The Qingfeng sword in Qiandie's hand is like a silver moon shadow, the sword is sharp, and the delicate and light body is like a dancing butterfly, which makes people secretly praise.

Although his swordsmanship is exquisite and his talent is outstanding, he is inevitably powerless in the face of the three-person attack at this time. Just when she was gradually at a disadvantage, Wu Xianming actually attacked, thinking that Nangong Xiu was injured in defeat, and the rules of his subordinates were also messed up, and there was danger for a while.

In front of her, Wu Xianming's heavy stick shadow was about to be killed, Nangong Qiandie was also forced out of the martial arts, she retreated with a blow, fighting for a gap for herself, although it was a hastily formed martial art, but she had to resist Wu Xianming's attack first, she clenched her silver teeth, and raised her sword to pinch the trick.

Yellow Rank Intermediate Martial Technique - Wind Splitting Sword!

Although it is a martial art used in a hurry, this move of the Wind Splitting Sword contains an extremely powerful and domineering offensive, only one sword is released, and the Wind Splitting Stone is broken!

When two martial arts with equivalent spiritual power collided together, the fierce spiritual power collision reaction spread violently, and the backlash of spiritual power caused both sides to be repulsed and fly far away.

After Wu Xianming used all his strength, the aura in his body was almost exhausted, and he barely stood with a snake sandalwood stick in his hand.

Qiandie was not so lucky, and when she was repulsed, another disciple of the Wu family in the early stage of the Spirit Movement Realm, taking advantage of the danger, imprinted a palm on the back of her heart, causing her to fall to the ground. Qian Die coughed violently, blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, she struggled several times with the support of the Qingfeng Sword, but finally collapsed to the ground, wheezing loudly.

When Nangong Xiu saw this scene, his chest seemed to be hit by a hammer, and his eyes were about to split, and he involuntarily called out her name.

"A Thousand Butterflies !!!!!"

Anger, anger like never before, this violent mood made his heart contract suddenly, as if something was about to wake up.

The accelerated flow of blood made his whole body seem to be boiling, and this hot blood was also affecting his reason, making him more restless, if he looked closely at this time, he would definitely be able to find that Nangong Xiu's dark red pupils seemed to have narrowed a little.

At this time, Nangong Xiu only moved with his physical ability, and his speed was amazing, he went straight to the direction of Qiandie, but was blocked by Wu Xianming.

Although Wu Xianming's spiritual power was almost exhausted at this time, it was still feasible to wave a few sticks and obstruct Nangong Xiu, and he would naturally not let this kid go, he stood in the way while smiling: "Hahahaha... How do you feel, stinky boy, today is just a small lesson, ...... in a month."

Before he finished speaking, Nangong was faster than he imagined, and by the time he reacted, a palm had already been imprinted on his chest.

The restless blood rushed to reason, so that Nangong Xiu didn't care about what he said at all, and only had the instinct to destroy the obstacles in front of him.

The palm he printed was not trivial, and it was not only his body that followed the blood restlessness, but also his spiritual power.

The fire attribute spiritual power, the fiery and domineering power, directly shattered several ribs of Wu Xianming, and injured his lungs, but this was only a physical injury, and what was even worse was that he also used the Nine Ghost Ink Spiritual Fire.

Although it was only a small black flame, it was the deepest holy relic of the Nine Netherworlds, and it was not something that a small Spirit Realm could resist.

When the spiritual fire entered the body, its characteristics of harming the soul and eroding the spiritual power began to show.

Wu Xianming suddenly fell into an ice cave, and the feeling of his soul being burned was like a cold phagogue, so that he couldn't exert half of his strength, he fell to the ground, struggling on all fours, and he looked like a cockroach that had been sprayed on the ground. The spiritual power is draining violently, like a lit candle wick, which is visibly declining to the naked eye.

The way he howled and wailed made the listener's heart tremble, and the person who saw it couldn't bear it, and it was this tragic shout that made Nangong Xiu recover a little more clearly, but he couldn't care so much at this time, his Qiandie sister was still injured on the ground at the moment, nothing was more important than this!

The other three children of the Wu family, seeing that their second young master was so miserable, how could they care about anything else, so they hurried over to help.

Nangong Xiu hurriedly checked Qiandie's injury, and carefully picked her up, with a worried look: "Qiandie, are you okay? Don't scare your brother!"

The elder brother, who was not strong before, saw that he fell to the ground and was injured, worried about his safety, but he was able to be desperate and become so brave and mighty, Qiandie couldn't help but smile sweetly and comforted: "Brother, don't worry, I'm just a disorder of spiritual power in my body, it's just difficult to control it for a while, just rest!"

It's strange to say that a woman's mind is already in a state of being injured, but when she sees her good brother and a worried look at herself, her heart is very happy.

In Nangong Xiu's opinion, Qiandie responded to him with a reluctant smile and didn't let herself worry. To say that this is all to help himself, so that his sister was injured.

He directly hugged Qiandie and said without hesitation: "Brother, I'll take you home to heal!"

Qiandie, who was suddenly picked up, was also startled, but she didn't say anything, leaned on Nangong Xiu's chest with a relaxed expression, and handed it to him completely. I can't help but feel "It's good to be hurt!"

Nangong Xiu was holding Qiandie, and when she was about to leave, she was suddenly stopped.

"Nangong Xiu! What kind of method did my son-in-law be cast by you?! If he makes any mistakes, you can wait for our two families to die!"

At this time, Wu Xianming was still squirming on the ground, but he was no longer like just now, and he didn't even seem to have the strength to scream.

Nangong Xiu frowned, and said in his heart, "This Wu Xianming's situation is really not good, if it is really hung up like this, then he will cause a big disaster, and the two families will definitely go to war, but at present, it is indeed overdone, and if he goes back like this, he will still be found to be faulty." ”

He thought about it, and finally remembered that just now, it seemed that he used the Nine Ghost Ink Spiritual Fire to hit Wu Xianming's body. Seeing this guy's appearance like a dead dog, I couldn't help but be overjoyed, this little flame is so powerful?!

As soon as his mind moved, the Nine Ghost Ink Spiritual Fire in Wu Xianming's body was finally extinguished, and at this time, he was miserable enough, his mouth was red and white, and he couldn't stop popping out, his eyes were also white, and his hands and feet were still twitching.

Nangong Xiu couldn't help but remind: "If you don't carry him back for treatment, I'm afraid he will really hang up." ”

When the three Wu family disciples heard the sound, they hurriedly carried the unconscious Wu Xianming down the mountain.

Not from time to time.

At this moment, Qiandie has recovered to be able to walk down, but she still pretends to be unwell, lying in her brother's arms, Nangong Xiu had no choice but to hold her, sneak in quietly through the back door of Nangong's house, and take her to her room.

The boy carefully carried the girl in his arms to the bed.