An unavoidable palm struck Xuanyuan Zhirong firmly on the body, causing his thick sword eyebrows to frown and a muffled grunt to come from his throat.
Before the smile on Xuan Yinlan's lips could rise, his purple eyes suddenly condensed, reflecting Xuanyuan Zhirong's cold smile.
But Xuanyuan Zhirong turned his wrist, like a ghost, passing through several phantoms, like the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara. Xuan Yinlan's charming purple eyes flashed past, and when his eyes followed the phantoms, Xuanyuan
Zhi Rong also hit his heart with a firm palm.
"I will not make the same mistake a second time." Xuanyuan Zhirong's charming voice was indifferent.
"You actually sealed the 'Thousand Chances'." Xuan Yinlan's lips flashed a bright red, looking at his close enemy, "A soldier is not afraid of deceit. I gave you the 'Thousand Chances' back then, and today you give me a slap in the face, haha
Haha... between you and me, we are always evenly matched!"
After the last word fell, Xuan Yinlan flipped and twisted his other hand, with a bright red light that seemed to be real in his palm, and struck Xuanyuan Zhirong with a heavy palm.
And Xuanyuan Zhirong seemed to have expected it. He flicked the hand holding the flute lightly, and the flute flew upward into the sky. The golden light dazzled in the palm of his turned palm, and he met Xuan Yinlan's palm.
The two palms struck each other, and the golden light collided with the red light. A bright light illuminated half of the sky, and the ferocious ground was shattered into pieces of gold and red.
"boom--"
Two rays of light lit up at the same time, and a howl of a blue dragon suddenly erupted from the top of the mountain. Two figures flew out of the merging dazzling light.
Xuanyuan Zhirong landed on his toes, staggered a few steps, and then managed to stand firm. He raised his hand, caught the jade flute from the sky, and flew down, leaving a trace of blood on the corner of his lips.
Xuan Yinlan turned over, pressed the long flute in his hand against the ground, knelt on one knee, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the cracked ground, and covered his heart with his other hand.
As soon as the blazing light dissipated, the lingering wind still lingered. One of them was half-kneeling on the ground, and the other was standing upright, with fluttering clothes and unparalleled elegance.
The victory has been decided.
Xuan Yinlan stretched out his hand and wiped the corner of his lips. He looked at the eye-catching blood stain on the back of his hand. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He raised his head and looked at the man who was only twenty steps away from him. His eyes fell on his elegant posture.
Glowing white robe: "I lost, but I didn't lose to you..."
Instead, he lost to her and himself.
Closing his eyes slightly, Xuan Yinlan suppressed these words deep in his heart. The "Thousand Machines" that could seal him, and the palm that contained nine levels of his power could remove more than half of it. These were all the handiwork of that girl.
She was really born to be his Achilles' heel!
"Next time, I will definitely make you convinced that you lost." Xuanyuan Zhirong moved his thin lips lightly.
"Hahaha... just because you win doesn't mean that I will turn the situation around. Once you really win, it won't be too late to say it again." Xuan Yinlan let out a low and weak laugh, "I hope
Next time, can you make her stand by your side so wholeheartedly..."
After leaving behind a meaningful sentence, Xuan Yinlan stood up slowly, with an unreadable smile, and turned around with a slightly frivolous step.
Xuanyuan Zhirong stood there, not taking advantage of the victory to pursue, because they both understood that unless they died together, neither of them could kill the other.
Xuan Yinlan was seriously injured, but his body’s ‘Thousands of Intelligences’ were already showing signs of coming out...