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Zhuo Zangfeng immediately drew a gourd in the same way, the short sword changed strangely in the air, and a powerful sword qi suddenly gushed out from the blade, and he shouted. A dazzling golden light flickered, and the short sword passed through the sword net.

In order to prevent the other sword qi of the sword net from hurting him, the short sword hurriedly withdrew through the sword net, and even the short sword was discarded.

As soon as he withdrew his arm, before he could retreat, the short sword forged of steel turned into powder under hundreds of sword lights.

Zhuo Zangfeng's chest was beating violently, and his vitality was exhausted.

This was the last breath he could condense, and if he didn't succeed, he wouldn't be able to leave this place tonight.

The cold wind blew, the wound on the tear of his shirt was faintly painful, and Zhuo Zangfeng's face was as pale as paper.

Xue Duanliu looked at it in shock for a long time, and suddenly said, "Get out!"

There was a stagnation in his chest, he bent over and spit out a mouthful of blood, Zhuo Zangfeng gasped and said, "I will never let you go!"

After saying these tough words, he suddenly felt that his legs were soft and there was no trace of strength.

He understood very well that this time he forcibly ran the Yuan Qi, causing the meridian Qi Sea to be hit hard again.

Xue Xuanliu didn't look at him, turned around and walked back into the house.

As a generation of great grandmasters, Jian Hou is naturally very trustworthy, and today can be regarded as picking up a life.

Zhuo Zangfeng struggled to the root of the wall, wanting to come out of the wall, but there was no strength in his body, the sea of dantian qi, and the meridians and acupoints were a burning pain, as if he was in a furnace, and all his internal organs were scorched.

It took a lot of strength, but he still didn't even reach the wall, and his body weakened a little bit before he used a single point of strength, and then he fell to the ground, panting with his back against the wall.

He felt his consciousness blur, spat out a mouthful of blood again, and suddenly realized how stupid he was.

There is a gate not far away, and there is no bolt, I am really stupid enough, isn't this the most convenient way to leave Xue's Mansion?

He struggled to his feet, pulled the door open, and the moment the heavy wooden door opened, he was thrown to the ground again. Gasping for a while, he climbed up on the edge of the door and limped into the night.

There was only one thought in his heart, to return to the medicine mountain.

This thought supported him, he kept falling, getting up again and again, I don't know how long it took, I heard the water of the river rattling, licked his chapped lips, and jumped into the river without hesitation.

The sea of dantian qi continued to gush out of the scorching breath, as if walking in the fiery molten slurry, he desperately longed for cool water.

I'd rather freeze to death in the water than be burned to ashes.

Zhuo Zangfeng held his breath, the water of the imperial river supported his body, floating and sinking, only when his head was exposed to the water, he was just busy inhaling.

This is the water nature exercised in the deep pool of Qifeng Mountain, at this time the whole body is scorching, and there is no strength to walk, the Yuhe River is to the southeast of Chang'an, where the water flow is shallow, and it should be able to climb up.

In this way, you can save your physical strength, and you can also take advantage of the clear flow of water veins to repair the damage and replenish the depleted vitality.

This is a skill learned in the "Heavenly Dao Divine Pool", the coolness of the water veins relieves the burning pain, and Zhuo Zangfeng is able to relieve his qi and repair his vitality.

He had walked along this royal river many times, and he knew very well how many doorways the water would pass through, but unfortunately he forgot that the last few water holes had fences.

This is to prevent an enemy from attacking Chang'an City from the waterway, but at this moment, Zhuo Zangfeng is blocked.

He leaned his back against the fence, felt the water around him flow continuously, and thought that the city gate had long been closed, so he simply maintained this posture, secretly mobilizing the vitality of his body.

After about two hours, the feeling of pain in his body was finally suppressed, and the dantian qi sea also recovered some vitality, and he jumped onto the river. Looking up, this turned out to be the Fengqing Bridge.

Sitting wet on the bridge pier, he walked the palace again to conduct qi, and did not stop his exercise until he was sure that he could fly over the city wall.

At this time, a husband came to this side from a distance, and Zhuo Zangfeng sat up from the darkness and left quickly.

