C68

Chapter 68 - Seeking a breakthrough in combat

Actually, none of the disciples from the three great families showed up. One was that they felt that Beiming Lanyue and the other three were indeed not to be trifled with, and did not want to attract a potential rival because of the family's lack of reward.

Beiming Lanyue and the others all killed rogue cultivators, but because of their talent, they were recruited into the holy mountain.

Helian Qian was just an accident. She had a big chest and no brains. This woman was truly a weirdo.

Seeing Beiming Lan Yue covered in blood, blood kept sliding down her pretty face, making her look even more terrifying. What made Helian Qian even more afraid was, even in battle, the former would turn back from time to time and give her a bloody smile, revealing two rows of white teeth.

Helian Qian shivered. She knew Beiming Lan Yue was trying to tell her that she was going to die today.

Actually, Beiming Lan Yue didn't want to kill her, she just wanted to teach her a lesson. She had already offended the holy mountain, so there was no need to offend the Helian Family because of someone as big as him.

He did not expect that the two young siblings, who were only eleven or twelve years old, would actually be so fierce when they fought. Furthermore, it was very obvious that he was able to see them continuously growing during this battle, and even faintly show signs of breaking through.

Eh? Breakthrough? Beiming Shang chewed on these two words as he twitched his eyes. These two little fellows were actually making a breakthrough in this battle.

The disciples who were surrounded by Bei Mingfeng were even more joyous, as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Their fighting spirit rose crazily, and was determined to finish off Beiming Lan Yue and BeiMing Chu. At this moment, they no longer wanted to think about high-grade profound artifacts and primeval stone s, and what they wanted to live for was only, in their eyes, these two were even more terrifying than devils.

For a moment, boundless spirit energy gushed out crazily. Although the spirit energy condensed by a dozen or so Disciple of Holy Mountain s was not to the point of being apocalyptic, it was still enough to flatten several mountain peaks. This made Bei Mingfeng and Ling Zhuyue's heart jump to their throats.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Zhuyue raised her jade hand and was about to make her move.

Beiming Lanyue turned around and smiled, "Mother, don't worry, I can handle it myself."

Seeing this, Ling Zhuyue did not say anymore, and only chuckled: "Okay."

If the person who spoke to Ling Zhuyue just now was an angel, then in that instant, she was definitely an existence that was even more terrifying than the Rakshasi of the dark night.

"Since all of you insist on coming here to die so quickly, don't blame me for being ruthless." After she said this, she waved her hand. Wild and violent Yuan Power directly whizzed out and directly collided with the twenty majestic Yuan Power in a shocking manner.

"Boom!"

A world-shaking explosion sounded out. A dazzling white light that could not be described with words spread out. The eyes of the people with low cultivation were actually broken by this white light.

Beiming Lan Yue clashed with the twenty needles of power, and in an instant, only one scream after another was heard.

The instant the white light rose, Helian Qian hurriedly closed her eyes. The fear brought about by Beiming Lan Yue was constantly deepening in her heart. At the same time, she was also holding onto a sliver of hope in her heart.

At the same time, his lips curled up into a victorious smile. He was cheering nonstop in his heart, [You are still too tender to fight against me, Helian Qian.

Other than Bei Mingfeng and the others, almost everyone present believed that Beiming Lan Yue was dead this time.

The white light gradually disappeared, but what terrified Disciple of Holy Mountain was that what stood proudly were not the twenty figures of the Disciple of Holy Mountain, but a charming figure that stood tall like a pine tree.

But compared to the twenty Disciple of Holy Mountain s whose flesh and blood had not been left in the slightest, this situation was undoubtedly, no doubt, much, much better.