Facing the sword light, Nan Songzi cursed softly, and his sleeves blew, and the real evil was like a tide, driving the surrounding atmosphere, instantly generating thousands of tiny twisted vortexes, dissolving the sharpness and leading to the sword momentum. The real evil that the Huandan monk has condensed for hundreds of years is extraordinary. Although it has not really exploded, it is stranded and entangled with each other. The sword light that was originally moving forward seemed to have fallen into a swamp, and the momentum is coming.

However, this sword was frustrated, and there was another sword light across the sky at the top of the mountain, and the rainbow bridge flew. With the previous sword light, the sword was even more powerful, and it was different from the previous sword light. This sword was not just a flying sword to hurt people, but someone came to control the sword. When it came back, the light quickly converged, and a figure inside appeared, with a thin body, a mysterious crown of Taoist robe, and a sword was wiped horizontally with a void.

Nan Songzi attaches more importance to this sword. If he guessed correctly, this is a very famous sword technique in Lichen Sect, called "The Sword of Wukuo", which is somewhat incompatible with the methods he learned from the Wanxiang Sect and is very troublesome.

Especially when this is very tangled...

"Young fellows from Lichen Sect, are you finished?"

Nan Songzi was really annoyed. When he first took action, in order to avoid making enemies with the Lichen Sect, a giant in the cultivation world, he was still very restrained. He just destroyed his iFlytek and used methods to trap the two of them. Unexpectedly, the female crown cultivation inside was so powerful that she broke through so quickly and chased after her unyieldingly.

At this moment, if he let go of his actions, Nan Songzi would be 50% sure to deal with the disciple of Lichen Sect, but after all, he was afraid, so his subordinates slowed down. A light explosion in the air, and the real evil did not have any tricks to collide directly. He blasted away two sword lights in succession based on his cultivation.

The sword light was hit and penetrated straight. Half of the sword driver's body fell into the water, but it raised its breath and topped the water surface. Under the simple and inconspicuous Taoist robe, he was thin and his face was extremely beautiful, which was Mengwei, who had never seen tonight.

"Is Senior Sister Murong safe?"

Compared to Murong Qingyan's style, Meng Wei's simple dress seems inconspicuous, but the two female cultivators don't have to distinguish between the top and bottom of the game, they are just surprisingly harmonious and pleasing to the eye.

Murong Qingyan smiled slightly: "Shang Hao, but Junior Sister Meng, why bother to come and go again?"

Meng Wei's expression was calm: "The practitioners should abstain from killing and cherish their lives, but there are examples in the sect's precepts. Nan Songzi, a rebellious disciple of the Wanxiang Sect, insulted his fellow disciples, rebelled from the sect, and had traveled on both sides of the Cangjiang River for 40 years. Bad people practiced and had no evil deeds, and they were the most shameless person in the world. Any disciple of Lichen Sect who met this person can be killed!"

She held an ancient pine-patterned sword in her hand, which was simple and unpretentious, with a stern posture, but there was a sword light flying around her body. She only saw the crystal light that was dazzling, making people unable to see clearly. She felt that it was much thinner than the sword in her hand, quite magical.

"Well, that's the Lichen Sect's 'Shen Shang Sword Art'."

Nan Songzi had a very good knowledge and quickly guessed some of Meng Wei's background. His eyes looked back and forth at the two female cultivators. When he stayed on Meng Wei, there was a fire in his heart. However, he was not a real madman after all, and he quickly extinguished his thoughts and finally turned his eyes to the graceful figure on the lake.

He had made up his mind to ignore anything, first use thunder to capture Murong Qingyan, and then flew thousands of miles away. By then, no one could do anything to him!

Therefore, a junior exposed the truth, but he ignored it and only launched an attack directly in his hands.

His claws were protruding out, and the waves surged. The splashing water spurted each other. In a blink of an eye, there was mist on the lake surface. Then a thin layer of mist appeared, vaguely vaguely, vaguely appearing. The light source above the lake surface seemed to have been adjusted, and the penetration of the light became weaker, and combined with the fog that first appeared on the lake surface, forming a light mist that confuses the eyes and covers the entire lake surface.

Then, Nan Songzi painted the empty painting again, and in a blink of an eye, a talisman was written, and it was ignited in the sky, and the light of inspiration fell into the fog on the lake.

"It's a 'pictographic image according to the situation', be careful of the illusion!"

Murong Qingyan reminded softly, Meng nodded slightly, then calmed down her eyes and calmed down. When she opened her eyes, her bright eyes became clearer.

She practiced hard since childhood and was skilled in breaking all false "Sword of Unconfusedness" and had a strong resistance to illusions. Before, Nan Songzi trapped her and Li You with the illusion array, so she broke through the formation first and dealt with the illusion that came from the same origin, and also had some experience.

But, why did the two people by the lake encounter this?

She was referring to Yu Ci and Baoguang who were protruding their heads on the shore of the lake.

When Meng Wei Fei Jian came, she didn't see the two people due to the angle of the mountain she was in. She couldn't help but feel a little worried when she saw it. The battle at the level of the elixir level has a very large impact, and the two junior brothers' cultivation is still shallow. If it is affected, it will be her sin.

However, she soon saw that the two people on the shore were retreating and sank into the shadow of the mountain. Soon a cloud of clouds slowly started, almost approaching the mountain, flying to the sky, sank into the night.

