Chapter 242: Supernatural powers, Qing Ming curse!

The Yin-Yang mountain and sea boundary, within the vast expanse of Yin Sea, on the only island, was supposed to be soaring to the sky. But nowadays, it's unremarkable, no different from the outside world.
The area of ​​this island is similar to the area of ​​Yinhu Lake, and in the ordinary environment, the breath of Yangling is particularly obvious. As long as the Wuzong masters live in one corner, they can get a clear picture of the general location of all Yang Ling on the island.
At this moment, there is a man and a woman on the island. The man was wearing Tsing Yi, holding a pale blue long sword, and a bit of chill radiated from the blade. The woman wore a long dress with a temperament like an orchid, holding a magnificent purple long sword, and her aura was much weaker than that of the man next to her.
It is Jiang Wencheng and Zilan.
"His Royal Highness, this is already the hinterland of the island. Yang Ling's strength is comparable to the second peak of Wuzong, and it is already the limit that we can deal with together. If we go deeper, I am afraid it will be dangerous." Zi Lan Dai frowned.
Jiang Wencheng looked flat and nodded, agreeing with Zi Lan's point of view.
Seeing Jiang Wencheng's expressionless face, Zi Lan sighed. Since the Wanbao Pavilion auction meeting ended, Jiang Wencheng seemed to have changed when he was behind. She wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to speak.
She only knew that Jiang Wencheng's change must be related to Gu Tianyi, and it was not a good thing.
"Gu Tianyi, isn't it just the young patriarch of a declining family? That's all? Why do you feel that he is so mysterious? For him, His Royal Highness actually did not hesitate to join forces with the enemy Jiang Chenyu. Moreover, His Royal Highness has changed, which makes me feel good. strange……"
While Zilan was thinking about it, Jiang Wencheng had already handed over a Wuzong double peak Yang Ling.
"Zi Lan, what do you think, come and help!" Jiang Wencheng shouted.
"Yes!"
Zi Lan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately recovered, releasing the Ten Thousand Blade Orchid Martial Spirit, and Wu Zong Yizhong's cultivation base was fully demonstrated.
With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a sword flower, and the sword energy shot towards Yang Ling.
But at this moment, a icy chill came and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply. Above the sky, the cold light flickered, and under the snow storm swept across, a pure white giant sword of more than ten feet long swept down.
boom!
There was a loud noise.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Wencheng immediately transferred the Qing Mingjian martial arts, turning the offensive to the defensive, but he was still hit by the giant sword that fell from the sky.
The cold air soared into the sky, and the white mist loomed, obscuring the sight.
"His Royal Highness!"
Zi Lan was taken aback, and hurriedly chased in the direction where Jiang Wencheng flew out.
When the wind blew away the white mist, a crack of more than ten meters long was left on the ground just scratched. The Yang Ling who fought Jiang Wencheng directly disappeared and turned into a touch of quantified spiritual power, soaring upward, entrenched on a 15-year-old girl.
This person is Gu Qingrui.
She stood in the air, even when facing Jiang Wencheng, she still had that arrogant look on her face.
The icy gaze stared at the light blue sword martial spirit floating behind Jiang Wencheng, driving the Lingbao towards Jiang Wencheng.
"Gu Qingrui!" Jiang Wencheng also recognized her, with a touch of jealousy in his expression, and frowned, "You killed this sun spirit, so it belongs to you. Now, how long is it until the end of the Three Blue Dragons? At one hour's time, I don't want to compete with you."
"Just off the boundary here, you go east, we go west, don't involve each other, how about?"
Jiang Wencheng's words revealed a bit of guilty conscience.
He knew all about Gu Qingrui from Jiang Chenyu, and he knew that she came from outside the territory. For this kind of person, it is best not to provoke.
What's more, in the realm of Yin-Yang Mountain and Sea, in the eyes of Gu Qingrui, people in the realm are all ants. For ants, she doesn't have much sense at all.
