Yan Lingyun sneered: "I hope your strength is as tough as your mouth!"
After saying that, Yan Lingyun suddenly took a few steps back, flying his hands to form seals. Everyone clearly felt that with Yan Lingyun's movements, the spiritual energy of the surrounding world began to move.
"It's the spiritual formation! Young Master, withdraw quickly!"
The third elder of the Qin family had studied the spiritual formation for a lifetime and was the first to realize what was going on.
"It's too late! Qin Changsheng, I admit that you are indeed somewhat capable..."
"However, because you are so kind to a woman, it is already doomed in the end that you will not achieve anything big!"
Yan Lingyun laughed loudly, and the combination of the extremely wild laughter and his expression that did not change at all made it look weird.
"Women's kindness? What is he talking about?"
While the other warriors were still wondering what kind of riddle Yan Lingyun was playing, his spiritual energy shot straight into the sky, completely destroying the original location of the Huxi Pavilion.
In addition to the Hu Xie Pavilion, several other buildings also collapsed at the same time, exposing the formation spirits underneath.
In the blink of an eye, the spiritual energy around Hu Xie Pavilion seemed to be running in reverse, the fog rose, and Qin Changsheng was completely trapped in the fog and disappeared.
In the mist, tiger roars could be heard from time to time, as if thousands of troops and horses were fighting.
Several warriors wanted to get closer to investigate the situation, but before they even entered the formation, they were bounced back by the huge pressure it brought and couldn't get closer at all!
"This...this is..."
The third elder's pupils shrank, and his eyes showed unprecedented astonishment.
"Third Elder, what's wrong?"
The third elder said with awe: "The more advanced and powerful the spiritual formation is, the more it needs to be arranged in advance. This Huxi Pavilion is not a building that demonstrates martial arts and martial arts at all..."
"It's a dangerous situation that has been planned for a long time and countless energy has been invested in!"
Yan Lingyun glanced at the third elder: "You, an old dog of the Qin family, do have some experience. This spiritual formation is the technique of the hidden immortal, called the Tiger Resting Formation."
"To tell you the truth, even if I am trapped in it, I have no confidence that I can come out alive."
"As for this kid..."
Yan Lingyun sneered, "I'm afraid you won't even be able to search for his ashes.
Qin Miao's expression changed: "The young master is in danger? I will go and rescue the young master now!"
This young man was full of passion and thought about using his own life to exchange for Qin Changsheng's life. However, the third elder grabbed him back and said angrily: "I didn't see that all the masters of the An family were killed just now.
Did it bounce back? You have a first-level strength, but you used to be cannon fodder."
Qin Miao's eyes were full of dissatisfaction: "Then, why did the old monster just say that the young master is a benevolent woman?"
The third elder glanced at Qing'er beside him out of the corner of his eye with some embarrassment, and quickly shouted at Qin Miao: "Stop asking these meaningless questions! Get rid of other enemies as soon as possible and help the young master break the formation!"
The two parties were fighting again. Qing'er stood at the back, biting her lips while adjusting her breath.
Anyone with a discerning eye has probably already guessed what Yan Lingyun means by "benevolence in women."
From the beginning of the fight between the two parties, Qin Changsheng and Yan Lingyun were sitting at the back and were not in a hurry to take action.
I'm afraid Qin Changsheng had already expected from the beginning that this Hu Xie Pavilion was not simple. If he chose to wait and see, he could also make countermeasures in critical moments.
Unfortunately, Qing'er's aggressive move may have disrupted all Qin Changsheng's plans.
In order to protect Qing'er, Qin Changsheng had to place himself in the center of Huxi Pavilion in advance and confront Yan Lingyun on the territory where he might have done something.
Only then was Yan Lingyun ambushed...
Thinking of this, Qing'er's heart felt like a knife was stirring, full of pain.
It was because she couldn't listen to Mrs. Qin's powerful compliment, she felt unbalanced in her heart, and made a rash move, which put her husband in danger.
This jealous heart really made Qing'er feel ashamed and regretful. She was born in Japan and wanted to die on the spot to apologize!
In a daze, a master from the Long family seemed to have noticed Qing'er's absence, sneaked up behind her, and struck her in the back with a spear.
"Broken soul!"
A cold and domineering voice came out, and the master of the Long family who attacked suddenly froze on the spot like a puppet with its strings disconnected, motionless.
Not far away, ancient runes flashed in Canglan's golden eyes. The moment Canglan's pupils suddenly enlarged, the golden runes were imprinted on the warrior's body, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he lost consciousness on the spot!
Canglan slowly came to Qing'er's side: "You should know where this place is."
The tone was cold, obviously filled with considerable dissatisfaction.
Qing'er bit her red lips, almost drawing blood: "I'm sorry for causing trouble."
Canglan snorted coldly, casually picked up a short blade from the fallen Yan family warrior next to him, and threw it in front of Qing'er.
"If you want our men to make fun of women's benevolence, then you can continue to perish here."
After saying that, Canglan turned around without looking back, lit the fire of karma, and killed the enemy angrily.
Qing'er looked at Canglan's back, her words echoing in her mind.
Our men.
Their men are heroes and upright men.
He is the young man who stirs up the storm, he is the sky in the capital, he is the man who can become the master of this world.
The confusion and guilt in Qing'er's eyes gradually faded away, replaced by forbearance and coldness.
Qing'er used her toes to pick up the bloody short blade on the ground, and casually wiped off the blood on her clothes.
Cang Lan has always had a good taste, and this is even a mid-grade famous weapon, which is already quite rare in the world.
Although the format is different from the Sakura Sword, Qing'er is quite comfortable in using it.
Becoming a drag on Mr. Qin... hindering Mr. Qin's progress... must not happen!
"ah!"
Qing'er was like a vengeful Shura rushing out of hell, rushing straight into the fighting crowd.
The short blade in her hand was like the scythe of death. It struck extremely harshly at the trachea, heart, throat, and back of the head. Once it was struck, a life would be harvested.
What makes the warriors of the Longyan family even more frightened is that Qing'er's fighting style is completely life-threatening, as if he doesn't care about paying blood for blood or the pain at all.
She would rather someone chop her with a knife than pierce the other person's chest with a short blade.
This determination, this almost desperate effort, this guilt-ridden mentality that makes you want to die, actually made Qing'er's martial arts even more refined.
After all, the core of Japanese ninjutsu is tolerance and hatred.
But now, these two points in Qingzi's heart have been improved to an extremely high level.
There are some things that she will never allow to happen!
Absolutely not!
Yan Lingyun also noticed this crazy woman who was frantically harvesting the lives of her men. He frowned and was about to deal with her, but found that a fireball was heading straight towards his face.