After the smoke dissipates, everything becomes silent.
The black air in the sky became much thinner, and the black dragon disappeared and never appeared again.
The strange and shrill roar of the Demon Sword could no longer be heard, and seemed to have completely disappeared in a series of explosions.
As for Xu Yue, everyone could only see a vague figure riding a horse still in the field, motionless.
The spiritual power of this space seemed to have been emptied out, and even everyone's sight was slightly affected, making it difficult to see clearly.
"They're all hurt."
A whisper rang out, and everyone followed the sound and saw Situ Yu of the Yu Sect, his eyes glowing with jade, using their sect's secret technique of breaking through the jade pupils, looking into the field.
Before anyone could ask any more questions, the spiritual power from all around began to pour in, and the space came back to life again, and the vision gradually became clearer.
Everyone hurriedly looked around, their eyes slightly condensed.
Zong Qing knelt on the ground, holding the strange demon knife in his hand and coughing up blood.
After a moment, Duan Mutian's figure also appeared, standing in the field with his hands behind his back. Under his seemingly calm appearance, he actually had a heart that was beating wildly.
"Bah! You can really pretend!"
Finally, Xu Yue appeared, holding the horse's back with one hand and hitting the ground with the phoenix blood spear with the other. Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, dripping on the ground.
At this time, the hand he was holding on the horse's back was lighting up with a soft spiritual light. Looking closely, he saw that he was treating the Xuanhuo horse's injuries that were seriously injured and dying.
One of the Xuanhuo Horse's eyes is gone, and one of its originally strong hoofs is missing. The horse's tail is incomplete, and there is a bloody hole in its abdomen. It has horrific sword wounds all over its body, as if it has been thrown into a meat grinder. It is extremely miserable. .
If Xu Yue hadn't treated him with strong spiritual power, Ma'er would have died long ago.
But even so, the horse with no good meat in its body still stood on the same spot and never fell down!
The master on its back could not tolerate being embarrassed in the face of a life-or-death enemy at such a time.
This is its responsibility as a mount.
"Fortunately."
Xu Yue felt the Xuan Huo Ma's emotions, smiled and patted the horse's neck. Pangu's heart kept beating, and the vitality-filled blood traveled throughout his limbs, restoring his own injuries.
"What are you doing with your hands behind your back? Take them out." Xu Yue turned his head and shouted to Duan Mutian, who was standing in the distance with his hands behind his back.
Duan Mutian looked at him coldly and took his right hand back from his back, but instead of simply putting it down, he turned his hand and once again summoned the black dragon sword hidden around him, filled with murderous intent.
It was also at this time that everyone saw that there were fiery red cracks on Duan Mutian's right hand, like a newly formed magma stone, which was extremely ferocious.
Different from ordinary injuries, they are Dao scars. Once infected, it is extremely difficult to cure, and if you are not careful, it will affect the Dao foundation and lead to the destruction of the path to immortality in the future.
With a "wow" sound, Zong Qing, who was not far away, suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood. It seemed that he was seriously injured.
But then, he looked up at Xu Yue, with a cruel smile on his face, and said in a cold voice: "It is indeed the magic technique of the Three Thousand Sword Sect, it is so powerful... You can use it with that surnamed Shang. , just a few points away.”
After saying that, he covered his abdomen with one hand, supported the demon knife with the other, and stood up tremblingly.
"If you like it, I can give it to you again." Xu Yue's eyes lingered on Zong Qing's abdomen for a moment, and he showed a perverted smile that was no less than his.
Zong Qing was speechless. The iconic wild laughter on his face gradually stopped and finally disappeared. He looked at Xu Yue with scrutiny.
He always felt that Xu Yue was different now from a hundred years ago.
At that time, it was absolutely impossible for him to show the expression he has now, such a crazy expression full of murderous intent.
Has it changed?
"Xu Yue, what do you hate? What made you become like this?"
Zong Qing's arm strength was astonishing, and he could easily lift the half-human-height demon sword. The tip of the sword was pointed at Xu Yue, and he sneered: "Is it Gu Cheng's death, Shark's sacrifice, or over the past hundred years, you guys have been like bereaved dogs?" Escape?"
boom!
There was a loud noise like thunder, and the black fire horse stepped on lightning, like a fierce fire, and appeared in front of Zong Qing in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the raised spear and the indifferent face, Zong Qing's pupils shrank, but he still quickly slashed away with the sword and screamed: "You hit a painful spot? Hate it! No matter how much you hate, it won't change anything! Soon! You can go and accompany them!”
"Today, you will die."
Duan Mutian's cold voice also came from the side, and in front of him was Zong Qing's demon sword. Xu Yue was not afraid and rode his horse to fight!
"kill!"
