While walking, Mo Ziyan suddenly asked, "Linger, what would you do if Elder Lu came back?"

Xiao Ling couldn't help being stunned when she heard the words. She had always been looking forward to Lu Tianjiao's return, but she didn't think about it carefully, what would happen to her if Lu Tianjiao really came back?

Xiao Ling's eyes flickered, and he forced a smile: "If he comes back, I must teach him a good lesson. Who told him to leave without saying goodbye?"

When she said that, she didn't really have much confidence in her heart.

Because Xiao Ling didn't know how much weight he had in Lu Tianjiao's heart at this time.

Mo Ziyan heard that half of Xiao Ling was joking, but she was still puzzled.

Anyone can see that Xiao Ling likes Lu Tianjiao, but his pursuit has not yet yielded results. If he can meet again after a long absence, he should be overjoyed. Why should he express his dissatisfaction with Lu Tianjiao's departure?

Perhaps after leaving Jiang Zhige, because of his long-term focus on cultivation, Mo Ziyan became more and more confused and complicated about the word love.

In the sky, listening to the conversation between the two women, Lu Tianjiao smiled bitterly. He wanted to pick a suitable time to pass by, but if he appeared at this time, he would most likely be scolded by the two women.

During the conversation between the two women, an extremely strong energy suddenly came towards them from the front.

Mo Ziyan's expression changed slightly, and she was about to flee with Xiao Ling, but a terrifying pressure swept her whole body, making it difficult to move half a step with all her strength.

Xiao Ling was even more astonished, and did not understand what was going on.

Two figures wearing white masks and white clothes came from the front. One of them wore a crying face mask, and the other wore a smiling face mask.

The crying-face masked cultivator looked at Mo Ziyan and Xiao Ling left and right, and asked in a cold voice, "Which one of you is Mo Ziyan?"

"I am, who are you?"

Mo Ziyan's face was ugly. She had many enemies along the way, but she never offended such a tyrannical power.

Judging from the power released, the cultivation of the two white-clothed cultivators in front of them was no less than that of Jiang Zhige back then.

The cultivator in the crying face mask was quite unhappy. He folded his arms around his chest and sneered: "When death is imminent, do you still have the mind to ask us back?"

Another monk in white with a smiling face bowed his hands and explained, "Girl, I am following orders. I heard that you are involved with the demon cultivator Jiang Zhige, please come with us."

Mo Ziyan clenched her silver teeth secretly. She hadn't seen Jiang Zhige for a hundred years, so she was still implicated?

"Magic, magic cultivator? How is it possible, how could Ziyan be involved with magic cultivator..."

Xiao Ling's face was pale, and his heart couldn't stop trembling.

She has practiced for so many years and has seen many strong people, but even the sect master in the sect is not as strong as the two in front of her.

When such a terrifying powerhouse seeks revenge, can Mo Ziyan still have a way to survive?

The crying-face masked cultivator looked at Xiao Ling, and snorted coldly, "Why is it impossible? This person is a direct disciple of the demon cultivator!"

Xiao Ling was even more shocked and disturbed, and cast an inquiring look at Mo Ziyan.

But Mo Ziyan lowered her head without saying a word, and didn't mean to explain.

"No, it's impossible, even if he has dealt with Mo Xiu, Ziyan is not a bad person, I believe her!"

Xiao Ling still couldn't believe it. In her impression, Mo Ziyan had always been gentle and considerate, and she didn't seem like someone who would be implicated in the cruel and cruel demon cultivator.

The cultivator in the crying face mask showed killing intent, and sneered: "What's the use of your belief? Since you can join forces with this kind of guy, I'm afraid it's not a good thing. Why don't you die here today."

He said that a white aura of destruction condensed in his palm, raised his hand and hit Xiao Ling.

Mo Ziyan's expression changed drastically, she tried to block the aura, but the two monks in white were too strong, and the pressure alone made it difficult for her to move.

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At this moment, a sword light flashed, instantly smashing the aura full of destruction.

"Who?!"

The two white-clothed cultivators were immediately alert and turned to look around.

"If you want to kill someone if you don't agree with each other, is this your heart to slay evil and eliminate demons?"

Several people heard the sound and looked up into the sky, only to see a young man wearing a blue and white robe with a handsome face coming from the sky.

"What are you, you dare to make nonsense here?"

The cultivator in the crying face mask had gloomy eyes, and two auras again condensed in his palm.

"It's actually Wei Jianxin? Who are you?"

The smiling mask cultivator was quite puzzled, frowning and carefully looking at the person who came.

The person who came here is only at the Transcendence Realm Realm, but judging from the previous attack, he has already reached the Sword Heart Realm where his mind can be cut to the sky and his thoughts are well-connected.

One of the ways of the sword, from easy to difficult, is divided into six realms: Jian Qi, Jian Intent, Jian Shi, Jian Xin, Jian Body, and Jian Zun, which are subdivided into five levels from low to high, followed by entry, Xiaocheng, It is possible to cultivate into the realm of sword qi only by reaching the realm of Dao seedlings at the very least.

Comprehension of kendo attaches great importance to talent, most sword cultivators in the transcendence realm can only reach the realm of sword power, and it is difficult for the omnipotent realm to cultivate the sword heart.

"Tianyun Pavilion, Lu Tianjiao."

Lu Tianjiao held the sword behind him with one hand, and his body was like a sharp sword pointing straight at the sky.

The two monks in white looked at each other, puzzled.

It stands to reason that such a genius must be famous all over the world, but it seems that they have never heard of this name.

Lu Tianjiao was secretly helpless. He had been protecting Tianyun Pavilion a few years ago, and in recent years he followed Jiang Zhige to incognito, so he didn't have time to make a name for himself.

"Lu Tianjiao! You bastard, you didn't leave at all, have you been watching from the sky?"

Xiao Ling in the back was not in the mood to care about Lu Tianjiao's kendo realm, and looked at Lu Tianjiao's back with tears in his eyes.

Being able to arrive in such a timely manner and appearing in the sky, Lu Tianjiao was obviously not far away.

Hearing this, Lu Tianjiao suddenly showed a guilty conscience. He didn't dare to look back at Xiao Ling, and smirked: "How is it possible, if I didn't leave, why didn't I come back to see you?"

"Bastard! Do you know how tormenting me for seven days in a flash in your eyes?"

"Miss Xiao, listen to my explanation. I didn't mean it. At that time, I was out to deal with some trivial matters, and I encountered an accident on the way..."

Lu Tianjiao wanted to explain why he had not returned for seven days, but suddenly heard Xiao Ling's suppressed crying behind him.

"Lu Tianjiao, I know you don't necessarily like me, and I have no right to persuade you to stay by your side."

"But at least, at least, say hello to me before you go..."

This time, Xiao Ling's voice was much weaker, but the trembling cry in these words could not be concealed no matter what.

Lu Tianjiao's face turned pale, he lowered his head, holding the sword hilt in his right hand, not knowing how to respond to Xiao Ling.

Behind him, Mo Ziyan was quite stunned, looking sideways at Xiao Ling who was crying to the point of tears.