Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1965 full of style

Han Ling'er finally realized that something was wrong. Mo Xian was recruited by Quan Jidao himself. Although he is not very strong now, he is definitely a key training target.

If something goes wrong, she may not be able to deal with it.

Yin Qiantong had always felt a little uneasy in his heart, and now this uneasiness became more and more obvious.

"Little... little senior sister, it seems that one of them hasn't come back yet!" After Wang Mang tapped the number of people, his face suddenly changed.

But before he had time to do anything, he was directly frozen by Han Linger.

"Damn it, did something really go wrong!" Han Ling'er murmured in a low voice, and a cloud suddenly appeared on her face.

At this time, a black shadow suddenly shot in the distance.

This person was staggering, his breath was vain, as if he had suffered a serious injury.

There was still a distance from Han Ling'er, the man seemed to be unable to bear it, and fell directly to the ground, the cloak on his head fell off, revealing a pale face, it was a disciple of the Northern Wilderness Hall .

After recognizing the person, Han Ling'er rushed over immediately, and before he could open his mouth to ask, the person who fell on the ground said urgently: "Ghost... the people from Ghost Tianmen are here, go... to save... "

Before he finished speaking, this person was completely soft.

At this time, Wang Mang escaped from the ice, and immediately rushed over to check the injury of the person lying on the ground.

"No need, I'm already dead!" Han Ling'er said, although her voice was calm, there was endless anger hidden.

Originally, she just wanted to have a joke with Mo Xian, but she didn't expect that someone from Guitianmen actually sneaked in.

As the little senior sister of Beihuang Temple, she absolutely cannot tolerate this kind of thing happening.

"Dead!" Wang Mang was also slightly taken aback. The disciples of the Northern Wilderness Hall were killed on the site of the Northern Wilderness Hall. This is simply a great shame.

"What a hell..." Han Ling'er snorted coldly, and the bitter cold air permeated from her body in an instant, and then swept across the ground in an instant.

Along with the spread of the cold air, the warriors scattered on the ice field seemed to sense something, and they all raised their heads to look in Han Ling'er's direction.

"Little sister has an accident, let's go!"

The two warriors immediately stopped what they were doing, and suddenly rushed towards Han Linger's direction.

Similar things happened everywhere in this huge ice field, almost instantly, as long as the warriors within the range of the cold air, no matter how important things they were doing, they would all be dispatched one after another.

After spreading the cold air away, Han Ling'er's face was also icy cold.

Moments later, a sound of breaking wind rushed over, appearing in everyone's sight instantly.

This person does not seem to be very old, but his breath is very calm, obviously a master.

"What's your order, little sister?"

But such a young and strong man is quite respectful in front of Han Ling'er, it should be said that he is spoiled.

Han Ling'er shook her head, but didn't say much.

But from the expression on her face, the young and strong man could see that things might not be simple.

"Little sister..."

"Little sister..."

In the next few minutes, a series of tyrannical figures appeared in this area.

On the ice, on the ice cones, you can see the disciples of the Northern Wilderness Hall suddenly appearing everywhere, and each one is stronger than the other.

And it can be clearly seen that these people are all looking forward to Han Ling'er.

Yin Qiantong looked on in surprise, even if he was a disciple of the same school, it was not easy to gather so many masters in such a short period of time.

Apparently, this Han Ling'er has a lot of appeal in the Northern Wilderness Hall.

Moreover, these people from here can see the great strength of Beihuang Temple.

"Ghost Heaven Sect is coming, follow me to fight!" Seeing that the people were almost here, Han Ling'er waved her little hand.

"Yes!"

Without any doubt, all the masters who came here rushed out in the direction Han Linger pointed, full of murderous intent.

"Let's go!" After everyone had set off, Han Ling'er nodded to Yin Qiantong.

While speaking, she flipped her palm slightly, and two pure white snow lions appeared on the ice.

After the two women sat on one side respectively, they rushed towards the distance.

After some battles, Mo Xian was already out of breath. These Guitianmen's masters were quite strong, and their methods were weird, even he couldn't stand it.

Moreover, the black-robed girl never made a move.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Mo Xian's figure flew away, and the Dark Devil's Howling Spear that was blocking him hit his chest heavily due to its huge force.

After gliding for a hundred meters on the ice, he stabilized, his body trembled immediately, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Facing so many masters, even though he has the ability to fight across borders, he still feels a little powerless.

Looking at those men in black robes who still maintained their fighting strength, Mo Xian suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, his body staggered immediately, and he had to support his body with the Dark Devil Howling Spear.

"Boy, if you don't behave yourself, you will commit crimes!" A man in black sneered, and at the same time grabbed Mo Xian with one hand.

"Hey!" The black-robed girl sighed faintly, not knowing whether she was happy or disappointed.

"Shh!"

At this moment, a sharp cold light suddenly descended from the sky, directly cutting off the claw that was grabbing Mo Xian.

"what!"

Amidst the shrill screams, blood spurted out from the severed wrist of the man in black.

"Who!"

The complexions of the men in black robes changed, and they immediately looked aside. They saw a young man in his 20s.

"Looks like my rescuer is here!" Mo Xian mockingly looked at those black-robed men, especially the black-robed girl, and joked.

He was beaten badly just now, but now he is finally proud.

"Hehe, you Ghost Heaven Sect are really capable, so many people deal with a disciple of my Beihuang Palace who has not yet started." The young man walked slowly in front of Mo Xian and asked, "Are you all right?"

"fine!"

Mo Xian shook his head, finally heaving a sigh of relief.

The people from Beihuang Palace finally came.

Although it was a bit later than he expected, at least he was not dead.

"Hmph, are you alone?" Everyone in Guitianmen snorted and said.

"This is the site of our Northern Wilderness Palace, what do you think?" The young man smiled lightly, and before he finished speaking, black figures appeared one after another around him.

The expression of everyone in Guitianmen suddenly changed. In this kind of place, surrounded by people from Beihuang Temple, that would be a dead end.

Soon, a group of disciples from the Northern Wilderness Hall appeared in front of everyone in Guitianmen.

"You Guitianmen are getting more and more courageous, and you dare to come here to play wild with us." Accompanied by a cold shout, the disciples of the Northern Wilderness Hall automatically parted ways, and at the same time said in unison: "Little sister!"

The two girls walked in along this road, and they were naturally Yin Qiantong and Han Ling'er.

"This is the legendary little senior sister?" Mo Xian looked at Han Ling'er, slightly taken aback.

This Han Ling'er didn't look very old, but his style was not young, which made him feel a little touched in his heart.

If he can have this kind of style when, it will be really cool.

Han Ling'er also saw Mo Xian, and found that Mo Xian was extremely embarrassed. Mo Xian, who was only one step away from death, immediately turned even uglier.

Originally, she wanted to show off Mo Xian, but now she almost caused Mo Xian to fall on Guitianmen. This is a great shame for her and Beihuang Palace.

(End of this chapter)