He Yichuan didn't want to be sidetracked by Mo Yuheng all the time and watch the other person drift away and his cultivation level advance by leaps and bounds.
Others encouraged him to ignore the sect's rules and take action directly.
Only by defeating this girl could he satisfy the resentment in his heart. He wanted to let Fusang know that he had accepted the wrong disciple and would regret it in the future.
The purpose is to prove to the other party that he, Fusang, is wrong.
Thinking of this anger, he kept exerting his strongest strength to defeat Mo Yuheng.
Even if Mo Yuheng has two dantians and two spiritual roots, the amount of spiritual energy reserves in her dantians is not as good as that of her opponent. If she keeps fighting, it will be extremely detrimental to her.
It's better to make a quick decision.
Mo Yuheng was playing faster and faster, and Yichuan was sometimes overwhelmed and almost missed.
Mo Yuheng gave the other party any chance to breathe.
"Jianyi."
"Jianyi."
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He constantly used his own sword skills to make himself more consistent and smooth, suppressing the opponent's passive defense.
The swordsmanship used came and went without a trace, causing Yichuan to retreat steadily.
Mo Yuheng kept using his spiritual sense to change his own moves to attack the opponent. As Yichuan became more and more exhausted, he suddenly relaxed and almost fell into the abyss.
Mo Yuheng took the opportunity to stab the opponent's shoulder with his sword, making a series of clanging sounds.
The other party was not injured at all. It turned out that there was a spiritual weapon and cassock there. No wonder he had no scruples to cause trouble for him.
In a fit of anger, the opponent took out a third-grade spiritual talisman and attacked Mo Yuheng. Mo Yuheng waited a moment and also took out a spiritual talisman, but the one in her hand was a fourth-grade spiritual talisman.
She, Mo Yuheng, was the least afraid of competing for assets and confidence.
"You can try, I will let you die here without any body, even if you have a spiritual weapon to protect you?"
"You!" Yichuan remembered being furious and attacking in advance the next moment.
Mo Yuheng took the opportunity to stab his neck with his sword. Yichuan felt his neck was cold and quickly protected his neck with all his heart to prevent the opponent's sword from stabbing his neck.
Because of this uncoordinated body, the body fell down into the abyss: "Ah..."
A burst of shrill screams pierced the sky, and he kept making sentences.
The last sentence I heard was: "Xiaoyao save me."
Xiaoyao walked far away and did not dare to get close. He was also a monk in the early stage of foundation building. His swordsmanship was not as good as others, so he was no match for Mo Yuheng.
Originally, he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity and push Mo Yuheng into the abyss.
As a result, I made a mistake and saw that the opponent's face was rosy, with no trace of being attacked at all, and he seemed to be at his peak.
Xiaoyao immediately retreated, fearing that he would be the next person to suffer broken bones and tendons.
"I was just passing by and had no intention of doing anything."
""Yeah? It better be this way. "Mo Yuheng stared at him coldly, with strong vigilance and warning.
Xiaoyao was afraid and hurriedly ran forward close to the mountain road. It took him an hour to run non-stop from the mountain to the bottom.
It's better to leave quickly, it feels very unsafe on the mountain.
It seemed like there was a ghost chasing him behind.
"Yu Heng, you are so powerful. Beating him to death like this is too much. Why did they attack you?"
Qin Luoyi came to Mo Yuheng filled with indignation.
Mo Yuheng felt that his body could not support him, so Qin Luoyi caught him and leaned his shoulder on hers.
Qin Luoyi exclaimed: "What's wrong with you?"
The two people who had been in high spirits just now suddenly became listless and pale as if they were exhausted.
"The continuous consumption is too much. If Xiaoyao continues to stay here, I can't guarantee that I can stop him."
There was joy in his voice.
"Then what should we do now?" Qin Luoyi's cultivation level is still very low.
There was no way to carry Mo Yuheng down the mountain, for fear that one of them would accidentally step on the air and the two of them would fall.
"It's okay, I'll take a rest."
During this period of time, I practiced in seclusion and refined the elixirs from the elixirs grown in the space. The space was reorganized and many new types of elixirs grew inside.
Not only that, the space can also store spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy inside the space can be used when necessary.
If Xiaoyao dares to take action, Mo Yuheng does not recommend using the spiritual energy in the space.
Xiaoyao escaped by himself without leaving behind.
"Just wait a moment while I adjust my breath." Mo Yuheng took out the spirit-boosting pill, swallowed it and used the power of the flower to pour out the spiritual energy.
Quickly replenish one's own spiritual power.
With the support of spiritual power, my body slowly improved.
He stood up and continued walking down the mountain, but at a much slower pace.
It took about two hours to arrive at the foot of Burial Sword Peak. There was almost no one seen coming down the mountain.
But at the bottom of the mountain, people were coming and going, constantly walking in two directions.
"Which way is Sword Cliff?"
Mo Yuheng asked.
"Here." Qin Luoyi pointed in one direction and led Mo Yuheng away quickly.
Yichuan, who had fallen at the bottom of the cliff before, was covered in broken bones and blood vomiting from his mouth.
Even with the protection of the spiritual weapon, the neck, hands and feet were not protected. These fragile parts were covered with scars and no intact skin could be found.
I can't move my body, but it's okay to use my butt?
It's just that my head was hit so hard that I couldn't react, and I was very sluggish and couldn't move even if I wanted to.
This is frustrating enough. I want to wait for someone to come to help but can't wait for my friend Xiaoyao.
The two people shouldn't be considered friends. They just got together because they had a common enemy, Mo Yuheng.
Think about why you are impulsive, and you are not so confident when fighting with the opponent.
Moreover, there was a mouth that was constantly murmuring next to him, encouraging him to take action.
In anger, he spit out another mouthful of blood.
"Xiaoyao Xiaoyao..." He kept shouting with a very awkward mouth.
This fall gave him time to think and understand a lot of things.
"Mo Yuheng, Mo Yuheng..."
And he still couldn't forget who made him look like this, and he kept screaming with hatred.
At this time, he felt very humiliated, and he quickly absorbed spiritual energy to continuously repair the wound. Without the help of ammunition, this was a huge and delicate project that also consumed a lot of spiritual energy.
There is no one here to take care of him, and no one to help him.
Perhaps only after repairing it yourself can we take out the elixir from the space to speed up the repair.
And internal injuries are not so easy to heal. They have to rest for several months and they have to practice more distance from their classmates in these months. When I think about it, Xiaoyao and Mo Yuheng were responsible for everything.
I feel resentful and unwilling to give up, so I have no other choice but to sulk here.
Mo Yuheng didn't know that he was depressed and angry here, so what if he even hated him?
Just do it, if possible, he can fight back.
Mo Yuheng quickly came to the bottom of the sword cliff. There were many unique sword marks on the sword cliff, filled with many different artistic conceptions.
The higher you go, the higher the level of swordsmanship is required to continue going up. The levels here are clearly defined.
The level of sword cultivation at the bottom is low, and the level of sword cultivation at the top is high.
The total height of the sword cliff is ninety-nine meters, and the gap becomes larger with each meter. It is very difficult to break through and step forward to the next meter.
Everyone climbed up step by step. If they couldn't climb up, they would quickly sit up and realize the artistic conception of the sword.
Because each layer is filled with many different artistic conceptions of the sword, it is very confusing.
It is very difficult to find the artistic conception that suits you from each layer.
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