Chapter 106
"Sister, it's too early to say this..."
Sang Yihuan glanced sideways at Song Ling, with a pair of loving eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, with a little bit of coldness. She stood up, turned her wrist, and was sharp and sharp. The scabbard oozes cold light.
The wind was strong, like a roar rising from the ground.
The woman's flowing and flowing hair is flying in the wind, sometimes wrapped around her wrists, sometimes intimately attached to her slim waist. She is dressed in a red dress that is eye-catching, like a blazing flame in the endless wilderness.
The woman in white opposite her also had a cold look on her face, and the sword in her hand gave off an aura full of murderous intent.
The two looked at each other.
At that moment, it was as if time stood still.
The red sun, the sky, the strong wind or the thunder all disappeared in the eyes of the two people, and only each other was left.
This time, it will be until death.
Perhaps from the beginning, she and Song Ling were destined to be on opposite sides. She didn't get justice in her previous life, but she would definitely get it in this life.
Sang Yihuan's steps were light, and her figure was like a swallow's body. No one could see her, only her shadow, flying through the fallen leaves.
The sword's light glowed with clear light, and its blade shone with murderous intent.
Song Ling half-squinted her eyes, with a murderous intention flashing through her eyes. The illusion of coldness and peace was suddenly torn apart, and the Qing Ling sword pierced straight, bursting out unprecedented spiritual power.
The sword energy collided, causing sparks to fly.
Following the colliding swords, the two people's eyes met again. Unlike the usual turbulent undercurrents, the calm surface no longer existed.
This time they looked at each other, as if they were incompatible ice and fire, arousing the most primitive anger, which could not be calmed down for a long time.
Bang -
The sword in his hand was still exerting constant pressure, and the two refused to give in. It seemed that no one was losing, but Sang Yihuan clearly felt that her spiritual power was passing away very quickly.
The fierce mutual force caused the two to retreat suddenly.
Song Ling retreated in embarrassment, fell a few steps, and then managed to stop his strength. Sang Yihuan did not get any benefit, as his wrist trembled violently with the sword.
Song Ling chuckled lightly, her eyebrows flying, and her face was filled with pride: "You are not the only one who can form elixirs, I can also do it."
"Junior sister, you are so arrogant when you don't even know the opponent's trump card. You are really like a frog in a well, incredibly stupid."
When the two swords were facing each other, Sang Yihuan knew that Song Ling's cultivation had changed and she had entered the golden elixir.
Unexpectedly, Song Ling would be so cautious.
Arrogant and aloof people also learn to hide their clumsiness. If it were in the past, Song Ling would have told the world about it and promoted a false name, but now it is kept secret.
The more worried Song Ling became, the happier she became. The corners of Sang Yihuan's mouth curled up with an indistinct arc, revealing a bit of sarcasm.