Before her eyes, Nan Songzi's offensive came, but Meng Wei felt a lighter: "It must be Junior Brother Yu, Junior Brother Baoguang is not as smart as him."

A distracted person had lost his chance, but he was not in a state of mind. The pine-patterned sword in her hand was even more natural. She didn't see any tricks, but the sword energy was harmonious and its sharpness was restrained. It was about a tiny circle outside her body. The chaos formed by the splash of lake water and the murderous intent were all resolved one by one outside the circle.

The sword light outside his body was like a live fish, sweeping and swimming inside and outside the circle, with extraordinary spirituality. Nan Songzi tentatively attacked two moves, and both touched the edge, and then retreated.

Meng Wei knew that Nan Songzi was using the magic of "pictograms according to the situation" to isolated her. The target of this scum was still on Murong Qingyan. Sure enough, Murong Qingyan encountered difficulties in the fog. Her figure had not stopped, drifting and flashing rapidly. At the same time, the real evil was stirring, and the sound of qi burst was endless. But most of it was hit in the empty space. Even though it was rumbling, the light fog on the lake surface not only did not dissipate, but became more and more intense.

Nan Songzi disappeared in the fog, constantly maintaining pressure on the female cultivator, but did not really attack. She was accumulating strength and preparing to take a thunder attack.

Whether in the scene or in essence, Nan Songzi has an absolute advantage over Murong Qingyan. This is very consistent with the difference between the two levels: the former is the upper level of the return alchemy, which is only one step away from Buxu, while Murong Qingyan is the early level of the return alchemy, which is two levels different from each other. It can only be said that he has some resistance, but he has almost no chance of victory.

Meng Wei saw all this very clearly, so she kept it. Until one moment, she saw Murong Qingyan's very subtle expression, which was specifically for her.

The next moment, the sword energy circle around Mengwei suddenly contracted, and the force of internal pressure drove the body, and it shot like lightning.

Earlier, Murong Qingyan seemed to be unable to continue his strength, revealing a flaw in the true evil turning point. This flaw was so fatal that the pressure maintained by Nan Songzi was like a flood that broke the dam. He suddenly found a breakthrough and started a loud bang.

The center of gravity of the battle on the lake was tilted instantly, and Nan Songzi's attention inevitably turned to Murong Qingyan's side. This was a change driven by the energy, and it was difficult to be diverted by human will.

One has increased and the other has become weaker, and the relaxation of Mengwei's side has led to no longer being clamped outside the female crown body. Her figure seemed to be attracted by a magnet, throwing towards Murong Qingyan.

This was a seamless echo of energy. The two female cultivators seemed to have a heart-to-heart relationship and merged their originally isolated situations together at once, and this was not over yet.

The power accumulated by Nan Songzi was induced by the energy, but at this time, he suddenly couldn't find an accurate target.

At this moment, after several consecutive interlacings of body shapes and more complex qi changes, Murong Qingyan and Meng Wei's breaths were mixed. The current situation was as if Nan Songzi was working hard to lift a heavy object that exceeded his limit and was about to smash people, but the person in front of him was gone. Instead, he was in danger of being crushed to death.

The situation forced Nan Songzi to make a choice. He growled, and his figure that had been hidden in the fog appeared out of thin air. He was stumbled out of thin air based on his feelings.

Unfortunately, he made the wrong choice.

What you meet with your fingertips is the sword tip of the pine-patterned sword!

Crushed by Nan Songzi's thick true evil spirit, there was a continuous burst of sound in the air. Not only was the power of the true evil spirit unparalleled, but even the sound of the explosion could shake the soul. Moreover, there was a faint shadow sucking in the fingers of the bent palms and fingers, and a strange fragrance was thrust into the nose. It was a vicious magic weapon that Nan Songzi had refined in recent years. He was planning to use it to control Murong Qingyan and do whatever he wanted.

However, such a blow hit Meng Wei's sword.

Mengwei's body moved back rapidly, but the loose sword was shaking slightly, and it swung and stabilized. At this moment, the roaring sound of the air waves on the lake surface seemed to sweep across the boundless grassland, roaring and flowing, but there was no direction.

The same was true for Nan Songzi. He had accumulating force to hit the outer layer of the sword energy under Meng Weibu, but he felt that it was not strong enough, just like the river hitting the smooth reef, and it was like a whip turning gyro. The greater the power, the more stable the opponent stood.

Of course, this "stability" is relatively speaking when Mengwei retreats rapidly.

In his feeling, Meng Wei at this time was clearly a round and flawless sphere that rotated rapidly under the drive of its internal core, eliminated all external forces, and even turned external forces for one's own use. There was a momentum of attack at any time.

The "momentum" is the surroundings of the female crown, which is increasingly dazzling with the sword energy flowing.

"At a young age, why do you have a really evil look on your body? After many tries, you will never have any flaws?"

Nan Songzi's emotions became increasingly difficult to control. He felt that Murong Qingyan seemed to be away. This made him let go of everything. Regardless of the female crown in front of him, it might be a rising star that Li Chen Sect attaches great importance to, and what consequences would be caused by her. He only shook his wrist, and the magic weapon wrapped around his arm was about to be released.

At this moment, a clear sound was like a jade chime, bright and distant, ringing in his ears.

Nan Songzi was stunned and turned his head to take a look. With just one glance, his eyes turned red:

"The big hole true talisman is indeed in your hands!"
Chapter completed!