Yesterday's confrontation did not allow Zhao Lian'er to gain much advantage, but it also revealed some details about Wuntaklin from the side.
She spent a day thinking about countermeasures, and was confident that if she met Wuntaklin again, her chances of winning would be much greater.
"are you talking about me?"
Anhui Taqlin Jiejie smiled and said: "If I remember correctly, you used all your strength to fight against less than one-third of my strength."
"Even so, you never had the upper hand for a moment."
"If I hadn't considered the life and death formation buried under this mountain, I could have killed you directly yesterday."
"You're still so brazen that you let me go?"
She was all sarcastic: "It seems that there is no difference between these overseas monks and the Chinese warriors. They have all inherited the bad qualities of the Chinese people... shameless and vain."
When Wuntaklin was speaking, black mist filled her body, turning into dragons circling and tumbling around her body. The worldly aura on her body was very light, and there was an aura of power from other planes.
If we hadn't found out her true identity, I might have thought that she had already become a demon!
"Without further ado."
Song Jianqiu's expression was indifferent, and the sword intent all over his body had broken out of his body.
"If you want to see Lu Fan, you must first pass our level."
He deliberately didn't leave, just waiting for the moment when Wuntaklin appeared today.
From a certain perspective, he and Wuntaklin also had grudges that had to be resolved.
"Sword intent is solid?"
Anhui Takelin looked over in surprise: "He is actually a god-level sword cultivator worthy of the name?"
When I saw Song Jianqiu's face clearly.
She suddenly smiled.
"It turns out to be the leader of Song Dynasty. Long time no see. How are you?"
Anhui Takelin remembers this face. When she assassinated Lu Fan in Jiangnan, if it weren't for Song Jianqiu's obstruction, Lu Fan would not be alive today.
He also quickly grew into his lifelong enemy.
"You, the surrender masters, don't stay in your Southeast Asian woods honestly. You come to the middle of our country again and again, doing all kinds of evil and losing your conscience."
Song Jianqiu said coldly: "Before, the Angel Hall protected you, and the Martial Alliance was unable to eradicate evil spirits like you."
"Now that the Angel Hall no longer exists, you actually dare to appear openly in the middle of China..."
He raised his voice softly: "Then don't leave today."
Before he finished speaking, Song Jianqiu's pupils suddenly shrank sharply!
At this moment, those black and white eyes instantly turned into a dazzling golden color!
Golden eyes!
Anhui Takelin frowned, and a flash of surprise flashed subconsciously on her twisted face.
But the next second.
"urn!"
In the air, a sound of clashing swords suddenly erupted!
Then, a ripple of air visible to the naked eye burst out from Song Jianqiu's golden pupils, condensed into a sword energy, and swept directly towards Wuntaklin!
"puff!"
The sword energy filled the air and turned into an invisible sharp blade, which directly swept into Wuntaklin's chest, causing a muffled sound of blood and flesh being torn apart.
Anhui Takelin's figure disappeared on the spot, avoiding the next wave of attacks from the sword energy.
"interesting……"
Wuntaklin's figure disappeared into the air.
But he burst out with a shrill laugh: "I thought that Lu Fan, that loser, hadn't cultivated to the Earth realm, so my trip today was in vain, but now there is actually a God realm sword cultivator... I heard that the God realm sword cultivator,
The condensed blood of the Sword God in the body is not much worse than the perfect blood of the earth."
"In that case, let the part of the divine blood that Lu Fan owes come out of you!"
