Among the seventy-two moves of Zhuoyin Sword Technique, Zhiying's favorite moves are the most learned moves such as Holding Ying and Hua Rui.

There is no other reason than that the various moves are powerful and sharp, and are often the moves that are most conducive to gaining an advantage in battle.

Even though Ju Lue told her that the first thirty-six moves of Zhuoyin Sword Technique were the most common sword-practicing moves, she still used them as her first choice to fight the enemy, and she practiced them very smoothly.

This time facing the gray pillar of air, she held the Cangsha in her hand, moved her sword in advance, and used the sixth Chongxu style, Feng Di Luan Sheng.

The Cangwu, shining with the cold sword energy, came as lightly as the wind. The frost on the Cangwu rubbed the air, making a loud and clear whistle like a luan bird. Then it leaped forward with its wings and faced the seemingly dark giant pillar.

This was when the giant pillar changed. The gray mist surged and turbulent, and suddenly formed a giant mountain-like hand, which waved with one palm.

Zhi Ying vaguely heard the rumble of the mountains falling and roaring toward her. She wanted to avoid it, but at this time the sword was already powerful. If she retracted it, she would definitely suffer a backlash. She could only bite the bullet and follow the sword's power to create a wave.

Draw floating flowers in the water, hold the sword across the palm of the giant hand.

The giant hand immediately opened a deep and wide ravine, but without the slightest pause, it grabbed the sideways Weaving Shadow again.

Zhi Ying stopped in time, jumped up like a fish jumping over a dragon's door, used the momentum of the jump to turn around and struck out with a sword, flipped in the air and stabilized his body.

Immediately afterwards, another strong gust of wind came from behind. She couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows. She jumped to avoid it again, and took the opportunity to strike hard at the giant gray hand with a sword.

Fudan, who was holding a hundred bows in the distance, was very anxious in his heart when he looked at it. He wanted to shoot the arrow in his hand, but Zhiying was in the middle of it. He threw a rat-proof weapon and did not dare to hurt her in the slightest.

At this time, Zhiying had already spotted an opening. With her thoughts, Cangwu's sword energy surged, and she slashed towards the tiger's mouth of the giant hand with one sword.

If it was really the tiger's mouth on a person's hand, it would have been cut in half at this moment, but this giant hand was condensed from the dark mist in the sky.

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Zhiying slashed the air with his sword, feeling annoyed, but there was no trace of the giant hand. He heard Fudan shouting "get out of the way" from a distance, and felt the strong killing aura behind him, which seemed to tear her into pieces.

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Without looking back, she swung a sharp sword and backed away, but it was already too late.

The giant hand appeared silently behind her, and when she swung the sword, the giant hand slapped her, as if slapping a nasty mosquito.

The sword swung by Weaver Shadow was reduced to six parts by the giant hand, and the other four parts were bounced back intact. The aftermath of the giant hand also affected her, causing her to flip backwards involuntarily.

His spiritual power was blocked for a moment, and Zhi Ying couldn't lift even half an inch to stabilize his body. He sighed in his heart: It's not good to have a fleeting year, it's not good to linger around!

She covered her eyes. The feeling of falling from a high altitude was not wonderful at all. She couldn't help but think of the words "flying corpse from the sky" again. Fortunately, her body had been tempered by thunder and was very strong.

A fall would only break one or two bones, but it wouldn't be a big deal.

She quietly waited for the moment of her imperfect landing, but the whistling wind in her ears suddenly stopped. She felt like she had fallen into a familiar and extremely warm embrace, and her arms subconsciously wrapped around the other person's neck.

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Zhi Ying opened her eyes a little in confusion, and a cluster of red-gold flames that seemed to be beating jumped into her eyes. A dazzling light flashed through her heart. She immediately widened her eyes and exclaimed when she raised her eyes: "That stinks."

crow!"

The response was an arrogant but unreasonably reassuring laugh and scolding: "We are reunited after a long separation. Can you ruin the atmosphere like a stinky girl like you?"

Zhiying was so happy that she was about to burst into words. She suddenly remembered what she was doing just a moment ago, and looked at the place where she fell.

There Fudan was holding a hundred bows, always retreating or changing direction, jumping around, strumming the strings from time to time, or shooting a light arrow.

Seeing her looking at Fudan, Xiao Jinwu suddenly asked: "Want to help him?"

Zhi Ying wanted to nod, but then he remembered that in the Red Maple Forest, Little Golden Crow was injured by the soul-breaking arrow fired by Fu Dan and Huai Shu together. He must not be willing to help Fu Dan, so he shook his head and asked him to let him down.

As soon as she moved, Xiao Jinwu's hands tightened. He lowered his eyelashes and said to her: "You find a safe place to stay, I will come."

He swooped down quickly, but Zhiying in his arms did not feel the wind blowing on him.

She inadvertently raised her eyes and saw Xiao Jinwu's side profile, which seemed to be made in one stroke with the end of a pen. It was smooth and handsome. Her usually arrogant golden pupils seemed to have a layer of lingering haze that was gradually getting thicker.

He didn't want to save her, but she wanted to save her, so he saved her on her behalf.

Zhiying's mind was a little confused again, and she had already fallen to the ground. After Xiao Jinwu put her down, she summoned the red feather whip, jumped up, and went to Fudan.

Zhiying had mixed emotions at the moment, including surprise, joy, worry, anger, regret, and guilt. Each of these words seemed to have nowhere to go, and they all penetrated into her heart, causing her to have mixed feelings.

No, this is a disease and needs to be cured!

I took a pill of my own specially made Ningxin Pill to drive away these troublesome emotions. Then I sat cross-legged, calmed my mind, and opened up the blocked spiritual power, trying to recover in the shortest time so that I could help them.

Xiao Jinwu, who had no idea about her troubles, felt a burst of evil fire in his heart when he saw Fudan. Similarly, Fudan felt uncomfortable when he saw him. The two people who were supposed to fight upon seeing him were unexpected.

They have a tacit understanding and have not missed their own business.

Little Golden Crow flicked his wrist and used strong force from the head to the tail of the whip. A huge red-gold flame shot out and flew towards the giant hand.

The giant hand still looked arrogant, its fingers slightly spread, and it pushed towards the red-gold flame, intending to extinguish the flame with its bare hands.

Weaver Shadow was horrified, but she couldn't help but feel sincere admiration for this giant hand.

She watched the giant hand approach the approaching True Fire of the Sun step by step. The black gaseous fingers gradually gained momentum of melting, but she still continued to move forward unwillingly.

Soon the giant hand understood its situation and hurriedly dispersed the mist, but this time, it could not be gathered into a complete palm.

The corners of Fudan's eyes twitched slightly, he drew the Baihui bow and then suddenly released it. An arrow with black energy penetrated the void and shot straight towards the severed finger of the giant hand.

Zhiying felt like he heard the sound of metal and stone hitting each other, but Xiao Jinwu and Fudan did not fight...

She had doubts in her mind, and finally, the giant hand was burned by the true fire of the sun into a misty white mist, as if it had been purified.
Chapter completed!