After maneuvering around the ocean illusion with Feng Wuxi, Xingluo waved his hand and turned the whole world upside down, and the sea water instantly appeared above the two of them, and there was no boundary space under their feet, and the turbulent sea water poured from above and down in an instant.

It didn't take long for Xingluo and Feng Wuxian to be swept into the vast ocean together, and the battle in the deep sea was far more difficult than in the air and on land.

After hundreds of rounds, Xingluo was on the defensive the whole time, only occasionally using the Blood Shadow Sword to break through the opponent's protective barrier.

Feng Wuxian was a little breathless, he just wanted to get out of this endless fantasy world as soon as possible, and what made him even more annoyed was that the skin that had been cut by the snow cherry blossoms just now was slowly turning black.

"What the hell have you done to me!" Wind Trail yelled.

"Don't you notice any difference in the waters around you?" Xingluo sneered.

Only then did Feng Wuxian notice that the surrounding sea water was purple, mixed with a faint fragrance.

"Purple Spirit Nether, an extremely poisonous spirit grass, you have ingested a lot of it before you know it." Xingluo continued.

Feng Wuxian finally understood why Xingluo was only attacking his own protective barrier, it turned out that he had already calculated that he had already calculated that he would quietly poison his opponent when he had no chance of winning in a frontal attack, so that he could have more chances to live.

"You're so insidious and cunning!" Wind Without a Trace said angrily.

"Insidious?" Xingluo snorted coldly: "You and I are fighting for my life now, not fighting, as long as I can kill you, no matter how vicious the move is, it will not be too much!" ”

"You're really annoying me." Feng Wuxian shouted coldly.

Boom –

Wind Traceless gathered all the spiritual power and forcibly shattered Xingluo's vast ocean illusion, and at the same time, his protective barrier was shattered, and the huge spiritual power impact knocked the young man directly from mid-air to the opposite mountain range.

Xingluo vomited another mouthful of blood and took several breaths before he tried to stand up, but the sharp pain in his chest made him moan twice, and he suddenly realized that he had suffered a serious internal injury.

"Suffer death!" Feng Wuxi, who had already entered a state of rage, rushed straight down from the sky with his sword, and because of the speed that was too fast, he actually brought a golden light and shadow around him.

Xingluo gritted his teeth, transformed into a blood-red blood shadow sword, and met it head-on.

Straight to the head? Is this kid going to die? Wind Without a Trace snorted coldly.

At the moment when the golden light and shadow and the blood-red light and shadow suddenly collided in the air, Feng Wuxian smiled proudly, he felt that his sword had pierced the opponent's chest, but this pride did not last more than three seconds, behind him, were Xingluo's terrifying and murderous eyes.

With a scream, Xingluo's Blood Shadow Sword stabbed into Feng Wuxi's left chest, and at the moment when Feng Wuxian fell to the ground, he also used the blue light sword in his hand to cut Xingluo's abdomen.

After landing on the ground, Feng Wuxian gasped heavily, and Xingluo, who was not far from him, was also uncomfortable.

"Doppelganger?" Wind Traceless stared at his opponent.

Xingluo held his body strongly, still showing a faint smile on his face, Xingluo who was facing Feng Wuxian head-on just now was just a stand-in he conjured up with snow cherry blossom petals, and the real one had already used the stealth technique to retreat to the side before Feng Wuxian rushed down.

In the Water Night King City, Mo Huaiyu learned that Xingluo had left more than an hour ago, and just as he was about to go back to Merlin to take a look, Beirong suddenly received an urgent message from the city lord of Cold Cloud City, saying that someone was fighting over the Cold Cloud Mountain Range, and the huge pressure generated by the other party's fight had affected Cold Cloud City, which was fifteen miles away from the mountain range.

Mo Huaiyu's expression instantly became nervous, no wonder his heart has been uneasy during the time from Merlin to the Water Night King City, as the so-called father and son are connected, his first reaction is that something must have happened to Xingluo, from the Water Night King City to the Hanyun Mountain Range, it only takes half an hour for the sword to fly, and nearly an hour and a half have passed since Xingluo left, that is to say, Xingluo has been fighting with the opponent for an hour.

"Xiao Luo, you must not be fine." Mo Huaiyu said nervously.

Nie Hanxiang had a good impression of Xingluo, and after knowing the whole thing, she was the first to stand up and say to Mo Huaiyu: "Prince Huaiyu, our couple and I will rush to Hanyun Mountain, for the sake of insurance, please contact Wang or other high-level cultivators as soon as possible to come and help." ”

"There are two of them." Mo Huaiyu said, he didn't have time to say more, and immediately opened the portal back to the Ice Xuan Heavenly Capital.

Cold Cloud Mountains.

Wind Traceless realizes that he has to fight quickly, and the longer he spends here, the easier it will be for his identity to be revealed.

He was originally very confident in his cultivation, but when he met Xingluo, he knew that this young man's combat strength far exceeded that of all monks of the same level, and it was no exaggeration to say that his strength was almost close to his own, if it weren't for the fact that he was a member of the Thousand Spirit Clan, he would even be a little reluctant to kill him, after all, such a proud son of heaven is almost a rare occurrence in a thousand years.

For Xingluo, this is the first time he has encountered a real opponent, different from daily battles, opponents' moves are aimed at his life, the slightest carelessness, he will die at any time, he doesn't want to become a cold corpse, and then let the enemy take away his cultivation, so, no matter what, he has to fight to the death.

Twenty breaths of relief on both sides, and just as Wind Without a Trace picked up his sword again, he noticed that the world around him had changed again.

