Bei Gongjing clasped his hands behind his back and looked at Leng Qingqiu with a sneer: "How about it, little girl, do you still want to fight?"
In his opinion, the woman in front of him will definitely give up.
Unexpectedly, Leng Qingqiu said firmly: "Of course we will fight!"
Just after saying these words, she could no longer suppress the injury she had just suffered and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Bei Gongjing said: "Little girl, if you still retreat despite being so seriously injured, you are seeking death."
Leng Qingqiu raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up straight again.
"Fighting for him, why not die?"
The words were not loud, but firm and clear, and spread to every corner at the foot of the mountain.
Suddenly the people watching were excited.
"Is this woman mentally ill? She still wants to fight even though she knows she is going to die."
"Yes, they are all so seriously injured. There is only one result of fighting, only death..."
"I now fucking suspect that the man named Ye Bufan knows sorcery and made this woman lose her mind."
"If there is such a beautiful woman who loves me so much, it would be worth it for me to die immediately..."
"Since you want to die, then I will help you."
Bei Gong Jing has lost his patience. Just now, in order to maintain his image as a master, he did not kill anyone, but now he has murderous intentions.
As soon as I thought about it, another thick lightning bolt appeared above my head. This time the lightning was more than twice as long as before, and it was as thick as an adult's thigh.
The surface of the lightning was densely covered with thunder, and it kept making crackling sounds, which was extremely terrifying.
"Silly woman, run away quickly or you will die."
Leng Qingqiu's pretty appearance and infatuation won her a lot of favor, and countless people were shouting at the foot of the mountain.
But she was standing there now, her eyes becoming more determined, and a faint smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
At this moment, my mind was like a movie, replaying the scenes I had with that man, sweet and happy.
"You have saved me so many times, and I will give you this life back today."
She murmured something, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.
"If you persist in your stubbornness, go to hell."
After Bei Gongjing finished speaking, the bolt of lightning suddenly shot out, carrying the power of heaven and earth with a terrifying momentum.
"Xiaofan, I'm leaving first."
Leng Qingqiu frantically circulated the energy in his body and jumped towards the lightning.
"What a pity, such a good woman."
Seeing the scene in front of them, the onlookers sighed.
A sneer twitched at the corner of Bei Gongjing's lips. This time he used all his strength. This lightning was not something that the woman in front of him could block.
Seeing the lightning getting closer and closer to Leng Qingqiu, he was about to die.
At this moment, an angry shout came from the foot of the mountain.
"Beigong Jing, how dare you."
The voice originally came from the foot of the mountain, but in an instant a figure came to the mountainside, blocked in front of Leng Qingqiu, and slashed out with a sword light in his hand.
The same sword was swung out, but this sword light was a hundred times more powerful than what Leng Qingqiu showed before.
The sharp sword light swept through the surrounding heaven and earth energy, forming a whirlwind that instantly surrounded the thunder and lightning, and finally disappeared invisibly.
Not to mention that, the sword light did not disappear, but continued to slash towards Bei Gongjing.
Bei Gongjing, who was originally leisurely and comfortable, suddenly changed his expression. He had realized how powerful the person coming was. He was actually a master of the Heavenly Dzogchen level.
He hurriedly waved his hands repeatedly and swung out a series of wind blades, finally barely blocking the sword energy.
"Master."
After Leng Qingqiu saw the person clearly, his body suddenly softened and he fell into Master Aoba's arms.
"You silly girl, why did you come here by yourself?"
Master Aoba blamed him with affection.
"His cultivation level is only at the early stage of heaven level. I want to fight for him."
"You, you are such a stupid boy. Where can you be a good teacher and it's your turn?"
Master Aoba said as he placed Leng Qingqiu on a smooth boulder nearby, "You rest here and take on this battle for the master."
After speaking, she held the long sword in her hand and looked over with a cold look.
"Beigong Jing, as a senior, you actually attack a junior, are you still shameless?"
"I have repeatedly held back, but it's a pity that this little girl is stubborn. Since the master is here now, please take her back."
Bei Gongjing said this, but secretly complained in his heart.
At the end of the day, in order to show off, he said that the other party could invite famous people from all over the world, and he could do it alone.
I thought that a young boy wouldn't know too many masters, but I didn't expect to find a mid-level heaven-level old nun. Instead, an old nun with a perfect level of heaven-level came here.
His attainments in magic have not yet reached the pinnacle.
At most, they are comparable to warriors in the later stages of Heaven Level, but there is still a certain gap between them and Heaven Level Dzogchen.
Master Qingye glanced at him and said, "I will take over this battle for Xiaofan, let's do it."
"Who is this old nun? She looks very powerful."
"Of course, didn't you hear what I said? The woman just now was just her apprentice. The apprentices are so powerful, so of course the master doesn't need to say anything..."
"I'm becoming more and more curious about Ye Bufan. I don't dare to come forward, but the women I find are more powerful than the last..."
Bei Gongjing's expression changed. He had no way out now, so he could only bite the bullet and said: "Master, are you sure you want to fight with me?"
"Stop talking nonsense and let's do it."
Master Aoba pointed his long sword forward, and the sharp sword energy swept over him.
Cultivation has reached the realm of heaven-level Dzogchen, and a casual move can reach an earth-shattering level.
Bei Gongjing no longer cared about his superior demeanor, and while retreating, he summoned lightning and faced the incoming sword energy one after another.
Finally, after exerting all his strength, he finally blocked this wave of attacks, but his robe was still scratched seven or eight times by the sword energy, and he looked a little embarrassed.
The people at the foot of the mountain couldn't see clearly. They just felt that Bei Gongjing summoned dozens of thunder and lightning at once, which looked very dazzling.
Only some warriors with extremely high cultivation levels can see that he is completely at a disadvantage at this moment.
"Wake it up for me."
After taking a breath, Beigong Jing shouted loudly, and saw thick fog rising halfway up the mountain. A white mist instantly engulfed Master Qingye and Leng Qingqiu.
Master Aoba's expression changed. He didn't expect that the other party had prepared a formation in advance.
Although she has reached the realm of Heavenly Perfection, she knows nothing about battle tactics.
Although with her strong cultivation, this formation could not do anything to her, she could not break the formation for a while and could only be trapped inside.
Bei Gongjing let out a long breath. Fortunately, he was prepared in advance, otherwise he would not be able to deal with this old nun.
Everyone at the foot of the mountain saw the blue sky and white sun, and everyone was dumbfounded when Bei Gongjing summoned such a huge mist.
"Master Beigong is really powerful, he can do anything to control the wind and rain..."
"Yes, that old nun looks very powerful, but after all, she is still no match for Master Beigong..."
"I heard that the old nun has reached heaven-level perfection. Even such a master is no match for Master Beigong. It seems that the master is invincible..."
Bei Gongjing clasped his hands behind his back, regained his previous masterful demeanor, and shouted to the people at the foot of the mountain: "Junior Ye Bufan, noon is here, don't you dare to come out and fight?"
