Wanqi Qianyuan also watched the battle between the two parties without blinking.
"boom!"
The Mengying Sword hit the spiritual sword in Gu Yunchu's hand hard, and a clear clanging sound was heard, and the spiritual sword in his hand suddenly broke into two pieces.
The broken sword turned into a stream of light and flew out, fiercely inserted into the ground.
A sinister smile appeared on Xuanyuan Meng's lips, and with a movement of his feet, his whole body turned into a white afterimage, rushing towards Gu Yunchu, and the sharp sword tip stabbed Gu Yunchu's chest fiercely.
No matter who this woman is, she must die! The spiritual power on the Mengying Sword surged, with the power of thunder, and it surged forward. On the ink-like sky, there was a strong wind, lightning flashed, and purple lightning was like
Dancing like a dragon, it fell from the sky and landed on the Dream Shadow Sword. Not only did it not interrupt the Dream Shadow Sword's offensive, it actually made the Dream Shadow Sword become even more powerful and terrifying.
The Mengying Sword roared down, with a powerful force that could destroy the world and break the chaos, and struck hard.
"Sister Yun!!"
Seeing that shocking sword strike, Su Xingyao's heart twitched. She wanted to rush forward to help, but Wan Qianqianyuan grabbed her hand. His cold face was full of indifference: "You rush up now,
Just to die."
Su Xingyao threw away his hand angrily, "Even if I die, I can't just watch Sister Yun die!"
After being delayed like this by Wanqi Qianyuan, it was too late for Su Xingyao to rush over to help.
I saw the Mengying Sword penetrate the slender white figure in mid-air and pass through the chest.
Su Xingyao felt as if the whole world had collapsed. Her face was as pale as snow, and her delicate body under the dress could not help but tremble violently. Her eyes turned red and tears flowed down her face.
Sister Yun... is dead... Wanqi Qianyuan frowned, stared at it for a long time, and said: "She's not dead, that's her afterimage."
Hearing this, Su Xingyao raised her head in shock and looked carefully, and saw that the white figure that had been pierced through the chest by the Mengying Sword instantly turned into nothingness. It was indeed an afterimage! Su Xingyao couldn't help crying with joy, Sister Yun is not dead! Tai
Well, Sister Yun is not dead! Looking at the figure in front of her that turned into nothingness, Xuanyuan Meng frowned tightly. She immediately turned around and saw Gu Yunchu appearing behind her at some point.
"The power of heaven!"
A majestic momentum emanated from Gu Yunchu's body, like three rivers and five mountains crushing Xuanyuan Meng.
Under the power of heaven, Xuanyuan Meng was horrified to find that the spiritual power in her body became very slow, as if it had been suppressed.
Xuanyuan Meng was horrified, and she was running her skills crazily, trying to break through the suppression, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not break free from the suppression of the power of heaven.
Gu Yunchu looked at her with cold eyes, and with a flicker of his hand, a crisp and exciting phoenix cry sounded, and the Feng Ming Sword was already in his hand.
Xuanyuan Meng and Gu Yunchu stood opposite each other. Under the clear moonlight, the water on the riverside was gleaming. A strong wind passed by, creating a wave of ripples. The white clothes were dancing wildly with the wind, like passing clouds.
"You...are Gu Yunchu!"
Xuanyuan Meng shouted in shock, her bright eyes like autumn water contained shock, hatred, and it was true.
Gu Yunchu raised his eyes and looked at her coldly. The cold moonlight was reflected in her dark eyes, which were calm and ruthless. She slowly raised her hand to take off the human skin mask on her face and threw it to the ground.
"Sure enough, it's you! You're not dead!"
Xuanyuan Meng stared hatefully at the face in front of her that made her jealous even in her dream, "You have obviously fallen into the black hole, why didn't you die?"