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Before, when he injected the flames in his palm into the blade of the sword, Ning Yue took advantage of the situation to cut the edge of his palm. In the awakened state, his blood alone is enough to awaken the power of Dark Xuan's seal.

In the confrontation just now, he never thought that he would be able to win head-on, and his only purpose was to be able to resist Murong Yan's unavoidable strong blow.

Yes, just stop it.

Then, now, the real killer trick is on display.

It is so fast that it can almost transcend the constraints of time. In the moment of sluggishness and solidification, only he and his sword could dance together.

Leaning away from the tip of the spear, Ning Yue smiled lightly, stepped forward, and the blade of the sword swept above the barrel of Murong Yan's big spear, and the deadly edge on the side pointed at the opponent's throat.

The cold glow of Sen Ran bloomed.

Ping!

In an instant, Ning Yue's eyes changed suddenly, and the swinging blade actually stopped at a dark green streamer that obliquely blocked Murong Yan's body, with a translucent and slender texture, like another spear. The other end of the gun actually came out of the barrel of the big gun in the opponent's hand.

In an instant, the effect of instantaneous extinction was over, and the distance between the two became closer. The sudden approach also surprised Murong Yan, and without thinking much about it, the big gun changed from stabbing to sweeping, and the huge force of the swing slammed into Ning Yue, who was close at hand.

Clang!

As soon as the oblique sword blocked, Ning Yue's strength was exhausted, but fortunately, Murong Yan's change of move was not very powerful, although it shocked him back, but there was no other trauma.

While sighing in his heart, he suddenly became a rin again, and the voice of the sword spirit warning sounded in his mind.

"Master, stand back!"

Laugh at! Laugh at!

In an instant, two swiping dark green slender streamers swept through the narrow passage, and where they were cut, stone chips splashed. Among them, a small piece of broken rock roared past Ning Yue's face, stinging slightly, leaving a slender scar, and blood oozed and slipped down.

He didn't have time to wipe away the blood, his eyes were fixed on the front, his heart trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh for his negligence.

In front, on the big spear in Murong Yan's hand, there were two illusionized slender spears rotating on the barrel, long and short, and the angle and position could also change together.

Spiritual weapons.

At the beginning of the training ground, Ning Yue had seen Murong Yan directly conjure a big gun from his palm, and at that time he already knew that this gun was a spiritual weapon. In the battle just now, I was so anxious to distinguish the winner and loser, and I forgot for a moment that there was such a variable.

For martial cultivators, any spiritual weapon can make their combat power go to the next level, and even subvert the original win or loss. Ning Yue himself knew this very well, relying on the Dark Xuan Ancient Sword in his hand, he no longer knew how many opponents he could not defeat.

"Good ...... Risk"

Sighing, Murong Yan frowned, the block just now was not manipulated by him, but the spirit weapon felt that the master was in danger and protected the master by himself. Otherwise, under that sword, he would either be killed or wounded.

"Count yourself lucky and pick up a life. But next time, I know the power of your spiritual weapon, and I won't miss it again. ”

Ning Yue drank fiercely, holding the sword together with both hands, without any more nonsense, and did not intend to give Murong Yan a chance to breathe, he jumped and the offensive came again.

The awakening of the demon bloodline exists for a limited time, and after killing Murong Yan later, if he can't activate the mechanism, he still needs to shatter the floor below. There is not much time left.

"Hmph, you don't need to talk about me, isn't your sword also a spiritual weapon? Twice, all of a sudden, surprise assault assault. I know pretty much what you're capable of. After all, you are only at the triple level of the Spirit Awakening Realm, how long can you maintain your current posture? Can you continue to swing the sword like that just now? ”

Murong Yan also snorted, holding a spear to face the battle, on top of the fierce big gun, two transfiguration spears slashed together, and the tricks were unpredictable. In such a small space, there are almost no dead spots for attack.

Ding! Ding Ding Ding –

Ping Pong –

The sword light shattered, and the afterglow slashed at the slender sword marks on the stone walls on both sides.

Ning Yue retreated sharply, and in front of Murong Yan, who was using his spiritual weapon ability, he couldn't find the slightest flaw to be able to start.

Boom!

The next moment, an illusioned spear stabbed obliquely and nailed to his feet. The other one actually broke away from the big gun and flew out, and the strength of the drill should not be underestimated.

"Damn."

With a stroke of the blade, Ning Yue Ge fired the spear that was flying away, but he didn't have time to guard against the other one that was stabbed in front of him, and he actually broke the floor and slashed it again, and his left leg was slashed in a hurry, and the cracked trouser leg was suddenly bright red.

"Ugh!"

He suddenly snorted in pain, and the shot almost hurt the leg bone, even if the pain of blood awakening was relieved, it was also very uncomfortable, so he stepped back into the air, almost slipping, and had to free his left hand to press on the side wall.

At the same time, Murong Yan's real big gun attacked, volleyed down, and descended a thunderous momentum.

There was no other choice, Ning Yue roared, and the dark Xuan ancient sword twisted back to defense, and with the strength of one hand, it was horizontal in front of him.

Clang!

Thundered!

In the blink of an eye, the smoke and dust were rising, and the slashing spear finally stopped, and under the tip of the spear, Ning Yue fell to the ground on one knee, and his feet sank into the cracked floor for more than half an inch. The right hand holding the sword also sank downward, and the left palm was withdrawn against the back end of the sword tip, and it was extremely reluctant to block this majestic blow.

