At this moment, no matter whether it was the Nine Words who presided over the ceremony of sacrifice to heaven, Qingge, Ji Yue and others who watched the battle, they could not help Liu Yan'er.

Only by relying on Liu Yan'er's own ability to overcome this danger.

Qingge's hand, which was placed on the chair handle, clenched tightly, staring slightly, and staring deeply at Liu Yan'er.

If something happens to Mr. Liu, she will never let Mu Ruge and Lingxu go!

The snow girl stood on one side of the Dongzhou camp, took a breath, and murmured in a low voice: "Using ice as the bones and snow as the muscles is both snow and snowflakes. Success and failure are in a thought!"

Liu Yan'er's body was pushed on the top of the storm, lying on her back, her hands, head and legs drooping weakly.

The blue fire intertwined into a big net. While shackles bound her, it was also burning her skin hotly. The thousands of blades burst out like meteors chasing the moon.

The dazzling sunset and the dark red sky as red as blood, tens of thousands of practitioners dared not blink, their hearts pounded, and instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.

Especially the practitioners in Dongzhou, their expressions were nervous, their eyes were full of endless anger, and they were also worried that Liu Yan'er was in danger.

Liu Yan'er has a charming face, but the heroic spirit between her eyebrows is like an iron-blooded female general. The scar that spreads to her collarbone is her merit and blood.

Her personality has always been careless, talks about things, is arrogant and arrogant, and is trying to get into trouble for her brothers. Most of the people in Dongzhou and the people of Yeshen Palace like Mr. Liu.

Among the crowds in the Dongzhou Camp, former Fengyun Town practitioners gathered together with Xiao Richen.

Xiao Richen looked up at the towering storm. It seemed that there was a terrible force brewing in the storm, enough to strangle everything and crush the world into the end of the world.

Xiao Richen clenched his sleeved shirt lightly, his face was expressionless, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and he tried hard to curb his emotions, and worries appeared deep in his eyes.

Mu Ruge is a high-level mysterious spirit. Even if Liu Yan'er, the great spirit master, has the ability to be in heaven and has the heaven-defying treasure, cannot turn over this game.

In the face of absolute strength gap, practitioners must recognize reality, otherwise they will not know it themselves.

The blade gathered from all directions, with extremely fast speed and aura like thunder, piercing into the body of Mr. Liu who was burning in the blue flames.

How can a fragile body withstand such a blow?

Mr. Liu let out a low growl in pain.

Master Yang Hong sighed: "It is already very good that with the great spiritual master's class, it is enough to do this..."

Unfortunately, Liu Yan'er's opponent is Mu Ruge, a cruel girl.

Under the attack of Qinghuo and Blade, Liu Yan'er will inevitably be crushed to pieces and die without a complete corpse.

The strong wind blew up Mu Ruge's face-covering veil, her red lips curled with a cold smile, and she looked at the storm at the high altitude with mocking sarcasm.

In the blazing blue fire, an ice-blue light bloomed.

Another low growl.

The snow in the sky fluttered and fell, the ice and snow extinguished the green fire, and a figure stood on the storm.

She was still wearing a very short red dress, revealing her slender and fair legs, with her skirts flying on all sides, and her hair was like a waterfall.

Liu Yan'er stood at the highest point of the Jinluo Platform of Mingyuan Villa, stepped on the storm, crushed the blade with ice and snow, and looked down at Mu Ruge from a high place.

"I want to kill you Mr. Liu?"

"I'm really dreaming..."

Murmur in a low voice.

In an instant, the storm dissipated and Liu Yan'er was no longer seen at the sky.

The spectators looked closely and tried to find the disappeared Mr. Liu.

Suddenly, when heavy snow was rising, the wind and snow turned into the east side of the golden rays, and he was smiling at Mu Ruge.

Mu Ruge was shocked, her pupils tightened, she bit her silver teeth, and then grabbed the Emperor-Slaying Sword, released the power of the spirit of the weapon, and slashed at Liu Yan'er with one knife.

This knife slashed Liu Yan'er's body, and Liu Yan'er immediately turned into snow and snow, dancing in the golden wisps, and disappeared again like a ghost.

Behind Mu Ruge, Liu Yan'er sneer sneered. Mu Ruge suddenly turned around and turned his head, slashed with another knife, just like before, slashed the scattered snowflakes.

Liu Yan'er appeared more than a dozen times in a row, and Mu Ruge slashed more than a dozen times without hitting a single knife.

The changes on the Golden Thread Platform caught off guard.

Mu Ruge became more and more angry, and the knife was faster and faster, and it became more and more fierce. However, the knife fell as if it was hit on cotton and was weak, and it was difficult to take back, so it was completely empty.

Finally, in the air, the wind and snow flew, gathering together. Among them, the outline of Liu's body gradually appeared, looking down at Mu Ruge who was angry and embarrassed: "The high-level Xuanling, but this is the case."

After saying that, Master Liu waved his hand lightly, the ice and snow condensed, the ice cone fell, and Mu Ruge rolled on the ground, dodging frantically.

Suddenly, Liu Yan'er rushed out of the air at a rapid speed, holding a knife in her left hand, and fighting against the Emperor-Slaying Sword with a high-level weapon spirit, but she was not at a disadvantage.

Seeing that Mu Ruge had already struggled and gradually lost.

Mu Ruge once again accumulated mysterious spiritual power. When he wanted to attack Liu Yan's son, Liu Yan'er chuckled and Fengxue protected the blade of the waning moon for the shield, and then slashed at Mu Ruge's sky spirit cover.

