In fact, she and An Qingyue had not been in contact for a long time. However, when she and An Qingyue went to Mount Tai with Su Yun, they were both trained to death by Su Yun, and they also formed a bond with each other.
friendship.
Ruan Zifeng flew down with a red-clawed white eagle.
Not far away, He Shancheng looked extremely nervous. He never expected that Su Yun would send someone over so quickly.
He looked around with great vigilance: "Where is Su Yun? Where is he?"
Ruan Zifeng said: "My master didn't come, he asked me to come and help Sister Qingyue."
Hearing this, not only He Shancheng was stunned, but An Qingyue and others were also stunned.
After all, Ruan Zifeng has not grown up yet, and her strength is probably about the same as An Qingyue's. What's the use of just sending her here.
"Zifeng, don't come down! Let's go! This person is the eighth-grade grandmaster of the He family!" An Qingyue shouted as she saw Ruan Zifeng's red-clawed white eagle about to fall to the ground.
"It's too late to leave now!" He Shancheng sneered: "If Su Yun comes in person, I can only wait for death, but he just sent a disciple who has not grown up yet, does he want to intimidate me? That's all,
I will capture you first, and then even if you fail, you will still have a bargaining chip."
Ruan Zifeng completely ignored He Shancheng's threat. She sat on the back of the white eagle and held an exquisite wooden box in her hand.
"You clowns are not worthy of my teacher personally coming forward."
Ruan Zifeng opened the wooden box in his hand with a solemn expression.
Inside, lying quietly was a small silver-white sword only as long as a finger.
"The sword energy stretches across thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword chills nineteen continents!"
"Although you don't have the chance to see my master's supernatural powers, if you die under his flying sword, you should rest in peace."
Ruan Zifeng looked at the silver-white flying sword in front of him and stretched out his hand.
Whoosh!
The next moment, this small flying sword seemed to be awakened from a deep sleep.
The sword body trembled!
The sky is filled with the sound of swords!
A stream of pure spiritual power sealed in the flying sword spread from within, immersing the sword body.
"Sword rises!"
Ruan Zifeng raised his palm, and the silver-white flying sword immediately flew up from the wooden box. The sword's glow skyrocketed, and from a distance it seemed to have turned into a huge heaven-slaying sword.
"how come!!"
Feeling the overwhelming power emanating from this flying sword, He Shancheng was immediately frightened to death. Without thinking, he unleashed his maximum potential, turned around and ran away desperately.
"cut!"
As Ruan Zifeng spit out a cold word.
The silver-white flying sword gathered a long and sharp sword light, cutting through the waves of void air, spanning hundreds of feet in an instant, and appeared above the head of Heshan City.
He Shancheng, who was running for his life, felt the sharp energy coming from above his head. He gritted his teeth and raised his hands suddenly. Two short knives slipped out of his sleeves and fell into his palms.
He held the knife in both hands and held it against his head in a crossed posture.
The next moment, the flying sword fell and blood burst out!
He Shancheng's two short sword weapons looked like they were made of tofu, they were cut off easily, and the body-protecting power was split open instantly.
He Shancheng's eyes bulged, his divine light dissipated, and there was still deep fear in his pupils.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, He Shancheng's body split into two halves and fell to the ground.