Three low shouts sounded in unison at the same time, and the three of them fought together again. One of them stood tall on his horse and raised his spear in all directions. The other two's swords rang together and struck from both sides. It was like three ancient generals fighting in a dragon fight!
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
Countless gun shadows, sword lights, and sword rainbows collided crazily, and every time they hit, there would be a harsh sound, and sparks bloomed like fireworks. They looked very beautiful, but they were fatally dangerous!
Xu Yue was crazy about fighting, and Pangu's heart was beating crazily. The huge force even shook the Xuanhuo horse under him, which was a little unsteady and almost fell to the ground.
At the same time, a steady stream of power surged into his body through Pangu's heart. In addition, in his hand was the most destructive spear among the hundred soldiers. For a time, he was one against two, and he was not losing at all!
boom!
The spear pierced Zong Qing's shoulder, but the latter suddenly grabbed the gun barrel and slashed at him ferociously.
clang!
Xu Yue's other hand glowed with a mysterious light and grabbed it. It was the Secret of Bing Zi at work. He grabbed the blade of the demon sword and held it hard with blood dripping from the tiger's mouth.
Uh-huh!
Duan Mutian on the side slashed with his sword again. Xu Yue gritted his teeth. As his waist rotated, he raised his right foot to press the gun barrel, freed his right hand to blast out a golden punch.
The result was that half of Duan Mutian's body instantly exploded into a mist of blood, and Xu Yue's right shoulder to abdomen was also completely cut open, as if he had been struck by a standing chop, which was extremely horrifying.
Such battle scenes kept happening, and none of the three people held back at all. Blood spurted out, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. Their bodies were constantly being reorganized and destroyed, destroyed and reorganized again. For a while, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the sun and the moon were dark!
Some female disciples simply closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the tragic scene in the field.
"Ding! Alert! The host's life is in danger!"
Finally, as the system beeped, Xu Yue realized that he could not go on like this.
The situation between the two sides was unequal. Duan Mutian and the two had the upper hand, laid out the field, and cooperated well, but Xu Yue was alone and received random punishments from the system.
Taking 20% more damage is already outrageous. Xu Yue's attacks usually couldn't hurt him at all, but at this time they could easily break through his defenses and inflict heavy damage on him.
The 300% pain also made Xu Yue miserable. No matter how strong his will was, he could hardly bear it anymore!
Uh-huh!
At a certain moment, Xu Yue's imperial light bloomed again, and he wanted to try his best to injure someone first and relieve his own pressure.
But Duan Mutian and Zong Qing seemed to have expected this. The former stepped forward and blocked him, while the latter quickly retreated, jumped to the side with the demon knife, and started to meditate and adjust his breath.
"hateful!"
Seeing this scene, Xu Yue's heart sank. After a false shot, he wanted to rush towards Zong Qing who was meditating, but was stopped by Duan Mutian again and could not get close.
The two fought for hundreds of hours, Xu Yue received new injuries, and Duan Mutian felt extremely uncomfortable. The Heaven's Fist and Emperor's Light were too restrained, and he was like a natural enemy!
boom!
A few minutes later, Duan Mutian also retreated suddenly and stood still. Xu Yue could only stare coldly, because the sword light on the left came again!
clang!
Sparks flew everywhere, accompanied by a miserable phoenix cry, and the barrel of the phoenix blood gun was almost cut off, causing Xu Yue to suffer immense pain.
Under such circumstances, the opponent actually resorted to wheel fighting, intending to grind Xu Yue to death!
Swish, swish, swish!
The sword light came like a wave, Xu Yue blocked it from left to right and tried his best to resist.
Zong Qing laughed wildly and said, "Xu Yue! Today is the day you die!"
"Shameless talk!"
Xu Yue sneered. Although he said he was not losing, his movements were indeed getting slower and slower.
"Hey, give up. Look around here. Is there anyone who can help you?"
Zong Qing taunted, the demon sword slashed the genius like light, forcing Xu Yue to retreat continuously.
Xu Yue was silent. After he came to the battlefield, although he didn't look at the surroundings very carefully, he saw a few familiar figures.
Hearing Zong Qing say this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
"If you get the right way, you will get a lot of help, but if you don't get the right way, you will get little help. Xu Yue, the disaster you have suffered today is your own fault."
Duan Mutian also recovered a lot and came to fight with his sword again. Zong Qing retreated and continued to recuperate.
Clang!
The black dragon suddenly appeared, its huge dragon tail swept across, and hit Xu Yue heavily.
boom!
Xu Yue and Xuan Huo Ma were knocked away, rolling and falling into the distance, rubbing against the ground, splashing countless dust and blood, and finally fell in embarrassment not far from Lord Shang.
"Damn, it hurts!"
Xu Yue bared his teeth and his body trembled slightly because of the pain. The system's random punishments tripled his pain!
Fortunately, his ability to resist blows has always been good, and he was full of anger and excitement during the battle, which greatly alleviated this situation.
