Huhu~
In a forest somewhere outside Liangcheng, strong winds were blowing, branches and leaves were flying, and wave after wave of air surged out like a torrent.
Suddenly, the wind gradually stopped, the air waves dissipated, and the branches and leaves flying in the air swayed and fell.
A brief silence is often a sign before an explosion. . . . . .
Zifu was lying on his back on the ground, his face stained with blood, his chest clothes soaked with blood, and three slender claw marks were very conspicuous.
The fact that the great disciple of the dignified old Sword God ended up in such a situation was enough to cause a sensation in the entire Northern Continent and even the other three continents.
After a few turns in the air, a green willow branch was inserted into the ground beside him. With a click, the leaves on the willow branch began to fall off. After a while, only the bare willow branch was left.
Click!
The straight willow branches made a sound like green bamboo, split from the middle, and hit the ground with a snap.
The willow branch that was originally as sharp as a sharp sword became soft and bent at this moment, returning to its previous appearance.
"Senior brother, you actually lost?!" Luo Yuan, who was standing in the distance, looked solemn. He had followed Zifu for so long, and this was the first time he had seen him lose so miserably.
For a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes, couldn't believe that what he saw before him was real.
Qiu Leng, who had the body of a wolf and the head of a wolf, saw that he no longer resisted, and immediately returned to his human form, turned around and left without saying a word.
At this moment, Zifu, who was lying on the ground, suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"
Qiu Leng looked sideways and asked, "Is something wrong?"
Zifu raised his right hand and touched the wound on his chest, then raised his blood-stained palm and smiled sadly.
He has experienced countless battles since he was a child, but today is the most embarrassing one and the one he cannot lose the most.
"Ahem..." Zifu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up tremblingly. Blood immediately overflowed from the wound on his chest. He stared at Qiu Leng with his sharp eyes and smiled faintly: "Just this injury is not enough to defeat me. Next, is the real showdown between you and me."
"Heavenly Sword!"
Zifu roared, holding the sky with his right palm, the fluid force in his body, the vitality all around, and the death force. . . . . . They all gathered on his right palm.
The surrounding air condensed, and a strong sense of oppression spread. It was like being in an abyss and a cold pool, making people feel breathless.
"What?" Luo Yuan looked dull and looked at the long sword as big as a mountain above Zi Fu's head. His lips trembled slightly and he struggled to speak: "Could it be that... that was created by the master? . . . ”
Luo Yuan's expression changed, and he hurriedly reminded: "Senior brother! The Heavenly Sword contains a variety of powers, and its power is too overbearing. Once you cannot control the power, people will die..."
Although it was his first time to see the Heavenly Sword, he had also heard of the reputation of the Heavenly Sword in the past few years at Jianyou Peak. It was made by gathering all the power together. The more power it controlled, the stronger it would be. powerful.
Of course, when several mutually exclusive forces are integrated, once something goes wrong, the consequences will be disastrous.
Qiu Leng looked at the generous sword in front of him and slowly counted: "One kind, two kinds, three kinds...five kinds."
He took out the daggers from the side of his legs, two daggers in front of his left foot, two daggers in front of his right foot, and one in front of his body, like a semicircle. The five daggers were deeply pierced into the ground, and no trace of the blades could be seen at all.
Boom~
Suddenly there were several thunders in the clear sky. Qiu Leng's right palm was covered with thunder patterns and stood upright in front of him. The thunder patterns in his palm extended downward and connected with five daggers, forming a thunder barrier in front of him.
Qiu Leng said calmly: "Come on. I just want to see how powerful the heavenly sword created by the old sword god is?"
Zi Fu pushed forward with his right palm, and the sword edge hit the thunder barrier directly. The ground beneath their feet suddenly cracked, then collapsed, and the two of them were immediately flooded by dazzling white light.
The moment the Heavenly Sword dissipated, thousands of sword energies shuttled back and forth around the battlefield like arrows.
In the blurry battlefield, the ground around Qiu Leng almost completely collapsed. Only the five daggers in front of him firmly fixed the ground beneath his feet.
Whoosh whoosh!
The sword energy violently hit the barrier, but for some unknown reason, some of the sword energy was very powerful, while others were completely powerless.
Of course, he didn't know the specific cause. I'm afraid only Zifu knew about it.
Desert ruins
The two sects of the Ghost Sect Spirit Clan followed the dug pit into the Blood Ant Nest. Not long after they left, the people from the Sanwang Palace arrived.
Similarly, they did not see the Tsar City. At first, some people wondered if they had gone to the wrong place, but the surrounding sand dunes in front of them were not deceiving. The open space in the sand dunes was the location of the Tsar City.
Because, out of fear, Tsar City had long been destroyed by blood ants.
Xiao Yuying left behind two hundred Sanwang Palace disciples, as well as the goshawk, pine sparrow eagle, red-bellied eagle and gray-faced eagle in the raptor squad, in order to stop the people from Daofu and Jiange.
As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they become jealous. When Wu Daoda and Li Miao saw that there were not many people left in Sanwang Hall, they immediately rushed forward with their men, and more than 400 people from both sides fought together.
