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At this moment, the big trees that were close to Su Wushi had already been bent by this strong wind.

Not only that, but these trees, which were originally luxuriant, are now completely devoid of branches and leaves, as if they have been swept away by a natural disaster.

At this moment, under Su Wushi's feet, the gravel blocks all over the ground had also been collided by this internal force, and they were shocked and collided with each other.

It is conceivable that Su Wushi, who was in the middle of this movement, was under such pressure.

Due to the excessive force, the gums at the corners of his mouth were all bitten out of blood by him.

Due to the pressure, he was already soaked with sweat all over his body.

His wound, which had already cracked open, was soaked in sweat and produced an unbearable pain in his heart.

However, he was more worried about the giant sword in front of him than the physical pain.

The three-foot yin and yang in the Taiyi Sutra, he has not fully learned, and can only condense the prototype.

And if he wants to maintain such a rudiment, he has to consume a lot of internal strength.

Therefore, at this point in the competition, there is not much true qi left in his body.

He knew very well that perhaps the day of his death would be when his internal strength was exhausted.

However, the yin and yang pisces in front of Su Wushi were already blurry and almost about to dissipate. Just when the giant sword in front of him was still exuding violent movements, he saw a golden bell with lightning speed, slamming into his left arm and knocking him into the stone wall on the side.

With the long sound of the morning bell "bang", the little monk arrived.

Due to the urgency of the situation, he did not have the time to consider the severity of his attack.

Because he knew that if he didn't make a move, then his Su Shifu would probably be pierced through his chest and back by this giant sword in the next second.

However, although the little monk changed positions with Su Wushi, this was not much different from Wang Shuanglin in the distance.

I saw that he was still relying on the thick black snake belt in his hand to control the giant sword in the distance.

And the tip of the giant sword was also dead against the golden bell outside the little monk's body.

……

A mouthful of blood spit out to the fingers on his chest.

At this moment, the little monk, just like Su Wushi before, was shocked by the powerful strength that came from this giant sword.

In fact, the internal strength that Fang had consumed when he fought with the one-eyed dragon had only recovered one percent.

However, this internal force obviously does not help in any way for the current situation.

Therefore.

At the same time as he vomited blood, the golden bell outside him was like a broken egg, crawling with cobweb-like cracks.

In the distance, Su Wushi, who was knocked into the corner of the stone wall on the side, just got up, and saw the little monk spitting blood from his mouth, and he opened his mouth and roared angrily.

"Little monk!!".

As soon as the roar fell, he just wanted to get up and protect the other party.

But who knows, the sharp pain in the heart and pulse of his chest directly made him stumble.

And now, looking at the innocent and firm eyes of the little monk, he finally regretted it.

He regretted that he shouldn't have humiliated the other party.

He regretted that he shouldn't have kept his mouth shut.

This was the first time in his life that he realized what kind of disaster his words would bring to the people around him.

He regretted it.

Because.

He really ran out of energy.

…………….

However, just when the cracks on the golden bell were already covering the entire body of the bell, just when everyone thought that the little monk was about to die, they saw a figure suddenly descend from the sky under the scorching sun.

This person was dressed in a brown robe, with handsome eyebrows and black hair coiled on the top of his head, as if he was a great master.

And the most puzzling thing is that this person did not land, but fell directly from the air, gently fluttering on the body of the giant sword.

Robes, stirring in the wind.

Toes, touch the blade of the sword.

This man just like this, standing lightly on the sword of this giant sword.

Distance.

When Wang Shuanglin saw that this old friend had stepped on his sword, his eyes froze and he shouted loudly.

"Tang Xi lantern! You dare to stop me! ”。

As he spoke, he saw that the true qi in his whole body was like a big wave rushing to the giant sword in the distance.

Tang Xideng saw that the other party suddenly exerted force, and knew that the other party wanted to kill the little monk behind him in front of him.

But since he came, how could he let the other party get his wish.

As a result, I saw an incomparably huge momentum gushing out from its body.

At this moment, a gust of wind that was several times more violent than it was just now was generated from this river.

"Don't dare". Tang Xideng, said calmly,

However, although he said the word "dare not", his momentum did not weaken in the slightest, but he was competing with the other party with all his might.

He actually knew very well that the giant sword in his old friend's hand was too heavy, so heavy that he couldn't use a flying sword like an ordinary third-rank swordsman.

That's why the other party will use the snake belt as a tool to conduct his internal force.

Wang Shuanglin saw that the other party obviously wanted to stop him, so he simply stopped saying anything, and directly focused on his luck, competing with this former friend in the air.

……..

A moment later.

Wang Shuanglin's giant sword did not advance for half a point.

And Tang Xideng did not let the other party's sword retreat an inch.

Both sides know very well that the competition between them is not something that can be decided in a moment and a half.

Therefore, after competing for a while, the elegant man standing on the giant sword finally took the lead and opened his mouth.

"Brother Wang~ I only took one person. As for these others, it has nothing to do with me."

In fact, Wang Shuanglin had long known the purpose of the other party's visit.

Tang Xideng just wanted to save the little monk from him, and he just wanted to add one more talent to the account of the three princes.

However, since the other party is here, he always has to let the other party leave something.

"You owe me a favor for this!". Wang Shuanglin shouted in a deep voice.

Seeing this, Tang Xideng's brows first frowned slightly.

But then, when he saw the little monk behind him who was already blinded and shaking his head, he had to smile helplessly in his heart and said loudly.

"Yes".

As soon as these words came out, Wang Shuanglin no longer exerted his strength, but directly pulled the snake belt in his hand and pulled it back.

Then, only a long buzzing sound was heard.

The giant sword in the distance, because of this, roared back into his hand.

Tang Xideng saw that the sword under his feet had been withdrawn, so he turned over lightly in the air and landed behind the little monk.

Immediately afterwards, I saw him grab the clothes on the waist of the little monk with one hand, and nod to his old friend in the distance.

"Farewell~".

After speaking, I saw him take the little monk, lean in, and leave.