Xie Zhengliu is not easy to mess with, Zhao Qingwu has been improving over the years, and Xie Zhengliu, who has been tempered in danger, has naturally improved faster than her.

This blow almost knocked Zhao Qingwu unconscious, and after she got up from the ground, she couldn't believe that she had just confronted Xie Zhengliu and lost like this.

However, Xie Zhengliu didn't give her a chance to think about the reason, and before Zhao Qingwu could stand firm, Xie Zhengliu's knife had already been swung out again.

The cold light flickered, and the sharp blade was about to fall on her head.

Zhao Qingwu didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and hurriedly raised his sword to block.

She knew how powerful her sword was, it was forged for her by her master himself, and it was the only sword that was the sword of the Sword Venerable Natal Weapon.

However, such a powerful treasure weapon is completely vulnerable in front of the Infinite Sword.

The long sword was cut off at the waist, and Zhao Qingwu, whose natal weapon was destroyed, spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

She struggled to dodge the fatal blow, and when she looked up again, she only met Xie Zhengliu's cold gaze.

Is this really the Xie Zhengliu she knows?

Zhao Qingwu had doubts for the first time, because in her memory, the eldest lady of the Xie family was clearly weak and bullied, and she would only hide alone and cry quietly in the face of her difficulties.

But now such sharp eyes and such a strong knife technique, is it really something that the person in her memory can use?

Zhao Qingwu's heart was beating wildly, but he didn't have time to think about it more.

Because Xie Zhengliu's knife kept falling, every time he came to kill her.

Not only that, but those fire spirit-like monsters also took the opportunity to attack Zhao Qingwu from time to time. Of course, Xie Zhengliu also has monsters on his side, but she is too strong, and the strange fire that envelops her body will devour these monsters who are also fire types!

Under such circumstances, Zhao Qingwu's situation became more and more dangerous, if she hadn't carried all kinds of treasures given to her by her master, I am afraid that she would have already died under the blade of Xie Zhengliu.

But seeing that the magic weapon on his body was gradually decreasing, Xie Zhengliu's attack became more and more fierce.

Zhao Qingwu was finally timid, she was just about to tear a teleportation talisman seal, wanting to try to stay away from Xie Zhengliu and give herself a chance to survive.

But in a second, the blow that fell on Zhao Qingwu's head was stopped by a whip.

The whip tightly tied Xie Zhengliu's knife, and the force almost made her knife go.

However, Xie Zhengliu has a lot of experience in fighting, and he understands the importance of the magic weapon in his hand best, and he doesn't give that person the opportunity to take away the Wuji Knife at all.

Zhao Qingwu took the opportunity to escape from her attack range, although Xie Zhengliu felt pity, but he didn't have time to care about her, but with a flip of his wrist, he directly cut off the whip that suddenly appeared.

"You dare!"

When the person who made the move saw Xie Zhengliu's actions, he subconsciously felt bad, and he was about to say something to stop it, but it was too late.

Xie Zhengliu doesn't care what the identity of the person who came, since he dared to stop in front of her, don't blame her for cutting off the magic weapon!

Unceremoniously, she continued to slash the broken whip several times, leaving it no longer recoverable.

Her actions simply made the owner of the whip angry, and the other party rushed up with a full rage, and without saying a word, he moved his hand to Xie Zheng.

This person looked at him as a young monk, and the clothes on his body could not tell the sect, and the only thing he could see was his resentment towards Xie Zhengliu at the moment.

The person who came took out a whip again, this whip was obviously much worse than the previous one, and it was held in the hand of the male cultivator and danced vigorously.

He probably also knew the power of Xie Zhengliu's knife, so he didn't dare to wrap the whip around her knife anymore, but kept hitting her right hand, wanting Xie Zhengliu to lose her magic weapon by himself.

This knife can cut his whip, and it is not an ordinary magic weapon, if he can snatch this knife, whether he uses it himself or not, even if it is melted and refined into something else.

But the male cultivator's careful thinking obviously couldn't be reached, because Xie Zhengliu didn't give him a chance to continue attacking him at all.

With a casual flick, he cut the male cultivator's whip again.

After losing two of his beloved whips, the male cultivator finally realized how powerful Xie Zhengliu was, and he didn't dare to deal with her anymore.

He turned out a sword again, not daring to confront Xie Zhengliu head-on.

It was only after the two of them made another move, and another unfamiliar aura suddenly broke into the battle between the two.

"You're here, take down this nun quickly! The knife in her hand destroyed Lao Tzu's two whips, and when I catch her, I have to cut her into several pieces! As soon as he saw the strange figure that suddenly appeared, the male cultivator who made the whip immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The other party was completely shrouded in a black robe, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly.

Xie Zhengliu took a few steps back, deliberately distancing himself from the two.

She could feel that this person who had just appeared was very imposing, at least much higher than her own cultivation.

As soon as this person appeared, it directly changed the battle situation between the two, and the middle-aged monk had been destroyed several times, and he had already fallen into disadvantage.

However, at this moment, the offensive of the two sides seemed to be completely reversed, and the two immediately joined forces to fight against Xie Zheng.

plus Zhao Qingwu, who swallowed the pill and eased up a little, waited for an opportunity to move on the side, and Xie Zhengliu instantly fell into a crisis.

She is really a powerful female cultivator, and she has learned almost all of Meng Fuwei's skills over the years, even in the face of the dangerous situation at this moment, she can protect herself.

But the three of them have been in a stalemate together for too long, and Xie Zhengliu clearly knows that if he fights with them again, he is afraid that his advantage will slowly disappear.

Xie Zhengliu froze, she remembered the new move of the Shura Knife that she had only learned recently, and her eyes fell on the three people opposite.

It just so happens that after learning this trick, she hasn't used it on anyone yet, so let's use these three people to try its power today!

The shadow of the knife flashed on the three people on the opposite side one by one, and Xie Zhengliu, who was barely distancing himself from the three again, placed the knife horizontally in front of him, and the blood-red knife intent overflowed from the knife little by little.

This strange scene fell in the eyes of the three of them, and they were immediately afraid.

"She's going to do a trick, hurry up, stop her, don't let her do it!" Zhao Qingwu shouted for the first time.

But where is Xie Zhengliu's knife move that can be interrupted if he interrupts?

When this sword intent overflowed, the battle had already come to an end.

When the two of them moved, the sword intent had already condensed into a violent wind, roaring and rushing towards the three of them.

They couldn't resist and were directly scattered.

Immediately afterwards, the ears of the three people who had just stood firm were full of sharp soldiers.

They looked up in horror and saw that Xie Zhengliu had just swung a shot at them, but from that knife, it seemed that countless Shura with blades had flown out!

Shura had a fierce face and pounced on him covered in blood, as if occupying the entire space, not giving the three of them the slightest chance to escape.

Finally! After approaching them, the overwhelming Shura raised his blade at them.