Mo Jiuling's clothes were fluttering, and the dark dark outline in the windy sand gave his whole person a sharp look as if a sharp blade had been drawn out of its sheath.
There were two people standing behind him. One was wearing an indigo robe and a moon-white mask, with a solemn and cold expression. His eyes penetrated the mask, and his eyes showed a kind of aloofness. The other person was wearing a light green coat and a white jade mask.
, with sharp and decisive eyes.
Mo Jiuling's eyebrows suddenly moved, and his deep black eyes looked at the figure on the cliff like a cold pool of ten thousand years, and a hint of darkness passed through his eyes.
Under the sunlight, a woman in white clothes stands tall and tall on the top of the cliff. Although she can only see her figure from a distance, she can clearly feel a bit of fright when she meets that gaze.
"Who's coming!!??" After the man in green shirt was injured by the powerful wave of sword energy, he immediately got back into formation, forming a semicircle to surround Mu Lingbo and the three men who came with bad intentions.
"Just you temple lackeys?" Mo Jiuling didn't even bother to look at them out of the corner of his eye. Shen Dai's long sleeves waved up a gust of wind, and dozens of sword lights scattered in all directions.
The sword light piercing through the air seemed to set off a thunderous sound in the air. The sword light was like an imaginary fire, more dazzling than the sun.
Ji Mingyang huddled in the corner and was completely stunned, looking in that direction without blinking.
This was the first time in his life that he saw someone being able to transform so many powerful sword energies at the same time. No, that was sword light, turning the void into form, and it was more powerful than any sharp weapon in the world.
All the men in green shirts who were high-level sword gods were seriously injured and vomited blood by that blow. With this kind of strength, they may have already broken through the sword position and entered another realm.
There are only a handful of people with such strength even in Holy Land City.
Wait a minute, what he just said was... Temple lackey?!!
Ji Mingyang's eyes widened and he almost couldn't breathe!
Temple? Temple of Shura in Shenglin City?!?! The center of theocratic power of the entire Cangyao Dynasty, the Temple of Shura that is admired and worshiped by all people?!
The ordinary disciples of the temple are all regarded as heavenly beings, but this person actually becomes their lackey of the temple?
Mu Lingbo actually had such a master to help her. Just thinking about it made her break into a cold sweat.
Fortunately, this group of people in blue shirts came to stop her. If Ji Shi really did anything to her, with this person's anger that he would not hesitate to make an enemy of the temple, he would probably uproot Ji Shi.
"You...who are you?" The man in green shirt looked at Mo Jiuling in horror, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and falling on his hands drop by drop.
Although they are only the divine servants of the temple, they have never seen any kind of people in Shenglin City all year round. When they go outside, the last thing they can do is to be shocked by the strength of outsiders.
But the strength this man showed was something they had never seen before.
There was anger hidden in Mo Jiuling's cold eyes, and her originally charming face now seemed to them to be no different from a demon.
"'Invite' your master to come down!" He ordered word for word.
This kind of courage made people want to immediately surrender and obey. The man in green shirt was stunned for a moment before he recovered, "Who are you?"
Mo Jiuling's eyes flashed with impatience, "There's so much nonsense. Killing you will make your hands dirty! Qing Yan, whoever refuses to go will be burned to death!"
Qing Yan moved on his toes, swaying to the side of a man in a green shirt, and asked in a cold voice, "Are you willing to invite your master down?"