After an unknown amount of time, the sound of swords and thunder gradually ceased, and everything in the mountains became silent.

The three figures fell back into Momei Villa, making two large holes in the ground.

Yao Chong and Mo Qing stood side by side, their faces both pale, and Yao Chong's chest had dents, and blood could be seen on his clothes.

There are still thousands of swords hovering in front of them, but the light on the swords has dimmed much, and the sword energy is not as exciting as before.

Both the man and the sword were severely injured at this time.

Not far in front of them, Bai Wuxin stood with an expression on his face.

She looked much more embarrassed than Yao Chong and Mo Qing. After being swept away by countless sharp swords like rushing waves, her clothes had long been torn to pieces, with not even an inch missing, and her body was covered with deep and shallow wounds.

, the blood spread on her body that was still as white as jade, there was a different kind of beauty, but more importantly, it was still dangerous.

Bai Wuxin slapped himself hard on the chest, and a mouthful of blood suddenly popped out. The originally healed wound exploded again when the blood spurted out.

Although her whole body was injured and she took the initiative to touch all the wounds, Bai Wuxin's expression did not change at all. She looked at Yao Chong and Mo Qing and said, "The Canglang Sword Formation is indeed worthy of its reputation."

Yao Chong coughed twice and said, "It's not enough."

What he and Mo Qing used together was the Canglang Sword Formation, but it was not the strongest Canglang Sword Formation, otherwise Bai Wuxin's fist power would not have broken through the sword formation at the last moment and landed on his chest.

He took off his outer robe and threw it on Bai Wuxin. Although the outer robe had suffered a lot of damage, it was at least a layer of coverage.

Bai Wuxin did not take it and let Yao Chong's robe fall away. He then looked at Yao Chong and Mo Qing with admiration and said, "You are very good."

This is not the first time she has shown her appreciation for them.

Yao Chong glanced at Mo Qing next to him. He knew very well that Mo Qing seemed to be in good condition now, but in fact she was very exhausted. She had been calculating the various changes in the Canglang Sword Formation, which had already brought unsatisfactory effects to her body.

A small burden.

He glanced at Mo Qing worriedly, then suppressed the injuries in his body and said to Bai Wu, "Senior, you are overly praised."

Bai Wuxin said solemnly: "You deserve it. Although the Canglang Sword Formation is powerful, the key is the person who controls the sword formation."

"Your cultivation level is not yet high enough to be able to operate the Canglang Sword Formation freely, but you are already able to compete with me to this extent. Even in my Holy Pavilion, there are no talents like you."

Yao Chong said: "After all, I still can't beat my predecessors."

Mo Qing's body was already crumbling, and his own body was also filled with severe pain. Although Bai Wuxin's last punch was mostly dispersed by the surging sword energy in the Canglang Sword Formation, it still almost shattered his heart. Even if

He used the Wonton Technique and the Cang Yun Breath that he had learned from the Cang Lang Sword Art to stabilize the meridians, but the results were still ineffective.

Bai Wuxin was also severely injured by the Canglang Sword Formation, and he was not feeling well at this time. It was extremely difficult to even take a step forward.

The result of this battle was that both sides suffered losses, but for Yao Chong and Mo Qing, it was their defeat.

Also severely injured, Bai Wuxin's will to fight was stronger than the two of them combined. In Yao Chong's opinion,

Even if she only had one breath left, she could still rush forward and kill them if she wanted to.

At this point, he felt ashamed and knew very well that if Bai Wuxin really wanted to kill them, he could only try his best to fight with her and die together, even if the probability of success was very slim.

Bai Wuxin suddenly turned around and started to take steps with difficulty.

With every step she took, a lot of blood spurted out from her body, making her already petite body shaky.

But after three steps, her steps gradually became more stable, and her delicate body seemed to be covered with a layer of jasper-like luster, which prevented the oozing blood pressure from flowing out from her body.

She did not look back, and her calm voice slowly reached Yao Chong's ears.

"Heir to Wu'an Sword Peak, I'm waiting for you to become stronger. I hope that by then, the sword in your hand can surprise me again."

Yao Chong nodded to her, his tense body finally relaxed a little, and the blood in his chest surged again, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He helped Mo Qing sit down and let out a long breath. Only then did he realize that the robe on the ground was gone, and Bai Wuxin, who was walking in front, had already put on that robe.

"Don't you think you've seen enough? In fact, I used to have a much better figure than him."

Ji Zhen joked in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Yao Chong didn't have much energy to answer her, so Ji Ji stuck out his tongue and began to use his own spiritual power to help Yao Chong heal his injuries.

"It doesn't matter to me, please go and help Qingmei." Yao Chong said a little weakly in the sea of ​​consciousness, "She is not as strong as me. Without help, I'm afraid there will be hidden dangers."

