Two figures, one on the left and one on the right, holding swords, blocked the slashes directed at Master Qiyu and the others.
The two of them were dressed in the clothes of disciples of the Emei Sect, with outstanding appearance and cold expressions, staring at the visitor.
Both of them have good looks, outstanding temperament, and cold as ice appearance, which makes the hungry wolves of the Songshan Sect covet them.
"Hahaha, Ling Yun, the eldest sister of the Emei Sect, and Yan Sanniang, the famous swallow thief in the world, yes, you have finally come out."
Ding Mian looked at the two of them unscrupulously, with greed and covetousness flashing in his eyes. He licked his lips and sneered: "You have excellent qualifications and your blood must be of the best. You are much better than these old women!"
Ling Yun's face was cold and he shouted: "Ding Mian, don't be so arrogant. Today, even if our Emei sect is destroyed, we will never let your conspiracy succeed. Want to control Emei? You are wishful thinking!!"
"Ding Mian, you Songshan sect has long become a street rat that everyone wants to beat. The fact that you practice demonic martial arts and swallow blood essence has long been spread throughout the martial arts world. You can't escape! You will definitely die!" Yan Sanniang looked at it!
Looking at Ding Mian and others, their eyes were full of hatred and anger, and they wanted to kill them all in one go.
"Jie Jie Jie... You two are just eighth grade, what are you going to talk to me about next?" A trace of blood flashed in Ding Mian's eyes, the corners of his mouth raised, and he sucked in his hands, blood surged, and countless blood streams surged, powerful
The suction force appeared out of thin air, causing Ling Yun and Yan Sanniang's expressions to change drastically.
The two of them felt that the blood in their bodies was surging out uncontrollably, as if they would explode and die at any time.
Under Ding Mian's absorption, their bodies were continuously pulled by the blood energy, slowly moving towards Ding Mian...
Ling Yun and Yan Sanniang quickly inserted the swords in their hands into the ground in an attempt to stabilize their bodies.
However, everything is in vain.
This suction force seemed to have some kind of magic power, forcibly dragging the two of them. The sword pulled a deep mark in the ground, and the two of them got closer and closer to Ding Mian.
"It's useless, it's useless. How can two eighth-grade people resist the Blood Shadow Divine Art?"
"Hahaha, become a part of me!"
"Your essence and blood will merge with me and become the nourishment for me to reach a higher level!!"
"Jiejiejie..."
Ding Mian laughed wildly, his expression ferocious and crazy, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty and killing intent.
Ding Aofu on the side looked at this scene and just wanted to speak out.
Tang Ying'e, the Sixth Taibao of the Songshan Sect, blocked Ding Aofu and said: "Nvxia Ding, don't disturb the senior brother's interest. According to the agreement, you will be the head of your Emei Sect, and we will take away their blood."
, the best of both worlds, don’t mess around!”
After saying this, Tang Ying'e's expression became indifferent, and he exuded a trace of a master's aura, suppressing Ding Aofu fiercely, so that she did not dare to move rashly.
Ding Aofu's talent is pretty good, and his cultivation at this moment is already at the peak of the ninth level. He is only one step away from the master. As long as he continues to practice the "Blood Activating Sutra", he can easily break through the barrier and reach Xiantian.
The value of the Xiantian Grandmaster is still not small. It is precisely because of this that the people of the Songshan Sect have not burned bridges.
They can tolerate Ding Aofu's existence, and even intend to let the Emei Sect become the Songshan Sect's secret stronghold, provided that Ding Aofu is obedient.
"Humph!" Ding Aofu snorted and said nothing.
In the main hall, Ling Yun and Yan Sanniang looked at each other, determination flashed across their faces, and they both had the intention of death in their eyes.
The next moment, the two men no longer resisted the surging blood energy, but took action without hesitation.
"Golden Peak Nine Styles!!"
"Xiao Xumi Swordsmanship!!"
A ray of golden light emerged, and the sword light was like the rising sun, shining brightly, heading towards Ding Mian's throat, with infinite power. A mysterious and mysterious artistic conception emerged and filled the air, and a golden shadow emerged, as if it were real, toward Ding Mian's throat.
He left with Ding Mian.
On the other side, the divine weapon, the Ice Soul Sword, was filled with chills. Dense ice crystals were diffracted from the hilt of the sword. The coldness surged for a moment, and the strange and unpredictable artistic conception turned the sword into a hazy, dream-like one.
Illusions are like Sumeru mustard seeds, they can be big or small, extremely weird, the cold air is hidden in the sword energy of this move, heading towards Ding Mian's heart.
The two of them attacked simultaneously, completely abandoning their defenses, and struck with all their strength. One attacked the throat, and the other attacked the heart. As long as one of them succeeds, they can kill the intruder, the culprit!
"hehe!"
"Innocent!"
"You don't understand the difference between ordinary warriors and masters at all!"
"Fall down!"
Facing the two menacing attacks, Ding Mian couldn't help but sneer. The blood in his hands surged, and the master-level artistic conception spread out. He turned the suction in his hands into a surging sea of blood. With a casual pressure, the two of them were shocked.
Fly out.
"puff!"
"puff!"
The two fell to the ground, vomiting blood, and the two swords flew out and landed on the ground.
"Zheng!"
With just one move, both of them were seriously injured.
Is this the power of a martial arts master?
So scary!
Ding Mian walked to the Ice Soul Sword and looked at the sword that exuded waves of chill. Surprise appeared in his eyes and he murmured: "I didn't expect it! Is there such a treasure in the Emei Sect?"
"Ding Mian, if you touch this sword, you will die." Yan Sanniang looked at Ding Mian's hand, grabbed the Ice Soul Sword, and shouted coldly.
"Oh?" Ding Mian sneered and didn't take it to heart at all. He grabbed the Ice Soul Sword and tried to pull it out.
"Crack, click, click..."
The extreme coldness suddenly froze Ding Mian's hand, causing him to frown. He used his inner strength to shatter the condensed ice and pulled his hand out.
"Recognize the master of the divine weapon?" Ding Mian looked at Yan Sanniang, with murderous intent in his eyes, and said coldly: "It seems that I must kill you, the master, first, so that I can possess this divine weapon."
Yan Sanniang laughed, without fear, and said with a smile: "Haha, even if you kill me, you won't be able to possess this sword. You will die, you will definitely die."
"Wu Ming will avenge me. You can't escape. You will be killed by him to every corner of the world!"
"Nameless?" Ding Mian's expression changed. He had heard of this prestigious master, especially since he had killed many people from the Songshan Sect, and also killed You Tanzhi, the grandmaster of the Xingxiu Sect.
"Are you his?"
"This sword also belongs to him?"
"So what?" Yan Sanniang's face was pale, but her eyes were extremely bright, and she said: "I will wait for you below, Ding Mian, and everyone in your Songshan sect will all die."
Yan Sanniang only mentioned Wuming, but did not mention Zhu Youji, because she knew that Zhu Youji did not want people to know that he was Wuming, let alone reveal his identity.
But it doesn't matter, she's going to die anyway.
Ling Yun looked at Yan Sanniang with a strange look, and thought to himself: So the person who helped him at Sword Worship Villa at that time was Wuming, a master of swordsmanship?
"nameless?"
Ding Mian's eyes flickered, his body moved, and he suddenly appeared in front of Yan Sanniang. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped Yan Sanniang on the head.