Meng Juntong felt the mysterious gaze from the ancient void.

Everything around her seemed to have dimmed, and she was trapped in that small dirt pit, but her senses were separated from the real world.

It's not that she's been traumatized, it's that the attraction of that gaze is too strong.

Meng Juntong tried to send him a spiritual signal to ask, but the other party did not respond at all.

"Are you the sword soul of the Linglan Sword?" Meng Juntong tried to ask again.

The ancient will still did not respond, and in the void, Meng Juntong felt as if an unknown force was flowing around him.

With a bang, a huge water curtain unfolded in front of Meng Juntong.

In the water curtain, Meng Juntong swung his sword, dancing with a halberd, and the two of them were fascinated.

"This is the scene of the battle between the two of us just now?" Meng Juntong looked at the scene in front of her in surprise, she didn't know that the scene of the battlefield just now would be recorded in such a special way.

In the previous fierce battle, both Meng Juntong and Wei Wuji were too involved.

Looking back at all this now, Meng Juntong has a different feeling in his heart. For martial artists, post-war review is a compulsory course for them, but there are really few people who can memorize everything about a big war.

The rapid changes in wartime and the spontaneity of fighting are all products of what is desired and what is recruited.

Being able to savor your own peak duel from beginning to end is something that a martial artist dreams of.

In this water mirror with a real image, Meng Juntong completely watched the battle between himself and Wei Wuji.

At this moment, Meng Juntong only felt that his sword heart was a few points mastered.

For martial artists, this is a great opportunity, and it is also an indispensable promotion.

Meng Juntong raised his head and looked at that ancient gaze: "This is your gift to me?"

Although the ancient will did not answer out loud, Meng Juntong felt that the other party affirmed his meaning.

"Is this your reward for helping you unshackle?" Meng Juntong asked again.

But this time, she didn't receive an accurate response.

Just as she was about to ask something more, she felt a sudden tremor in her mind, and she actually fell out of that state.

When I returned to reality, the first thing that struck me was the unbearable soreness.

"I don't think I can kill you anymore. The voice of danger came from not far away.

Meng Juntong wanted to sit up, but after some effort, he gave up.

Wei Wuji has never come over, and he doesn't necessarily feel much better than himself now.

Meng Juntong was a little disdainful, these men always seemed to be like this, knowing that they had shown their defeats, but they still had to die with a hard mouth.

"If you still have what it takes to kill me, you can come over and give it a try. Meng Juntong said provocatively.

Not far away, there was a dangerous chuckle, followed by a series of coughs.

"You are very smart and strong, but there are still seven people on our side, even if you don't count Anice, there are six people, but what about you, plus Anice, there are only two people, if you really fight life and death, you think you still have a chance, and your apprentice has no chance. ”

Meng Juntong felt a little chill in her heart, but she also understood that Wei Wuji was telling the truth.

Although Bai Yu has made great progress, if she wants to face so many Hall Realm masters alone, there is no chance of winning at all.

As for Agnis, from beginning to end, what she wanted most was to survive.

At the moment, it is obvious that there is no chance of survival with Meng Juntong, and there is a greater chance of following Wei Wuji.

Meng Juntong's big eyes, still black and white at the moment, she looked at the starry sky, I don't know if it was an illusion, a big battle between her and Wei Wuji made the surrounding air much fresher.

There was already a sparse sound of footsteps in the distance, and they had not been far away, and it didn't take much time to get there.

Meng Juntong no longer went to talk to Wei Wuji, but tried his best to breathe and breathe, hoping to recover some real strength before the next big battle.

She had gained a lot in the first battle, but that was in the long run, and for the time being, she was already a dry well, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not draw water from it.

"Master," this time luck was still on Meng Juntong's side, and it was Bai Yu who found her first.

Bai Yu jumped into the deep pit where Meng Juntong was, and helped her up slightly: "Master, how are you!"

The moment she saw Meng Juntong, her two autumn-like eyes were filled with tears of joy in an instant, and the previous explosion once made her think that Meng Juntong would die there.

Meng Juntong laboriously raised his hand and gently pressed it on Bai Yu's chest, which was the position of Bai Zejia's heart guard.

The misty white light slowly lit up and flickered, and Bai Zejia's white feathers pierced Meng Juntong's body.

A steady stream of true qi cultivation poured into Meng Juntong's Divine Qi Mansion, and the damage suffered by the meridians also quickly recovered under the nourishment of the aura.

The soreness disappeared most of it in an instant, Meng Juntong reached out and gently grabbed Bai Yu's waist, and then jumped up from the pit.

When I looked up, the first thing I saw was not far away, and the body was also unable to move, hiding in the pit, but his expression was comfortable and dangerous.

Meng Juntong smiled, I'm afraid that Wei Wuji felt that his injuries were much more serious than his.

When Wei Wuji opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Meng Juntong's alluring appearance.

He was still calm and breezy before, and suddenly lost his voice and said: "You...... How could you!" But after seeing the extra Bai Zejia on Meng Juntong's body, the well-informed Wei Wuji understood what he had overlooked.

It has never been said that the identity of a martial artist cannot be shared with that of an immortal cultivator.

The reason why Meng Juntong is still able to stand up now is mostly related to the special armor on her body.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Meng Juntong asked with a little playfulness.

A trace of sadness first appeared on Wei Wuji's face, but this feeling passed away.

"It doesn't matter, I want to die in two places in my life, one is to sacrifice the country on the battlefield, and the other is under the sword of another top master. Da Wei is no longer here, I think there should be no more opportunities to donate to the country, and God can die under your sword.

I've said countless times, my life is here waiting for the Dream Weaver to take it, and it seems to be a prophecy. ”

"But that's fine, at least God proved to me that the way of heaven is a good reincarnation. After saying that, Wei Wuji closed his eyes, and no longer healed his wounds, just silently waiting for the final death to come.