You think I have pure spiritual roots, why are you crying when I am invincible?

An angry dragon composed of water spiritual power roared and rushed towards Xiao Yun and others.

Even though Xiao Yun and others were wielding swords very fast, the distance between this water dragon and them was quickly closing.

It's not that easy to escape from the hands of a master of transformation.

After all, this is a full blow from the master of transformation.

Before the water dragon even approached them, everyone felt the oppressive feeling of approaching death.

Xie Jingfeng and Yan Qinghui turned back suddenly.

Seeing the water dragon getting closer and closer, both of them had ugly expressions.

But it only took a moment for the two of them to make a decision in their hearts.

Almost at the same time, Yan Qinghui and Xie Jingfeng spoke together.

"Senior brother, you go first, I'll stop him!"

"Junior sister, you go first, I'll stop him!"

After the two of them finished speaking, they realized that they had thought of something, and they looked at each other and smiled in unison.

wry smile.

Xie Jingfeng said: "Junior sister, you can't stop me. You take Wen Qing and Xiao Yun away first, and I'll hold him back!"

Yan Qinghui smiled miserably and said, "Senior brother, you are still trying to be brave even though you are injured. This disaster was caused by me. Of course I will bear the responsibility. You take Qing'er and the others away!"

After Yan Qinghui finished speaking, before Xie Jingfeng could object, the water spiritual power in his body immediately burst out.

She knew that neither she nor Xie Jingfeng could stop Jiang Honglie's attack!

Whoever stays will die!

How could Xie Jingfeng die for her after the trouble she got into!

Even if she couldn't stop Jiang Honglie, she still had to buy Wen Qing and the others time to escape.

Yan Qinghui danced with her long sword and used all her spiritual power to use her famous skill, Shuiyun Sword Technique.

Her Shuiyun sword technique is not like a move to kill the enemy, but more like an elegant dance.

Yan Qinghui's figure swayed in mid-air, as if she were a fairy.

Sword nets composed of water spiritual power were danced out by Yan Qinghui.

The people watching from a distance couldn't help but be fascinated when they saw Yan Qinghui dancing with the sword.

This was once a dream scene for many young talents.

Now, after so many years, it is simply a visual enjoyment for them to see Fairy Shuiyun dancing her sword again.

The only fly in the ointment is that Yan Qinghui's face is covered with a gauze scarf at the moment.

If you can show off your beauty, that would be truly perfect.

Soon, Yan Qinghui weaved a giant web of spiritual power in front of her.

At the moment when the giant net was formed, the water spiritual power in the world seemed to be summoned by an invisible summons, and they rushed towards the giant net.

As more and more water spiritual power pours in, the giant network compiled by Yan Qinghui becomes larger and larger, and the sense of oppression becomes stronger and stronger.

There was a trace of disdain in Jiang Honglie's eyes from a distance.

He didn't take Yan Qinghui seriously at all.

No matter how powerful Shuiyun's swordsmanship is, Yan Qinghui is just a Yuanying realm monk.

There is an unbridgeable gap between Nascent Soul Realm and Divine Transformation.

Jiang Honglie controlled the water dragon and rushed straight towards Xiao Yun without losing its momentum.

In Jiang Honglie's eyes, there was only Xiao Yun.

He just wanted to see if Xiao Yun was real or just a paper tiger!

Yan Qinghui stopped in front of Xiao Yun and others.

Yan Qinghui was the first to bear the brunt of the oppression caused by Jiang Honglie's spell.

The unrivaled, everything-destroying fear of death made Yan Qinghui's hands tremble.

But she didn't retreat.

Her eyes were full of determination. Instead of retreating, she shouted: "Go!"

The giant net woven by Shuiyun's sword skills covered the head of the charging dragon!

"Ang~" a dragon roar!

The giant dragon slammed into the sword net.

The light blue sword net continuously emits aqua blue spiritual power fluctuations.

Shui Long's castration was actually stopped by Yan Qinghui!

Yan Qinghui felt that her spiritual power was being consumed crazily. In just a short moment, most of her spiritual power had been consumed.