After Jiang Wencheng said, he winked at Zi Lan, and the two of them turned and left.
boom!
As soon as the two took a step, the Cold Sky Sword descended from the sky and inserted in front of them, blocking the way.
Jiang Wencheng and Gu Qingrui are both Wuzong's first-tier peak cultivation bases, and they are also sword martial arts souls, but the gap between the two is like a chasm.
Looking at what Gu Qingrui did, she didn't intend to let them go.
"Gu Qingrui, are you still okay?" Jiang Wencheng looked back at her and said.
"I don't know you, but you know my name. Tell me, who are you?" Gu Qingrui asked.
"The son of Qingming Kingdom You Wang, Jiang Wencheng." Jiang Wencheng said.
He deliberately named the four words You Wang Shizi, hoping that Gu Qingrui could be a little bit measured, so as not to embarrass him too much.
Hearing this, Gu Qingrui gave a chuckle, showing a look of interest, and said: "You Wang Shizi? Then you and Jiang Chenyu, the relationship should be good?"
"It can only be said that they know each other," Jiang Wencheng said.
"Oh, what's your martial soul, and where did it come from?" Gu Miyin asked.
From the beginning to the end, she was looking at the Qing Ming Sword Martial Spirit.
Her question was jumpy, making Jiang Wencheng a little confused, but since she spoke, Jiang Wencheng can only answer truthfully:
"This is the Qingming Kingdom imperial family, the martial soul passed down from generation to generation by the Jiang family, called the Qingming sword."
As soon as the three words of Qing Mingjian were exited, Gu Qingrui moved slightly, and a sneer was drawn at the corner of his mouth.
"You mean, Qing Mingjian?"
Before he finished speaking, Gu Qingrui had already arrived in front of Jiang Wencheng.
The little hand stuck out like a ghost, and the cold spiritual power condensed into a palm, pinching Jiang Wencheng's neck. Lifting his arm gently, Jiang Wencheng didn't have the ability to resist, he was lifted up directly, his face flushed.
"What do you want to do to His Royal Highness?" Zi Lan said angrily.
The Ten Thousand Blade Orchid Martial Spirit displayed, the power merged into the purple long sword, and slashed towards Gu Qingrui.
"roll!"
With a soft drink, the sound wave and the gang blended together, and the purple orchid flew out several feet.
Purple Lauder frowned slightly, blood overflowing from the corners of her mouth.
Gu Qingrui didn't put Zilan in her eyes. In her opinion, Zilan was nothing but an ant. Now, she was attracted by the Qing Mingjian Martial Spirit, and naturally did not have the energy to care about these insignificant people.
"Qing Mingjian, is it something you and other ordinary folks can condemn? No wonder Jiang Chenyu has never used martial arts in front of me, that's the way it is. As the same son, he is much smarter than you.
"I'm going to dig it now and take a look, what is your Qing Mingjian Martial Spirit?"
Gu Qingrui's thoughts moved, and there were icy sword auras around her body. The sword aura gradually solidified, and each handle seemed to be carved from ice crystals, sharp and full of artistry.
"You lunatic!" Jiang Wencheng gritted his teeth, a cruel look in his eyes.
"Hehe, you ant, do whatever you want."
boom!
The icy long sword turned into white sword light, and each handle made a sharp wind breaking sound, stabbing towards Jiang Wencheng.
But when the blade was less than three inches away from Jiang Wencheng, they all stopped.
At this moment, a green light burst from Jiang Wencheng's body, covering the hanging swords all around.
"The third magical power, Qing Ming curse!" Jiang Wencheng's face was twisted, and these words slowly popped out of his mouth.
Then he turned to Zilan and said: "Go!"
Zilan's delicate body trembled, staring at Gu Qingrui and Jiang Wencheng who was under the curse of Qingming, with a touch of determination in her eyes. With a flash of purple light, Yujian left.
"Haha, Qing Ming curse, interesting, I was looking for a punching bag to give it a good vent. Since you are here, let me have fun with you." Gu Qingrui sneered.