In the city of Bodhi, strong winds were blowing.

Countless gazes gathered on the red garment!

"Ye Chuyue, you really gave me a surprise!"

After Nan Mengjiao was shocked, she slowly finished drinking the wine in the glass, and then slowly dropped the cup back to the table.

She raised her eyebrows lightly and looked at Chu Yue with deep eyes.

"This princess is still regretting that it is too cheap for you to die in the mouth of a level 4 ghost."

Nan Mengjiao smiled with red lips: "Xiaoxiaowu Duan Wuzong Realm, you dare to come to Bodhi City to be presumptuous. It seems that no one in this ghost society has taught you the rules, right? Today, I want to see how many disasters you can overcome and how many heavenly thunders can be brought out! You and the waste of Lingtian are all damn animals!"

Nan Mengjiao is the princess of the Xuanhan royal family.

The battle between the emperors decades ago, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed and the continent split.

During that battle, the Xuanhan tribe suffered numerous casualties.

Nan Mengjiao's five brothers and emperor's grandfather all died at the hands of Emperor Ye Tian and others.

Although Nan Mengjiao grew up in the royal family since childhood, her father and mother, as well as the gentleman who taught her martial arts and knowledge, were telling her about the blood hatred of the past!

She never treats herself as a princess.

Because she wanted to grow up, she would kill Ling Tian’s enemies the next day!

Nan Mengjiao slowly stretched out her hand and clenched the sharp silver spear.

"Bang!"

Nan Mengjiao kicked away the impregnable jade table in front of her. The table cracked from the middle, and broke to both sides with Nan Mengjiao's soles as the center, and then shattered into powder under the gaze of everyone.

She then stood up and looked at Chu Yue with murderous intent: "Ye Chuyue, the three thunder account on the shore of the demon barrier, I will do it with you. Open your dog's eyes and see clearly. What is the Great Martial Saint!"

Nan Mengjiao held the gun in her right hand and stretched out her left hand. A silver aperture suddenly appeared in her palm.

Inside the silver aperture, hexagrams and ancient runes are outlining the hexagrams and the golden light!

A strange howling sound appeared.

But the light array broke away from Nan Mengjiao's palm and floated in the air!

The hexagram rune light array gradually became several times larger.

In the center, it seemed like it was cut by a knife, and a hole appeared instantly.

Fifty or sixty level three ghost spirits flew out from inside and surrounded Nan Mengjiao, just like the enemy under Nan Mengjiao's command.

Seeing this, Ye Mei sighed in a low voice beside Shen Qingfeng: "Princess Nanmeng is worthy of being a disciple of Zuo Zongjin, a super high spirit control master in Xuanhan Continent. This spirit control technique is powerful and can conquer so many third-level ghost spirits."

The Yuanwu Spirit Master in the world, until the ghost creature where the demon obstacles spread wildly, a master of a hundred ghosts appeared.

In martial arts, there has been an additional profession since then.

The so-called spirit master is a warrior who goes to a vicious place and tames those evil spirits, ghosts, and evil spirits, and is collectively called spirit masters.

But compared to alchemists and beast trainers, spirit masters are more rare professions.

And very few can use the real art of controlling spirits.

As soon as Nan Mengjiao's dozens of level 3 ghost spirits came out, the Lingtian warriors who were still excited just now all trembled with their hearts.

Bu Hair red eyes and took a deep breath.

Looking at Ye Chuyue approaching the feast place, he shouted loudly: "Ye Chuyue! Let's go! Let's go quickly! Now is not the time for you to be a hero!"

She had already realized Nan Mengjiao's shamelessness and realized the gap between us and us.

Although he once hated Ye Chuyue, at this moment, Ye Chuyue was both the daughter of the Heavenly Emperor, representing the Lingtian Continent!

In Lingtian Continent, Bu Hairou has already had a sword dancing with flowers, and there should be no more Ye Chuyue who has suffered humiliation and is sneered!

She deeply understood that Ye Chuyue had penetrated into the hearts of those low-level warriors.

It can be imagined.

If Ye Chuyue was humiliated here, what kind of blow would it be to the morale of Lingtian warriors!

"Master Ye Chu, go quickly, the farther you go, the better."

The shackled warrior Ling Tian also shouted:

"Don't worry about us!"

"We don't want to live anymore!"

"Go away quickly, quickly-"

“…”

Those hoarse words were also begging.

They could not bear the second daughter of the Heavenly Emperor and suffered humiliation in Bodhi City.

"Ling...Ling..."

The young warrior who was hit by six swords fell to the ground with blood all over his body. Looking at Chu Yue, he smiled and said with difficulty: "Ling Tian... Mainland... is undefeated... go... go... go..."

He smiled and kept repeating the word.

"Bang!"

He fell to the ground and smashed his head heavily.

There are more and more pools of blood under my body.

He kept a smile, his lips trembled and silently shouted a few words and then he had no rest.

He was already angry and could stand firm until this moment, take a look at Ye Chu's style, and die with peace of mind.

Bu Hairou was in pain and shed tears.

She wiped her tears, lifted her sword and stood in the center, facing Chu Yue, and said with a smile: "Go back and tell my father that I didn't embarrass her. Ye Chuyue, let's go, I Bu Hairou sacrificed my life to the sky, and I am willing to open the way for Ye Chu Master!"

He said Ye Chu, and he was convinced.

Although she has no martial roots in the Dantian, she still has the arrogance of the daughter of the Heavenly Emperor.

One after another, Lingtian warriors, wearing anklets, stopped Nan Mengjiao and her third-level ghosts.

"A bunch of damn idiots!"

Nan Meng stepped on the ground and flew out, waved her spear from the air, and pulled up waves of rainbow-light spear flowers.

The spear swept across Bu Hairou and his group from high to bottom with the force of overwhelming force.

Under the guns of mountains and rivers, there must be corpses all over the city and bloodshed for ten miles!

That gun flashed with silver!

The silver arc of light swept away like a hurricane, and the sharpness it showed was enough to crush these people's bones!

Dozens of Level 3 ghosts were swarming around her.

That scene was shocking!

Bu Hairou looked up.

At this moment, she was as small as an ant.

At this moment, she never retreated!

She smiled and raised her head, closed her eyes, waiting for the moment when the martial arts body was shattered by the sharp edge of the spear.

boom!!

A strong wind passes!

Thunder exploded!

A figure tore through the sky and flashed in front of them in an instant!

The red skirt flutters, and the ink hair is flying!

She held a national protection sword in her hand and ran into Da Wusheng's mountain and river gunshot technique in mid-air!

The little Wu Sect is just an ant!

But when the swords and guns were in equal force, they were not far behind!

Nan Mengjiao floated in the sky, maintaining her gun-out posture.

She looked at Ye Chuyue in shock, who had not been killed by her, and whispered: "How could it be..."

Under the great martial arts saint's mountain and river shooting skills, why is Ye Chuyue's fifth Duan Wuzong intact?

"The Human Emperor's sword technique, the first sword, break... ten thousand... jun!"

Chu Yue finished shouting in a deep voice and kicked Nan Mengjiao. When the two separated, Nan Mengjiao clearly saw that hundreds of level 4 ghost spirits burst out from Ye Chuyue’s back!

Nan Mengjiao's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief and shock!
Chapter completed!