After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

After Murong Ling'er, Chu Lingfeng and others tidied themselves up, they continued on their journey.

When they reached a narrow mountain road, they saw a man and a woman standing side by side, blocking their way.

The two of them stared at Chu Lingfeng, their eyes revealing indescribable complex emotions.

The man was dressed in a black robe, with an upright posture, a stern face, and a look of scrutiny and hostility in his eyes.

The woman was dressed in a fiery red dress, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face but a hint of cruelty. She was holding a long whip in her hand.

The man spoke first, his voice low and cold: "Chu Lingfeng, I finally got to see you today!"

Chu Lingfeng frowned slightly, his expression solemn: "Who are you? Why are you blocking the road?"

Yuan Qiulu stared at Chu Lingfeng, his eyes revealing an emotion that Chu Lingfeng could not fathom. The man beside him was quite polite. He clasped his fists towards Chu Lingfeng and said, "Sorry! Prince Chu, it was not our intention to capture you. We hope you will cooperate and not resist! Otherwise, if we accidentally hurt someone, it would be disastrous!"

A threatening look swept over Murong Ling'er and the others. Wang Lingyue, holding a long sword, looked nonchalant and said with a grin, "Hey, everyone, don't move. Swords don't have eyes!"

"Are you also after the witch clan token?"

"It is really a helpless move. I hope Prince Chu can understand." Wang Lingyue said while winking at Chu Lingfeng.

Hearing this, Chu Lingfeng's eyes were extremely cold. This pair of chivalrous lovers, known as the Shenyue Couple, were not only chivalrous and hated evil, but also killed many corrupt officials and were once on the court's wanted list. However, no one expected that they would also attack the Chu family for the Witch Doctor Order.

"Stop talking nonsense and come on!"

Yuan Qiulu shouted loudly, and the long whip in his hand instantly lashed out like a mad dragon from the sea, whistling towards Chu Lingfeng. The long whip seemed like a living thing, with a sharp sound of wind, and the barbs on the whip flashed a terrifying light in the sunlight.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chu Lingfeng did not dare to take it head-on. His figure flashed like a ghost and he jumped several feet in an instant, avoiding the fatal blow.

However, the long whip seemed to have its own spirit, chasing closely and lashing out again with the force of thunder.

Chu Lingfeng reacted extremely quickly, drawing out the short sword from his waist. The sword and whip collided instantly, and with a loud "clang" sound, sparks flew everywhere, and the powerful impact force caused dust to fly around.

In the air, Chu Lingfeng and Yuan Qiulu fought back and forth, and the shadows of swords and the wind of whips intertwined into a thrilling scene.

Chu Lingfeng was seen holding a long sword, his figure as erratic as a ghost, and the sword in his hand turned into sharp rays of light, attacking Yuan Qiulu like a storm. Every time he thrust out the sword, he was determined to kill, as if he wanted to put the person in front of him to death.

Yuan Qiulu was not to be outdone. She wielded the long whip in her hand with great force, like a nimble poisonous snake, sometimes circling and dancing, sometimes suddenly attacking. Her moves were tricky and strange, making it difficult to grasp and defend against.

At this time, the two people in the air were fighting hard, with sword energy and whip shadows crisscrossing, forming a thrilling picture.

Wang and several others were sitting in a carriage watching the battle from a distance. They were frightened by the fierce battle scene and covered their mouths tightly, fearing that they would not be able to hold back and scream.

His eyes were filled with fear and worry. He stared at Chu Lingfeng anxiously, praying silently in his heart that he would be safe.

In contrast, Murong Ling'er and Murong Chen were still sitting steadily on their horses, their faces as calm as water, without any ripples, as if this life-and-death battle was nothing more than a trivial performance to them.

Murong Ling'er narrowed her beautiful eyes and admired Chu Lingfeng's swordsmanship with great interest, while Murong Chen crossed his arms with his arms, his eyes deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Wang Lingyue was originally leaning leisurely against a big tree, with a gloating smile on his lips. He thought that with Yuan Qiulu's martial arts skills, he would be able to easily defeat the sickly Chu Lingfeng, and he could just watch the fun from the side.

However, just when he inadvertently turned his gaze to the other people around him, he suddenly saw Murong Chen sitting steadily in the carriage. In an instant, the smile on Wang Lingyue's face froze, replaced by a look of deep doubt.

When he first saw it, he felt that it looked somewhat familiar, which made Wang Lingyue stunned for a moment.

He frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly, he looked up at Chu Lingfeng in the air. He saw that Chu Lingfeng had a frown on his face and was waving the sword in his hand tightly, forcing Yuan Qiulu to retreat step by step.

He suddenly looked down at Murong Chen and couldn't help muttering to himself, "Oh my! Why does this kid look so much like Chu Lingfeng when he frowns?"

At this moment, his thoughts were racing in his mind, and he once again cast his gaze on Yuan Qiulu, who was fighting fiercely with Chu Lingfeng but was obviously at a disadvantage. He saw that Yuan Qiulu was in a disheveled state, his moves were messy, and he was forced to retreat step by step by Chu Lingfeng's powerful offensive.

He shook his head slightly, sighed softly, then turned to face Murong Ling'er and said seriously, "Alas! I was forced to do this too!"

These words exploded in the air like thunder. Before anyone could react, the long sword in his hand, shining with cold light, had already been unsheathed like lightning and stabbed straight towards Murong Chen.

In an instant, the sword wind whistled, and the sword energy crisscrossed, as if to tear the surrounding air apart, and it rushed straight to Murong Chen's vital points with unparalleled power.

At this critical moment, Huo Shuixian, who was standing next to the carriage, revealed an excited and vicious light in his eyes, and it seemed as if his eyes could spit out fire.

She gritted her teeth and thought viciously in her heart: "As long as this little bastard dies, that bitch Murong Ling'er will be in excruciating pain. This is really satisfying!" The corners of her mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a hideous and twisted expression.

"It's just looking for death!"

All that was heard was Murong Ling'er's delicate and angry shout, her voice exploding in the air like thunder from the sky. At the same time, her eyebrows were raised, anger was burning in her beautiful eyes, and her whole body exuded a heart-pounding pressure.

It happened in a flash. Murong Ling'er swung her jade hand suddenly and slashed towards the long sword that was flashing with cold light with lightning speed. The momentum of this attack was like a rainbow, as if it would tear the entire void apart.

At this time, Murong Chen, who was held tightly in Murong Ling'er's arms, had an extremely calm and composed expression on his cute pink face, without any sign of panic.

Not only that, the little guy actually had the leisure to turn his head and pay attention to the fierce battle scene between Chu Lingfeng and Yuan Qiulu not far away, as if he was full of curiosity and interest in this thrilling fight.

Yuan Qiulu was almost having her whip snatched away by Chu Lingfeng, and she was already furious.