"Everything must be reasonable."

Baili Yunyan glared at each other, clenched the sword in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Even everyone knows about the matter of first come, first served. Haven't your parents taught you this?"

The young man from Qiuyun Mountain responded coldly: "I only talk about fists, not reason."

"Junior sister, stop trying to reason with him!"

Tantai Mingyue raised her head, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes, and the sword in her hand pointed at the young man in front of her.

The young man said displeasedly: "We are all monks, is it possible that we have to fight to the death? To tell you the truth, I have determined this hot spring."

"So what if we fight to the death? Could it be that because your cultivation is higher than ours, you can take other people's places by force?"

Murong Zhilan shouted loudly, supporting her senior sister with one hand and unsheathing the sword on her waist with the other and pointing it at the young man in black in front of her.

Seeing that he was determined to stay for a long time, the young man's face became more gloomy and he said: "It's not easy to go out, be careful to bury yourself here."

Murong Zhilan snorted coldly, helped Baili Yunyan aside and sat down, then took a few steps forward and said: "Sister, please take a rest.

After saying this, he looked at the young man and said, "Come on!"

With the sword in hand, Murong Zhilan seemed to have changed into a different person, the cute expression on her face disappeared, leaving only a look of solemnity.

The young man's expression became solemn, his right hand stretched forward, and the long sword in his hand pointed at the opponent.

"Look at the sword!"

A clear sound burst out from Murong Zhilan's mouth, and a flash of sword energy flashed by the hot spring. The sword instantly cut through the dense air in front of him, passing a distance of nearly two feet, and slashed forward towards the young man dressed in black.

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The young man did not expect that the girl would suddenly draw the sword. He had no time to draw the sword and had to retreat with a groan. The animal skin boots scraped against the stone under his feet and made a clear sound.

The long sword in his hand was instantly retracted, protecting his chest.

A blue sword energy appeared briefly, and with a clang, the young man's retracted sword blocked Murong Zhilan's desperate blow.

The two of them exposed themselves with one blow. The man in black looked down at the stab hole in his chest. The black shirt opened, revealing a blood stain.

If Murong Zhilan's sword had been more severe, the opponent in front of him would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.

However, even the distance is just a short distance away.

Murong Zhilan, who stepped back a few feet, kept holding the sword, panting softly, with an excited look in his bright eyes. This was the first time he had fought against someone since leaving the Wuji Holy Land.

The young man in black ignored the sword mark on his chest, looked at Murong Zhilan coldly and said: "A girl who has just stepped into the realm of evolution gods is as cruel as a poisonous snake."

Murong Zhilan's Windward Sword is a secret sword move from the Wuji Holy Land. It is charming and vicious, and she does not give the enemy a chance to fight back when she draws the sword. However, her skill is not as good as it is after all.

However, in the eyes of the young man in black in front of him, there is no difference between the girl in front of him and the sneak attack. Otherwise, how could he be hurt by the gap between his opponent and him?

The furious young man gathered his true energy, and the vitality of heaven and earth in the mountains began to gather towards him. Even the hot springs nearby were roaring, as if they were about to rise into the sky at the next moment.

The sword that condensed the vitality of heaven and earth was condensed into a sword energy by the man in black, and it slashed at Murong Zhilan in front of him in an instant.

When Murong Zhilan felt the sword energy struck by her opponent, she felt a fear of death, and her reaction was a little slower than before.

The girl who faced the enemy for the first time thought that since she had spared her opponent, everyone should just give up and leave the place obediently, but she didn't expect that the opponent would follow up with a fatal sword!

Fortunately, after seeing how hard Li Xiuyuan fought with the killer these days, I didn't forget to practice hard all the time. I was surprised and quickly backed away.

He flipped his little hand, and the sword in his hand slashed out a stream of sword energy, facing the opponent's fatal sword strike.

However, the fateful sword struck by the opponent seemed to have spirituality. It suddenly accelerated in the air, avoiding the sword energy of Murong Zhilan, and then continued forward, and was about to strike at the wrist of Murong Zhilan holding the sword.

This was the man in black borrowing the power of heaven and earth. Murong Zhilan was unable to break the opponent's sword energy at all. She could only watch the man in black's long sword slash towards her wrist...

"Keep one of your hands as a lesson!" the man in black shouted sternly.

Murong Zhilan could not avoid her opponent's sword energy, so she could only let the black sword shadow attack her.

Baili Yunyan, who fell to the ground, let out a scream, and even Tantai Mingyue, who was five feet away, had no time to help.

The four men who were traveling together, Feng Yun, did not know where they were at this time.

Before our eyes, tragedy is about to happen at the hot spring.

At that moment, there was a sound of "Buzz!", followed by a roaring arrow that pierced the dense mist above the hot spring.

A bolt of lightning flew from above, grazed Murong Zhilan's hair, passed over his sword that was slashing at his opponent, and hit the young man's sword blade in the flash of lightning!

There was a sound of "Cang!", and the iron arrows met the black iron swords!

The iron sword instantly flew out of the young man's hand. The iron arrow grazed his cheek and shot hard into the stone crevice beside the hot spring behind him. The tail of the arrow was still buzzing and trembling.

The long sword that fell to the ground from mid-air also made a low buzzing sound, as if to match the whistling of the iron arrows on the ground.

The sudden arrow shocked everyone at the edge of the hot spring, and the three men in black who had been motionless also cautiously held down the scabbards in their hands.

Tantai Mingyue stopped the sword that was about to be slashed out and looked in the direction where the iron arrow was flying.

Murong Zhilan, who had narrowly escaped death, stepped back in fright, forced herself to steady her pace, turned to look at the direction where the iron arrow was flying, and shouted: "If you don't take action, I will die for you!"

