The cold air in the sword formation continued to gather and finally condensed into the shape of a sword.

"Is this?" The woman in the blue tent looked at the cold sword, thinking about it.

"You can freeze my junior brother's whisk, but I can give birth to a cold sword out of thin air." Bai Wumei was placed in the sword formation, and every move could make the cold sword energy around her tremble. "If you have to seek death, you can only ask for it."

The woman in the blue tent took back her sword move and retreated not far away, but did not completely withdraw from the range of the Bai Wumei sword formation. Instead, she was watching the flowers and plants constantly stained with frost on the ground, and remained silent.

"Is this Bai Wumei actually going to kill her?" Gongsun Shilan was the first to feel the strong murderous intent.

"What? He just said that he was the deputy sect leader of Tingyu Sect. Tingyu Sect is at least the leader of the five major sword sects. In Quandu's card, does the deputy sect leader actually dare to kill people directly in broad daylight?" Although Luo Feiyu didn't get involved in the world, he still understood the basic rules of the world. After listening to it, he looked disbelief.

"Do you know what the original name of Fu Wangxuan, the leader of Tingyu Sect, was?" Gongsun Shilan asked.

"I don't know who Fu Wangxuan is, but what he originally named?" Luo Feiyu took out his ears.

"'I have a wine that I can pay for the green mountains'." Gongsun Shilan paused and said in a deep voice.

"Wine Demon Fu Qingshan?" Luo Feiyu exclaimed in a low voice, and his fingers that were pursing his ears were also stunned in the air.

Many years ago, there was a swordsman who was originally a prodigal son who was bored and drunk. Later, due to a certain accident, he became a devil who killed people. His blood and sins stained his sword. The righteous path in the martial arts world failed to encircle and suppress it repeatedly. In the end, he fought with a woman and disappeared from the world.

"Yes. He is now the leader of Tingyu Sect and the only evil person who escapes safely and unharmed from my mother's sword. The sect leader is still like this, where can the deputy sect leader get?" Gongsun Shilian said quietly.

Bai Wumei took a step forward and held the condensed cold sword. The cold sword formation that had gathered before also floated, freeing up space for the cold long edge.

Then he swung his sword down violently.

The woman's pupils that were dissipated due to her trance finally condensed and moved.

She jumped upwards, and in an instant she was three feet away from the ground.

"Chang!" Bai Wumei shouted angrily, and the cold air of the surrounding sword formation immediately gathered towards the cold sword, and the cold sword became longer and sharper.

"Do you think you can avoid it by jumping up?" Bai Wumei sneered.

"This sword technique is!" Luo Feiyu opened his eyes wide.

The woman in the blue tent did not answer, but floated up gracefully. The blue tent on her body was bulging by the cold air coming to her face, revealing her delicate face as snowy as possible.

Such an iceberg beauty should indeed be cold.

This did not surprise everyone present.

But what surprised everyone was that she actually took back the sword. The sword that was hard to see by the White Bird Sword Lord was used by the White Bird Sword Lord to kill the Kunlun divine bird and stir up the storm of the martial arts world.

"This sword technique cannot be achieved without swords. What she wants to use is the sword she wears on her waist!" Luo Feiyu moved his gaze to the woman's waist.

The woman in the blue tent fell like a meteor, but she slowly danced like falling snow.

It is cool and ethereal, and is isolated in the world, like an immortal descending on the world.

"This sword is called Junlin." A charming red light flashed through Luo Feiyu's eyes.

It was the immortal king surnamed Mu who lived deep in Kunlun who became famous in the Central Plains martial arts world.

A deep blue sword light flashed.

The sword formation suddenly became nothingness, replaced by a colder chill. The narrow cold sword stopped in the air, as if the air had been condensed. Bai Wumei's body was also stiff and could not move. If you look closely, it could appear on him, a thin layer of ice was covered with him.

"It's so cold." Gongsun Shilian said sincerely.

"That sword is!" Luo Feiyu stared at the blue long sword that had just returned from the waist of the woman in the blue tent, and frowned.

Just now, the sword light of the sword flashed by just now. The sheathing and returning to the sheath were just a matter of a moment. Almost everyone present could not capture it with their naked eyes. The true appearance of this sword was.

But Luo Feiyu, who was carrying the blood eye technique, saw it.

Not only did he see it, but he also recognized it. A wave of fear suddenly spread throughout his body.

Seeing this, the disciples of Tingyu Sect did not dare to act rashly. However, the woman in the blue tent took a step forward, pulled out the beautiful Hi-Xin Sword, and gently smashed Bai Wumei's eyebrows with the hilt. The people of Tingyu Sect thought she was going to remove the ice for Bai Wumei, so they sighed and wanted to go forward to welcome their deputy sect leader back.

As soon as I walked to the side of the deputy sect leader, the ice cracked—

It was not just ice, but also the frozen body, shattered and scattered all over the ground.

"The deputy sect leader is dead!" a disciple exclaimed.

"What!" After hearing this, the other disciples looked at the blue tent woman in front of them, and their anger and panic repeatedly intertwined on their faces.

The woman in the blue tent turned her back and stopped looking at them.

"Why do you want to kill the deputy sect leader?" Another slightly bold disciple stepped forward and asked sternly.

This person started, and the others also became brave and said with an extremely excited tone: "Is it necessary to kill our deputy sect leader just for the thing hidden in the mountain? Even our sect leader can't get that thing, can others still imagine it!"

"You are going to make enemies with me, Tingyu Sect?"

The woman in the blue tent still had a look of ice and snow. She ignored these words, but pressed her hands on the hilt of the sword.

Several sharp ice cones rose from the cold sword, pointing at the Tingyu Sect's people. Some of them were too close to each other and a drop of blood was stabbed in the middle of their eyebrows.

"Collection of the corpse." The woman in the blue tent finally left this sentence coldly.

Listening to the Yu Sect, everyone cleaned up the broken corpse of Baiwu Eyebrow as staggered as ice, and left in disappointment.

The woman in the blue tent walked slowly forward, and even on the smooth and mirror-like ice face, she walked extremely steadily. Gongsun Shilan predicted the direction she was moving forward, "She discovered us."

"I can't feel her emotions." Luo Feiyu looked at Gongsun Shilan, who was at a higher level in the West River.

"I can't see it either." Gongsun Shilian shook her head, "I always feel like I'm looking at a warm iceberg. But it seems that I'm not in good intentions."

"It seems that many people have really been suffocated in the past two years. Even the daughter of Sword Lord has gone to Kunlun." Luo Feiyu sneered, "After all, my master is the only man who is better than Sword Lord. Today I will talk to him about the past for my master." After that, he jumped down.

"Don't!" Gongsun Shilian stretched out her hand and threw herself into a vain, and immediately held her forehead, "Idiot! It's been two years, why are you still like this!"
Chapter completed!