"Yes!" Ding Xingqing agreed excitedly and waved her hand.

Thirteen girls flew toward the twelve young men, holding long swords in their hands. They formed a sword formation to surround them. They remained on guard, and the long swords slowly stabbed their Dantian.

Ning Zhenzhen's rigorous behavior has influenced them invisibly, and they have become more rigorous and careful in their actions, and will not be careless.

Ning Zhenzhen stared at Wu Tong and said calmly: "You, Divine Sword Peak, have found a different way to retaliate in this way, I have to admire you."

She was wise and clear-minded, so she naturally saw through Wu Tong's plan, launched it before Wu Tong issued the order, and at the same time suppressed Wu Tong with her spiritual power.

This is a mystery that Fei Die Zhang realized on her own after she reached the extreme level of practice. Of course, Fakong also gave her some techniques.

It was like a sword pressed in front of Wu Tong's head.

Wu Tong's eyes were bloodshot, and the whites of his eyes were completely red, as sad as a ghost.

His body was trembling slightly and he was struggling to hold on.

He is also a great master and has experienced Ning Zhenzhen's spiritual killing skills.

Once he loosened his momentum, he would surely suffer a devastating blow, so he kept struggling but did not dare to move.

He could only allow the masters he brought to be injured by the sword formation, and then watch helplessly as they were stabbed in the Dantian and their martial arts skills were disabled.

He hated anger, and there was a fire burning in his heart. He wanted to take action at all costs, or call the elders who were ambushing three miles away.

But the remaining trace of reason told him that if this happened, he would probably be killed before he could make a sound.

He now has no choice but to hold on.

After all, Mo Youlan is just a weak woman. She is temporarily stronger than herself, but in the long run, it is impossible to defeat herself.

I can definitely survive her.

"Sect Master." Ding Xingqing and the others came up behind her excitedly, staring at Wu Tong, eager to try.

"Go." Ning Zhenzhen stared at Wu Tong and said calmly.

"Sect Master, just kill this guy." Ding Xingqing suddenly flashed behind Wu Tong and stabbed Wu Tong in the back with her sword.

She moved extremely fast, but most of Ning Zhenzhen's energy was locked on Wu Tong, and he condensed his energy into a sword against Wu Tong. He had no time to be distracted. He didn't expect Ding Xingqing to be so impatient.

Ding Xingqing felt that the opportunity was rare.

Wu Tong had been suppressed by the sect leader so much that he couldn't breathe. He didn't dare to move. He just happened to add insult to injury and help the sect leader.

"Bang!" Ding Xingqing's sword flew backwards, and she flew out with it, spraying a bloody arrow in the air.

"Senior Sister Ding!" Several girls exclaimed and rushed forward.

Ding Xingqing fell limply in Jing Xiaomei's arms, her face turned pale, the blood in her body was shaking, and the violent Gang Qi was still raging.

"Poof!" She spurted out another blood arrow.

"Senior Sister Ding!" The girls suddenly became worried.

I originally thought it was just a counter-shock damage, and even if I was injured, it wouldn't be serious, but it looked like that was definitely not the case now.

Ding Xingqing fell into Jing Xiaomei's arms, her face as pale as gold paper, and the faint golden color appeared on her soft skin.

One look showed that the injury was serious.

Jing Xiaomei's eyes turned red with worry: "Senior Sister Ding..."

"Come here!" Ning Zhenzhen said.

Jing Xiaomei hurriedly carried Ding Xingqing to Ning Zhenzhen, watching Ning Zhenzhen stretch out her left hand and gently press Ding Xingqing's vest.

"Poof!" Ding Xingqing spurted out a blood arrow again.

This bloody arrow was black and exuded an astonishing cold air, making all the girls shiver from a distance.

After Ding Xingqing sprayed out this blood arrow, not only did she not feel weak, but she became energetic. She breathed a long sigh of relief and struggled out of Jing Xiaomei's arms.

Wu Tong raised his head violently, arched his body, and shouted to the sky: "Ah!"

The roar was like thunder, conveying tragedy and unwillingness.

"..." The howling stopped suddenly.

His body stiffened, he fell straight up and fell to the ground with a loud "bang", motionless and passed out.

Taking advantage of Ning Zhenzhen's distraction, he gathered all his strength and let out this long roar.

Then he was stabbed by Ning Zhenzhen's spiritual thorn and fell into coma.

Ning Zhenzhen stepped forward lightly, unsheathed the long sword at his waist, and stabbed Wu Tong's Dantian and Tanzhong. Then she sheathed the sword and looked at Ding Xingqing and the others: "Use your fastest Qinggong and escape back to the city. Don't look back.