Tick. Tick.

Bright red blood was dripping, and Ning Yue's right wrist had been completely stained with several strands of scarlet. On the sleeve of his right hand, a crack quietly emerged, and the chill remained.

As soon as the tip of the gun was handed over, Murong Yan was directly in the middle of Ning Yue's chest, his eyes were raised, but he looked behind him, snorted disdainfully, and said angrily: "Who told you to intervene!" ”

I saw that behind Ning Yue, I don't know when there was an extra figure, the figure of a woman, dressed in snow-white clothes, almost snow-white little hands were slowly putting a straight knife into the sheath of his waist.

"You've wasted too much time, and the master is impatient enough to call me."

Ding——

Secretly Xuan fell to the ground, Ning Yue's face was twisted, and his right arm was trembling violently. In the torn sleeve, a slender knife mark was shocking. An inexplicable chill melted into the meridians, surging up against the flow of blood, and even most of his chest froze.

There was still a little time left to awaken, if it weren't for the sneak attack that came quietly, even if he was already at a disadvantage by blocking Murong Yan's shot, he didn't lose all opportunities. But the knife just now not only slashed his arm, but also cut off the last hope.

The woman behind her was even more terrifying than Murong Yan's strength.

"So this kid, is he going to die or live?"

Murong Yan glanced at Ning Yue, who had lost the ability to resist, and in his eyes, there was still a trace of unwillingness. Not being able to really defeat the opponent is second, and taking down a person with a worse cultivation level with the strength of the two of them is simply the biggest humiliation of his self-esteem for him.

"Alive, of course. Otherwise, I just buried his life directly, why wait for you to ask this? ”

With that, the woman turned and stepped out, walking towards the depths of the passage.

He hadn't gone far, just in front of the trap that Murong Yan had originally planned to deal with Ning Yue and the three of them, the floor suddenly sank, and a staircase leading to the next floor appeared in the cracked gap.

"On the way here, if the person dies, it will be difficult to explain it after the pass."

"You don't need to talk too much about this."

Murong Yan snorted coldly and withdrew the big gun that was holding Ning Yue's chest, and he could also see that the other party was powerless to fight back at this moment. Immediately after, he leaned over and picked up the Dark Xuan Ancient Sword.

I don't know if it was because the essence blood power absorbed before was exhausted, or if it left Ning Yue's hand, the red light on the blade of the dark Xuan sword faded, and the mottled rust reappeared.

"What a strange sword. However, since it can give you the strength to barely fight me, that is to say, as a spiritual weapon, this sword is definitely not low-grade. ”

Hearing this, Ning Yue replied coldly: "Reluctantly fighting with you? If it hadn't been for that woman who attacked me just now, I wouldn't know if I would have won or lost now. Besides, didn't you also use the spirit weapon? ”

"It's a pity that I couldn't really fight you against you. However, I will meet more and stronger opponents in the future. It won't be long before you, who made a slight impression on me tonight, will fade from my memory. ”

With that, Murong Yan raised his sword and stabbed it, inserting the Dark Xuan Ancient Sword back into the scabbard that Ning Yue was carrying. Then, with a lift of his hand, he grabbed the half-kneeling opponent and made him stand again.

The impact just now was still there, and Ning Yue was suddenly lifted to his feet, his legs trembled, and he almost fell down again for a while.

Holding one hand against his body, Murong Yan snorted again and said, "It's all like this, and it's still so hard-mouthed." However, you can only pay lip service to it. Let's go, I'd like to see what awaits you. ”

On the next floor, in the depths of the secret passage, the woman in white who was moving forward suddenly stopped, and instinctively reached out and grabbed the handle of the knife. Before she could unsheath it, she shook her head lightly and sighed, letting go of her five fingers.

In the side passage, a petite figure stepped out of the darkness.

"Sister Frostdust, will you let him go?"

The one who came turned out to be Zhili!

The woman shook her head and replied, "Zhili, you know the rules set by the master, and we are not qualified to resist his orders. Your nonsense before, and what you said just now, for the sake of the previous friendship, I can act as if nothing happened. Including, you released the Hunter privately. Come back with me, you should understand that you can't win me. ”

There was a faint chill in her eyes, but what Zhili looked at was not the woman in white, but the figure behind her, who came down the steps in the distance.

"But it's easier for me to win against him. Sister Frost Dust, you go back to your life first, just don't see what you do. I haven't asked you anything over the years. Only this one is expected to be fulfilled. ”

The voice was implemented, Zhili's little hand was grasped with ten fingers, and she leaned upward.

Zheng –

The knife came out of the sheath, but the woman raised her fingers, revealing a sharp edge.

Laugh at!

A line of invisible chill lay across the void and stopped in front of Zhili.

On the side wall, a small hole was formed. Zhili's eyes widened as she watched a strand of hair slowly fall from the corner of her forehead.

The woman removed her fingers, returned the knife to the sheath, and with a crisp sound, she spoke again, and said, "Go back, don't tell me to be serious." ”

With a tremor in her shoulders, Zhili's clenched little hand was very reluctant to let go, and she nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll go with you to the master and beg him face to face!"