Wei Qinghe frowned deeply. "Shan Lingze, are you threatening me?"
Then, a phantom image of a white tiger appeared behind Wei Qinghe.
"White Tiger!"
Seeing this, Shan Lingze's smile deepened, and he threw the person in his hand into the formation.
The Hunyuan Fan flew out and spun rapidly in front of his chest, and a phantom image appeared behind him that was neither horn-less nor dragon-like.
Two illusory figures and the magical artifacts in their hands flew out simultaneously. The jade-like longsword pierced the air with the power of multiple elements, while the Hunyuan Fan was like a storm.
The roar of the tiger and the cry of the dragon were deafening.
Wei Qinghe then engaged in a fierce battle with Shan Lingze, a battle that was truly earth-shattering.
The two magical artifacts were swinging back and forth in the air, originally going back and forth, but with a palm strike from Shan Lingze, the jade-like longsword was knocked down.
The Hunyuan Fan went straight for Wei Qinghe. Even though Wei Qinghe reacted quickly, she was still cut on her upper arm, and the wound revealed the bone.
"Wei Qinghe, just surrender obediently!"
The white tiger phantom was also shattered by the dragon-like figure.
A gust of wind swept through, and Wei Qinghe was directly engulfed in the formation, with a spirit-binding lock suddenly appearing on her body.
The untimely voice suddenly entered his ears, and Wei Qinghe stared blankly at the cultivators beside him.
The cultivators lowered their eyes with complicated expressions; what was happening over there was indeed not suitable for a woman like Wei Qinghe to hear.
Although Wei Qinghe was inexperienced in such matters, she was not entirely ignorant.
She could tell from the expressions of the cultivators that the suffering woman was a cultivator from a celestial sect.
"Qinghe!"
The voice of Daoist Fuyue, which was as cold and clear as ice and jade, trembled noticeably.
His handsome face was filled with worry, and he made no attempt to hide his concern for Wei Qinghe's safety.
"You blockhead, you've finally arrived." Shan Lingze was not afraid when he saw Fuyue Daozun appear; instead, a triumphant glint flashed in his eyes.
He did this to lure Daoist Fuyue here.
"Shan Lingze, how dare you hurt her!"
The Daoist Master Fuyue had never been so angry in front of others. Looking at Wei Qinghe's clothes stained with blood, his gentle expression instantly turned cold.
The ice sword slashed through the sky with a resentful cry. Instead of being worried, Shan Lingze summoned the Hunyuan Fan.
Seeing this, Wei Qinghe disregarded the spirit-binding lock on her body and forcibly activated several spirit talismans from her sleeve.
When she looked over the rock and saw the scene behind her, she had a fleeting thought of gouging out her own eyes.
It was all white... a vast expanse. Was it something an outsider like her could see?
There are still so many people together.
There was also a noticeably familiar red and swollen face.
Lord Liuli!
Liuli Zhenjun was covered in marks, and at that moment she looked at Wei Qinghe with hatred in her eyes.
"Wei Qinghe!"
The talisman in front of Wei Qinghe finally flew out, hitting several demonic cultivators and knocking them away.
Liuli Zhenjun weakly got up and hurriedly picked up the tattered clothes on the ground and put them on.
Several demonic cultivators rushed towards Wei Qinghe.
Bound by the Spirit Binding Lock, Wei Qinghe could not exert much combat power and could only dodge quickly.
"Fellow Daoist Wei, be careful!"
Pfft!
The sound of a longsword piercing flesh rang out abruptly.
Wei Qinghe felt a sharp pain in her back as a blade pierced through her right breast from behind.
Liuli Zhenjun, his clothes disheveled, appeared behind Wei Qinghe at some unknown time and actually stabbed her with a sword.
The monks were stunned, staring in disbelief at what was happening before their eyes.
"Liuli, you're insane!"
Someone shouted, and Wei Qinghe once again used her weakened spiritual power to activate the talisman. The talisman flew out and knocked Liuli Zhenjun away.
With a wicked grin on her face, Liuli Zhenjun drew her longsword, intending to stab again.
"Wei Qinghe, go to hell! Why do you have such a good background? Why do you have such strong fighting power? Why..."
Another loud bang.
The formation that had trapped everyone broke instantly.
The handsome figure flashed by, warmth slowly enveloped me from behind, and the faint scent of snow wafted over.
"Qinghe..."
The trembling sound rang in my ears, and the warm breath brushed against them like a feather.
Fuyue Daozun held a sword in one hand and wrapped his other arm around Wei Qinghe's waist.
Not far away, Shan Lingze was kneeling on the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His silver-gray mask was nowhere to be seen, revealing a face with exquisite and perfect features.
His face was as pale as paper, and although he was dressed in black, it was hard to tell what was wrong, but there was blood all over the ground beneath him.
He struggled to his feet, feeling resentful, but staggered a few steps and fell back down.
It is clear that he was seriously injured in this battle.
"Young Master!"
The demonic cultivator quickly stepped forward and caught him.
Dan Lingze stared intently at Fuyue Daozun, unwilling to give up, and then suddenly grinned when he saw the person in Fuyue's arms.
"Wei Qinghe, we will meet again."
As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic cultivator threw an explosive ball, and the group immediately fled underground.
Wei Qinghe's spiritual power was almost completely drained by the Spirit Binding Lock, and her body was even weaker.
"Qinghe..."
"Daoist Fuyue, it was Liuli who injured Fellow Daoist Wei." A cultivator who couldn't stand it immediately reported to Daoist Fuyue.
Fuyue Daozun picked up Wei Qinghe and glanced at Liuli Zhenjun before leaving.
"I will settle this score with the Azure Sword Sect! The Spirit Sect will not let this go either!"
When Liuli Zhenjun met Fuyue Daozun's dark eyes, he felt as if the blood in his body had frozen at that moment.
An unprecedented sense of panic arose in my heart.
If Fuyue Daozun had looked at her like this before, she would have felt very happy, but at this moment she only felt afraid.
An invisible pressure descended, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"No, no, it wasn't me, it wasn't me, I'm the victim..."
Fuyue Daozun carried Wei Qinghe and quickly flew away on his sword.
The cultivators present were completely baffled by the words and actions of the True Monarch Liuli.
"Liuli, you really are shameless to the extreme."
“It’s understandable that Fellow Daoist Wei tried every means to save you when you were under the Spirit Binding Lock, but you not only didn’t know how to be grateful, you actually betrayed us with hatred.”
"If Liuli could knowingly seduce Dai Xingyu when he was already married, and shamelessly use Fellow Daoist Wei's dowry as a betrothal gift, what else wouldn't she do?"
“She demanded that Fellow Daoist Wei hand over the mountain as collateral right from the start of this secret realm training.”
"Shameless! You even tried to lure the demonic cultivators to harm Fellow Daoist Wei."
"What face does she have? When she was being pinned down by so many demonic cultivators, she was screaming happily."
"That's right, she didn't resist at all, she was enjoying herself the whole time."
Liuli Zhenjun clutched his head frantically, crying, "No, no, no, I didn't mean that. I was just... just too scared."
The last look in Fuyue Daozun's eyes was something she dared not recall, yet could not forget; it kept appearing before her eyes.
Would Daoist Fuyue really take action against the Qingjian Sect and the Ling Sect for Wei Qinghe's sake?
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