rings and weapons. Without waiting for him to distribute them, Zichenruo said, "Let's put them all with you first. Just distribute them uniformly every once in a while."

Yu Ling didn't pretend to be pretentious, anyway, he didn't like these things very much, and Zi Chenruo probably didn't care even more.

Because of such a commotion, the three of them could not help but remain silent for the rest of the journey. Even Senior Brother Fang stopped teasing him. However, in this state, the journey was much faster. When the sky was slightly dark, a few people rushed

After five hundred miles, we saw the outline of a small town in the distance.

When entering the town, Yu Ling clearly noticed that some people were following them secretly, and at least dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at them intentionally or unintentionally, obviously secretly weighing the worth of Yu Ling and the others.

It seems that this settlement is not a kind place.

As soon as this thought crossed Yu Ling's mind, a scream of pain came from in front of her, mixed with the cry of a little girl.

The three of them turned around and took a closer look, but they saw that several burly men had forcibly kidnapped a slim and delicate woman, and a little girl was crying and calling for her mother.

Passers-by were walking around, completely turning a blind eye to this, as if they were used to it. Seeing the strange looks in the eyes of Yu Ling and the others, an old man setting up a stall on the roadside hesitated for a moment, then coughed lightly and said in a hoarse voice

: "Young people, I advise you not to get involved in this kind of thing..."

"This is totally unreasonable. Isn't this going too far? You can pretend not to see it?" The senior brother, who has always had a strong sense of justice, really couldn't stand it anymore. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush over.

"Don't mind your own business." Yu Ling grabbed his sleeve expressionlessly and planned to avoid this area.

Fang Zijin looked at him in astonishment, completely unable to understand why Yu Ling was so cold-blooded. It would be fine if those big men who were bullying the weak were cultivators of transformation, but they were obviously just a few cultivators of Qi. Yu Ling snapped her fingers.

Why should we turn a blind eye and tolerate such injustice when we can kill them casually?

Just when he was in a daze, the little girl was pushed by a big man and fell to the ground. Seeing that a man had taken out a dagger with a grin, the child seemed to finally realize that something was wrong, and while

Crying and weeping, she staggered up and tried desperately to escape from this place. But her speed could not match that of a grown man. She was caught up within a few steps and was about to be stabbed into her heart by the dagger.

Fang Zijin suddenly woke up. Without any hesitation, he waved his sleeves and robe, and a golden blue divine light flashed away, cutting off the heads of the big men, and blood instantly splashed all over the floor.

All.

The passers-by finally raised their eyes and looked here. Some shook their heads, some sighed, and some looked incomprehensible. Anyway, they were all doing their own thing, and walked away in a hurry, making it clear that they were too lazy to interfere in this matter.

The delicate woman seemed to be frightened and stood there, until the little girl cried and got into her arms and called her mother. She suddenly woke up, her eyes were red for a moment, her pear blossoms were raining, and she walked away timidly.

Jin Dao thanked him and said: "Thank you so much, my benefactor, for your help, otherwise the slave family would definitely not be able to escape this disaster today..."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, I'm just dropping by." Facing such a shy and pretty beauty, Senior Brother Fang couldn't help but feel a little feverish on his face, especially when he faced her shy eyes.

At this time, a man who looked like a middle-aged scribe came in a hurry from a certain street. When he saw the delicate woman, he called her madam, held her in his arms, and asked her questions eagerly.

After the delicate woman explained, the middle-aged scribe seemed to have noticed that there were Yu Ling and the other three people beside him. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Well, thank you very much. If you don't mind, please come and sit in the humble house for a while."

Also let me repay some kindness..."

Fang Zijin said no, no, no, at first, but in the end he couldn't stand the middle-aged scribe's warm invitations several times, so he reluctantly agreed, and walked and chatted with the scribe, almost as if they had met so late.

Yu Ling was always watching with cold eyes, and Zi Chenruo was also silent without saying a word, but at this moment he finally spoke softly: "You really don't want to stop senior brother?"

"You have to make him suffer a real loss once, so that he will have a better memory and won't be so easily deceived next time." Yu Ling said lightly.
Chapter completed!