Probably because Wen Yi's rejection came so quickly, Ling Yujun couldn't believe his ears, and he stood there in a daze.
How could Wen Yi reject him?
Could it be that he was hallucinating?
"Seventh Elder, don't be angry." Ling Yujun recovered from Wen Yi's rejection, "I don't want to hurt you." He said not to hurt, but his spiritual power was used.
No matter what, Qingyao is a disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect, so Lord Lingyu naturally wants to protect the face of the Qingyun Sword Sect.
Wen Yi was restrained by him, and the fire in his heart was boiling. His sword strikes became faster and faster, more and more fierce, "Just hit, there is so much nonsense."
Ling Yujun summoned the fairy sword and responded with a backhand attack. He looked at Wen Yi's face, which looked a little strange.
Wen Yi's eyes didn't have the same love and tenderness as before, and her expression didn't have the same burning passion as before.
She looked at herself like a stranger.
Ling Yujun seemed to have seen a novel toy. This feeling was like a dog wagging its tail to show mercy to him and suddenly barking. Regardless of whether it was reasonable or not, at least it was noticed by him.
Wen Yi's deadly swordsmanship was different from the soft, boring, seductive, and seductive swordsman she had seen before. Ling Yujun had the idea of playing around in his heart, and he tried every move to see what she could do.
What tricks.
This swordsmanship is not a soft and sentimental swordsmanship, but a ruthless killing sword that uses killing to stop killing and violence to stop violence.
The killing sword was filled with soul-stirring emotion, and Ling Yujun couldn't help but be stunned.
Suddenly, a sound of tearing silk was heard, followed by Qingyao's exclamation and an angry scolding, "Wen Yi, you actually hurt senior brother."
As soon as she finished speaking, a powerful spiritual force hit Wen Yi's chest. She activated the spirit-gathering cauldron, and her robes embroidered with inscriptions burst into aura, which was enough to block the attack of the golden elixir monk.
Wen Yi felt a sweet smell coming from her throat. She swallowed back the liquid that was about to be spurted out, and stood with her sword in hand, "Do you want to fight? Come on!"
As long as her muscles and bones are not broken and her soul is scattered, she will continue to fight.
If the original owner hadn't been an elder and had some defensive magic weapons, she would have been wiped out by now.
It is indeed difficult to enter the ruthless swordsmanship.
During the fight with Lord Lingyu just now, Wen Yi had some insights. Only by putting oneself to death and resurrecting one's life can one attain enlightenment. Seek it through sword killing.
"Seventh Elder, have you had enough trouble?" Lord Lingyu's voice was full of anger.
The dignified Jindan master had his sleeves cut off by the Qi Training Realm, and wounds were left on his wrists, which was a great shame and humiliation.
What made him feel even more humiliated was that he was hurt by Wen Yi, who kept saying that he loved him deeply. The humiliation was doubled.
"What's going on? If I hadn't had the robe to block the fatal blow just now, I would be a wisp of a dead soul now." Wen Yi is a person who must retaliate. "I remember this palm, and it will be ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times in the future."
Return it."
There was no love in Wen Yi's eyes, only strong anger and murderous intent, which made Ling Yujun's already ugly face become even more gloomy.
, can't beat the watchdog outside the Jinshui Bridge of the Qingyun Sword Sect." He who prides himself on being upright and upright has never been so graceless.
Ling Yujun felt disgusted at the thought of being engaged to such a dissolute person, and being provoked by Wen Yi, the boy's blood rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the disgust in his heart blurted out.
The garden is in an open area, and the big commotion here attracted the attention of countless disciples.
After hearing this, everyone's expressions became extremely exciting, and they all cast mocking and mocking eyes on Wen Yi.
"Humph." Qingyao thought she had gained protection from her senior brother and hummed proudly.
Wen Yi sneered, "Qingyao has been defeated by me many times. So, the young master of Tongshan Gate is worse than a dog?"
