The golden spear and the silver sword collided together, making a "clang" sound.
Ying Yue frowned slightly and raised her hands to increase her power output. However, Mengyue, who was facing the enemy with one hand, did not move at all.
Not only that, dimples appeared on Mengyue's face. After a slight smile, she changed her gesture, pressed her thumb on the curved middle finger, and then flicked it gently, and a silver-white sword energy shot out instantly.
Ying Yue looked horrified, she actually had the illusion that she could not avoid this sword energy.
Golden light rose from her body and soon disappeared from where she was.
Her figure solidified in the distance. Before she could rejoice, she discovered that the silver-white sword energy was pursuing her closely.
After flashing several times in succession, she was unable to escape the lock of the sword energy. Finally, she no longer wanted to dodge.
The spiritual energy surged out crazily and turned directly into a golden light shield, protecting her inside.
Still uneasy, she took out a large shield and held it in front of her.
It was also after she made these preparations that the silver-white sword energy arrived.
"Pfft!"
Like cutting tofu, the silver-white sword energy easily broke through the golden light shield carefully arranged by Ying Yue.
Soon, the shield was directly broken through, and the silver-white sword energy floated quietly on Ying Yue's snow-white neck, threatening to kill her at any time.
"What do you think of my sword?"
Mengyue smiled slightly, even though she forced Ying Yue, the female war goddess of Great Qin, to death with a sword energy, there seemed to be no disturbance in her heart.
"I didn't expect that the strongest swordsman in the Sword Sect is not the swordsman, but a core disciple of Xue Zang... You have already formed your own unique sword domain, right?"
Ying Yue's face was extremely complicated. She really didn't expect that this person who came from a small place like Vatican City could be so powerful.
"That's right... However, your defeat was not unjust. I usually don't draw a sword, and the sword must be a murderous sword, so I used my full strength to attack."
Mengyue smiled gently, moved her little hand slightly, and the silver-white sword energy slowly dissipated.
"What I don't understand is why you married an ordinary person like Jiang Li? You should have always been surrounded by outstanding young talents, right?"
Yingyue's tone was a little disgusting. Obviously, she almost said that Mengyue had bad eyesight.
"The person you choose to get married doesn't need to be excellent or handsome. You just need to be down-to-earth and progressive and be good to me."
Mengyue disagreed, and then continued: "Besides, I am also very ordinary in appearance and from a low background. Naturally, I am not worthy of high-class outstanding people like you."
"..."
Ying Yue was quite speechless. Speaking of appearance, you are indeed not particularly outstanding, but to say that you are born and unworthy is a bit too much.
With your talent and strength, many of the most favored people in heaven are beyond your reach.
I'm afraid everyone is rushing to marry you.
"Did you know? He has the inheritance of a great demon. If we don't get rid of him today, he will definitely become a big problem for the human race in the future!"
Ying Yue still did not give up her plan to get rid of Jiang Li. She wanted to persuade Mengyue to kill her relatives with the righteousness of the human race.
"I am confident that no matter what he becomes, I can suppress him, so there is really no need for you to worry unfounded here."
Mengyue didn't take it seriously. When she said this, she was full of confidence.
She had stopped injecting spiritual energy, and Jiang Li's collapsed flesh and blood was slowly recovering, and his condition was gradually becoming calmer.
Holding Jiang Li's head in her arms, Mengyue stretched out her hand to help Jiang Li move the messy hair on his forehead to one side, and then gently smoothed Jiang Li's frown, and then she moved slightly
He leaned forward and kissed Jiang Li gently.
This is her first kiss.
It was also the first time the two kissed after getting married.
It's a pity that Jiang Li is in a comatose state.
No one knows why Mengyue married Jiang Li, a loser in everyone's eyes.
Swordman Li Yifan still had a smile on his face, but his fists were subconsciously clenched, but soon he loosened them again.
Seeing that Mengyue had made up her mind, Yingyue naturally knew that it was impossible to break through from her. She quickly turned to Li Yifan, smiled slightly and said: "Jian Zong, the younger generation, I think you should be the core of Jianzi.
Well... you, the core disciples of the Sword Sect, want to feed tigers and condone the growth of a big devil, are you really just going to sit back and watch?"
"Master has said that Junior Sister Mengyue, the younger generation of the Sword Sect, has the final say, and I must also obey her."
With a gentle smile, Li Yifan kicked the ball to Mengyue, his junior sister.
"…………"
Yingyue was quite helpless. She didn't expect that this Mengyue had such a tough background.
Swordman Li Yifan’s master, what level of person should he be?
Wait, Ying Yue suddenly had an idea. She remembered a certain taboo figure, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She quickly looked at Li Yifan, and then said in disbelief: "The master you are talking about cannot be..."
She did not name him specifically, because most people would not dare to call him by his first name for fear of being noticed by the other party, and then he would be killed hundreds of millions of miles away.
It's just that that person, according to rumors, hasn't disappeared long ago?
Li Yifan nodded slightly.
boom!
A storm quickly arose in Ying Yue's mind.
This world is so crazy.
She couldn't imagine, if that man was really still alive, how powerful would he be now?
And this seemingly ordinary woman turned out to be his disciple. I am afraid that she can really walk sideways in Tiangan Continent.
Even she, the eldest princess of the Qin Dynasty, has to be somewhat afraid of her.
Jiang Li has not yet woken up. It will take a long time to recover from the loss of flesh and blood essence caused by being possessed by the demon, his fallen spiritual realm, and his spirit hurt by strong resentment.
Zi Pei woke up slowly. Her expression was dull. She glanced at Mengyue blankly, and then at Jiang Li. She fell silent, then hugged her knees with both hands and buried her head.
"Zi Pei, who hurt you?"
Mengyue asked in a calm tone.
Zi Pei said nothing.
"You don't have to be afraid. Speak up and I will seek justice for you."
Mengyue continued to speak.
"Will you take my uncle away?"
Zi Pei raised her head slightly, her big eyes were clear. She did not call Mengyue Zuo, nor did she mention the matter of being hurt. Instead, she asked a question that seemed completely irrelevant.
"I respect his choice. If he doesn't want to come with me, I won't force him. I don't want to interfere with his growth trajectory!"
Mengyue's tone was indifferent, and then she continued: "Now, can you tell me who hurt you?"
"Thank you, miss... the person who hurt me was the man with the feminine face over there, and the person who hurt my uncle was the two bad guys!"
Zi Pei pointed at Long Nu, Yang He and Han Guang.
Her eyes were flashing with endless hatred.
It's not that she doesn't hate, it's just that she doesn't dare to hate because she's too weak.
Once there is a chance for revenge, the hatred will increase exponentially!
"Take good care of Jiang Li for me."
Mengyue slowly picked up Jiang Li's body and placed it in Zi Pei's arms. Then, she calmly turned around and walked towards the direction of the dragon girl.