Zhufeng was lying on a sand dune, looking at the people fighting, as if he were watching a show.
When people from the three sects of Sanwang Hall, Daofu and Jiange fight, life or death has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't care who wins or loses.
Anyway, he had Phantom Sky Wings, so even if he was discovered, he would be absolutely sure to escape with his life.
Besides, the people of the three sects were engaged in a bloody battle. At this moment, they had no energy to pay attention to Zhufeng. As long as he did not enter the battlefield, he would not attract their attention.
Ziyang, who was lying under the sand dune, was awakened by the noisy shouts of killing. The last time he killed five people in the Sanwang Palace, he almost exhausted his fluid energy and fell into a coma. He only just woke up today.
"Where did the fighting sound come from?" Ziyang sat on the sand, looked around, and found Zhufeng lying on the sand dune, and asked, "Zhufeng, what are you looking at up there?"
Zhufeng turned around and smiled at him: "Zi Yang, come and take a look. Jiange and Daofu are teaming up to have a shopping spree with the people from Sanwang Palace over there."
Hearing that the disciples of the three sects were here, he was slightly confused and asked: "Why are they here? Where are we?"
Zhufeng said carefully: "Tsar City. You said you wanted to come to Tsar City, but when I brought you here, I found that this place has been occupied by those from Sanwang Palace."
"Jia Juesheng, aren't Pei Yuan and the others here?" Zi Yang said as he walked. Before he even stepped onto the sand dune, he saw Zhu Feng slowly shaking his head.
Zhufeng pointed to the deep pit outside the sand dune opposite and said, "From what I see, they should have gone down from the deep pit over there a long time ago."
Ziyang saw that there were not many people in Sanwang Hall and there was no figure of Xiao Yuying and Huangyu, so he guessed in a low voice: "There are not many people in Sanwang Hall. Could it be that some of them were searching for blood along that deep pit?" Is it an ant’s nest?”
"A large number of people, Prince San, left, leaving only more than two hundred people to guard the deep pit."
Zhufeng pointed at Goshawk and the others and sighed: "In my opinion, with those four people here, the people from Dao Mansion and Jiange Pavilion including us, I'm afraid it will be difficult to enter."
"It turns out it's them." Ziyang didn't pay much attention. After all, he had met several members of the Birds of Prey team when he was at the Glow Gate.
But then he thought carefully and asked, "Did Xiao Yuying bring them in?"
It was impossible for them to enter the Glow Gate under the eyes of the door owners. The only explanation was that something happened outside, which allowed them to take advantage of the loophole.
It happened that they were helping the people of Sanwang Palace. Even if Xiao Yuying hadn't brought them in, they should have sneaked in while mingling in the crowd of Sanwang Palace disciples.
Zhufeng thought for a while and said: "I'm not sure, but even if it's not Xiao Yuying, it will be someone else from Sanwang Palace."
Zi Yang lay on the sand dune with his head resting on his arms and said helplessly: "Alas! With people like them guarding here, we can only stand and watch from a distance."
Zhufeng was still lying on the sand dune, observing the battlefield situation, and said casually: "There is no way. There are many of them, and their level is still high. Even if we want to forcefully break in, we can't get in."
Ziyang looked at the sky and said, "Let's fight. It's best if both sides are injured. By then, no one can stop us."
Zhufeng observed for a long time, and finally understood the gap between the two sides. He explained carefully: "You are overthinking. Even though they have about the same number of people, there are four people from the Raptor Team here at Sanwang Palace, Daofu, Jiange. You can’t take advantage.”
"To put it bluntly, with the four of them here, it is impossible for Sanwang Palace to lose."
"unless......"
Zi Yang said in detail: "Unless someone joins the team of Daofu and Jiange, we can't even think about entering."
"But don't think about it. Apart from them, there are only two of you and me left here. If you want to get into that deep pit, you have to find other ways."
At this moment, Zhufeng looked back at Ziyang and was about to speak when he saw a man in white in the distance, holding a long sword and walking toward them step by step with difficulty.
Zhufeng pointed at the man in white in the distance and said with a smile, "Ziyang, look! Isn't that Xian Qingyun?"
Ziyang sat on the sand dune and took a closer look. The man in white was indeed Xian Qingyun from Jiange. However, Xian Qingyun at this time was much more embarrassed than last time.
Zi Yang remembered that the last time he was chased by Gray Faced Eagle and other Sanwang Palace disciples, although his white clothes were stained with blood, his hair was not messy and his face was still fair.
But now Xian Qingyun's long hair was messy and draped over his shoulders. His blood-stained white clothes were also a little yellowish and stained with a lot of sand.
If it weren't for the fact that he was holding a long sword and looked very similar to when he escaped last time, Zi Yang and Zhu Feng might not have been able to recognize him.
After all, Xian Qingyun was seriously injured at that time, and several disciples from the Sanwang Palace were chasing him. He might have had a chance to escape, but the gray-faced eagle chased after him. It is difficult to imagine how he escaped.
Although Xian Qingyun was in a miserable state at this time, his level had improved. At this moment, his cultivation had reached the third level of reincarnation.