.”

"Yes." Ding Xingqing nodded solemnly.

Now she finally understood the calculus of herself and others. She suddenly stepped forward and thrust out a sword earlier because she had an inflated mentality. She felt that the masters of Divine Sword Peak were no more than this and were vulnerable to a single blow.

I was injured in the shock just now, and I completely understood that my cultivation level was far behind. The reason why I could beat the masters of Divine Sword Peak was because of the power of the sword formation. I couldn't beat these masters of Divine Sword Peak, let alone the elders of Divine Sword Peak.

The gap between him and the elders of Divine Sword Peak is too big.

However, the sect leader was able to suppress the elders of Shenjian Peak with just his momentum. His cultivation was truly unfathomable.

Just at this moment, four long whistles sounded from a distance.

The long roar was as high-pitched as gold and stone, and the sound stopped the moving clouds. It was like a rolling tide, approaching at an extremely fast speed.

Ning Zhenzhen waved his hand.

Ding Xingqing and the others understood, quickly joined together, rushed into the distance, and disappeared into the bamboo forest in the blink of an eye.

Four small black dots had already appeared in the field of vision. After Ning Zhenzhen blinked, they came closer.

They saw the situation in the field with one glance and knew that they had failed, so they drew their swords in the air and rushed towards Ning Zhenzhen.

The swords in their hands are not the same, and the sword blades are slightly different.

This subtle difference is easily overlooked by outsiders. Only the disciples of Divine Sword Peak can tell that the swords in their hands are the four styles of the Eight Divine Swords.

Ning Zhenzhen faced their attack and took the initiative to attack him. He fluttered towards an old man like a butterfly and before the old man could change his move, he hit him on the back.

"Bang!" The old man flew out in disbelief.

He really couldn't believe everything he encountered. How could he not be able to catch a single move? His cultivation level wasn't that bad!

Ning Zhenzhen folded in the air, avoided the other two swords, dodged behind the other old man, and knocked him away with a light palm.

The four old men all looked as if they had seen a ghost. Regardless of whether they were knocked away or not, they all had the same expression.

They all couldn't believe it, everything in front of them was too unbelievable.

Ning Zhenzhen's movement skills are mysterious, but even the most mysterious movements are not so superb, making their divine sword so vulnerable.

Ning Zhenzhen flew as gracefully as a butterfly and knocked away the remaining two old men. They landed lightly on the boulder. Looking at the four old men standing together again, he shook his head and said: "I didn't want to be an enemy of Divine Sword Peak, but

You, Shenjian Peak, have gone too far to bully me and tried to kill me many times, which is really intolerable."

"Sect Master Mo, you have good body skills." A skinny old man said coldly.

They fed Wu Tong a spiritual elixir, and Wu Tong slowly woke up and stared at her with gritted teeth.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "We have just reached perfection in Flying Butterfly Palm. Should we continue on Divine Sword Peak, or should we stop here?"

She shook her head and said: "The strength of our Jade Butterfly Sect is far inferior to that of your Divine Sword Peak. If we really continue to fight, our sect will definitely suffer heavy losses."

"Sect Master Mo is a sensible person." The skinny old man was like a bamboo pole, with almost all the muscles on his face worn away, making his face as scary as a skeleton.

The cold light in his eyes shot out, making people afraid to look directly.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "But you should also understand that if I am determined to go against your Divine Sword Peak, you can destroy my Jade Butterfly Sect, and I can also severely damage your Divine Sword Peak. It is no problem to kill some top masters.

of."

The four old men and Wu Tong fell silent and did not refute.

Ning Zhenzhen's movement and palm skills shocked them.

Under her strange and unpredictable movements, her own sword skills seemed to be vulnerable to a single blow, and she had no power to fight back.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Either both sides suffer, or it ends here."

"Impossible!" Wu Tong said solemnly.

Shenjian Peak has suffered such huge losses, how could it stop here!

Ever since Divine Sword Peak has dealt with various sects, it has never suffered such a big loss. How could it be spread out?

Ning Zhenzhen smiled: "The elder who died last time was an assassin who assassinated me. I had no choice but to fight back in order to protect myself, and it was just a mistake. He came forward for the masters of the Nine Yuan Holy Sect. You, Shenjian Peak, regard the martial arts order as nothing.

, I am really confident.”

The five people looked ugly.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "As for now, our Jade Butterfly Sect is merciless. You want to kill us, but we only cripple you. It can be said that we are doing the most benevolent and righteous thing."

Wu Tong remained silent.

If she were Mo Youlan, in that situation, she would probably have to kill her directly.
To be continued...