Chapter 1265 Genius Female Swordsman VS "Fengyue" Sword God (41)

  Leng Su's plug-in was too great, Feng Qingcheng could only watch the distance between the two of them getting bigger and bigger.

   And she was affected by Yang Ming's self-destruction before she took a few steps...

  Although Yang Ming's self-destruction was suppressed to the lowest point due to being in Jianshan, the distance between Feng Qingcheng and Yang Ming was too close.

   Facing the pressure of energy coming from behind, a trace of obvious hatred flashed in Feng Qingcheng's eyes, looking at the back of Leng Su's departure above, it was gnashing his teeth.

   "Bitch!"

   Indeed, if it wasn't for Leng Su to reveal it, Yang Ming would definitely die under her calculations.

  I don't want to, but now it still affects her.

   Knowing this, she must have sucked all the last traces of Yang Ming's cultivation and blood in that maze.

"boom!"

   "Pfft!"

   Yang Ming's body exploded, and a powerful energy spread around him.

   As Feng Qingcheng was the closest to Yang Ming, it was naturally a tragedy.

   A mouthful of hot blood spurted out of her mouth, and her delicate body was knocked to the ground by the energy, and she kept rolling down the stairs.

   "Bang bang bang."

After    escaped to the safety zone, Leng Su turned to look at Feng Qingcheng below.

   Seeing that her body was like a ball, rolling down constantly, her sneering smile was arrogant.

   "Junior Sister Qingcheng, I didn't expect you to have such a special hobby."

   "Junior Sister Qingcheng, you have a good time. Senior Sister, I am weak, so I won't stay with you any longer."

   Seeing Feng Qingcheng gnashing his teeth and wishing to kill her, Leng Su expressed that he was very happy and excited.

   Let you do something bad before, let that fire phoenix burn your aunt, now it's all right, you'll be punished.

   Seeing that it was halfway up the mountain in front of her, Leng Su hesitated for a moment. In order to avoid getting to the top of the mountain too early and causing Feng Yue's suspicion, she chose to walk down the steps and wander around.

   Above the Sword Mountain, except for the endless staircase they walked before, the surrounding mountain walls were literally barren, with countless sword hilts stuck in them.

   Looking at the various and novel hilts, Leng Su couldn't help feeling curiously.

  These hilts are quite strange, some are cold to start, some are hot, and some are very heavy...

  Each sword seems to have its own characteristics, and they all look good.

   In the face of Leng Su's touch, those swords actually resisted, until the black vortex appeared in Leng Su's bright and white palms.

  In an instant, he was still trembling, and the sword that looked ready to fight became quiet.

  Leng Su's hand was like that of a prodigal son among the flowers, she had to touch whichever sword she was passing, and she would not stop when she was frivolous.

   glanced over these swords roughly, and after touching them, Leng Su pouted and left the place.

  Yes, those swords seem to be quite powerful, but they are actually quite ordinary.

But they are all spiritual swords with attributes, not even the half-immortal sword, not even the "Fengyue Divine Sword" in Feng Yue's hand, let alone those strange swords in her space. .

   Thinking of this, Leng Su's eyes suddenly lit up, and she took out a sword that she used to use from her space.

   "Crackling!"

   "Crackling!"

   "Crackling!"

   As soon as the black sword came out of space, the swords on the entire mountain of swords trembled, as if they were frightened, afraid, in... surrender?

   (end of this chapter)