The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Wang Qingyan's face instantly darkened.

She is a saintess, and among her peers in the Qian Yuan Sect and even the entire Central Region, she is the undisputed leader.

After entering the spiritual realm, people respectfully made way for him wherever he went. He had never been treated so disrespectfully to his face before.

"How ungrateful!"

Wang Qingyan snorted coldly, and her spiritual power suddenly condensed, transforming into a moon-white light blade that slashed straight down towards Wang Long's face!

The light blade was extremely fast and angled sharply, carrying a fierce fluctuation of mental energy, clearly showing no intention of holding back.

At the same time, Zhao Heng also made a move.

Although he didn't speak, his movements were even more decisive than Wang Qingyan's. With a swift movement, he circled around to Wang Long's side.

He conjured a dark golden spiritual energy spear in his hand, its tip aimed straight at Wang Long's waist.

The two, one in front and one behind, worked in perfect coordination. Their weapons, formed from concentrated spiritual energy, traced two sharp trajectories in the air, sealing off all of Wang Long's space to dodge.

Wang Long's eyes finally became more serious.

He could sense that these two people's use of spiritual power was indeed much more sophisticated than those he had encountered before, and they were obviously extremely experienced in combat within the spiritual realm.

He quickly put the pale golden fruit in his hand into his pocket, and with a clenched fist in his right hand, a pale golden lightsaber condensed in his palm.

Instead of retreating, he stepped forward to meet the moon-white blade of light!

The lightsaber slashed diagonally upwards, striking the side of the moon-white light blade precisely and deflecting it by half an inch.

Wang Qingyan's light blade grazed his shoulder, drawing an arc in the air before dissipating into the air several meters away.

Immediately afterward, Wang Long continued walking, turned around, and used his lightsaber to block the tip of Zhao Heng's dark gold spear.

clang!

A crisp collision resounded through the valley, and the shockwave generated by the collision of mental energy sent surrounding rocks and grass flying.

Using the recoil, the two took half a step back. Wang Long steadied himself and looked at Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He hadn't held back with that shot, intending to cooperate with Wang Qingyan to win in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, not only did she not panic, but she also accurately neutralized their combined attack.

"That's interesting."

Zhao Heng's voice was a bit more composed than Wang Qingyan's, but it carried a more restrained sense of pressure.

Wang Qingyan's attack missed its mark, and her expression turned even uglier.

She stared coldly at Wang Long, her tone laced with anger at being offended, her voice sharp:

"Which sect are you from? State your name! This Holy Maiden wants to see which protector dares to be so arrogant in front of the four major sects of the Central Region!"

Wang Long did not answer her question, but only slightly moved his wrist holding the sword. The combat instinct brought by the Chaos Dao Body made him more adept at this kind of pure mental power confrontation.

He remained unaffected by the other party's background, his tone still calm:

"Two against one, and you still can't win? You have the nerve to ask who I am?"

Wang Qingyan was thoroughly enraged by these words. She gritted her teeth, and her spiritual power surged once again.

Moon-white light condensed in her palm into a slender light sword, even more solid and sharp than the previous moon-white light blade.

Zhao Heng gripped the dark gold spear tightly again, abandoning his previous composed demeanor. The spear tip dipped slightly, and his aura became even more steady than before.

They have clearly begun to take this opponent, who "appeared out of nowhere," seriously.

The two exchanged a glance and launched their second attack almost simultaneously.

This time, their coordination was even better than before. Wang Qingyan's sword light was sharp and swift, pouring down like a moon-white rainstorm, blocking Wang Long's front.

Zhao Heng's spear thrust from the side and below at even more cunning angles, the spear shadows alternating between real and illusory, making it difficult to determine the true direction of the attack.

Wang Long did not retreat. He took a deep breath, and the pale golden lightsaber in his hand emitted a low hum under the infusion of his spiritual power. His figure quickly darted between the sword light and the spear shadow.

Golden sword light clashed and intertwined with moon-white and dark gold light in the valley.

Each collision was accompanied by a crisp clang and ripples of dissipated spiritual energy, causing the surrounding spiritual plants and rubble to shake violently.

The battle between the two sides has reached a delicate balance.

Wang Qingyan and Zhao Heng's combined strength was indeed formidable. Their teamwork and the skill in using their mental power far surpassed any of Wang Long's previous opponents.

However, Wang Long's combat awareness was equally sharp. The instinctive reactions brought by his Chaotic Dao Body allowed him to always find that momentary opening in their attacks and launch a counterattack.

The two sides exchanged blows, their swords and spears clashing in the air, producing a dense, clanging sound.

Wang Long could feel that his mental energy was being consumed at a faster rate than before.

But at the same time, every block, every counterattack, and every judgment made under extreme conditions made his mental strength more refined.

He quickly adapted to his opponent's rhythm during the battle.

This pure contest of mental strength, devoid of any external forces, actually made his control over his own power even more refined.

Zhao Heng's expression changed little by little. He didn't expect that even when he and Wang Qingyan joined forces, they couldn't gain a clear advantage in front of a strange cultivator.

Wang Qingyan became increasingly impatient as the fight progressed. Although her sword light remained sharp, it was no longer as calm as before, and some of her strikes even exhibited excessive curves.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a clear and familiar voice suddenly came from above the valley, carrying a hint of surprise and laughter, like a clear spring flowing into this tense battlefield.

"My lord! So you were here!"

Ye Niannu's figure leaped lightly down the gentle slope and landed steadily beside Wang Long.

She glanced at the two figures opposite her, then at Wang Long, a knowing smile in her peach blossom eyes.

"What, another blind fool?"

Wang Long lowered his lightsaber slightly, glanced at her sideways, and smiled.

"They outnumbered me and bullied me alone."

"Then I'll help you."

Ye Niannu smiled, and in her hand, a long sword of spiritual energy, its entire body gleaming with a light blue light, had already materialized. The blade shimmered with a fine luster and carried a sharpness that was completely at odds with her smile.

When Wang Qingyan saw Ye Niannu appear, her face visibly darkened.

Even with Zhao Heng working together, they couldn't take down Wang Long alone. Now that he has an extra ally, the situation has instantly reversed.

"Two against two, it's perfectly fair."

Before Ye Niannu could finish speaking, she had already moved.

Her sword light was even lighter and more graceful than Wang Long's, like a flowing emerald stream, cascading towards Wang Qingyan.

Wang Qingyan was forced to fight back. The moon-white sword light and the green sword light collided in the air, producing a series of dense and crisp sounds, and the air waves continued to spread.

Zhao Heng wanted to support Wang Qingyan, but Wang Long blocked his way with his sword.

Wang Long stood firmly, his golden sword light forming a solid Great Wall, blocking all of Zhao Heng's spear shadows.

This time, the situation has completely reversed.