Invincible Starts From God-level Plunder

In the Yin-Yang Mountain Sea Realm, the only island within the vast Yin Sea, should be full of yang energy. But now, it is bland, no different from the outside world.

The area of ​​this island is similar to that of Yinhu Lake. In the ordinary environment, the aura of Yangling is particularly obvious. As long as a strong Wu Zong lives in one corner, he can get a clear picture of the general position of all Yang Lings on the entire island.

At this moment, a man and a woman are on the island. The man was wearing Tsing Yi, holding a light blue long sword, and a trace of cold air radiated from the blade. The woman was wearing a long skirt with an orchid-like temperament, holding a magnificent purple long sword, her aura was much weaker than the man beside her.

It was Jiang Wencheng and Zilan.

"Your Highness, this is already the hinterland of the island, and Yang Ling's strength is comparable to the peak of Wu Zong's second level, which is already the limit that we can deal with together. If we go deeper, I'm afraid it will be dangerous." Zi Landai frowned slightly.

Jiang Wencheng nodded calmly, agreeing with Zilan's point of view.

Seeing Jiang Wencheng's expressionless face, Zi Lan sighed. Since the auction meeting in Wanbao Pavilion ended, Jiang Wencheng seemed to be a different person when he was behind. She wanted to ask, but dared not speak.

She only knew that Jiang Wencheng's change must be related to Gu Tianyi, and it was not a good thing.

"Gu Tianyi, isn't that just the young patriarch of a declining family? Why do you feel that he is so mysterious? For him, His Royal Highness did not hesitate to join hands with his deadly enemy Jiang Chenyu. Moreover, His Royal Highness has changed, which makes me feel good strangeness……"

Just as Zilan was thinking, Jiang Wencheng had already fought with a Yang Ling who was at the second level of the Wuzong peak.

"Zi Lan, what are you thinking, come and help!" Jiang Wencheng shouted.

"yes!"

Zilan was stunned for a moment, and immediately came back to her senses, releasing the Thousand Blades Youlan Martial Spirit, showing Wu Zongyi's cultivation at the first level.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a sword flower, and the sword energy shot towards Yang Lingbiao.

But at this moment, a burst of icy chill descended, and the surrounding temperature plummeted. Above the sky, a cold light flickered, and under the ice and snow storm, a pure white giant sword more than ten feet long swept down.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

Seeing this, Jiang Wencheng immediately switched the Qingming Sword Wuhun, turning the whole line of offensive into defensive, but he was still knocked away by the aftermath of the giant sword falling from the sky.

The cold air was soaring into the sky, and the white mist was lingering, covering the sight.

"His Royal Highness!"

Zilan was taken aback, and hurriedly chased in the direction where Jiang Wencheng flew out.

When the strong wind blew away the white mist, a crack more than ten feet long was left on the ground that had just passed by. And the yang spirit that was fighting with Jiang Wencheng disappeared immediately, turned into a wisp of quantified spiritual power, soared upwards, and entrenched on a fifteen or sixteen year old girl.

This person is Gu Qingrui.

She stood in the air, even facing Jiang Wencheng, she still had that haughty expression on her face.

With cold eyes fixed on the light blue sword Wuhun floating behind Jiang Wencheng, driving the spirit treasure, he came towards Jiang Wencheng.

"Gu Qingrui!" Jiang Wencheng also recognized her, with a touch of apprehension in his expression, he frowned and said, "This Yang Ling was killed by you, so it belongs to you. There is still a long way to go before the end of the three Qinglong meetings." When it's an hour, I don't want to argue with you."

"As this is not a boundary line, you go east, we go west, without getting involved with each other, how about it?"

In Jiang Wencheng's words, there was a bit of guilt.

All he knew about Gu Qingrui was from Jiang Chenyu, and he also knew that she was from outside the region. For this kind of person, if you can not provoke them, it is best not to provoke them.

What's more, it is now in the Yin-Yang Mountain Sea Realm, and in the eyes of Gu Qingrui, the people in the region are all ants. For ants, she doesn't have much reason to speak of.