"Another damn illusion!" Feng Wuxian shouted, he knew that the spiritual power needed to dismantle an illusion was far more than the spiritual power required by the opponent to conjure an illusion, and as many illusions he could destroy, the opponent could recreate as many illusions.

Xingluo still shows the illusion of ice and fire, and unlike before, this time it is not snowflakes that fall from the sky, but snow cherry blossom petals flying all over the sky.

Wind Traceless suspended the Blue Light Sword into the air, and the sword spun up like lightning, and the surrounding snow cherry blossom petals were all blocked.

Just as he was about to fight back, Xingluo disappeared from his eyes with a "whoosh", and then, the falling snow cherry blossom petals suddenly turned into flaming fires.

In the next second, the air of the illusion was condensed, and Feng Wuji felt that a pair of hands were stuck in his throat, making him almost unable to breathe.

He slashed around with his sword, but nothing was slashed.

There were more and more snow cherry blossom petals falling from the sky, and the skin that had darkened without a trace of the wind had begun to die, and for the first time after fighting Xingluo, he felt that he was very close to death for the first time.

His physical strength and spiritual power were almost exhausted, and the only thing he could do was to disintegrate this illusion again.

Recondensed his spiritual power, and was about to make a move, Xingluo's figure suddenly flashed in front of him, and the distance between the two was only a short arm's length.

Before Feng Wuxian could react, Xingluo's Blood Shadow Sword had already shattered his barrier, and the cold ice invaded from all directions.

Feng Wuxian couldn't care about it so much, he poured all the remaining spiritual power and strength into the blue light sword in his right hand, and then stabbed towards Xingluo on the opposite side with all his might.

Facing an opponent who was two cultivation levels higher than him, Xingluo couldn't dodge, and the blue light sword pierced through his left chest and then out of his back.

Bright red blood spurted out of his mouth, and Xingluo felt as if his brain was blank for a moment.

This scene happened to be seen by Mo Wanchen and Mo Huaiyu, who came in time.

"Xiao Luo!!" Mo Wanchen shouted in a lost voice.

The two of them couldn't see the scene in the illusion, the only thing they could see was that Feng Wuxi's sword had penetrated Xingluo's entire body.

Xingluo in the Phantom Realm didn't hear the shouts from the outside world, and his attention was all focused on Feng Wuxi.

Wind Traceless showed a smile of victory, but that smile quickly froze, and by the time he found himself frozen in ice, it was too late.

He turned into a perfect ice sculpture, frozen along with the blood flowing in his body, and in the next second, he saw Xingluo's terrifying eyes, he stepped forward and grabbed Feng Wuxi's arms, and then twisted it hard.

With a screaming scream, Wind Traceless's expression changed from anger to despair, he had lost all ability to fight back, and the flaming snow cherry blossom petals came to surround him layer by layer.

The fire grew stronger and stronger.

After half a tea time, only an orange spiritual power stone was left on the ground.

It wasn't until that moment that Xingluo's nervous expression finally relaxed, and he leaned down and picked up the spiritual power stone with a fourth-level super holy spirit cultivation.

As the illusion world slowly dispersed, Xingluo couldn't hold on any longer, and the moment he fell from the sky, he saw Mo Wanchen rushing towards him.

"Xiao Luo......" Mo Wanchen's voice was full of worry.

Xingluo looked at Mo Wanchen, what worried him at the moment was not his body, but that he ran out without Mo Wanchen's permission, "Father, I'm sorry, I didn't listen to you......"

The right rib was broken, the left chest was pierced, the abdomen was full of blood, and the extremely serious internal injuries that could not be seen by the naked eye, the appearance of Xingluo in front of him made Mo Wanchen's heart hurt so much that he couldn't speak: "Silly boy, my father doesn't blame you...... Father doesn't blame you......"

Hearing that Mo Wanchen would not blame himself, Xingluo pressed his head tightly to his arms: "Father, I was scared to death just now, I thought I would never see you again......"

"You scared me to death, don't say anything, my father will take you home." Mo Wanchen said with tears in her eyes.

"Xiao Luo...... Xiao Luo ...... How are you? Mo Huaiyu, who came later, was also heartbroken when he saw his son's appearance.

Xingluo smiled lightly at Mo Huaiyu, and then handed him the spiritual power stone in his hand: "Dad, there is a fourth-level super holy spiritual cultivation in the spiritual power stone, your cultivation has not been improved for a long time, and this spiritual power stone will be handed over to you......"

Mo Huaiyu shook his head, it was the spiritual power stone that his son exchanged for his life, and he couldn't ask for anything.

Xingluo tried to persuade his father, but the pain in his body made him soon unconscious.

……

Back in the Prince's Palace, Mo Wanchen turned out almost all the fairy grass.

In just one night, the entire Jialan Academy knew that their second-generation disciple Xingluo, who was only 13 years old, had crossed over and killed a fourth-level super holy spirit cultivator of the Thousand Shadow Clan, and those new disciples who had just entered the school a month ago were also looking forward to becoming Xingluo's disciples.

But Xingluo didn't know this, the injuries left by that battle made him unconscious for more than half a month.

Late flowering month.

One sunny afternoon, Xingluo, who had been asleep for nineteen days, finally woke up, his external injuries had almost recovered, only internal injuries and rib injuries, and he still needed more time to recuperate.

Mo Wanchen finally stopped preventing him from meeting with Qianxun'er, and in order to allow Xingluo to better protect himself, Mo Wanchen handed over the orange spiritual power stone that had been stored for a long time to him.