Ji Zhen snorted coldly, and the output of his spiritual power increased a bit. The spiritual power with a cold and ghostly aura flowed in, which immediately made Yao Chong's body tremble: "If you want to help, you can help yourself."

But after a moment, she reluctantly changed her mind: "Forget it, I will help you once, but I won't help you next time."

Yao Chong smiled knowingly and did not continue speaking.

Suddenly, a soft word came from outside Momei Villa.

"My punches are not that easy to catch. The girl from Momei Villa was hit by my punches. Within twenty-five days, she must protect her whole body with spiritual power and hire a good doctor. Only then can she recover."

At the same time, Ji Zhen's exclamation echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"What's going on? How come there is such a strong foreign energy in her body!"

Ji Jing's exclamations stopped abruptly. She didn't want Yao Chong to worry, so she suppressed the energy that was tearing at Mo Qing's meridians, but little did she know that this had already made Yao Chong even more worried.

Yao Chong's body was shaken, and he stood up quickly. He took a breath of Azure Cloud Breath to suppress the surging Qi and blood in his body, and a layer of dark clouds formed between his brows again.

…

Bai Wuxin was walking down the mountain when her steps suddenly stopped.

Gao Yangsong stood in front of her, his hair disheveled and his clothes disheveled, but holding Long Yuan in his hand, he still showed an indescribable majesty.

Bai Wu calmly said: "Not dead yet?"

Gao Yangsong said coldly: "Fight with me."

Bai Wuxin said indifferently: "It's up to you."

After saying that, she raised her legs again and prepared to leave.

Long Yuan's sword flashed a cold light in mid-air, and the sword's edge was only an inch away from her throat.

Gao Yangsong roared and repeated: "Fight with me."

Bai Wuxin did not hide the disdain on his face at all, and said: "You are not as good as him."

Gao Yangsong's hand holding the sword trembled slightly and his finger joints cracked, obviously trying to contain his anger.

Bai Wuxin calmly raised his head, put his throat on the edge of the Longyuan Sword, pointed at the Momei Villa on the mountain that had been obscured by nearby trees, and said: "He is more like a dragon that can soar into the sky than you."

Gao Yangsong's brows jumped and he shouted: "What did you say?"

Bai Wuxin didn't pay attention to his actions and tone at all, and continued: "And you are more like a fox than him. Although you are full of tricks, you are just relying on the power of the outside world. When all the barriers in front of you

When everything is torn apart and nothing can be done, you, the so-called holy dragon, have neither the courage to take off nor the responsibility as a dragon bloodline, so what are you?"

Bai Wuxin finished speaking calmly, stretched out his finger to touch the tip of Long Yuan Sword, and said: "If you want to prove that you have the courage, just draw the sword."

Sweat slowly flowed down Gao Yangsong's face, and Long Yuan couldn't help trembling in his hand. He tried to hold it forward several times, but in the end he failed to pierce the tip of the sword into Bai Wuxin's throat.

It's not that he doesn't want to kill, but when he draws his sword, he can definitely feel the threat of death.

He could not use his sword to kill Bai Wuxin, even though he knew that Bai Wuxin was at the end of his strength after the battle with the Canglang Sword Formation and should not be able to resist his sword.

Bai Wuxin waited for a long time, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking from her face. She stretched out her hand to push away the tip of Long Yuan Sword and said: "Your sword is not as good as his, and your people are even worse. I don't care whether I kill you or not."

It makes no sense at all."

The Chongming Sword has been broken twice. Now, even though Ji Ying is living there and gathering his spiritual energy, it is still slightly inferior to the Long Yuan Sword made of holy dragon scales. In the final analysis, what Bai Wuxin despises is not the Long Yuan Sword, but the use of the Dragon Yuan Sword.

Sword man.

She ignored Gao Yangsong and went down the mountain alone.

Gao Yangsong's sword-holding hand was covered with sweat. He roared angrily and stabbed Bai Wu in the back of his heart.

Bai Wuxin refused to retreat or avoid, and still walked his own path.

The Long Yuan Sword stopped half an inch behind her heart. Gao Yangsong was dripping with cold sweat. In the end, he was unable to move forward any further.

Bai Wuxin still didn't look back, and gradually moved away, completely ignoring Gao Yangsong.

In the end, she only left a summary to Gao Yangsong.

"The bloodline of the Holy Dragon is nothing more than that."

Gao Yangsong slumped to the ground, holding Long Yuan Sword in his hand, looking extremely unwilling, and just sat blankly on the mountainside.

I don't know how long it took, but a person appeared behind Gao Yangsong. This person's face was also pale. It was Cao Renjie who was seriously injured by Bai Wuxin along with Gao Yangsong.

Cao Renjie tried his best to keep his tone calm, but in the end he couldn't suppress the hint of pity: "Your Majesty, are you coming back?"
Chapter completed!