The red-haired middle-aged man in front of him, whose strength far surpassed him by more than one realm, was completely restrained by himself. Wuqi didn't think that the other party could get out on his own without being suppressed by the nameless scroll. After all, he had seen the former principal of the Sword Academy Dori tortured by the nameless scroll.

Back then, when he wasn't a cultivator himself, he naturally didn't know how strong Principal Dori's strength was. But no matter what, Wu Qi felt that since the old man Dori could sit in the position of the principal of the Sword Academy, his strength would not be weak. Even if it can't compare to the red-haired middle-aged man in front of him, it shouldn't be too different.

Dori, the head of the Sword Academy, one of the highest cultivator schools in the Ottoman Empire, couldn't lift the nameless scroll for a single bit, and Wu Qi didn't think that the red-haired middle-aged man in front of him could get out smoothly, at least, judging from the other party's painful expression at this time, he was already sure that his battle was truly successful.

However, while breathing a sigh of relief in his heart, Wuqi did not relax and immediately use medical techniques to recover from his injuries, and he did not rush to climb out of the wall. Instead, his nerves suddenly tightened, and he gently spit out a blue transparent gas the size of a grain of rice from his mouth, suspended in the air two or three meters in front of him.

There was no other movement, just quietly watching the blue gas.

Although his expression was distorted and almost deformed by the wounds all over his body, he wanted to scream out in pain. But Wuqi held back, he gritted his silver teeth and didn't let out a muffled snort, at the same time, his gaze was condensed, staring at the faint gas in front of him that he wouldn't notice if he didn't look carefully, and he didn't leave for a moment.

How could the red-haired middle-aged man pay attention to Wuqi's strange reaction at this time, all his attention was now on his hands, and the fingers of his two hands seemed to be crushed by something and were about to be shattered, and the screams rang out in bursts.

Hei Mang, who had been stunned by the order of the Sword Saint, had just come to the girl's side to confirm the other party's situation, and Hei Mang suddenly turned around and rushed towards the interior of the palace under a violent flicker.

As soon as he rushed through the gate, he went straight to the red-haired middle-aged man who fell to the ground. At the same time, the person who turned into a black mang was suddenly shocked in his heart, and secretly said: Alonso, that guy. How could he still be injured? Judging from his breath, it was obvious that he was injured. Why didn't he get up from the ground? Wasn't that boy dying from his beating?

It didn't take long, and five seconds later, the black mang was like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, and suddenly flashed in front of the red-haired middle-aged man, and appeared in front of Wuqi and the red-haired middle-aged Alonso. A strong wind blew, and the black light disappeared at the same time, becoming invisible, revealing the appearance of the person inside.

It was a middle-aged man who was not much different in height from the red-haired middle-aged Alonso, but his hair was not red, but completely black, just like the eyes that were as black as ink, and they were also black and translucent, and at a glance, it was strange.

The black-haired middle-aged man was thin, not only his face, but also his arms and legs were several laps smaller than that of the red-haired middle-aged Alonso, but his gaze was as cold and disdainful as Alonso.

Of course, he also has this kind of gaze because of his own far superior strength.

It's just that as soon as the black-haired middle-aged man appeared, Wuqi immediately judged from the other party's aura that he was as strong as the red-haired middle-aged man, and the same invincible. However, the exercises practiced by the two people with one black and one red hair were obviously different, the red-haired middle-aged man was empty-handed, and the black-haired middle-aged man had a black long sword pinned to his waist.

At a glance, he knew that this strong man who had just arrived was a swordsman, but as for whether this swordsman was as powerful as the swordsmanship teacher Sakai back then, he didn't know. However, just feeling the breath of the other party couldn't help but make Wuqi gasp.

He muttered to himself in his heart: What kind of realm are the two of them? The breath alone is even more powerful than Lepp and the white wolf, I don't know how many times, it's terrifying.

Although there was no panic on his face, but facing two super powerhouses far beyond his strength at one time, Wuqi's heart still couldn't help but tremble, even if he had prepared before, he was still devastated. ,

"Alonso, why are you injured? Just deal with a mid-level cultivator's kid, and even let you get hurt. You've disappointed me so much. The black-haired middle-aged man glanced at the red-haired middle-aged Alonso in front of him who had been stained bright red with blood from under the nameless scroll, shook his head and sighed and said in disappointment: "And why did you press the wound with a book? Is it already broken? But if it is broken, why don't you just wrap it in gauze?"

"Olich, you don't talk nonsense! help me get the damn book away. I'm going to break my fingers...... Ah......h

After saying that, his facial muscles twitched sharply again, and his face, which was originally quite tough, instantly distorted and ugly. There was no time to laugh at Alonso, he was still quietly staring at the blue aura the size of a grain of rice in the air two or three meters in front of him, motionless.

The corners of his mouth twitched because of the sharp pain that hit his body like a tide, but there was only a distorted expression on his face, but he never said a word.

