Lan Qingyu's expression was indifferent, her eyes were as cold as ice, and she clenched the spiritual weapon tightly in her hand.

A gentle breeze caressed the mountains, and the black hair like a waterfall fluttered in the wind, and a cold murderous aura instantly emanated from the exquisite and beautiful face.

Lan Qingyu raised the spiritual weapon high, aimed it at Tuoba Zhege, and then struck him hard. Tuoba Zhege was not to be outdone, he also picked up his weapon, the crescent sickle.

Zheng!

A powerful force erupted instantly.

All the flowers, plants and trees in this narrow mountain range were snapped in an instant.

The weaker practitioners fell to the ground, vomiting blood and shaking.

Mo Yao's body remained motionless and was not affected at all.

As for Master Shuai's brothers, Lan Qingze, Ling Yunzhi, and Sima Rui, they all retreated more than ten steps before they could barely stand firm.

The parties involved, Tuoba Zhege and Lan Qingyu, both vomited blood, and their bodies spun uncontrollably in the air for several times before falling to the ground.

Bang! Lan Qingyu used the magic weapon to steady herself, her delicate face gleaming like dazzling stars.

Tuoba Zhege's situation was not much different from Lan Qingyu's, except that he was half-kneeling on the ground, with drops of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth and falling to the ground.

"You are very good!" Tuoba Zhege did not hide his praise for Lan Qingyu.

This was the first time he was beaten and bled, and he was also the first real opponent.

However, Tuoba Zhege didn't know that Lan Qingyu was in a very bad condition now. This attack had drained all her strength.

"Killing you is just right!" Lan Qingyu looked at Tuoba Zhege coldly and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her white little hand.

"Hmph! In that case, let's fight again. I, Tuoba Zhege, haven't met an opponent who is equally matched with him in a long, long time." The desire to fight surged up in him, and he really wanted to know who would win and who would lose between him and Lan Qingyu.

If he loses to a woman, then his entire reputation will be lost.

"Come on, do you think I'm afraid of you?" Lan Qingyu smiled coldly.

Tuoba Zhege slammed the ground suddenly and jumped up from the ground. The crescent sickle in his hand quickly drew a sharp cut in the air, and then the crescent sickle left Tuoba Zhege's hand. Lan Qingyu's pupils shrank when he saw this.

She swung the spiritual weapon in her hand, and it collided with the crescent sickle at a high speed.

boom!

Lan Qingyu watched the spiritual weapon and the crescent sickle create blazing sparks.

puff!

Lan Qingyu was defeated, blood spurted out instantly, her body was shaky, and her face was pale.

Seeing this, Mo Yao was furious and wished he could kill everyone here to vent his anger.

"Sister..." Lan Qingze shouted, but he was still a step too slow. After he saw Mo Yao catch Lan Qingyu, he stopped.

He caught the trembling Lan Qingyu in the blink of an eye. In a word, Lan Qingyu underestimated his enemy.

Not only Lan Qingyu was horrified by Tuoba Zhege's strength, but even Sima Rui, Shi Dashuai and Lan Qingze, who had fought with Tuoba Zhege before, felt unwell when they saw such a ferocious Tuoba Zhege.

However, they also knew that if Tuoba Zhege really let go, they would have died long ago.

But Lan Qingze felt very regretful and frustrated. If he had been stronger, his sister would not have been hurt.

But he could only stand there and watch Mo Yao catch his sister silently.

After Mo Yao caught Lan Qingyu, he looked at Lan Qingyu's pale face and blood at the corners of her mouth. His heart ached. If he hadn't let her go, would he not have been injured?

Therefore, all this is because of my own incompetence.

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