Ximen Xianling and some seriously injured elders were shocked. Their eyes looked at Long Qingyue with horror. The young man in the distance was like a demon. This was beyond the laws they knew.
"Let's go!" Ximen Xianling rushed forward, grabbed Ximen Ting, turned around and ran away.
A cold light flashed in Long Qingyue's eyes, her hands moved, and extremely thin and tough golden threads quickly flew out from the golden rhombus on her wrist, and in the blink of an eye, Ximen Xianling and Ximen Ting were tied up tightly.
Reality.
This golden water chestnut is an ancient artifact. It is extremely tough and is not afraid of swords and fire. No matter how hard Ximen Xianling and the two struggle, they cannot break free.
Ximen Xianling's beautiful face was full of panic and fear, and there was no trace of the arrogance and elegance she had before.
"You can't kill me. I am the saint of Xianling Pavilion. If you dare to kill me, you will be hunted down and massacred by Xianling Pavilion. This will bring harm to your relatives and friends, and you will be punished by the ten clans!"
Long Qingyue's expression changed. She hated it the most in her life when people threatened her with the lives of her relatives and friends. What's more, today's feud has reached a point where it will never end.
She would not be so naive as to think that if she let Ximen Xianling and others go, she would be forgiven by Xianling Pavilion. Besides, she, Long Qingyue, had never been afraid of any threats!
So, she decided to kill him!
Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.
"I don't know if you have the ability to kill my ten tribes, but I know you must die here today!" Long Qingyue pulled her wrist, and Ximen Xianling and Ximen Ting were immediately pulled back and fell into the valley.
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Long Qingyue raised his eyes slightly, and several elders and disciples of Xianling Pavilion were fleeing out of the valley. Everyone fled in a different direction. Obviously, they wanted to prevent Long Qingyue from catching them so that they could leave one alive to go to Xianling Pavilion.
The news came from the pavilion.
Yun Xi's expression also changed, "We must not let them leave!"
I wanted to come out to intercept him, but my injuries were so severe that I lost even the ability to summon spiritual power.
"Teacher Yun Xi, you don't have to worry." Long Qingyue straightened up and flew towards the east. Then a stream of sword light shot down, and the painful screams of several elders suddenly sounded below.
It was extremely shrill, like a wolf crying and a ghost howling.
Slowly the sound gradually disappeared between heaven and earth.
At this moment, Ximen Xianling's complexion finally turned deathly gray, and his face turned pale.
The young man in the sky is dressed in black, with cold eyes, like a god of death, ruthlessly harvesting lives one by one. He is obviously only a peak nine-star emperor spiritual master, but he can kill a one-star emperor spiritual master in one move!
In one breath, all the elders died...
When Ximen Xianling saw several disciples rolling and running away towards the west, a trace of hope and hatred ignited in her dark eyes, just like a desperate person who was on the verge of death saw the hope of life.
"Haha... Yun Xi, you all have to die! When they bring the news to Xianling Pavilion, you will die! I will crush you to ashes!"
Long Qingyue was not in a hurry. Not only did he not go forward to chase him, but he fell from the sky and stood at Ximen Xianling with a leisurely expression. He said coldly: "That's not necessarily the case."
As soon as the voice fell, painful howls sounded again in the distant forest. Those sounds were made by the few remaining disciples of Xianling Pavilion.
"Impossible!!" Ximen Xianling screamed in a sharp voice that no longer had any image. Long Qingyue clearly didn't chase him out, so how could those disciples die?
