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"Wow, you react pretty quickly."

Nan Xun smiled, and another vine sprouted from his side.

"What are you doing! Are you going to steal our things again?" Lin Xuanyang was extremely angry.

"Yeah, isn't it obvious?"

Jiang Jingmo's sword also emanated a chill, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the people of Lingyun Sect.

"We not only want to steal the spiritual herbs, but also beat you up." After Nan Xun finished speaking, the spiritual vine beside him quickly rolled towards Lin Xuanyang.

Lin Xuanyang dodged quickly. His realm level was similar to Nan Xun's. At this moment, the aura around him was evenly matched with Nan Xun's.

He drew out the middle-grade spiritual sword at his waist. A stream of light flashed on it, and thousands of sword shadows appeared behind him. The shadows were dim and the light was flashing coldly. Every sword shadow seemed to contain murderous intent.

Nan Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, paused the movement of his fingertips, and the spirit vine quickly retreated, ready to strike beside him.

Chu Jiaojiao had already hidden herself, and Bai Jinyue was injured and unable to help, so Yang Qing wanted to pick up her sword and go forward to help, but Jiang Jingmo blocked her way. She held a long sword in her hand, and ice condensed under her feet with every step she took.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, please don't ignore everyone in our Jiuxiao Sect."

She raised her right arm and pointed the tip of her sword at the person in front of her.

"It's me you should deal with."

Suddenly, the sword shadows became chaotic, Nan Xun's figure disappeared in Lin Xuanyang's sword shadow, Jiang Jingmo's sword also collided with Yang Qing's sword, the coldness was pervasive, freezing people to the bone.

Yang Qing's sword and her arm were both frozen by the cold. For a moment, she couldn't use the sword moves she was familiar with due to the stiffness of her arms. A hint of doubt flashed in her usually calm eyes. A cluster of flames appeared on her sword, and the ice and snow melted in an instant.

"You can't beat me. The gap between the Yellow Rank and the Mysterious Rank can't be made up by Ice Spiritual Roots."

Yang Qing spoke calmly, and with a slight force on her wrist, the ice on her arm shattered.

She could feel that Jiang Jingmo was already at the eighth level of the Yellow Rank and was almost about to reach the threshold of the Profound Rank, but the Profound Rank was still the Profound Rank, and the gap was still the gap.

The moment Yang Qing thawed, he raised his wrist and made a sword flower. In a flash, the long sword thrust forward.

Jiang Jingmo turned his head to avoid the attack, and his men kept moving, but they were mostly defensive and blocked most of Yang Qing's attacks.

"Yes, I really can't beat you based on my strength alone."

Jiang Jingmo dodged and laughed at the same time, and their swords kept colliding with each other, hitting each other from one side to the other.

"But Brother Yang, you'd better not underestimate me. I may have a backup plan."

As soon as Jiang Jingmo finished speaking, Yang Qing discovered the flaw, seized the opportunity, shook off Jiang Jingmo's sword, and then stabbed her right shoulder with one sword in one go.

Blood gushed out, and the former took a breath of cold air, but his face was still smiling.

"Too arrogant."

Yang Qing shook his head, drew out his sword and was about to stab her again, this time aiming at her right leg, obviously wanting to deprive Jiang Jingmo of the ability to fight back.

But Jiang Jingmo dodged it directly. Her shoulder was already wet with blood, but it did not affect her sword skills at all. She swung the long sword at a tricky angle. Although Yang Qing dodged in time, the sword still cut the left side of her neck.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep and Yang Qing reacted quickly. Just as he was about to turn around and strike Jiang Jingmo with the sword again, he found that the coldness had entered his body. For a moment, his movements became a little stiff and he couldn't even lift the sword.

At some point, a spiritual stone suddenly appeared under his feet, on which Jiang Jingmo's blood dripped. At this time, the spiritual stone emitted a faint yellow light, and faint patterns appeared around it.

The patterns connected to the inconspicuous stones in the corners, and there was such a stone at every important position, which was also lighting up at this moment, indicating the completion of the formation.

The range of this formation is not large, it just happens to cover all the places the two people have just passed during the fight, and the spirit stone in the middle was dropped by Jiang Jingmo when he was stabbed by her, and the blood just happened to drip, which just happened to activate the formation, and the few breaths that Yang Qing was controlled by the cold were also enough for her to be trapped in the formation.

"Did you let me stab you on purpose?"

Yang Qing looked at the girl in front of him, and waves of emotion appeared in his eyes.

"You left that flaw for me."

"Smart." Jiang Jingmo did not hesitate to praise.

"I've told Brother Daoist Yang to be more careful. When I said I had a backup plan, I meant it."

Jiang Jingmo snapped his fingers and the formation was activated immediately. Every time Yang Qing tried to break through the formation, her sword moves would be copied and stabbed back at her. As time went on, the copied sword moves surged like a tide, and sword shadows filled the sky. Whether Yang Qing could withstand this attack depended entirely on herself.

However, it is easy to break this formation. It only requires someone outside to break it, and the trapped person can be rescued naturally. However, it may be difficult for the people present to rescue her.

Jiang Jingmo turned his head to look at Bai Jinyue. The bruise on her shoulder was still there, but it didn't seem to have spread. However, seeing her pale face, she must be feeling unwell.

Jiang Jingmo looked at Bai Jinyue's poisoned shoulder blade and found something interesting. The wound at the poisoned place should be a sword wound. It seemed that someone must have stabbed her with a sword, and the sword was smeared with poison.

It’s a poisonous sword, Jiang Jingmo had a guess in his mind.

She held the sword and walked towards Bai Jinyue.

"What are you doing? We can't kill each other at this sect conference!"

Bai Jinyue looked at Jiang Jingmo, her eyes widened with fear.

"I know, who said I was going to kill you."

Jiang Jingmo didn't get angry but laughed instead. Without talking about the rules, killing her directly, wouldn't that be too easy for her?

What's more, Jiang Jingmo now wants to try what would happen if she snatched away the opportunities that Bai Jinyue obtained in the original book.

She pulled Chu Jiaojiao out from the corner, and amid Chu Jiaojiao's shouting and cursing, she used the ghost vine that she had obtained from the Chu family tomb to tie the two of them tightly together.

Afterwards, Jiang Jingmo looked down at Bai Jinyue, the emotions in his eyes were unclear.

"Did you get a sword here?"

Bai Jinyue's face changed and she didn't answer her.

Jiang Jingmo naturally knew that Bai Jinyue would not tell her easily, so she snatched her space bag. Because her level was higher than Bai Jinyue, she easily wiped off the spiritual mark on it.

When she opened it, a sword with a black handle and a red gem inlaid in it flew out, and the blade went straight towards her.

Jiang Jingmo stepped back a few steps and blocked twice with the Jiang Chu sword. Then a red-haired boy appeared from the Chi Shui sword. The boy caught the Chi Shui sword and his blood-red eyes stared at Jiang Jingmo dimly.

"You smell so good, what do you want to do?"

Chi Shui tilted his head and looked at her, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Your sword is also very interesting."