Que Xiu was shocked, twisted his waist and staggered, barely dodging the sharp sword. Before he could gain a firm footing, the person who was knocked away turned around and rushed towards him again. Que Xiu was attacked from both sides and was in a panic. He was completely confused about the situation. He had promised to fight alone, but why was he beaten by a group? The two of them worked together with each other in perfect harmony.
Que Xiu used the "Ugly Knife" to block from left to right, but his luck was also quite bad. The Wuxiang Knife's consecutive moves failed to produce any attributes. He was forced back a few feet, and a blood mark was drawn on his arm. He sharply activated the "ugly knife" and made a thunderous sound. The two opponents were extremely shrewd and stepped back after hearing the wind, allowing him to breathe.
"Who are you? How can you cheat?"
One person replied sharply: "It doesn't matter who we are, as long as we work together to defeat you, we will gain something."
"But the magic power of the token can only be used in two-by-two duels, not alliances and group battles?"
Another person laughed and said: "What a fool. I will hide the token first and remove its power. How we want to fight you is our business."
"This is cheating, I will expose you!"
"Hmph, you have one mouth, and we have two mouths. We don't know who to believe!" The two laughed loudly and launched another round of attacks.
Que Xiu was forced to retreat continuously, and he could no longer resist. At the critical moment, there was a sound of rebuke, and then a huge force like a sword separated them. Both sides were pushed back more than ten feet before they could stand firm.
This time it was the two people's turn to be surprised, "Who are you? Are you here to mess with us?" Under the moonlight, a man in white clothes fluttered and came calmly. For some reason, Que Xiu felt that this scene was very familiar.
"Taoist Master Yu Qingdeng of Maoshan Sect is also an upright master, but he taught you two young disciples, Yu Cangmang and Yu Cangjin. You are really shameful!"
"Who are you? The power of the token should keep you at bay?"
The young man in white turned his fingertips, and the token appeared in his palm, surrounded by a white halo.
"You used the 'Xuantian Cover' to isolate the magic power of the token? You, are you Murong Qingtian?"
Young Master Murong coldly waved his sleeves and gave them a back view. The Yu brothers apologized one after another, "Mr. Murong, we were just confused for a moment, so we came up with such crooked ideas. Please let us go!" These two people were able to bend and bend, and they cried when they begged for mercy and apology, which was very touching.
Murong Qingtian sneered: "I don't talk to weak people, let alone make deals. Show your strength. After three moves, if you can escape unscathed, I will pretend that this never happened!"
The Yu brothers only exchanged a glance and attacked at the same time. Their swords combined and turned into two arcs of light, a blue ice flame and a blazing flame, entangled with each other, bright and dazzling.
Murong nodded and praised: "The Maoshan sect's 'Ice and Fire Qi Tian' still has some momentum!" As he spoke, he flew up to meet him, stretched his right palm forward, emitted a golden light, and split the ice flames, and then pulled the fingertips to pull the sword. The force is directed to one side.
Seeing that their moves were exhausted, the Yu brothers hurriedly retreated, Murong Qingtian followed them like a shadow, Qiankun's sleeves flicked, Yu Cangmang and Yu Cangjin flew away like paper kites and fell to the ground motionless.
Que Xiu was filled with emotion when he saw two powerful enemies being defeated by him with one move. Compared with them, they were completely different and he felt ashamed. His brother was as majestic as a god, but he was as small as a piece of grass. He was filled with mixed emotions and lost his mind.
Murong Qingtian didn't know what he was thinking, but thought he was afraid, so he said coldly: "I will not take action against you, because I never take advantage of others' danger." Seeing that Que Xiu did not answer, he continued: "You can do it His token serves as a proof of points, which can be considered as something gained.”
Que Xiu calmed down and responded coldly: "I am very incompetent, but don't take advantage of me. I will fight for the points myself."
"I like your eyes, like a sharp sword. It's a good thing to have pride, but what you lack is strength. The Yu brothers are like dust under your feet, and you are just a piece of stone. Rhetoric can only make me feel disgusted!"
His words aroused Que Xiu's pride, "You can underestimate me or insult me, and I will accept it all. Because one day I will defeat you and pay you back a thousand times!"
Mr. Murong had never seen anyone be so disrespectful to him and talk nonsense. He found it very interesting, so he threw a package, "There is healing medicine and food in it. I hope you can get through this!"
Que Xiu was a little confused and shouted at his back: "Why do you want to help me?"
Murong smiled back, "I hope my opponent will be strong, because I am very lonely!"
Que Xiu stood blankly, letting the cold wind blow on his face, unaware of it. He was still thinking about Murong Qingtian's last words, so domineering and aloof, he was really ashamed of himself.
He opened the package and found a bottle of golden medicine inside, as well as dry food made from beef, which was exactly what he needed now. He applied the golden medicine to the wound on his arm, and a refreshing coolness spread throughout his body instantly. And the dry food was a real help in times of need, and he ate it without any hesitation. The night was dark, the stars and moon were dim, and he was not sleepy at all. He was still thinking about all the details just now, and his mind gradually became confused without realizing it.
The sky was bright, there was a breeze, and under a huge cherry blossom tree, flowers were flying, and even the sky was dyed pink. A quiet river flows beside me, calm as a mirror. He put on clothes as white as snow, and his sleeves were spotless.
Not far away, a girl in pink clothes came gracefully, and she blended into this colorful rain of flowers. The girl is as beautiful as a fairy, with a smile on her lips and gentle twirling of her orchid fingers.
"Ms. sir, is it nice to be your wife?" The girl gently held his arm and leaned on her tenderly. He was anxious and didn't know how to answer. Everything strange and inexplicable tenderness are all in a dream?
"Ms. sir, tell your story to your wife. I want to hear it."
What to say? He was in a panic, his heartbeat was racing, and his fingertips were trembling slightly. The girl gently stroked his palm, and her eyes were filled with tenderness.
He suddenly raised his arms and shook him off, and said coldly: "Don't confuse me in this way, if you want to fight, fight, I will never back down!"
The girl staggered back, caressing her sleeves, and suddenly changed into another appearance.
"The poor nun just wants to tease you, and of course he also wants to know your secrets." Yuhongting shook his monk's clothes and said.
"Why are you here? Where am I?" Que Xiu asked in surprise.
The little girl raised her lips lightly, "I didn't expect that you don't know such a low-level spell as 'Projection into Dreams'?"
"Ah, this turned out to be my dream?" Que Xiu was extremely surprised.
Yuhongting suddenly looked around and sighed: "I wanted to play with you for a while, but I didn't expect something new happened." She flicked her fly whisk and suddenly disappeared.
When Que Xiu was confused, the painting style suddenly changed. The original blue sky, clear water, and cherry blossoms disappeared. The sky became dark, lightning and thunder thundered, and there was a scorched earth beneath his feet. There were roars not far away, and a giant several feet tall appeared directly in front of him, with eyes like copper bells and fists as big as buckets. It roared, trees broke, and sand and rocks flew.
