When Murong Xuan's sword and shield were just formed, the blue brocade boy's cloud fall had already surged in all directions around Murong Xuan's body, and every small bundle of sword shadows falling from the cloud fell with the black spiritual power of the blue brocade boy, Murong Xuan's sword and shield were not seamlessly connected all over the body after all, this kind of sword and shield formed by the rapid swing of his hand always had gaps, and there were two reasons; first, Murong Xuan's spiritual power cultivation was too low, and second, Murong Xuan's sword swinging speed was fast due to the continuous polishing before, but it was not fast enough to be able to blink an eye with a thousand swords or even ten thousand swords。

Therefore, the move of the young man in the blue brocade suit, Yunluo still has a chance to take advantage of it, just where Murong Xuan's sword and shield did not cover, one after another black sword shadows directly hit Murong Xuan's body, but most of them were still blocked by Murong Xuan's sword and shield, when the sword shadow just touched Murong Xuan's body, the pain in the heart attacked Murong Xuan, although it hurt, but because Murong Xuan's body has undergone a series of tempering, it is actually no big problem.

His face was still calm and composed, and he meticulously waved the Chixiao Sword in his hand to resist the blue brocade boy's cloud fall, at this time, the blue brocade boy was like a cat and mouse, looking at Murong Xuan playfully, "Boy, do you just think that this young master's cloud fall is only this one thing, it may not be too underestimating me."

Listening to the young man in the blue brocade clothes say this, Murong Xuan secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and sure enough, when he saw the young man in the blue brocade clothes, he put away the sword shadow that was slowly falling from the sky at this time, and the sword shadow turned into one, and the willow thorn sword in his hand was not as soft and weak as when he was out of the body just now, and it became extremely huge at this time, and there was a thick black spiritual power on the sword body.

The young man in the blue brocade clothes said, "This is the real cloud fall, the boy will die."

Murong Xuan saw that the blue brocade boy's move seemed to be extremely powerful, and he didn't dare to slack off in his heart, put away the Chixiao Sword waved in his hand, and shouted in his mouth, "Breaking the Skin", as Murong Xuan's comprehension of this set of swordsmanship deepened, he found that the Dugu Unbroken Style was not only a style of killing enemies and destroying people, but actually a style of both offense and defense.

The spiritual power in Murong Xuan's body gushed out, came to the Chixiao Sword, transformed into broken spiritual power, and used the tip of the Chixiao Sword to draw a circle in the air directly in front of him, at this time, the willow thorn sword of the young man in blue brocade carried a shocking momentum towards Murong Xuan, and was stabbing on the circle that Murong Xuan drew in the air.

In addition to the blue brocade boy's contact with Murong Xuan's broken spiritual power, the blue brocade boy felt that the spiritual power on his willow thorn sword was disappearing, although that trace of dissipating spiritual power seemed a little insignificant to the blue brocade boy at this time, but what could not be ignored was that Murong Xuan was in the early stage of entering the spirit at this time, and he went there to find such an extraordinary technique.

So although the young man in the blue brocade clothes felt uneasy in his heart, the willow thorn sword in his hand still increased the output of spiritual power, and for Murong Xuan's side, with the output of the spiritual power of the young man in the blue brocade clothes, he felt huge pressure, but at this time, his Chixiao sword was in contact with the willow thorn sword of the young man in blue brocade, and the idea of taking five square steps under his feet could not be realized, so he could only use the egg to touch the stone, completely release the spiritual power stored in his dantian, and pour into the Chixiao sword to make this last desperate fight

This is Murong Xuan's true oil has dried up since he was able to cultivate, and there is no way at all, the result is unexpected, although Murong Xuan has completely poured his spiritual power into the Chixiao Sword, but the huge gap between the early stage of spiritual entry and the late stage of spiritual entry is still like a huge gully in front of Murong Xuan and the young man in blue brocade.

With the release of all the spiritual power of the young man in the blue brocade clothes, the huge spiritual power from the willow thorn sword finally broke through the circle formed by Murong Xuan's broken spiritual power in the air in front of him, and the huge black and green spiritual power carried by the willow thorn sword of the young man in the blue brocade clothes directly hit Murong Xuan's chest, knocking Murong Xuan away for an unknown distance.

And Murong Xuan knew at the moment that the circle formed by the spiritual power of the Chixiao Sword was broken that he was finished, and in the next moment, Murong Xuan felt that his chest had suffered a huge impact, with this strong impact, Murong Xuan's mind became blank for a moment, and before that, Murong Xuan muttered, "Spiritual power, farewell, your Murong brother will not see you anymore."

The young man in blue brocade clothes watched Murong Xuan fly out into the distance, followed Murong Xuan's footsteps and came to Murong Xuan's side, carrying Murong Xuan's blood in his mouth at this time, his eyes were closed, he lifted the willow thorn sword in his hand, and walked slowly towards Murong Xuan, when the young man in blue brocade was about to stab the willow thorn sword from Murong Xuan's body, he didn't know what he remembered and put away the willow thorn sword, and the bright red blood pill in his hand was sent towards Murong Xuan, who was in a coma at this time.

At this time, Murong Xuan, who was in a coma, suddenly felt a fishy smell of rot coming from his mouth, not feeling disgusting, this smell of fishy rot stiffly woke Murong Xuan from the half-immortal Murong Xuan from the coma, you can know how powerful this blood pill is, at this time Murong Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and saw the blue brocade sitting beside him at this time, as if nothing happened, but the taste in his mouth was enduring, thick and thick in his mouth, and unconsciously, his mouth would emit bursts of disgusting sensations from his abdomen, as if something was extremely uncomfortable and came to his stomach.

Murong Xuan just opened his eyes and looked at the blue brocade clothes sitting there, and the young man in the blue brocade clothes saw Murong Xuan waking up leisurely, not only laughed, "I don't know if Your Excellency feels something different from usual."

An uneasy feeling hit Murong Xuan's heart, but he still said calmly on his face, "What have you done to me?"

The young man in the blue brocade clothes responded, "It's nothing to put my useless Blood Transformation Pill in your stomach, you must know how much power is waiting for me behind you, I don't dare to kill you so rashly, in case the person behind you leaves you with any backhand, then I don't want to be cocooned and self-bound, but now, you are the grasshopper in my hand, and you are still very obedient to ........."