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Chapter 89: The End of the Hero (1)

The best light skills of the Xiaoyao Sect in the world were not blown out. At this moment, Zhuo Tianqi and Yin Zhennan advanced at full speed, and Lingbo Weizhu was used to the maximum extent. Their figures were shuttled through the forest like ghosts, with a breeze flashing away. The two of them used their volleys to fly in the air, and cooperated with Lingbo Weizhu, and their speed was extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, they saw the Mou Chen who left first. However, at this moment, Zhuo Tianqi and the others did not chase after him, but instead restrained their breath and hung them far away, letting the other party go first. However, the others did not have the best light skills as the three of them, and they were already thrown away from afar. It would take some time to catch up.

Mou Chen used his light skills to the extreme, and his heart was in the battle between Yi Houliang and Changkong Wuji, and he did not pay attention to whether there was anyone behind him. Besides, he was in the late stage of Huafan. Even if someone chased him, how could he escape from his hands to benefit?

The three of them chased towards the direction where the heavy sword flew. After a moment, they had already gone out for more than fifty miles. At this moment, the three of them suddenly discovered that nearly ten miles to the left, a shocking sword energy appeared, and the sword energy rushed straight into the sky, as if it was accumulating strength. At the same time, another powerful force also erupted at the same time.

The three of them rushed towards the turning point without hesitation, with a speed of three points faster than before.

But it turned out that Yi Houliang knew that even if he left, others would chase him, especially Mou Chen. So after he had been speeding for a while, he turned around. It would be natural that the heavy sword would chase him with his breath. One person and one sword was too fast. Although Mou Chen followed him, he did not find any figure of him, but he just chased him according to the traces of being destroyed by the sharp sword energy on the road.

Although the destruction traces of the sword energy were extending to the front at this moment, the two of them had been found in the other direction, so they naturally would not be foolish in chasing the sword energy. It was true that they ran to the scene directly.

Everyone knows that Yi Houliang is facing absolute danger at this moment, otherwise he would not have chosen to leave the Shenma Peak. There is almost a 60% chance of getting a bargain just now.

The ten miles of journey is not instant, but if you are rushing to the full speed, you will have to breathe a dozen times.

When Zhuo Tianqi and the other two chased out about five or six miles, the sword energy soared into the sky in front had already been slashed down, and another fierce aura suddenly burst out, and a huge fan shadow suddenly appeared and met the sword energy.

The attacks issued by the sword sacrificed by the body cannot be avoided, because a person uses his own life to lock the target of the attack. Unless you force yourself to follow, there is no chance of avoiding it.

No matter how hard it is, there is no room for exertion at this moment, because at the moment when the sword energy is stimulated, the surroundings are blocked, forming a sword-like aura.

After a bang explosion, a powerful wave of air swept from the collision of sword energy and fan shadows to all directions. The ground was subjected to a strong shock and kept shaking like an earthquake. Zhuo Tianqi and others did not stop at all, ignored all this, and their speed was fast, turning into a shocking gust and shooting towards the site of the incident.

A moment later, on a beach, Zhuo Tianqi and others arrived at the place where Yi Houliang and Changkong Wuji fought last. At this moment, the ground had been knocked out by the two of them, a deep pit about five or six meters deep and more than ten meters in radius.

Yi Houliang was half-kneeling in the deep pit and spitting blood. He was ragged and pale. Obviously, he had been seriously injured in the attack just now, and it was very likely that he had injured Neifeng. On his body, from his left shoulder to his left leg, a deep sword mark passed through him, as if he was about to split him in half, and the wound was deep enough to see the bones.

Not far away, Changkong Wuji showed his figure at this moment, looking like he was venting more and inhaling less, with no blood on his face. He was even more limp on the ground, but his hands were tightly fulfilled his first half of his life. He reluctantly looked up at Yi Houliang with a slight smile on his face. Beside him, he was inserted into the ground with a heavy sword, without the slightest spill of sword energy, which seemed not surprising. If he didn't know that the sword was used in the battle just now, no one would think that this sword would exert such power.

Zhuo Tianqi did not reveal his body at this point, but hid from Yin Zhennan far away. He knew very well that a master like Yi Houliang would be difficult to deal with even if he was seriously injured. He learned enough lessons from Zhang Xudong.

However, Mou Chen did not have such concerns. He did not know that Zhuo Tianqi followed him. Moreover, he also felt that with his current cultivation level, there should be no big problem with Yi Houliang, who was seriously injured and almost died.

Like Changkong Wuji, he was suppressed by Yi Houliang for a lifetime and did not dare to break through his cultivation. He was even more pitiful than Changkong Wuji. He still needed to pretend to be a grandson every day to make Yi Houliang happy. And he did not dare to break through his cultivation to the zero point of enlightenment like Changkong Wuji, and could only suppress his cultivation to the realm of being at the peak of the mortal world.

Changkong Wuji has his own concerns, and he also has his own concerns. His weakness is that his wealth and life are all on Yanxia Island, so he has never dared to do anything that goes against Yi Houliang at all. But now it’s different. Yi Houliang was seriously injured, and he is already confident of dealing with it.

And even if he cannot kill the other party, he can die together. In that way, at least his descendants can rest assured. Although Yi Houliang also has descendants and is very strong, isn't he not as strong descendants? After living for more than two hundred years, his descendants have been so many that he can't even name them one by one. Among them, there are many strong ones.

Furthermore, if Yi Houliang falls down, there will be many people in the Yanxia Sect who oppose his Yi family. At that time, the Yi family will have no foothold in the Yanxia Sect, and later generations will be killed one by one.

A strong hatred bloomed at this moment. Originally, Changkong Wuji's words, Mou Chen agreed very much in his heart, but he was too disgusted with Yi Houliang over the years. He once resisted, but he never succeeded. He thought there would be no chance this time, but he didn't expect Changkong Wuji to create a miracle. How could he not seize the opportunity at this time?

"Yeah."

After a sword sound, Mou Chen had already pulled out his long sword and rushed towards Yi Houliang with a straight sprint. The sword energy on the sword was sucked and spit out, and a white sword energy was instantly forced to be sent out, stinging Yi Houliang's eyebrows.
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