Villain: I am not good at fighting.

Liu Muqing stood up from the rocky ruins, opened her mouth slightly and swallowed a third-level Xiaohuan Pill, and the spiritual power in her body quickly recovered.

Twenty-four flying sword magic weapons were arranged into a formation with Liu Muqing as the center.

The open sword is for killing, the hidden spell is for magic.

Yin and Yang are in harmony, and the universe is at peace.

Yin Xiu's sword energy was invisible and formless. Fang Jianyi stood in the void, looking at Liu Muqing who was surrounded by the sword formation. His spiritual sense sent out a signal of danger.

After waiting for a while, Monk Juetu's light of escape caught up, and Fang Jianyi whispered:

"Uncle Juetu, you deal with her golden body, and I will break the sword formation."

"Brother Fang, are you sure?"

Fang Jianyi held the sword across his chest and said proudly:

"In terms of swordsmanship, I have never lost to my peers!"

Sword formation is also a kind of swordsmanship. Fang Jianyi descended from the sky and broke directly into the Lingxiao sword formation. In an instant, crisis warnings came from all directions.

"Well done!"

Fang Jianyi laughed heartily, and the sword followed him like a swimming dragon. There was a sound of clang, clang, clang, and the sword energy as dense as spider silk was swept away one by one by the Moying Sword.

Looking from above, it looked like a circle of transparent nets that trapped Fang Jianyi, but the nets followed Fang Jianyi wherever he went.

On the contrary, Tiangang, the net follows the fish. At this time, several extremely sinister cold sword auras burst out from the depths of the sword formation, and Fang Jian's sword light split into shadows.

He created two sword energies, attacking the cold evil from the left and right respectively, avoiding a head-on confrontation with the cold evil and slowing down his own movements. A battle was also taking place in the sky.

Liu Muqing was doing two things at once, the Bodhi Dharma Image that was blessing the high-level giant power talisman and the angry Vajra Dharma Image of monk Juetu, the battle was hard to distinguish.

Monk Juetu's wrathful Vajra is a magical power that is related to the cultivation of monsters and ghosts, and Liu Muqing is a Buddhist monk like him.

All these methods have lost their effect. Liu Muqing had just been promoted to the Jindan stage not long ago, and his Dharma image has not yet been solidified, let alone the Dharma image supernatural power.

Just like her natal magic weapon, she hasn't had time to practice it. Fortunately, she has quite a few mid-grade and high-grade magic weapons, as well as various elixirs and high-level talismans for endurance.

In the short term, the old monk Juetu could not do anything to him.

In the distance, Xie Xiaoyu was wandering on the edge of the battlefield, worried and conflicted, his dark purple eyes concealing deep hesitation.

Inside the sword formation, Fang Jianyi had already passed the first level of the Lingxiao Sword Formation and was less than ten feet away from Liu Muqing. The second level was filled with wind and snow.

Every snowflake contains sword intent. This is Liu Muqing's Taixuan Taoism and the Supreme Forgetful Sword Intention, but she does not want to enter the world of mortals.

The true meaning of Tai Shang Wang Qing was deviated, and the sword formation also had flaws. Fang Jianyi keenly captured the node where the sword formation was interrupted.

The Mo Ying Sword swept away the wind and snow, and cut out a soft and slow sword energy. Then the others walked leisurely along with the sword, following behind the sword energy.

The wind and snow stopped, blood flowed out of Liu Muqing's mouth, revealing an intoxicating smile, and Fang Jian's dark shadow was slanted across her neck.

"Stop it, your swordsmanship is not proficient enough."

Liu Muqing tilted her head slightly and glanced at Xie Xiaoyu in the distance, with a smile on her face.

"Sword cultivators only cultivate the sword in their hands, not the Dharma. In terms of swordsmanship, I am indeed not as good as you now. However, Senior Brother Fang, you are right."

As the sharp sword sounded, Fang Jian felt a tightness in his chest and vomited blood, as if his heart was pierced by a sharp blade.

"how come……"

The big sound is loud, the elephant is invisible.

