In Bodhi City, there was more than one Nan Mengjiao who was shocked!

Every warrior on the Five Lands has his eyes widened!

The fourth-level ghost spirit is so terrifying that he is willing to use his body as a shield to help Ye Chuyue?

boom!

In an instant, Chu Yue burst out.

Hundreds of ghosts followed their backs like shadows.

Chu Yue turned the defense and attacked Nan Mengjiao with one sword.

Nan Mengjiao's shooting skills are like a dragon, wandering out.

It has both the majestic momentum of mountains and rivers and the agility of giant pythons!

"Bang!"

Chu Yue fell from the sky, and the national protection sword in his hand slashed down instantly, like a tiger descending from the mountain and a dragon emerged from the abyss. The pure power seemed to crush all the solid things in the world!

When the sword and gun hit again, Nan Mengjiao, who was at Dawusheng's level, got numb and vomited blood.

She glared at Chu Yue fiercely and poured all the mysterious power of the Great Martial Saint into the spear.

The mountains and rivers came and counterattacked Chu Yue's lifeline.

Chu Yue was like the lonely wolf who was rushing around, without any detours, and then directly confronted her head with another knife!

"Bang!"

Between the sword and gun, the martial arts power burst out into light and hurricane!

Although Chu Yue has the help of the fourth-level ghost spirit, she is in the Wuzong realm. If she merges force with the ghost spirit, she will reduce her strength a lot.

With this collision, the weapons in both hands fell to the ground due to pain.

"This princess will never lose to a trash of Wuzong Ling Tian!"

Nan Mengjiao fought against Chu Yue with bare hands.

A leg covered with Sheng Xuanli swept across Chu Yue's face.

Chu Yue took a quick step and disappeared in front of Nan Mengjiao in an instant.

The next moment, it appeared to Nan Mengjiao's left.

Nan Mengjiao's eyes suddenly shrank, and she turned her head to look.

Chu Yue pressed her right knee against Nan Mengjiao's abdomen, causing Nan Mengjiao's body to arch and spit out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, Lei Ting punched Nan Mengjiao in the face with his right arm.

Nan Mengjiao's nose bridge was broken, and blood was overflowing from the entire face.

Chu Yue glanced at her cold-blooded and cruelly, "How dare you play fist with me?"

As the words fell, Nan Mengjiao's body slid on the ground.

The green-clothed maids and warriors from Xuanhan Continent were about to draw out their weapons to do it.

Chu Yueting's right arm was bombarded with a punch in the air, and hundreds of ghosts wandered behind him, making the entire Bodhi City tremble.

The Xuankan warriors stopped moving forward one after another!

Nan Mengjiao covered her broken nose bone, got up from the ground, stared at dozens of level 3 ghosts that she had tamed.

Her left hand light array suddenly appeared, and a blood-colored rune flashed instantly, as if she was following the next order to these third-level ghosts.

"Kill her!"

Nan Mengjiao shouted hysterically.

When the blood-colored runes appeared, the third-level ghosts rushed towards Chu Yue.

Chu Yue stood in the air, her red dress was blown by the wind.

Facing the third-level ghost spirit that was coming to her face, she remained as if the dark night emperor was still moving, and her eyes were unrest.

But I saw dozens of third-level ghosts, like His Highness’s ministers, lined up on both sides in the air, bowing their waists to Chu Yue!

Bu Hairou, Ye Mei, Shen Qingfeng, and Yuan Guihai all opened their eyes wide.

If they had not seen it with their own eyes, the shocking feeling of this feeling, they would not even dare to have such a ridiculous dream!

Chu Yue waved her hand, and the third-level ghosts surrounded her.

Nan Mengjiao shook her head, her eyes covered in blood red.

How could the ghost spirit she tamed be used by Ye Chuyue?

She is a proud disciple of the Master Yuling Mr. Zuo Zongjin!

The ghosts she learned throughout her life and worked hard to tame.

Ye Chuyue has nothing to do. As long as she stands there, she seems to be the master of this dark night!

Such cognition defeated Nan Mengjiao's reason.

Chu Yue's feet slowly landed on the ground, and a black cloak was pulled over from the Xuanhan Warrior on one side.

She looked back at Bu Hairou and said, "I'm not familiar with you, so I'll tell him some things myself."

Bu Hairou cried and laughed.

She remembered that in the realm of everything, Ye Chuyue's admiration for the Qilin Heavenly Emperor was like "the river flows endlessly."

Chu Yue covered Bu Hairou's cloak to cover her withering the humiliation left by the sword dance flowers.

Bu Hairou wrapped her cloak tightly, squatted down and helped the deceased young warrior up, looking at Chu Yue with red eyes: "I couldn't protect him."

Chu Yue looked at the restless young warrior's smile with blood on his lips, and his right hand, filled with thunder, clenched into a fist.

"Neither I."

She closed her eyes, slowly released her fist, and put the palm of Thunder's right arm on her left chest, and saluted a military salute to the young warrior who died heroically.

No matter how high she is, she will never forget her belief in being a general.

Now.

Xiao Li, Zhao Wushuang, Scar King and others were already surrounded by Bu Hairou and others.

The feast situation in Bodhi City suddenly changed.

The carnival of warriors in the four continents has one more land!

That's...

Lingtian Continent!

Nan Mengjiao stared at Chu Yue hatefully.

The other people's eyes were also fixed on her.

Chu Yue's eyes swept around, and her bright red lips pulled a cruel smile: "I, a warrior Lingtian, suffer, you really know how to enjoy this feast in Bodhi City, since you are from the Four Lands, how can you lose my Lingtian continent?"

Chu Yue waved his right hand away, and the National Protection Sword returned to the center of his palm.

She inserted the National Protection Sword into the scabbard on her spine, then moved out her legs, and walked forward with a momentum.

The position she was walking was exactly where Shen Qingfeng was.

Shen Qingfeng sat in the main seat of this feast.

Chu Yue stepped on the jade table and looked down at Shen Qingfeng and Ye Mei beside her.

The level 3 and 4 ghost spirits came to an instant, like a storm of black bells.

"Do you get out of here, or will I help you?"

Chu Yue looked at them coldly with her eyes, and her right arm was shining with a terrifying thunder and lightning.

Ye Mei frowned and looked at Chu Yue in surprise.

You should know that outside the Hundred Ghost Forest, Ye Chuyue still needs hundreds of people to support her in order to barely bear her ultimate skill.

Now, at the gathering of the Great Martial Saint, she actually reversed the Qiankun game by taming the level 4 ghost spirit as her trump card!

Even though Ye Mei is a proud and arrogant martial saint, she can't take action even if she feels the pressure of the level 4 ghost spirit.

Shen Qingfeng stood up from the chair and made a gesture of inviting, "Master Ye Chu, please--"

Chu Yue passed by him and turned around, the red dress made a beautiful curve.

She sat lazily on the throne intertwined with vines, kicked the jade table in front of her, swept around fiercely, and asked, "My safety camp in Lingtian Continent is stationed in this Hundred Ghost Forest, do you have any objections?"

No one responds, that is, the default is.

The warriors were in panic.
Chapter completed!