Qingyao was so angry that she fainted.
If it had been Wen Yi in the previous life, she would have crushed the bones of a little loser like Ling Yujun into ashes.
In the world of immortality, strength is the most important thing. Wen Yi is now just a Qi practitioner, and the sect he only relies on has declined.
"Is the Qingyun Sword Sect depleted? How dare you let a Golden Core Realm waste declare war? Are all the elders dead?" Wen Yi's face was so gloomy that it could drip, "In less than three years, you and other wastes will all become me.
The dust and mud beneath your feet are like a dead man among flies and dogs in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!"
Everyone onlookers were laughing like crazy. Can the Seventh Elder step into the quagmire of the lofty Lord Ling Yu in three years? This is the biggest joke they heard today.
"Ha!" Mr. Ling Yu's face was very ugly. He looked down at the thermometer like he was looking down at an ant, "Three years? Ha! For the sake of Piao Miao Huan Mansion, I will give you three hundred years. Three hundred years."
If you can catch one of my moves, I will apologize to you."
"Three years, you will be defeated in three years." Wen Yi said coldly: "Kneel down, kowtow, apologize, and tell the world."
Ling Yujun found it a bit unbelievable. He said this to Wen Yi in a nice voice to give Piaomiao Huanfu face, but the other party didn't know whether to live or die, so he came to seek death, "You don't want three hundred years, you want three years, three years."
If you can't take a single move within a year, kneel down, kowtow, apologize and die."
"The conditions of both parties should be equal." Wen Yi was not a passive-aggressive person. She forced out her blood and swore an oath from her inner demons, "I don't need any concessions from you. Of course, if I die, you will die too."
The Great Oath of the Inner Demon is an oath in the world of immortality to establish a life-and-death contract. Those who break the promise will have their inner demons bite back and die suddenly.
Lord Lingyu also forced out his blood and essence to swear, and then walked away with a flick of his sleeves.
Qingyao eagerly chased after her, "Senior brother, did you also notice that Wen Yi's sentient sword has a ghost? Otherwise, how could she dare to fight you at a Qi training level? I lost so strangely."
Mr. Lingyu's face was as deep as water, "You have been in the Qingyun Sword Sect for many years, and you can't even tell the difference between a sentimental sword and a ruthless sword. You are extremely stupid."
Wen Yi seeks death.
Qingyao is horribly stupid. The most terrifying thing is that she doesn't realize her stupidity at all.
Being scolded, Qingyao's face turned the color of pig liver, "No... ruthless sword?"
Is Wen Yi practicing the ruthless sword? Is she crazy? Is she really planning to start all over again?
Qing Yao couldn't help but worry, "Senior brother and Wen Yi made such a big oath of inner demons. She is the elder of Piao Miao Huan Mansion, and she has all kinds of spiritual treasures, magical weapons, and pills. If it doesn't work, she will find a powerful person to use the technique of initiation to forcibly widen the Dantian Zi Mansion, and use tricks to win."
What should I do, senior brother?" Isn't senior brother going to die?
Ling Yujun found her to be horribly stupid.
How can Piao Miao Huan Palace be compared with Qingyun Sword Sect? Qingyun Sect has rich resources? What they can do cannot be done by Qingyun Sword Sect?
In three years, even if a miracle occurs, Wen Yi's cultivation level will at most break through to the foundation building realm.
The three-year agreement was just a verbal joke by Ling Yujun to prevent Wen Yi from harassing him. Do you still take it seriously?
"It doesn't matter." Lingyu Jun said coaxingly, "I'm just coaxing her to play."
Qingyao's heart was filled with panic.
What her senior brother did just now, she took it seriously.
Wen Yi does have some tricks up her sleeve, and her senior brother who used to be dismissive of her will now coax her to play.
The more she thought about it, the more angry she became!
Wen Yi must suffer enough tonight to let her senior brother see her true face!