After Jiang Wencheng finished speaking, he winked at Zilan, and the two turned around to leave.

boom!

Just as the two of them took a step, the Han Tian Sword descended from the sky and stuck in front of them, blocking their way.

Jiang Wencheng and Gu Qingrui are both at the peak of Wu Zong's first level, and they are also sword martial souls, but the gap between the two is like a chasm.

Judging from what Gu Qingrui did, he didn't intend to let them go.

"Gu Qingrui, do you have anything else to do?" Jiang Wencheng said, looking back at her.

"I don't know you, but you know my name, tell me, who are you?" Gu Qingrui asked.

"The son of Prince You of Qingming Kingdom, Jiang Wencheng." Jiang Wencheng said.

He deliberately named You Wang's son by name, hoping that Gu Qingrui would be a little bit more modest, so as not to embarrass him too much.

Hearing this, Gu Qingrui chuckled lightly, showing great interest, and said, "Young Prince? Then you and Jiang Chenyu should have a good relationship?"

"It can only be said that we know each other, so we have to be wrong." Jiang Wencheng said.

"Oh, then what's your martial soul's name, and where did it come from?" Gu Qingrui asked.

From the beginning to the end, she was looking at the Qingming Sword Wuhun.

Her question was very jumpy, which made Jiang Wencheng a little confused, but since she asked, Jiang Wencheng could only answer truthfully:

"This is the Qingming Kingdom royal family, the martial spirit passed down from generation to generation by the Jiang family, called the Qingming Sword."

As soon as the words Qingmingjian came out, Gu Qingrui was slightly moved, and a sneer was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

"You mean, Qingming Sword?"

Before the words were finished, Gu Qingrui had already arrived in front of Jiang Wencheng.

The little hand stuck out like a ghost, and the cold spiritual power condensed into a palm, pinching Jiang Wencheng's neck. Gently raised his arm, Jiang Wencheng didn't have the slightest ability to resist, he was lifted up directly, his face flushed.

"What do you want to do to His Royal Highness?" Zi Lan asked angrily.

The Thousand Blades Youlan Martial Soul was cast, and the power was integrated into the purple long sword, and it slashed towards Gu Qingrui.

"roll!"

With a soft shout, the sound wave and the stellar energy merged, and the purple orchid was sent flying several feet away.

Zi Landai frowned slightly, and blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Gu Qingrui didn't take Zilan seriously, in her opinion, Zilan was just an ant, dispensable. Now, she is attracted by the Qingming Sword Wuhun, so naturally she has no energy to care about these insignificant people.

"The Qingming sword, is it something that ordinary people can touch? No wonder Jiang Chenyu has never used a martial soul in front of me, so that's the case. As the son of the world, he is much smarter than you."

"I'm going to dig it up now to see what kind of tricks you, Qingmingjian Wuhun, have!"

With a thought of Gu Qingrui, streams of icy sword energy condensed around her body. The sword energy gradually solidified, and each handle seemed to be carved from ice crystals, sharp and full of artistry.

"You lunatic!" Jiang Wencheng gritted his teeth tightly, with a ruthless look in his eyes.

"Hehe, you ants, you can say whatever you want."

boom!

The icy long sword turned into a white sword light, and each sword made a sharp sound of breaking wind, stabbing towards Jiang Wencheng.

But when the blade was less than three inches away from Jiang Wencheng, they all stopped.

At this moment, a blue light burst out from Jiang Wencheng's body, covering the swords hanging in the air around him.

"The third supernatural power, the Qing Ming Curse!" Jiang Wencheng's face twisted, and these words slowly popped out of his mouth.

Then he turned to Zilan and said, "Let's go!"

Zilan's delicate body trembled, she stared at Gu Qingrui and Jiang Wencheng who was under the Qingming Curse, with a look of determination in her eyes. With a flash of purple light, Yu Jian left.

"Hehe, the Qingming Curse is interesting. I was just looking for a punching bag to let off steam. Since you came here, I'll have fun with you." Gu Qingrui sneered.