Now is the time to race against the clock.

Even if they hold on for a second longer, Wen Qing and the others will have more hope of survival.

Yan Qinghui gritted her teeth and rushed forward with her long sword. The sword nets were moving towards the water dragon cover.

After just a few breaths, blood was already seeping out of Yan Qinghui's mouth and nostrils.

How could Jiang Honglie's spell be blocked so easily?

The powerful counterattack force caused Yan Qinghui to suffer serious internal injuries.

But she still refused to retreat. She had no way out.

Yan Qinghui came to stop Jiang Honglie with the determination to die.

Jiang Honglie sneered in the distance and said, "You are trying to block a car with your arms, and you are overestimating your own abilities. Do you think you can stop me?"

As soon as Jiang Honglie finished speaking, the water dragon in the sword net suddenly lit up with a faint black light.

A sword network was broken without any warning.

Immediately afterwards, the sword nets were broken inch by inch as if wildfire was spreading.

The water dragon roared and broke free from the sword net, heading straight for Yan Qinghui.

The moment the water dragon broke free and came out of the sword net, a mouthful of blood spurted out from Yan Qinghui's mouth.

She was no longer able to resist Jiang Honglie's offensive.

Looking at the water dragon getting closer and closer, Yan Qinghui slowly closed her eyes.

"It's over. I've been waiting for this day for too long."

Yan Qinghui murmured to herself. There was no fear on her face at this moment, but a relieved smile.

Just when Yan Qinghui went to die calmly.

Thunder suddenly rolled in the distance!

A flash of light was speeding towards this side at an almost extreme speed.

When everyone saw this flash of light, it was still a thin, invisible white dot.

But when they saw the white spot clearly, it was already in front of everyone.

The roar of thunder made the hearts of everyone present tremble.

A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket hit the water dragon directly on the head.

The thunder exploded, and the huge water dragon turned into a ball of water spiritual power and floated in the air without any resistance.

A tall figure stood in front of Yan Qinghui.

Everyone present knew that Yan Qinghui would not die today after seeing the thunder!

Because that man is here!

Who is he?

He is the only Lei Linggen in the entire Eastern China!

A rare genius.

The leader of the Spirit Sword Sect, Master Wangchen!

After Master Wangchen casually broke Jiang Honglie's spell, he stepped forward and gently supported Yan Qinghui.

"Junior sister, I'm here."

Hearing this familiar voice, Yan Qinghui slowly opened her eyes in disbelief.

Yan Qinghui felt quite complicated when she saw her senior brother who was really the head of the family.

She was grateful to the head brother for traveling all the way to save her, but also felt guilty that she had once again caused trouble for the Spirit Sword Sect.

Yan Qinghui turned her head to the side, not daring to look at the head brother.

"Senior brother, why are you here?" Yan Qinghui asked in a low voice.

Master Wangchen sighed and said, "If I don't come, will you and Junior Brother Xie still be alive?"

"You two...hey!!!"

Wangchen was halfway through his words, but he didn't say any more and just let out a heavy sigh.

At this time, Xie Jingfeng also rushed back with Xiao Yun and Wen Qing.

Xie Jingfeng looked at Master Wangchen with a face full of joy and said: "Brother, head master, you came just in time."

"These people have brutally killed Junior Sister, and we must not let them off lightly."

Xiao Yun and Wen Qing also didn't expect the master master to come here.

The two of them quickly saluted and said hello.

Master Wangchen waved his hand and said, "No need to be polite."

Then Master Wangchen looked at the Palace Master of Blackwater Palace in the distance and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Jiang of Blackwater Palace."

"Should I call you Senior Brother Jiang now? Or should I call you Jiang Honglie?"

Jiang Honglie's eyelids twitched slightly, although he was no match for Master Wangchen.

But the name of Blackwater Palace cannot be forgotten.

Jiang Honglie looked at Master Wangchen coldly and said, "You have to ask yourself about this."

"Do you, the Spirit Sword Sect, want to become enemies with the other six major sects in Eastern China?"