As time passed, there were fewer and fewer people left, and the competitions became more and more exciting, and the cultivation methods emerged one after another, so that the onlookers were fascinated at the same time, and they also understood more about what geniuses were—their strength had already far exceeded their own cultivation, and for ordinary people, it was as difficult as a leapfrog battle to the sky, and it was so ordinary that it was not worth mentioning to them.

Cultivation and strength cannot be simply equated in many cases.

Therefore, at this time, in the gambling market in Yancheng, when the monk who bet saw the two people on the stage, he did not blindly bet on the cultivation as high, but analyzed the situation very carefully.

The demon cultivation in the late stage of Jindan and the sword cultivation in the early stage of Jindan, who will have a greater chance of winning?

"Twenty high-grade spirit stones!", suddenly a slightly old voice sounded, and the person who came threw a storage bag to the registrant, and his rough fingers pointed to one place without hesitation, "I'll take her!"

"Big brother!", the tall man was a little anxious, he wanted to snatch back the storage bag, but the registrant moved a little faster than him, quickly put the storage bag into his sleeve, and the registrant threw a voucher to the visitor, drooping his eyes, and ignored him.

The man had no choice but to clench his fists and deliberately lowered his voice, "Big brother, this is all our belongings, what if we lose?", that is just the early stage of Jindan, what about sword cultivation? Her opponent is also not a simple person.

Yao Zhang looked at the voucher and confirmed that it was accurate, then smiled with satisfaction and put it away slowly, "Don't worry, you can't lose." How could that person lose? It's a pity...... He shook his head, the odds of one to one point and two five still won less.

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The red-clothed male cultivator with an evil face smiled meaningfully, "Gu Daoyou, it seems that you and I are really a bit fateful. He tilted his head, and the ghost face on his forehead turned to face the other party, and his expression was a little more strange than that of its owner.

Gu Xizhan raised his eyes, "Maybe." There are still accounts between them that have not been settled, and maybe there is really a bit of fate.

The two of them had their own thoughts, so they didn't say much, almost at the moment when the referee left, Gu Xizhan made a bold move, and a sky-high sword qi slashed straight towards the male cultivator, and the momentum even attracted the wind and clouds, and there was no intention of leaving half a hand.

Bai Wuyi's figure burst back, and he retreated eight or nine feet in an instant, seeing that he couldn't dodge, he suddenly opened the white jade fan in his hand and threw it forward.

The white jade fan drew a streamer, the fan bone was crystal clear, there was a bright light around it, it stood in the air, there was no wind automatically, gently fanned up, each time, the fan suddenly became larger, but it rose to five zhang wide in an instant.

"Boom!", the sword qi slammed into the fan, and the fan shook, unloading this force, but there was a purple thunder like a long snake rushing to the top of the fan, and there was an unconcealed tyranny in the purple to black color, and it was about to burst.

Bai Wuyi's heart was shocked, and he immediately withdrew the jade fan, and as soon as the fan was in his hand, a jet-black air flow appeared in his palm, and it hit the purple thunder directly, and the two "banged" and turned into nothing.

The male cultivator tilted his head, avoiding the wind that would occur when the two canceled each other out, and he raised his hand, which was dripping with blood. It was too close, and he didn't quite get away with it in the end.

"Daoyou is really ruthless. Bai Wuyi seemed to be smiling, as if he was blaming Gu Xizhan for his ruthlessness, he swiped his blood-stained index finger on the side of the ghost's nose, and the long blood stains made people uncomfortable to look at.

"Then I won't spare my hand, Gu Daoyou, you have to be careful. Before the words fell, the blood stains suddenly lit up, the red light vibrated greatly, and the already dried blood stains slowly seeped into the ghost face......

Finally, when the entire ghost face turned black, a sinister aura suddenly poured out of the ghost face's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, half of the martial arts platform was filled.

The left half - bursts of yin qi and the roar of ghosts, and the right half - the sword qi overflowing, purple light flowing. However, the competition platform with a square of 30 zhang is clearly distinguishable in an instant.

"Go!", a black light burst out of the ghost's face, plunging headlong into the darkness, and there was no trace of it.

What is that...... Gu Xizhan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his whole body slowly tensed, like a sword, ready to be unsheathed at any time.

The male cultivator had a strange smile on his face, and the surrounding ghosts were full of spirits, and it seemed that his face was like a crown of jade, and his red clothes were like flowing blood, hunting sounded, he pulled down the ghost face suddenly, and the voice came from behind the ghost face, a little muffled, "How about Daoist friends take a look at Bai's move?"

When she saw Bai Wuyi's smile, Gu Xizhan knew that it was not good, and the next moment she didn't have time to avoid it, her eyes were facing the eyes of the ghost face, and there was a sudden pain in her brain......

"Whew, whew......", the low wheezing sound was mixed with intermittent moaning, and the slightly hoarse voice was like a kitten's paws, tickling people's hearts.

The sound of gurgling water, accompanied by bursts of warm currents, continued to enter her body, and when the warm current swam all over her limbs, she trembled, and then slowly leaned down, still with irrepressible gasps in her throat.

With a slight frown, the nun opened her eyes with some effort, and when she saw the situation in front of her clearly, a little stunned finally appeared in her eyes that had always been calm.

As early as when the warm current entered her body, Gu Xizhan felt that something was wrong, and the scene at this time was obviously beyond her expectations-

This is a stone cave, there is a thick smoke slowly seeping out from the stone wall, the whole stone cave is full of clouds, like a dream, light yellow light sprinkled from the overhead, and adds a bit of haze.

A man was chained to his limbs, his body was forced to open completely, he was not an inch, his eyes were covered with a white silk cloth, blocking his view, although his face was haggard, but from the exposed half of his face, it was not difficult to infer the grandeur of his appearance.

And he was sitting on each other's waists, and even the warm current was still coming.

Damn it...... The young sword cultivator finally couldn't help but let out a low curse in her heart, and then she decisively ripped off the white cloth on the other party's face.

Suddenly, the male cultivator frowned a little uncomfortably, he slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw who was on his body, an undisguised astonishment appeared on his face, and he finally sighed, "Senior Uncle Gu." ", how are you.

Gu Xizhan silently watched the hatred in his eyes fade like a tide, and in the end, there was only a kind of resignation and helplessness left.

The male cultivator slowly relaxed his stiff body, and even stood up slightly to meet her, but Gu Xizhan didn't move, and after a long time, he heard the other party ask faintly, "Don't you hate?"

Of course he hated, he hated his physique, and he hated his weakness, but he couldn't hate her.

His life was saved by the other party, no matter what she did, he accepted it, even if he was not willing, he would never have hatred.

Without him to make a sound, Gu Xizhan knew what he was thinking, although she didn't know what the phantom in front of her had to do with the real person, she still couldn't help but close her eyes, suppressing the churning emotions, and when she opened her eyes again, there was an indescribable deep meaning in her eyes.

"Poof!", the male cultivator only felt a chill in his chest, even though there was a sharp pain spread from his chest all over his body, and the anger slowly flowed away with the blood, his eyes widened slightly, and he looked at each other with some puzzlement, but there was an imperceptible relief in his eyes.

"Poof!", without hesitation, she drew her sharp blades, and the warm blood splattered, but Gu Xizhan didn't dodge, and let them spray her face, and the blood slid down her face, blurring her face.

Finally, when her consciousness began to blur, the person on her body finally moved, she leaned down, and then, the male cultivator heard a voice like a sigh in his ear-

"You should hate," she said slowly, with an irrefutable firmness in her tone.

"Even if it's me!"