Mu Ruge barely fell to the ground and rolled to the left in time. Even though Mu Ruge was very fast, she still couldn't resist the knife.

The left arm was cut off by the Cangyue Knife.

The left arm that fell on the ground turned into a ray of blue fire and disappeared!

Liu Yan'er condensed the wind snow blade again, flew out from the snowflakes, and stabbed Mu Ruge with a knife.

Mu Ruge supported the ground with his right hand and ran away. The Cangyue Knife still slashed through the shoulder blade behind her.

Liu Yan'er frowned. Her knife did not penetrate Mu Ruge's bones, but just cracked a crack on it.

Liu Yan'er looked at Mu Ruge's empty left shoulder and couldn't figure it out. Why could she cut her left arm? The bones on her right shoulder were as hard as iron.

While Liu Yan'er was in a trance, Mu Ruge vomited blood from the mouth, escaped from the battle platform, broke through thousands of golden wisps, and rolled on the ground several times. Liu Yan'er walked forward, and the heavy snow fluttered, like crystal holy light, pouring into her body bit by bit, forming a cloak of holy light, as if picking up the beauty of white moonlight, like the fairy of snow and ice, and giving birth to that little charming

The breath, a bit of bloodthirsty, gave this beauty another charm.

Mu Ruge hurriedly fled in panic, not even caring about the Emperor-Slaying Knife that fell on the Jinluotai. She ran towards the direction of Zhonglinshan Camp, spitting blood in her mouth.

Liu Yan'er walked behind her slowly, and her cloak swayed slightly, like the moonlight turning into a waterfall.

It seemed as leisurely and slowly as if it was strolling in the garden, but it soon came to Mu Ruge and blocked his way. The cloak spread out the snowflakes, and ice chains tied up Mu Ruge.

Liu Yan'er's eyes shrank slightly, murderous intent was everywhere, and her mind was about to smash Mu Ruge with an ice chain.

However, Mu Ruge's body was even harder and terrifying than she thought, like a rotten stone. Except for the skin being slashed and the bones appearing, there was no deeper injury.

Liu Yan'er had to take action, and a vast force of stars transformed Liu Yan'er's ice chain.

A man walked slowly, stood in front of Mu Ruge, blocking all his anger.

Mu Ruge looked up in shock. Zhong Linshan was wearing black clothes and a cloak, and the power of stars lingered between his arms.

There was an uproar everywhere, all of which were gasping for air conditioning.

"King Zhong Lin actually understood the rare power of stars. How did he do it?"

"I am really worthy of being King Zhong Lin, and I am a role model for us. It is very rare to be able to comprehend the power of stars at his age."

“…”

The power of stars can only be understood when he was a seven-star spiritual master, but King Zhong Lin understood it in the Xuanling Realm, which was enough to shock the world.

"I heard that King Zhong Lin had obtained a star grass before, and took this opportunity to understand the power of the star." The Lord of the Dark Palace said softly.

The leader of the Fantasy Moon pursed his lips slightly: "King Zhong Lin can always create miracles. In the past three hundred years, he is probably the first to comprehend the power of stars." "It is indeed surprising to understand the power of stars with the help of the Star Grass, but only the power of stars in the seven-star realm is real." The Lord of the Dark Palace said: "Look at the power of stars, it is not perfectly condensed and has not been able to exert its maximum power."

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Qingge closed his eyes and looked at the farce indifferently.

Senior Gu Long couldn't help but say, "Girl, you should take out your power of stars and let him see what is the real power of stars."

Qingge shrugged, she was not interested in competing with King Zhong Lin. However, when King Zhong Lin was about to take Mu Ruge away, Qingge stood up, stood in plain clothes, and was a little breeze, graceful and dignified, elegant and calm: "King Zhong Lin, Jin Lu fought, Mu Ruge broke the rules of the Ninth Palace to kill people, Zhong Lin

Should we give an explanation to Dongzhou?"

"Mu Ruge broke the rules, I will send her to the Nine Realms and be punished by the Nine Realms." King Zhong Lin said.

Mu Ruge was fighting on behalf of Zhong Lin. The golden thread was broken, so he naturally would not watch Mu Ruge be bullied by Liu Yan'er.

"Master Yang, the third battle is over." King Zhong Lin looked at Master Yang Hong.

Yang Hong was stunned for a long time, and was shocked by the power of the stars of King Zhong Lin. Hearing this, he swallowed his saliva and faced tens of thousands of people: "Zhong Lin, Dongzhou will win the third battle, Dongzhou will win, please send people to fight."

"Mu Ruge, remember your Master Liu's name, don't have nightmares." Liu Yan'er said.

Mu Ruge stood up in a mess and looked at Liu Yan'er unwillingly.

Liu Yan'er sneered with her knife, sneered, and snorted with disdain.

The holy light gathered in her body, a moon-colored cloak, like the wind of a divine residence, had its own fragrance and fairy spirit.

"Prisoning for strength and bullying the weak is just a coward. Which of the real heroes in the world walks up with the blood and bones of the weak? They are all real guns and fight with flesh and blood." Liu Yan'er said sarcastically.

There are too many people in the world who are eager for quick success and instant benefits, with higher ambitions and inferior strength, but they still have a lot of imagination!

Liu Yan'er only admires one person, that is the empress she follows.

Although he became famous at a young age, he was down-to-earth, worked hard step by step, bleeding and sweating.

The empress never bullies the weak with the strong, and will not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Even if it is cruel, she will treat enemies who are unforgivable to die.

How can I control my cruel personality? What is the difference between it and that fierce beast?
To be continued...