A strong sense of crisis suddenly appeared in Yan Liang's heart, and the means he had reserved had to be used, and the Soul Thorn disappeared in a flash.
The Summoning Soul Tower lowered a light curtain, firmly protecting him in the middle.
This light curtain is gray and white with a thick khaki color. This light curtain mobilizes all the earth's spiritual power to form a light curtain with dual effects of defense and sealing.
At the same time, he also took out the light golden protective cage, and immediately became excited and scattered a lot of spiritual stones with a wave of his hand, activating the defensive formation with all his strength.
As soon as he finished doing this, the golden sword hit the light screen first, causing a slight shock.
Immediately afterwards, the golden sword appeared on the light screen, and the light screen suddenly began to flicker violently.
With a "squeak" sound, it only blocked a moment of time before it was forced through a hole and entered the light curtain.
As soon as he entered the light curtain, he was affected by the power of the seal. His speed slowed down slightly, but only a little, and it hit the defensive light curtain of the protective cage.
The light curtain began to tremble violently, and it only lasted for half a moment before suddenly collapsing.
The sword energy suddenly surged and hit the metal surface of the protective cage, making a loud noise.
At this moment, Wu Xinghuai suddenly staggered, his face turned pale instantly, and his consciousness briefly stagnated.
The golden light shield flickered unconsciously, and the golden long sword also stopped for a moment.
In just a split second, the shuttle arrow pierced three-thirds of his eyebrows and hovered in front of his eyebrows, and a wisp of blood flowed down.
"It's actually a soul cultivator..."
Wu Xinghuai had an unexplainable look on his face, wiped a wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth, and put away the golden sword and the sky-wide sword intent.
Yanliang's tense spirit suddenly relaxed. Looking at the protective cage that was pierced by the sword energy in front of him, his eyes were full of shock, "It is indeed the Golden Gang Sword Body..."
If summoning the Soul Sky Tower hadn't hindered two seconds, he might have lost this time. Fortunately, he took back the Soul Sky Tower in advance.
"Haha, Brother Yan is actually a soul cultivator... You are actually a soul cultivator, haha..."
Wu Xinghuai's mood suddenly became extremely bad. He kept shaking his head and laughing bitterly, looking a little crazy.
"puff!"
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, looking extremely depressed.
"Brother Wu..."
Yanliang was suddenly shocked. It was obvious that his soul had been severely injured, but his attack just now would not have caused him to be like this.
He hurriedly put away the protective cage and Soul Sky Tower, and took one step to reach his side.
Reaching out to touch his head, the power of the soul entered his brain and began to examine it carefully. It didn't take long to find the source of the injury.
It turned out that there were old wounds in his soul, and his attack just now was the trigger. Coupled with his extreme change of mood just now, the old wounds were completely triggered.
He injected a ray of soul power into him and slowly repaired his soul's injuries, "Brother Wu, why do you have old wounds in your soul?"
Wu Xinghuai, who had calmed down a bit, struggled to stand up. Instead of answering his question, he smiled bitterly and gave a deep salute with his fists in his hands, "Thank you, Brother Yan, for being merciful and healing me!"
Yanliang saw that he was unwilling to mention it, and combined with the sudden change in his mood before, he had guessed that this old injury should be related to soul cultivation, and it must also involve extremely painful past events.
This painful past has formed a knot in his heart. To open this knot, he can only look for opportunities and cannot force it easily, so he unknowingly puts this problem in his heart.
He hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, shook his head and said, "Some trivial matters are not worth mentioning."
"Brother Yan has always been merciful to me, but I didn't know it at all. He not only used all his strength but also used secret techniques. Fortunately, I didn't seriously hurt you, otherwise I would never forgive myself. I hereby apologize to Brother Yan , please ask Brother Yan to punish me, you can put forward any conditions, as long as I, Wu Xinghuai, can do it."
After Wu Xinghuai finished speaking, he was about to bow down again. He had bowed before and apologized this time, but before he could bow down, Yan Liang helped him up.
"Brother Wu, it's serious. You promised to fight with all your strength. I know you are keeping your promise. This time, we are neither fighting nor acquainted. We will not talk about this as we are friends."
Wu Xinghuai closed his lips tightly and gritted his teeth, holding back the tears that were about to appear in the corners of his eyes. "Okay, getting to know Brother Yan is also a great joy in life. I will definitely apologize with wine. Let's have a good drink."
He suddenly felt that his luck was not bad, and he could still meet someone who knew and understood him when he was down and out. The scars in his heart that had just been opened were instantly covered up again.
Yanliang patted him on the shoulder and laughed: "Haha, okay, I just met a brother earlier, and I have already agreed to have a good drink. You also know him, and I will introduce him formally to you later."
The two briefly chatted for a few words. Yan Liang changed his clothes and began to gather his formations. Wu Xinghuai hurriedly stood behind him.
When everyone saw the two people appear, they all hurriedly looked at them, trying to get some clues from their status.
Zeng Youhui still had an untroubled expression and said calmly: "I drank the wedding wine..."
Yanliang looked at Wuying immediately, with a smile and a look, the two stared at each other closely.
Tears flashed in Luo Wuying's eyes, full of emotion, "Brother Yanliang did it. He risked his life for me. This battle will definitely not be easy to win..."
Luo Meng stood up in a hurry, narrowed his eyes and looked around, then stroked his beard and laughed, "Haha, okay, okay, little friend, I really did not disappoint Ying'er."
Many people in the clan also became happy, because when they saw Wu Xinghuai's depressed spirit, they guessed that the soul must have been injured, and standing behind him must mean that he was lagging behind.
Yan Xiuwen turned his head slightly, looked at the disciple beside him, and said with a smile: "Disciple, if you want to have a good relationship with him in the future, go and congratulate him and then we will go back to the valley."
Wu Zhengyang saw that Wu Xinghuai was a little depressed, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat, but he didn't know that Yan Liang was a soul cultivator, and he still had strong hope in his heart.
She rushed forward and grabbed his arm, looking at him expectantly, "Brother Wu, how are you? Did you win?"
Luo Yongchang walked onto the stage with a smile on his face, waiting for the two to tell the result of the competition in person.
Wu Xinghuai straightened his body, looked at Wu Zhengyang, and said without any guilt: "I tried my best, but still lost. I lost, and I am convinced that I lost."
Speaking of which, he looked at the old housekeeper who was following him and continued: "Now the Wu family and I are completely separated. Please ask the head of the family for my resignation, and I won't go back."
Wu Zhengyang was stunned on the spot, "How could it be, how could it be like this..."
It took him a long time to come back to his senses, "You lied to me. They all said that you have a sword body, how could you lose? You must not have tried your best, otherwise how could you lose to him..."
