He turned sideways and spit, and by chance, it landed on the face of Ji Xuanqing, who was unconscious in the corner.
"Um, senior brother, I didn't mean it."
Du Qirui hurried forward to wipe it, not forgetting to feed Headmaster Ji a Nine-turn Pill.
"collapse."
Thunder exploded, and the terrifying pressure that had disappeared for a long time once again enveloped the peaks of Kunlun.
Compared with before, the aura now is obviously more powerful.
Du Qirui, who was powerful enough to reach the thirteenth level of martial arts, bowed and his face turned red.
He struggled to hold on to the crutches and moved bit by bit.
After finally returning to the threshold, the second wave of pressure followed.
"Wow."
Blood mist sprayed out of his mouth, and Du Qirui lay on the ground in a panic.
He raised his head stubbornly, fixed his gaze on the third peak, and tried hard to find Su Xinglan.
However, something happened that confused him. His little junior brother disappeared.
The entire third peak disappeared into the dark night, empty.
He was not allowed to think too much, and the double thunder calamity as big as a millstone suddenly fell.
The overwhelming momentum shook his spirit to the point of cracking.
"The third child."
Du Qirui cried out in pain, his throat hoarse.
"Swish swish..."
The person who responded to him was Su Xinglan, who was derived from Jiufeng's thousands of sword energies.
Sword shadows all over the sky rushed towards the missing third peak, towards the red and blue thunder light.
Vast and dense.
One sword destroys, and sword energy generates two swords.
Two swords shattered, and the sword energy gave birth to four more swords.
Inexhaustible and endless.
"this......"
Du Qirui's eyelids twitched wildly, he was incredibly shocked.
"Is this the path of sentient being created by my junior brother?"
"Didn't you say that there is only one move and one sword?"
He asked himself and answered: "No wonder it is not tolerated by the law of heaven, no wonder it can cause thunder disaster in advance."
"Who in China can resist this sword?"
"Invincible in the world, undoubtedly invincible in the world."
The thunder calamity is still going on, and the sword energy is still running wildly.
The third peak that disappeared mysteriously came back and caught Du Qirui's eyes again.
This time he saw clearly and saw his junior brother.
The thunder pillar was suspended above Su Xinglan's head, as close as Chi Chi, but was blocked by the thick sword light.
From beginning to end, he didn't move at all.
Holding a sword in one hand and holding it flat with the other.
His face is expressionless, neither happy nor sad.
It is the transparency that puts life and death aside, and the determination to fight against the sky and risk death to survive.
Du Qirui admired him so much that he couldn't help but ask himself, if it were him who was going through the tribulation, would he be able to be as calm and calm as Su Xinglan?
"Whoa whoa whoa."
The rain started to fall again.
The drizzle of light rain beats the flowers, plants and trees on Kunlun Mountain unscrupulously.
Under the rain curtain, the two sky thunders that merged together seemed to be weakening as the sword light continued to consume them.
So weak that it is no longer one-fifth of the original.
Du Qirui was secretly excited, so excited that he clenched his fists.
But at the moment when he lost consciousness, the thick sword light above Su Xinglan suddenly shattered.
"Yan."
Taixuan Sword made a pitiful cry, and the sword body trembled.
The man from the Su family who stood tall like a mountain fell.
On the nine peaks, his transformed figures collapsed one after another.
The sword energy returned to the body, making no sound.
He was lying on the ground, bleeding from all seven holes, and his eyes were wide open.
Not far away, there was the big gold chain that he had hidden before his tribulation.
It was after he pretended to regain his consciousness that the three brothers of the Su family pooled their money to buy it for him.
Celebrate that he is no longer crazy and has finally become a normal person.
Now, covered under the broken sand and gravel, there is a familiar golden color.
The light rain wet his face.
The stains and blood stains on his face were washed away.
