The dead branches were streaked on the hard floor tiles, and the sound of slapping flew out.

A person's name is written in strokes.

"Bai Ning..." Dan's vermilmed with vermilion lips. In the bun that was tied up, a strand of black hair ran out mischievously, hanging on his forehead, swaying gently in the soft wind.

"What are you doing now... well... you must be flirting with Xifu."

“….. It’s really jealous of that silly woman.”

"I originally wanted to help you... I originally wanted you to take a look at me more... Why can't I look at me more..."

“Is it that difficult at first glance?”

Outside the Hall of Light and on the school grounds, Xiaopinger felt that she should write another name next to the two words Bai Ning. Suddenly, she wrote the two words "Sareful to Fu", and then she felt a little dazzling. The dead branches in her hand were randomly circled and crossed the name, and then she raised her head with satisfaction.

Opposite to the sight, the stone steps below the square high platform, and the sound of the crowd's footsteps slowly came up. Prince Fang Tianding came over with a painting halberd and stood in the middle of the schoolyard. The rest were like Li Tianrun, Deng Yuanjue, Si Xingfang and others, with the Ming scholars scattered around the schoolyard.

"The saint is so impatient to take the position of leader, so there is no need to wait here alone until dawn."

As black as a spring, the black hair that sneaked out slid out between the snow-white fingers. Xiao Ping'er's peach cheeks were smiling, her beautiful eyes were flowing, and her graceful figure slowly rose, and her voice was gentle: "Don't the prince wear armor? Otherwise, it would hurt a lot and would die."

Fang Tianding gestured the painting halberd in his hand twice and shouted: "I should learn from my father, and I will be afraid that you are just Moyun Sect, especially a woman like you, and you will not let your brothers in the sect laugh at you!"

"It is rare for the prince to be so confident."

The two of them were talking in the field. After Deng Yuanjue recovered from his injury, he had rarely used force during this period. At this time, he tightened the Zen stick in his hand and whispered to Li Tianrun: "If the prince is defeated, how can we deal with it? The Ming Cult comes from the Moyun Cult. Although most of the scholars know the Ming Cult, they recite the Moyun Cult Sutra. If this woman controls the sect, the people below should not be too repulsive."

"Monk...Who do you agree with to be the leader?" Li Tianrun's eyes were always on the two people in the field.

Deng Yuanjue shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. If the prince has that ability, what's wrong with me sending him up if I sacrifice my life, but..."

"But he didn't."

Li Tianrun directly pointed out what he wanted to say, his eyes were fierce, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "I don't care who is the leader. As long as I have the ability to avenge my brother Tianyou, I will be willing to do it."

"Maybe some people don't think much."

Li Tianrun turned his head to look at him: "Do you think Fang Qi Buddha or Si Xingfang? The Fang Qi Buddha above the battle formation may still have some abilities, but in this battle between the world, he is a little weaker. As for Si Xingfang, if he intervenes in, he is purely seeking death. Mo Yun Sect wants to reorganize Jiangnan Ming Sect, and is it a woman who comes alone?"

His eyes returned to the two people on the field, and there was finally a change. The two figures in his sight suddenly rushed towards both sides.

The Adam's apple rolled and said, "Or this woman has great martial arts skills, very high and powerful."

The word "Awesome" just turned out, under the sun, something was shaking between the light and shadow. Then Li Tianrun saw a Taoist figure flying backwards there, and he slammed into the field with a slight whisper, screaming in pain.

"What's going on over there? I've lost so quickly..." Deng Yuanjue frowned, a little lost.

Li Tianrun nodded, looked at the woman, and said in a deep voice: "What the other party practices should be a more extreme skill."

However, in the blink of an eye, Fang Tianding was defeated and someone rushed in.

A little red heart was in the middle of the beautiful eyebrows, frowned slightly, and at the other end of the vision, the black shadow rushing in turned into a afterimage. A cold and ruthless knife suddenly waved across the woman's slender waist as the muscles exploded.

"Drink"

The blade danced, and in a blink of an eye, half a round of cold light spread out. The figure of Xiao Ping'er suddenly opened a distance of one foot, and the red gauze robe sleeves were facing the plump chest. The fine needle reflected the morning light and shone with dazzling inch light, and flew over. Si Xingfang turned the handle of the knife, and the blade body rotated like a fan blade of an electric fan.

可以可

Three subtle collisions in succession, with sparks splashing, they were blocked and fell to the ground.

"If one can't win, two will come. The big man actually bullied a homeless weak woman like this." Xiao Ping'er gently wiped the corners of her eyes with fair fingers, as if there were really tears in it.

"The dignified saint of Moyun Sect is Helian Ruxin. I think you are pretending to be a fake." Si Xingfang spitted on the ground, then he was like a running wild horse, crushing towards the morning light with a touch of red.

At this time, the tall and burly figure pushed directly towards the weak woman opposite, slashing and swinging. Xiao Ping'er still chuckled and looked at the other party with resentment. The blue bricks under her feet burst one after another. It was a palm with all her strength, and it was extremely fast, covering it with a stack of overlaps and stamping it on the other party's knife.

In the air, the rotating and flying things reflected the dazzling light reflected in the morning light, and then fell down. With a jingle, half of the knife penetrated into the gap between the blue bricks.

Si Xingfang trembled and took two steps back, staring at the blade body that was still half left in his hand, and then looked at the other party's soft and boneless hand with an expression of incredible belief.

"Master Si takes a step aside"

A sudden voice suddenly approached behind the burly man and then raised it.

"The prince must not..."

Si Xingfang turned around and wanted to stop Fang Tianding who was approaching. Now he knew that the woman in front of him was no longer able to win in just two or three people.

However, the red sleeves flicked.

Si Xingfang suddenly felt a powerful force pushing him forward, and then pushing him towards the man who looked like a crazy tiger.

The halberd crashed into the body and penetrated.

Si Xingfang stared at the halberd pole that was sank into his body, and his gaze slowly moved upwards to look at the prince who was already shocked and at a loss. He shook his head and his voice was extremely low.

"The prince... the fate cannot be violated. The Ming Cult... the Ming Cult... is afraid there is no hope."

"ah"

Fang Tianding roared with grief and pulled out the painting halberd. Si Xingfang's body fell down with blood all over the ground. His angry eyes were covered with blood, and he stepped forward and rushed over again.

The weak palm stretched out and grabbed the halberd.

As soon as he pulled, he suddenly snatched it.

The rough male voice suddenly appeared from Xiao Ping'er's mouth: "I don't know the sky is high and the earth is thick."

A halberd swung out, and cut it against the other party's shoulder. The head jumped into the air, landed on the ground and rolled twice. The headless corpse fell straight down.

The Ming Cultists, Deng Yuanjue and Li Tianrun, were rushing over the schoolyard, and more people were rushing over, which was hard to describe as confusion.

The red embroidered cloth shoes stepped on Fang Tianding's head.

The red gauze was floating in the wind, and the little bottle looked at the rising sunrise in the east, with his voice sometimes men and women, and his sleeves suddenly waved at Deng Yuanjue and others. The wind blew up on the ground, and the wind and dust rolled.

"My name is the sunrise in the east, and the world of horses is the only one who is invincible!"

His eyes swept towards everyone, and his gentle expression faded away, but it became cold. There was something different in his expression between his eyebrows and eyes, which was quite similar to a man named Bai Ning.

"Dismantle the sun and the moon in the morning, and escape from the world."

The woman stepping on the head, dancing with red gauze, facing everyone with a lonely and cold frost.
Chapter completed!