Her whole body was trembling coldly: "You, how could you be at the third level of the Holy Realm?"

She had fought with a third-level Holy Realm, and she subdued the other party with one sword.

"You, you can't kill me! I, I am the eldest lady of the Mingyu Sword Sect and the young lady of the Bronze Sword Sect! If you kill me, don't think of gaining a foothold in the heaven world!"

Seeing that the other party had no reaction, Ming Yanyan realized that the other party had a strong "aunt" and was not afraid of Lingxiao Palace at all.

"My husband...Young master, don't kill me, don't kill me!" She began to beg for mercy, but the knife on her neck was one inch closer to her.

Ming Yanyan immediately closed her mouth and didn't dare to speak, but her body trembled even harder. She felt the cold aura released on the knife and suddenly thought that something might arouse the other party's interest, "Mr.... Master, don't kill me, I will give you the weapon in the Holy Realm!"

"A mid-level holy realm?"

Finally, he spoke, Ming Yanyan felt relieved. The old saying goes: All men in the world love weapons, which makes it very reasonable.

She used the snatched mid-grade holy weapon as a betrothal gift and sat on the position of the young lady of the Bronze Sword Sect, and now she can use this mid-grade holy weapon to save her life.

"Yes, yes! It is a sword named "Changhong". Its grade is mid-grade rank, but its power is comparable to the top-grade rank of the holy realm. It is a rare magic weapon!"

"Changhong?"

Duanmu Ming's mind sank, and the force of holding the hilt was a little stronger.

"Yes, if the young master has a mid-level sword as a weapon, his strength will definitely be able to reach a higher level!"

Ming Yanyan easily captured the faint slightest emotional fluctuation of his emotions and immediately relaxed completely.

It's done, life is saved!

"Is that?" Duanmu Ming asked. If he remembered correctly, Changhong was the self-defense weapon given to Hong Tiancheng by his family Xier when he was in the Immortal Palace.

"Of course it's!"

Ming Yanyan raised her hand and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. She felt exhausted by this scare.

"Where?"

"In order to prevent being robbed, Changhong is now kept by my father..." As soon as she finished speaking, her neck suddenly felt a pain, and blood slid down the blade, and her originally relaxed mind tensed up again.

"Don't worry, young master, as long as you go back to the Mingyu Sword Sect with me, I will convince my dad to give you Changhong!"

The two little guys on the side rolled their eyes when they heard this.

"Xiao Bingbing, why are you so brainless when you say this toy is not very big?"

"Who knows? Born in a pigpen!"

Duanmu Ming's lips bent and his hand moved forward half an inch further: "What I asked is, where is the original owner of the sword?"

Ming Yanyan exhaled in pain, but she didn't dare to move, for fear that she would move when she moved her head.

"What original owner? Changhong Sword is originally from the Mingyu Sword Sect! Ahhh, don't, don't...I'll say..."

As soon as Ming Yanyan said something, she felt that the knife had cut in again, as if it had already met the tendons and veins on her neck. Now, as long as the other party moves her hands, she will feel blood flowing.

She didn't dare to lie, and admitted in tears: "That untouchable dared to resist the Mingyu Sword Sect, and is now locked in the dungeon of the Mingyu Sword Sect!"

"Is that true?"

"The little woman dares not deceive the young master!"
Chapter completed!