In the solo field that only sound cultivators could enter, the frequency emitted by the sword finally coincided with the frequency emitted by Fang Jianyi's body.

The outcome is decided!

Liu Muqing took out the Cicada Wing Sword and looked down at the motionless Fang Jianyi from above, and the tip of the sword slowly slid towards his Dantian.

"Brother Fang, don't blame me for being ruthless. That old bald donkey is protected by his Dharma image, and the sound spell can't find his flaws, so I can only attack you."

"stop!"

Xie Xiaoyu's anxious shouts were heard in the distance. The angry Vajra image of the old monk Tiankong Juetu tried his best to repel Liu Muqing's Bodhi image by dozens of feet.

However, Liu Muqing remained unmoved. Without any hesitation, the Cicada Wing Sword stabbed towards the golden elixir in Fang Jian's sea of ​​energy.

"I told you to stop!"

what?

Liu Muqing's hair suddenly stood on end, and her spiritual sense gave her a strong warning of crisis. Without time to think, she quickly stepped back, but she was still a step too late.

The cicada-wing sword fell to the ground, and a piercing pain came from his right hand, penetrating deep into his bones. Liu Muqing looked down at his right hand.

The flesh and blood were melting away, as if being eaten by something invisible. The white bones were mixed with blood. How could this be called a hand?

It was clear that only a skeleton was left.

what! ! !

The intense pain stimulated the brain, and the sound of the lyre played frantically, preventing the creature that was gnawing at the flesh and blood from spreading to the body.

Liu Muqing obeyed the call of the weapon spirit, freed her left hand to summon the Cicada Wing Sword, cut off her right arm at the root, then quickly took out a pill and swallowed it.

The bloody evil energy in the body was driven towards the broken arm, barely stopping the injury, but Liu Muqing's face was visibly pale.

What was that just now?

Liu Muqing circulated her spiritual power, injected it into her pupils, and looked towards the place where the abnormality had just occurred. The void there was wriggling, and transparent strange hands were climbing out.

Is this... a ghost?

It's not an ordinary ghost, it seems to be a "箍魉" from the six realms of reincarnation.

This kind of thing will not appear in the human world unless someone summons it. Liu Muqing's eyes were fixed on Xie Xiaoyu in the distance.

At this moment, blood was flowing from Xie Xiaoyu's eyes, her pupils turned from light purple to dark purple, her body lost strength, and she fell from the magic weapon, with a tide of monsters and beasts below her.

"lady!"

Fang Jianyi controlled the Moying Sword and wanted to save people, but the meridians in his body were crushed by Liu Muqing's sound spell, and he was unable to control the sword for a short time.

However, Liu Muqing reacted quickly, a black figure flashed, and her only remaining left hand hugged the falling figure.

The Lingxiao sword formation spread out in circles, cutting all the approaching monsters into pieces.

"Old monk, if you come any closer, beware of her life!"

Liu Muqing used her arms as claws to grab Xie Xiaoyu's vital point and threatened Jue Tu coldly.

"Amitabha."

Old monk Juetu frowned, unsure of Liu Muqing's attitude, so he had to settle for the next best thing. He came to Fang Jianyi, transferred his Qi to help him repair his broken meridians.

"If you want to kill me, why bother saving me? You're just pretending and being hypocritical!"

Xie Xiaoyu in his arms raised his hand and slapped Liu Muqing on the face, angry at her for not stopping.

It’s just that Xie Xiaoyu was very weak and it looked like he was stroking Liu Muqing’s cheek.

"It would be a pity to kill you. You can still be useful if you keep me alive."

"Really? It's a pity that I can't see it now, otherwise I really want to see your expression now."

"It's definitely better looking than you."

"I have a man I like, but you don't."

……

"I don't like men."

"If you don't like men, do you like women?"

"Hmm~ Guess!"

Xie Xiaoyu's purple pupils, which had temporarily lost their luster, widened, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and then he reacted.

"You idiot, if you liked women, Zhiyun and I would have been... um... um..."

Xie Xiaoyu's mouth was blocked by another mouth. She felt a soft, moist fragrance. She felt something inside Liu Muqing's body passing into her body along the tip of her tongue.