Zhao Xiaqiu swallowed the potion, and the black blood flowing out of his ears, nose and mouth gradually turned red. Su Baiyi breathed a sigh of relief and picked up Zhao Xiaqiu's two broken swords from the ground. Although the two swords were broken, they were almost broken.
It was half a sword, but it was extremely heavy. Su Baiyi lifted it up and his whole body swayed: "Oh, why is this sword so heavy?"
"Made from Wudang iron wood, it is as heavy as black iron." Zhao Xiaqiu said with difficulty.
"Taoist Priest, please stop talking now." Su Baiyi steadied himself and pointed his swords at the two people opposite him, "The most important thing now is to fight off these two people opposite him first."
Crouching Tiger sneered and said: "My defeated general, what's the point?"
"The person I am today is not the person I was back then. Senior sister, get out of the way, I'll come." Su Baiyi flicked his feet, swung his swords, and used the sword style, which was exactly what was used on the Wufang Platform that day.
Immortal knife.
Crouching Tiger has practiced swordsmanship since he was a child, and even used a few pages of broken scrolls to recreate the Broken Moon Swordsmanship. He saw through at a glance that Su Baiyi was using swordsmanship instead of swordsmanship, and he fought with Su Baiyi for several times with his sword.
After going back and forth, he was slightly surprised. It was actually because the sword technique used by Su Baiyi was too exquisite and was something he had never seen before. Crouching Tiger said in a deep voice: "Where did you learn the sword technique?"
"Tian Xiao Yun Realm, Master Feng Yu Hanfeng." Su Baiyi turned around and swung out his two swords.
Crouching Tiger raised his sword and knocked Su Baiyi back: "Good sword skills, but unfortunately... lack of internal strength."
Su Baiyi's heart "thumped", and then he remembered that this time was different from that day on the Wufang Platform. Most of Feng Yuhan's true energy in his body had been lost, and he no longer had a body that was at the end of the martial arts, so naturally he could not perform as well as he did that day.
Overwhelming the strength of the two masters in Daze Mansion, fortunately, Crouching Tiger was at the end of his strength after experiencing the battle with Zhao Xiaqiu just now. The two of them fought dozens of back and forth in a short time, with neither victory nor defeat.
"Boy, I have made rapid progress. It's a pity that I don't have time to spend time with you today, Wen Xi!" Crouching Tiger shouted.
Wen Xi took a step forward, and Nangong Xi'er also took a step forward, blocking Wen Xi.
"Miss Nangong." Wen Xi raised the dark green umbrella above her head and said quietly, "Be careful when you block my way."
"Senior sister, this person is very cunning. I don't know what hidden weapons are hidden in the umbrella in his hand. Don't act rashly." Su Baiyi reminded.
Nangong Xi'er nodded: "Don't worry, if he doesn't take action, I won't take action. Where are you?"
Su Baiyi laughed loudly and said: "Wait until I finish it."
Nangong Xi'er smiled slightly: "Okay."
Three miles away, a man wearing a long black coat, with disheveled hair and a wine gourd hanging from his waist was being pushed forward by two people. The man looked helpless: "From your description, those two people are at least Shanglin Tiangong."
There is no use for me to go with the strength of the Deputy Chairman of the Fourth Academy. If I can beat the Deputy Chairman of Lin Tiangong, I will not defect to Castlevania."
The two people next to them, one dressed as a scholar with a pale face, and the other wearing a red official uniform and a tall figure, were the two secret agents of Castlevania who escaped from the Yuelai Inn yesterday - the Ghost Scholar and the Blood Judge.
The ghost scholar smiled miserably: "Tou'er Gu, please stop pretending. Who doesn't know that your archery skills are invincible? Just shoot an arrow at those two people from a distance. If you match Tou'er Zhao's sword skills, don't do it."
Speaking of the deputy seat of Lin Tiangong, even if the first seat is occupied by the poster, Xiaosheng thinks he can win it."
Judge Xue nodded: "It's too late to leave. It's too late. I'm afraid Chief Zhao won't be able to carry it alone."
The man cried sadly: "I told you I couldn't beat him." But the two people beside him didn't pay attention to what he was saying. In the end, the Blood Judge simply picked up the man and rushed towards the Yuelai Inn.
In the Yuelai Inn, Crouching Tiger was slowly losing his strength. Su Baiyi also felt that the energy left by Feng Yuhan in his body was being depleted very quickly. Both of them were eager to end this duel.
"Bang, tiger." Crouching Tiger roared angrily, and his shirt was instantly shattered by the burst of zhenqi. He swung his long sword towards Su Baiyi.
Su Baiyi smiled slightly and was waiting for your Benghu move. He swung his swords and suddenly changed his moves, and actually used a sword technique.
Crouching Tiger was shocked, what is this?
Although Su Baiyi has been practicing swordsmanship with Feng Yuhan since he entered the Tianxiaoyun realm, he still took the time to read the fragmentary scroll about swordsmanship left to him by Jimo Huaxue that day. He had no time to read it several times.
Although he was practicing, he at least remembered one sword technique. Now that he used it, even though he didn’t have the mental support, it might produce miraculous effects. As expected, Crouching Tiger couldn’t cope with it for a moment. That move, Benghu, jumped into the air, and his chest was struck by Su Baiyi again.
The sword cuts.
"Thank you, the Taoist priest's sword is broken." Su Baiyi put away the sword and dropped it to the ground.
"Back off." Wen Xi shouted low, pointed her toes, and passed by Nangong Xi'er. She stretched out her hand to grab Crouching Tiger's lapel and led him out.
Su Baiyi smiled and turned around: "Look, senior sister, I said I can handle it." Before he could finish speaking, Nangong Xi'er had already rushed in front of Su Baiyi, and with a wave of his sword, he knocked down the silver needles all over the ground.
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Su Baiyi took a breath of air: "This Wen Xi's methods are really vicious."
"Let's see how Daochang Zhao is doing." Nangong Xi'er sheathed her sword and leaned over to look at Zhao Xiaqiu.
Zhao Xiaqiu smiled, and the smile was a little sad: "Thank you very much."
"Taoist Priest, you're welcome." Su Baiyi helped Zhao Xiaqiu up, "Are there any disciples from Castlevania nearby who can come to help? Otherwise, with Taoist Priest's injury, I'm afraid he won't be able to return to Castlevania."
"It doesn't matter, you are enough." Zhao Xiaqiu shook his head.
Su Baiyi and Nangong Xi'er looked at each other, and finally Su Baiyi shook his head helplessly: "Taoist Master, Taoist Master, we really don't want to go to Castlevania. Let's go to a nearby town to find an inn for you to settle down.
Come down and have a good rest. Senior sister and I will go back. If we are destined to meet again in the future, how about we meet again?"
"No." A voice sounded outside the inn.
When Su Baiyi raised his head, he saw Judge Xue and the Ghost Scholar pushing a man in black in. The voice just now was as thick as a bell, and it was exactly what Judge Xue said.
Nangong Xi'er immediately drew her sword: "You can't stop us."
The man in black turned around and looked around: "Where are the two masters?"
Zhao Xiaqiu looked at the man in black with surprise on his face: "Why are you here?"
Su Baiyi replied: "Those two were beaten away by me and my senior sister."
Both the Blood Judge and the Ghost Scholar were shocked: "You two are so powerful?"
Su Baiyi waved his hand: "Without any effort. So you two also want to stop us?"
Judge Xue hurriedly dragged the man in black who was still looking around: "Boss Gu, I'm counting on you!"
Chapter completed!