The man in black did not look back. He was suddenly attacked and the sword fell from his hand, which made him horrified.

It's just that he has long been accustomed to fighting between life and death, and he is too lazy to pay attention to the enemy hiding in the dark. With a roar, he picked up the long sword on the ground and slashed at the cheering Murong Zhilan again!

Tantai Mingyue behind her let out a scream, and Baili Yunyan on the ground screamed in surprise.

Seeing that Murong Zhilan, who was cheering, was about to be injured by his opponent's sword...

A whining sound was heard, a black whirlwind swept through the air, and a sword energy colder than the frost of the snow-capped mountains struck.

The cold instantly hit the long sword in the hand of the young man in black, and went all the way up his arm. It was actually colder than the ice and snow on the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.

Between life and death, the man in black decisively abandoned his sword and retreated quickly!

Then the sword slashed from mid-air did not retreat but moved forward, cutting through the snow with one strike. It was only a short distance away from being able to cut off the arm of the man in black.

The young man stepped back a foot, not daring to attack again.

Li Xiuyuan fell to the ground and stopped Murong Zhilan who was retreating with one hand.

He looked at the young man in black not far from him and said, "Do you like to bully women?"

The young man's arms were still trembling slightly due to the chill from Li Xiuyuan's slashing sword energy. He looked at the young man who was also wearing a black shirt and asked with a look of shock on his face: "Are you also a disciple of the Wuji Holy Land?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said, "No."

The young man took a deep breath, calmed down and looked at the young man in front of him who clearly didn't even have a spiritual vein. He thought to himself, if it wasn't a sneak attack, would I be afraid of you?

With anger in his heart, he said: "You are doing a sneak attack."

Li Xiuyuan did not look at him, but squeezed Murong Zhilan's hand without hesitation, and silently checked her.

After a while, he said quietly: "You said that in this snowy mountain, there is no need to be reasonable."

The young man didn't expect that the boy in front of him would throw out what he just said and hit him in the face. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer the question.

The reddish cheeks looked extremely stiff, and he said in a deep voice: "Isn't it unreasonable?"

Li Xiuyuan put down Murong Zhilan's hand, looked at him and said coldly: "That's right, I didn't see you reasoning with the three of them just now."

The young man dressed in black thought for a while and said quietly: "I'm going to Gongye Wuji in Qiuyun Mountain. I want to ask you about your name."

Li Xiuyuan was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party wanted to find out where he came from.

He shook his head and replied quietly: "My name is Shura. I come from Loulan City. I am a casual cultivator with no backing. You don't have to be afraid."

Upon hearing that his opponent was neither a disciple of the Wuji Holy Land nor had any backers, Gongye Wuji's eyes lit up, he looked at him and said, "In this case, let's fight again."

When Murong Zhilan heard this, she cursed angrily: "Are you still shameless? It was clearly you who attacked us just now, but in the end you turned against us."

Li Xiuyuan didn't seem to understand the reason they were talking about, but gently pushed her away, pointing the ordinary long sword he snatched from the devil at the other party.

Gongye Wuji looked at him silently, then stepped forward to pick up the spiritual sword on the ground. This was the second time that the spiritual sword in his hand fell to the ground.

There was an expression of indifference and kindness in his eyes. He didn't know who the young man was who suddenly appeared in front of him, and he couldn't tell the other person's state.

After some analysis, there are only two possibilities. The Shura realm in front of him is much higher than his own, or the other person is a young man who has not even condensed his spiritual veins and has only cultivated the power of his physical body.

As far as he knew, apart from the Buddhist disciples who had cultivated powerful physical bodies, Xuanwu Continent had not even heard of a casual cultivator who could break through his physical body to a state above that of a god.

Can such a young man transform into physical power that transcends gods?

Gongye Wuji thought this was impossible. Previously, the young Shura's arrow skills were sharp and his sword skills were astonishing, but his opponent did not show any fluctuation in spiritual power.

After thinking about it carefully, I became more and more certain that the other party was just an ordinary mortal. If he were an ordinary mortal, how could he possibly defeat himself again with the blessing of his cultivation in the realm of gods?

Looking at the young Shura who was only two feet away from him, Gongye Wuji took a deep breath, the spirit sword in his hand was trembling slightly, then he looked at his opponent quietly and said, "Please."

Li Xiuyuan asked Murong Zhilan to help Baili Yunyan to find Tantai Yuebai. It was not until the three women were far away from the hot spring that he turned around, looked at Gongye Wuji and nodded.

Gongye Wuji looked at Li Xiuyuan with a solemn expression, shouted coldly, and the spiritual sword in his hand whizzed out a sword energy!

The sword energy struck with a force that shook the world! Then it blasted out a punch that held the spiritual energy of the world!

For a moment, grass, flowers and gravel were flying around the hot spring, and the vitality of heaven and earth gathered towards him from all directions, as if the young man in front of him was going to be killed in the next moment!

Li Xiuyuan, who was holding a long sword, frowned slightly, with no expression on his face.

At this time, what he was thinking about was the second form of the Shenlong Sword Technique. The Shenlong trapped in the abyss had escaped, so how could he smash the heavy cage on his body?

One sword? Or two swords?

Feng Wu Jiutian just evolved from Hidden Dragon in the Yuan, and the second style of removing armor will be a completely different sword!

In front of him, Gongye Wuji's speed increased to the extreme. His sword power and fist wind carried the power of heaven and earth, just like the talisman arrows he shot. They also borrowed the power of heaven and earth to destroy everything in front of him.

The ultimate oppression is the ultimate rebound. At this moment, Li Xiuyuan imagined that the Demonic Long Sword in his hand was the Purple Bamboo Sword on the Bamboo Peak!

The iron sword in his hand suddenly seemed as heavy as a mountain.
Chapter completed!