At this time, he didn't have time to think too much. As soon as the reins were pulled, the Xuanhuo horse that was originally lying on its back carried him and staggered to its feet, panting heavily and looking forward.
"Haha, horse, how do you feel?" Xu Yue patted the horse's neck and asked with a smile.
"throat!"
Xuanhuoma snorted and responded excitedly.
Although it is vomiting blood now, is covered in bruises, and does not have a good piece of meat on its body, it may be killed at any time.
However, if it is lucky enough to participate in a battle of this level, it will have no regrets in its life!
Moreover, the young man in black clothes cut off the second half of his body in Cangyun Mountain. This is a life-and-death revenge for Xuan Huoma and must be avenged!
"That's right." Xu Yue touched its blood-stained mane, feeling the Xuanhuo horse's emotions, his eyes slightly showing distress and encouragement.
There was no way, according to the previous plan, Xu Yue was responsible for entering the secret realm, making Duan Mutian and others think that he had given up on Shen Yao this time, so they relaxed their vigilance.
As for the task of getting close to Shen Yao and being the carrier of the Flying Thunder God, only Xuan Huoma could do it.
Xu Yue cannot trust the others. Qin Yun, Liu Ang and others have been exposed, which will arouse suspicion. Only the reborn Xuanhuoma can hide the truth and shoulder this important task.
But now that the battle has begun, Xuan Huo Ma has no other way to escape. He can only follow Xu Yue as his mount and fight hard against Duan Mutian and others with Yuan Xinjing's low cultivation level.
"It's hard on you."
Xu Yue whispered in his heart, and then felt something about the eyes behind him. He turned around and asked with a smile: "I feel like someone is always looking at me. What should I say, help me?"
"Huh, help you? It's good if I don't end up killing you." Shang Jun crossed his arms with a sneer on his face.
"Really boring."
Xu Yue curled his lips, and was not surprised. He looked at the ravine in front of Shang Jun with a dry smile, then turned to the oiran next to him, and asked again: "This beautiful young lady, can you help me?"
A strange color flashed in the oiran's eyes, he bowed slightly, shook his head and said: "The slave family is gone."
"Tch, ruthless."
Xu Yue had a bitter look on his face, looking at Duan Mutian and his two men who were close at hand in front of him, his expression became serious again.
"Hey! Why are you so shameless! Want to bully the minority?"
Suddenly, a scolding sound came from the distance. Several people turned their heads and saw two blue figures standing there.
One of them has long hair, holds a blue crystal sword, and has a cold face.
The other person has short hair and is relatively petite. At this time, he is hiding behind the long-haired woman timidly, peeking out and constantly observing.
"Sister! He's looking over here!" Lan Ruyan's heart was pounding and her face was red. After she shouted that sound just now, she immediately fainted.
But Lan Qing had no such thoughts. When she looked at Xu Yue at this moment, thinking of everything her sister had experienced in the past hundred years, her eyes became colder and colder, even filled with murderous intent.
Seeing this, Xu Yue understood.
He was still thinking just now, who shouted those words, and which of the two sisters was Lan Ruyan!
Because to him, if Cheng Moyuan hadn't told him that thing, and without everything that happened in Cangyun Mountain, Lan Ruyan would have been just a little girl he had known for a few months and had a casual relationship with.
Now, a hundred years have passed, and he is naturally a little vague about Lan Ruyan's appearance. Moreover, when he was on Cangyun Mountain, Lan Ruyan was always surrounded by a blue light, and he had never seen his true appearance.
Therefore, Xu Yue didn't know what Lan Ruyan looked like.
But now, he was basically sure that it was the long-haired woman!
That murderous intent reminded Xu Yue that he had already died once, and that sword was the weapon that killed him that day!
What does she mean by this? shameless? Bullying the few with more?
Xu Yue turned his head and looked at Shang Jun and Huakui, filled with anger.
These two people haven't ended up yet. He just asked for help a few times, but he was scolded like this?
Xu Yue's blood pressure increased instantly. He pointed his spear and roared at Lan Qing: "If you Lan family wants to end it, just come! I, Xu Yue, will take it all! Don't do that sneaky thing outside the court." The rats!"
boom!
After saying that, he once again raised his gun and rode his horse, charging forward towards Duan Mutian and the other two.
In the distance, Lan Qing was startled at first, then her sword-holding hand trembled slightly, and her eyes became completely cold.
As for Lan Ruyan, she was completely confused.
"Sister, why is he scolding us?" Lan Ruyan said aggrievedly.
She was obviously still helping Xu Yue scold Duan Mutian!
"Hmph, you have nothing to say about such scum."
Lan Qing looked at the figure on horseback holding a gun in the field, and swung the blue crystal sword horizontally. From that look, it seemed that he was ready to take action at any time.