............

Since his vitality was not fully recovered, his return to the medicine mountain was much slower than when he came. Mo Ya was still waiting for him, and when she saw that he was covered in blood, the girl was startled and hurriedly called hot water to wipe his wounds.

Although Mo Ya asked a lot, for fear that she would worry about herself, Zhuo Zangfeng still didn't say what he did.

Mo Ya couldn't help it, after rubbing his wounds, serving him to sleep, he still sighed incessantly.

When he woke up the next day, although he was still very weak, Zhuo Zangfeng still insisted on going to Tai Academy, otherwise he would definitely arouse Xue Xuanliu's suspicions.

In fact, he also knew in his heart that Xue Chongzhen probably already knew that the person who assassinated him was himself, and since he didn't provoke it, it meant that he was not worthy of his attack, or that he had other purposes, so he pretended to be confused and had a round trip with him.

Although the injury this time is not as good as the wound after the "Ten Thousand Swords Washing the Sword", according to the current situation, it will take more than half a month to fully recover.

The Dragon Gate test is imminent, and he must not escape.

However, everything in Tai Academy was peaceful, which was unexpected.

Xue Duanliu taught as usual, his eyes were indifferent, his demeanor was majestic, and he didn't even look at Zhuo Zangfeng a few more times, which made his hanging heart relax.

But he remained vigilant and would not leave anything to chance.

However, when the lecture was finished in the afternoon and the students were about to leave Tianji Pavilion, Xue Duanliu suddenly stopped him.

"Zhuo Zangfeng stays, and the others can go. ”

Looking at the many students walking out of the Tianji Pavilion, he had no choice but to stand still while secretly on guard.

There was silence in the Tianji Pavilion, and the afterglow of the setting sun shot in through the window, and Xue Xuanliu was speechless for a long time.

The atmosphere was a little depressing, Xue Duanliu suddenly sat down, looked at him and asked, "What is the reason why your breath is sluggish today?"

Is this playing tricks on himself? Or is he knowingly asking? Zhuo Zangfeng is not sure.

However, he naturally smiled, "After practicing the sword yesterday, I didn't breathe well. ”

Xue Duanliu glanced at him deeply, and said quietly: "You are the most intelligent and most comprehending person among the young cultivators I have ever met, and I have high expectations for you. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng thanked him.

"Do you know the difference between the swordsmanship of the Demon Realm and the swordsmanship of a secular cultivator?"

Xue Xuanliu's question was like a thunderbolt, and Zhuo Zangfeng couldn't help but shake in his heart.

"The student once killed a Demon Domain powerhouse with his own hands. He didn't answer the previous question.

Xue Xuanliu had known about this for a long time, so he was not shocked, he admired this young man for not being surprised, and he was also very clever to change the topic and not confront him head-on.

If he hadn't made a promise in front of His Majesty the Emperor, and if he hadn't been tired of licking blood with knives, he would never have allowed his assassin to live.

And there is another important reason, since that incident, he vowed not to kill the younger generation.

In the past, I went my own way, and I didn't allow anyone to surpass me, except for being defeated under Duan Qianhua's sword, I hadn't been defeated.

However, the Great Sword Saint Meng Taixu of the Heavenly Sword Sect ignored his challenge, and once cut off the river with a sword on the boat, blocking this Dao Sect Ancestor, but the sloppy-looking old Daoist opened his mouth slightly in the bow of the boat, and the boundless sword intent he emitted was swallowed in.

Meng Taixu said at the time: "The younger generation is the hope of the sword, and it is cherished by itself!", Xue Duanliu will never forget, and vowed not to kill young people, and also admires Meng Taixu as a person.

However, he hated Duan Qianhua very much, because of his arrogance, the Great Sword God Sword that was a hundred times more arrogant than him left three hundred and seventy-two sword qi on him.

Xue Duanliu looked at the young man in front of him, this arrogant guy was not worse than himself at all, but his realm was still low, otherwise he would really look like himself and Duan Qianhua.

Xue Duanliu pondered for a long time, and Huo Ran asked, "Where did you go last night?" (To be continued.) )