It's not for the sake of a man's dignity. He was only twelve or thirteen years old, and he didn't know any of this, the only thing he knew was how to get out of danger, how to use his ingenuity in the face of two almost impossible opponents, turn danger into a disaster, and finally escape safely with his partner.

So Wuqi just kept silently muttering to himself in his heart: It's closer, it's getting closer, it's still a little bit, it's just a little bit.

As the blue aura gradually approached Olich's back, Wuqi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his heart became more and more excited.

However, at this moment, Olich's aura suddenly fluctuated, spreading wildly around like a wave, and in just an instant, the blue gas that Wuqi had worked so hard to separate from his body was blown away, leaving not even a trace.

Wuqi suddenly snorted lightly in pain, and couldn't help coughing again, spurting out three mouthfuls of blood in a row.

However, he did not give up because of this, but took a deep breath again, and slowly spit out a blue gas the same size of a grain of rice from his mouth in pain, only this time, he spit out very slowly, and his face was paler, obviously much more difficult than the first time.

No more. With my current physical state, I can only rely on this once. If I don't succeed this time, I'll really have to stop it.

Wuqi's face was suddenly ugly, but he couldn't have imagined that Olich, who had suddenly spread out the aura in his body just now, was even more ugly than him at this time, his face was not only as white as snow, but even his heart trembled during the rapid spread of his breath just now.

"This ...... How is this possible? What kind of book is this? The strength of my dignified swordsmanship master can't even lift it. Condensed all the energy of his body into his hands, and used all his strength to lift the white-covered book that suppressed Alonso, but he couldn't even lift it at all, Olich's face suddenly changed greatly, and he said in a lost voice.

"I can't do without hands. Olich, help me figure it out. "A man who can be called a super-strong man, Alonso. After seeing that Olich's repeated attempts were unsuccessful, he panicked like a child and uttered these disfigured words.

Olich, however, didn't care. Because, the shock caused by this white-covered book was too great, and all his attention was currently attracted by this book, how could he care about speaking inappropriately. In those few attempts just now, every time he tried to lift it, a strange feeling suddenly rose.

It was a strange feeling, as if Alonso's hands were not holding down an inconspicuous little book, but a huge mountain that could not be shaken at all, and with the master-level strength that he had achieved after decades of hard work, he could not even lift it in the slightest, let alone try to move.

But it's obviously an ordinary little book, exactly the same size as the kind of fiction book used by the students in class. The huge contrast in the feeling of such a small book with such a weight immediately shook the hearts of both Alonso and Olich at the same time. ,

"Whoosh!" Olich's black long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, he swung his long sword without hesitation, and slashed at the small white book, only to see a sudden flash of black light in front of him, and the black blade suddenly drew several afterimages in the air, and then hit the small white book.

But what is unbelievable is that the black blade not only did not cut through the book, but after a crisp "ding" sound, it did not even leave a trace on the cover, but left a silk-like crack on the black and shiny blade with a crisp "click".

Seeing this scene, Olich suddenly set off an uproar in his heart, and he was speechless for a while. Alonso was also shocked beyond words, but as the sharp pain in his palm continued to invade his mind, he spoke, but instead of speaking, he screamed. The screams kept ongoing, screaming more and more piercing.

"Even the hardness is so terrible......! What the hell is this?" Olich was silent for half a minute before Olich asked.

As soon as Alonso, who was a little confused by the pain, heard this, his mind suddenly returned to clarity, and at a glance, he turned his head to look at Wuqi, who was still deep in the wall, coughing and spurting blood, and said angrily to Olich beside him: "It's him." Olich, get him out of here. I saw with my own eyes that this kid could pick up this book. ”

After saying that, Alonso's mind suddenly surged with unimaginable pain, and he suddenly frowned, and couldn't help but start screaming again. But after listening to his words, Olich was shocked again.

This kid can handle such a heavy book!?

After Olrich glanced at Wuqi in disbelief, he no longer hesitated, and his body immediately rushed down, turned into a black mang, and came directly to the wall, and pulled Wuqi's whole person out of the wall with one hand, and at the same time, his feet did not stop, and he turned into a black mang again in a flash, and returned the same way.

As soon as he came to Alonso, he threw Wuqi's body to the ground as if he had thrown his clothes, and said with a gloomy face: "Pick up that book for me." Otherwise, I'll kill you on the spot!

Olich's face at this time was gloomy and terrifying, and there was even a trace of hideousness and anger on his face that could not be concealed, as long as he was a cultivator whose strength was not as good as his. Anyone who sees Olich's face at this time now will be so frightened that his legs will be weak, his face will be pale, and if it is more serious, he will even be so frightened that he will pee his pants on the spot.

Wuqi was also very scared in his heart, his legs also trembled because of fear, and even his face turned pale with fright under Olich's grasp just now. But all these things together, no matter what, could not hide the excitement, excitement, and even pride in his heart at this time.

After two more violent coughs, Wuqi spurted out a large mouthful of blood, but a playful smile gradually appeared on his face, and he said with difficulty: "Don't threaten me." Apologize to that magician friend of mine, or in a few seconds, I won't forgive you, even if you beg me. ”