High in the sky, various forces intertwined together, and the sound of raging energy continued continuously.
Gu Yuan suddenly grabbed the sword on his chest with his hand, frowned and said, "You are distracted."
Mu Qing's eyes were cold, and the clone disintegrated on its own initiative, and the power sweeping towards Gu Yuan suddenly intensified.
"Hmm." Gu Yuan swallowed the blood in his mouth, his eyes getting brighter and brighter: "It's not even close."
Mu Qing's eyes darkened slightly. The power of the great witch in Gu Yuan's body had dissipated, and his vitality was either suppressed or eroded. However, if you ignore these and just look at his expression, it seems that he is the final winner.
This is an extremely paranoid and powerful self-confidence.
Mu Qing thought of Gu Yuan's awakening in the magma, and the power in his body rushed toward the Demon Suppressing Sword crazily.
Gu Yuan's eyebrows kept trembling, and his other hand was firmly grasping the Demon Suppressing Sword, revealing more and more white teeth.
They once said in ancient times that it is a sharp knife, so should Mu Qing use a very hard whetstone?
"Boom——"
A violent roar suddenly erupted in the distance.
The two people's eyes met, and Gu Yuan's expression was ugly. He always felt that there was a hint of ridicule in Mu Qing's eyes.
Damn Guci!
In the distance, Murong Yun's sword blasted a huge ravine on the ground.
Murong Yun's face was pale, and he was angry when he saw Gu Ci rushing towards Murong Jing again. He raised his sword and was about to swing out another sword energy, but the aura on his body suddenly shook.
"Well."
Murong Yun swallowed the blood in his mouth, shook his head at Huaifenghua, who was flying towards him, and then chased after Gu Ci.
He said in the sea of consciousness: "I said I would replenish the spiritual consciousness you consumed, why did you go back on your promise?"
Murong Jian's Nascent Soul sat cross-legged next to his spiritual fetus and said in a cold voice: "For a woman, you have lost all your sanity. If you don't leave, you will die."
"You won't be much better off if I die."
"you!"
The aura on Murong Yun's body finally stabilized and stopped at the peak of transcendence.
Seeing Murong Yun chasing after him, Gu Ci was secretly annoyed and turned around to punch him.
Murong Yun calmed down for a moment before a sword energy hit him.
The snow-white sword light collided with the yellow fist force. It seemed like an ordinary blow, but it erupted into a huge roar. The rolling sound waves spread towards Suzaku City, which inadvertently accelerated the people's departure from Suzaku City.
Murong Yun's sword energy was even better. After using up all his fist energy, the remaining sword energy was thrown at Gu Ci.
Gu Ci snorted coldly and waved his sleeves to shatter the sword energy. At the same time, several extremely faint traces shot out from his sleeves.
Murong Yun flew up, took out a few sword flowers in his hand, and stopped the streams of light with a clang, and then he saw clearly that they were three flying shuttles.
These three shuttles were only the size of fingers, with dull colors. When activated, they appeared to flow like mercury. If he hadn't had the help of Murong Jian now, it would have been difficult to detect them.
Gu Ci's eyes darkened slightly, Murong Yuneng stopped them all, the strength of his spiritual consciousness might have crossed that level, and he was about to transform into a soul.
Gu Ci didn't want to continue fighting with Murong Yun. He glanced high in the sky and was a little surprised. Gu Yuan had not been defeated until now. This was a result he had not expected.
Maybe this is the reason why Gu Yan never took action? Is he anxious?
Thinking of this, Gu Ci's eyes darkened, and he looked at Murong Yun, "If you want to live, then agree to the conditions just now. Both your Murong family and Hidden Valley will become vassals of my Gu family. I believe that with your strength, Talking should do the trick.”
Gu Ci seemed to be trying to increase his momentum when speaking, with several flying shuttles spinning around him.
There was a hint of ridicule in Murong Yun's eyes: "We promised to bet on the outcome of Mu Qing and Gu Yuan, but you are not confident in the young master of your Gu family."
Gu Ci snorted coldly, the three flying shuttles paused, and then shot out.
These three shuttles flew in three different directions at the same time.
Murong Yun's eyes were indifferent, and he waved a sword energy to first stop the flying shuttle that was shooting at Huaifenghua. The sword in his hand came out and chased the shuttle that was shooting at Murong Jing.
Gu Ci moved his fingers slightly, pulling the shot towards Murong Yun and hitting Murong Yun's sword.
Seeing the flying shuttle chasing the figure in red in the distance, Murong Yun caught up with him in a flash.
Gu Ci and Murong Yun's eyes met, and they suddenly sneered: "Idiot."
He rushed directly towards Huaifenghua.
Murong Yun cursed him for being shameless and wished he could learn Mu Qing's clone technique right away. Gu Ci was preparing to kill him with one move.
In the distance, Murong Jing slowed down when Huaifenghua was being chased. Seeing that Murong Yun wanted to save her, she immediately raised her eyebrows and said: "Take her away!"
A red light flashed in her hand, and she directly faced the incoming shuttle.
Murong Yun's heart was filled with confusion.
Gu Ci was in the late stage of transcending the mortal world, and Murong Jing was in the early stage of transcending the mortal world. How could the awareness between the two be compensated by a magic weapon?
In the dilemma, Murong Yun roared angrily and chased Gu Ci.
Murong Jing withdrew her gaze from Murong Yun's back and nodded slightly. Murong Yun's affection for Huai Fenghua could not be faked.
Facing the whistling sound that was getting closer and closer, she hummed softly and hit the Vermilion Bird Thorn in her hand.
"Dong——"
The Suzaku Thorn was now a Taoist weapon. After colliding with the shuttle, a dazzling red light immediately erupted.
Unfortunately, the power carried by this flying shuttle was much stronger than Murong Jing expected. She was inevitably hit by the flying shuttle and pushed backwards, causing a series of whistling sounds to erupt in mid-air.
Murong Jing felt a concerned gaze at this moment. She was too familiar with this gaze, but the more so, the less willing she was to distract the owner of the gaze.
Balls of white flames flew out of her body, and after being exposed in the air, they quickly grabbed the fire attribute power rippling between the sky and the earth.
After the flames expanded, they connected together to form a dazzling fire ball.
Murong Jing's pair of slender eyebrows kept beating, as if she was enduring great pain. At a certain moment, her expression was full of fierceness, and she whispered: "Restrain!"
When the flying shuttle broke through the blockage of the Suzaku Thorn and was about to hit her between the eyebrows, the fire ball in the air blocked the flying shuttle.
The flying shuttle burst into the fire ball with a hiss, and the fire ball immediately stopped, trapping the flying shuttle inside.
"Chichi——"
The shuttle kept pounding into the fire ball. Murong Jing's face became paler and paler, and the fire ball in front of her shrank smaller and smaller, becoming brighter and brighter.
"Hoo~"
After a moment, Murong Jing gently exhaled a breath of turbid air. Her brows could not hide the fatigue, and her eyes were bright and clear, dancing with white light.
Gu Ci's angry voice suddenly sounded in the distance.
Murong Jing raised her eyebrows and stretched out her palm.
A white ball of fire the size of a fist flew over and hovered in her palm. The fire light swayed occasionally, and the outline of the flying shuttle inside could be seen.
The method of controlling fire in Jiutian Youyan Jue not only uses the secret technique of purifying filth with flames, but also uses the secret technique of using magic weapons trapped in flames.
Murong Jing looked up to the sky. The white fire ball in her hand overflowed with a wisp of flame, and the surrounding space was distorted.
At this moment, two more sounds pierced the air, and the other one shot at Murong Jing one after another.
