Dongfang Ling is Ye Quezhi's friend. If Lin Changfeng takes action, he is afraid that Lin Changfeng will kill the other party.

Therefore, it was the wisest decision for him to choose the Oriental Order.

Seeing the group of people being dragged down, Lin Changfeng looked at Jian Mei, "Let's go together, I still have a lot of things to ask you."

With a sneer, Jian Mei took the lead in attacking Lin Changfeng. Behind her, there were more than a dozen foundation-building old men who had just broken through.

Faced with such a siege, Lin Changfeng's spiritual power exploded, and the surrounding weeds were instantly cut off by the sword energy.

He was unable to use the power of the law, and Lin Changfeng's strength was extremely limited. He would definitely not be able to fight quickly, but it was impossible to kill him just by just these people.

The two collided quickly, their palms facing each other, weeds flying, and the violent waves of air spread around the center of the two.

"Sure enough, I really want you!"

The first time I met Lin Changfeng at such a close distance, Jian Mei flew over her clothes, the spring light was endless, and her body exuded a charming aura at all times.

The moment she said this, her other hand gently poked out, and at the same time, her weak and boneless jade feet hooked Lin Changfeng's waist, forming a simple blockade.

While she was making these actions, the dozen old men from the pseudo-foundation realm arrived as promised. After feeling the fatal crisis, Lin Changfeng poked out his palms.

The powerful spiritual power shook several people back, and at the same time, his five fingers bent, grabbed the necks of two of them and gently stroked them.

The sound of bone shattering seemed so small and inaudible in the fight.

Seeing that they had lost two people when they met, Jian Mei didn't hold back. She shook her long sleeves, and a soft sword with a cold light was tightly held in her hand.

Feeling the existence of the sword light, Lin Changfeng's spiritual power suddenly changed, and sharp sword intent pierced Jian Mei, who was hanging on her chest.

The change came so fast that Jian Mei did not react in time and was injured by a sword energy. At the same time, Lin Changfeng's spiritual energy pierced his palm hit her face.

Given the idea of ​​having a sword sealed his throat, Jian Meiyu lit his feet gently on Lin Changfeng's abdomen, and when he flew backwards, he gently tapped a sword.

The soft sword sounded, and it was impossible to catch this sword again, so Lin Changfeng had no choice but to avoid its sharp edge.

Just one meeting, Jian Mei was injured, and the elders of the Broken Sword Sect lost two people. At this time, she stood on the grass and her face was calm.

But she felt scared in her heart. Lin Changfeng's offensive was too terrifying. Even if she brought more than a dozen masters in the pseudo-foundation realm, she would not have any benefits.

After the two separated, Lin Changfeng slowly stood up and looked down at his chest. His clothes were broken. If he could not retreat in time, it would be very likely to hurt his heart.

Looking at the soft sword in Jian Mei's hand, Lin Changfeng frowned and said, "Does the Broken Sword Sect have such a foundation? It can still have magic weapons."

He was surprised by the last soul-summoning banner. At this time, the soft sword in Jian Mei's hand made him a little confused.

Without answering Lin Changfeng's words, Jian Mei also felt that the battle was a bit difficult at this time, but she was naturally not in a hurry, as long as she could consume Lin Changfeng.

When the soft sword was raised in his hand, Jian Mei said coquettishly: "I don't know how to be sympathetic and cherish the jade at all."

The several hall masters of the Broken Sword Sect with their left hand took action immediately, giving Lin Changfeng no chance to breathe.

Looking at Lin Changfeng, who had fought with more than a dozen people without any disadvantages, Jian Mei looked unbelievable, "Is this really a human?"

"It actually has such a terrifying combat power."

At this time, her eyes fell on Dongfang Ling not far away. The other party was the holy son of Kunlun Taoist Palace. If he was asked to join the battle, it might be able to play a role.

But after looking over there, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

At this time, Dongfang Ling's nose and face were swollen, and was pressed under Ye Que, and she kept wailing.

"This Ye Que is just a member of the Ye family. Can he actually suppress Dongfang Ling?" Just as she was confused, the two hall masters on her side fell again.

After cursing inwardly, Jian Mei stopped thinking about it and rushed towards Ye Que.

The soft sword drew a sword mark in the air. In a blink of an eye, Jian Mei appeared beside Ye Que, and the soft sword in her hand trembled.

Ye Que, who felt the fluctuations of spiritual power, was shocked, jumped to avoid the sword, touched his abdomen, and said in fear:

"Damn it! Do you want to suck my waist?"

The powerful spiritual power almost exploded on his waist. If he was injured by spiritual power, he would be completely destroyed in his life.

With a point of pointing at Dongfang Ling's eyebrows, Jian Mei waved her hand and Dongfang Ling rushed towards Lin Changfeng.

"I'm also very curious about how powerful you, a genius in the Ye family, are."

Jian Mei stroked the sword body and was about to take action when she heard Ye Que laughing, "Miss, you have a good figure, it's a pity... it's too dark."

"Black?" Jian Mei was stunned and looked at her skin. It was as smooth as jade, and her skin was better than snow. Where was it darker?

Then he seemed to think of something, his face turned dark and he said angrily: "I killed you!"

"I tell you, I won't hit women, you can play by yourself."

Ye Que just ran away all the way and had no intention of attacking Jian Mei. He often had to make a few jokes in his words.

Jian Mei was so angry that she was furious, but she had no choice.

"Broken Sword disciples, come on me! Kill Lin Changfeng!"

Unable to catch up with Ye Que, Jian Mei could only put all her anger on Lin Changfeng.

The disciples of Broken Sword who were originally watching the battle no longer watched the battle. They rushed forward, even if they lacked their cultivation, they could not have many people.

Feeling the spiritual power fluctuations of nearly a hundred people, Lin Changfeng's eyes narrowed, and his spiritual power suddenly surged. After shook the elders back, he saw Dongfang Ling, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, rushed over.

His eyes instantly became cold and biting. Lin Changfeng did not hesitate at all and punched Dongfang Lin out with one punch.

"Are you finally ready to use your full strength?"

Jian Mei's lips raised, she wanted Lin Changfeng to explode completely, and it would be better not to have any reservations!

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