A generation of war god Bai Wuchang was defeated, even if he broke through the Dragon Realm, he was still defeated in the hands of a twenty-year-old boy, resulting in the failure of the task of escorting the holy medicine, and the wind and waves stirred up are probably incomparably huge, after this battle, Ning Wushuang's name will become famous all over the world, a twenty-year-old Dragon Transformation Realm powerhouse, many people can only look up to the existence of their lives, and the goal of their lives.

The wind is bleak, the moonlight is cool, and in the open space of Pingchuan, the old monsters who snatched the holy medicine have long since dispersed, with regret, the crowd of onlookers has also dispersed, with amazement, even the few black-clothed people who appeared have left, coming silently, leaving no clues, leaving only Ning Wushuang and Yun Xiufa Sheng Monk The three remained in place, accompanied by a few occasional undulating insect chirps, which seemed extremely lonely.

Ning Wushuang quietly looked at the direction in which Bai Wuchang and the others left, his mood was very low, his eyes revealed complicated emotions, and no one knew what he was thinking at this time.

Yun Xiu's fists were clenched, looking at Ning Wushuang, his heart was even more complicated, he thought he was amazing enough, who would have thought that Ning Wushuang's appearance completely defeated his arrogance, a twenty-year-old Dragon Transformation Realm powerhouse, an insurmountable peak, except for Situ Jiu and Ruchen, Ning Wushuang is the person Yun Xiu has ever seen with the deepest martial arts cultivation, and Ning Wushuang is still so young.

At this time, Yun Xiu didn't know what to do, without the holy medicine, Qing Ling would not be able to heal, this was the result that Yun Xiu was most unwilling to accept, but if he wanted to obtain the holy medicine from Ning Wu's hands, it would only be extremely difficult, Ning Wushuang would definitely not endure the pain of cutting his love, and wanted to rob him, even if Yun Xiu Fasheng and the monk joined forces, they were not Ning Wushuang's opponents.

"The holy medicine fell into Ning Wushuang's hands, what should we do?" Yun Xiu asked the Fasheng monk beside him.

"What else can I do, Ning Wushuang's strength is not something you and I can compete with. Monk Fasheng said.

"There is no way to heal Qingling without the holy medicine, and I really don't want to watch Qingling die. Yun Xiu said bitterly.

"I don't want Qing Ling to die, but what else can I do, Ning Wushuang's strength is too much higher than you and me, even if you and I have the determination to die, we will not be his opponents, unless the master and their old man come out. Monk Fasheng said.

"Is there really no way?" Yun Xiu's heart was very painful, it seemed that he had seen Qing Ling die, and the chance of getting the holy medicine was very slim, Yun Xiu knew that if he wanted to invite Situ Jiu Ruchen to make a move, it was impossible, it would take at least more than an hour to go back and forth from Nanshan here, at this time, Ning Wushuang was afraid that he had already disappeared into the vast sea of people with the holy medicine, and the chance of finding it was too small and too small.

"Is it really so ruthless? Qingling is still a young girl, a carefree age, but she will die soon, this is really cruel. Yun Xiu's tears lingered in his eyes.

"I'm really incompetent, I can't even protect the most important people, what's the use of cultivating? Obviously, the opportunity is right in front of me, but I can't grasp it. Yun Xiu blamed himself very much, at this moment, he wished that he could have a cultivation against the sky, defeat Ning Wushuang, and win the holy medicine, but after all, it was impossible, and Yun Xiu could only be doomed to blame himself and feel guilty.

"Instead of watching Qing Ling die, it's better to go with her, Ning Wushuang, I'm going to duel with you. Yun Xiu rushed towards Ning Wushuang like crazy, the remnant abyss sword in his hand danced, emitting a cold light, like a lightning rush, lighting up the night sky, startling the Fasheng monk to stop it.

This is Taixuan's sword, Situ Jiu's mastery, this sword is extremely amazing, in the case of the opponent's defenselessness, it is enough to cross the level to kill, but it is Ning Wushuang of the Dragon Realm, the gap in cultivation, no matter how amazing the move is, it can only end in disgrace.

"Presumptuous. I didn't see how Ning Wushuang moved, I saw a flash of sword light, not only broke Yun Xiu's Taixuan sword, but also the Wushuang sword pierced into Yun Xiu's chest, if it wasn't for Ning Wushuang's lack of murderous intent, I'm afraid it was not as simple as stabbing into the chest.

"You're not my opponent, and besides, I don't want to kill people now, if there is a next time, I will not spare you. Ning Wushuang frowned slightly, a little annoyed in his heart, if it wasn't for his cultivation being deep enough, this sudden sword would be enough to kill.

After Ning Wushuang finished speaking, he shook the Peerless Sword in his hand, and in an instant, a huge force pushed Yun Xiu's body out, rolling in the air for a few weeks before falling to the ground.

How could Yun Xiu in the late stage of the Metamorphosis Realm be Ning Wushuang's opponent, even if it was Ning Wushuang's light blow, it was not something that Yun Xiu could resist, this was the gap in cultivation, the late stage of the Metamorphosis Realm and the Dragon Transformation Realm seemed to be not much different, and the gap in strength had an insurmountable gap, in such a situation, it was impossible for Yun Xiu to hurt Ning Wushuang no matter how he made a move.

"No, I'm going to beat you. Yun Xiu didn't care about the injury in his chest at all, nor did he care about the gap in cultivation, and attacked Yun Xiu like a moth to a fire again, with sadness on his face and determination.

"You're looking for death. With a wave of Ning Wushuang's sword, Yun Xiu's body was thrown out again, like a falling leaf, extremely desolate, and a hideous and terrifying wound appeared on Yun Xiu's chest again, and the bright red blood flowed down endlessly, completely dyeing Yun Xiu into a bloody person. Yun Xiu seemed to be unconscious, his blood-red eyes stared at Ning Wushuang tightly, like a lion in heat, his chest was rising and falling violently. With the ups and downs, the blood water surged out, which was extremely terrifying and hideous.

"I must get the holy medicine, I can't watch the Qing Ling die. Yun Xiu muttered to himself.

"No one wants Qing Ling to die, but fate makes people, we can't resist, even Qing Ling doesn't want you to harm yourself like this, if you know, Qing Ling probably won't be better. Monk Fasheng came to Yun Xiu's side and opened his mouth to comfort, a deep sadness in his eyes.

"No, I don't believe in fate, and I don't want Qingling to die, as long as Qingling can live, I am willing to do anything. There was madness in Yun Xiu's eyes, he didn't listen to the persuasion of the Fasheng monk at all, and regardless of the heavily injured body, he attacked Ning Wushuang again, with a posture of not dying.

No matter how crazy Yun Xiu was, how he struggled, facing Ning Wushuang in the Dragon Transformation Realm, everything was in vain, and his body was thrown out again, falling to the ground, his mouth dripping with blood, and suffering serious trauma.

"No...... Don't ......" Yun Xiu's eyes were always full of madness, and he said vaguely as he struggled to get up from the ground, kneeling on the ground, his eyes dimmed, and his violently trembling body was shaking.

At this time, Yun Xiu's actions were extremely crazy, in order to get the holy medicine and cure the Qing Ling, he gave up his dignity, gave up life and death, knew that he could not do it, but he still moved forward, was he weak?

The moonlight faded, and the majestic rain poured down, washing the bloody and tragic world, was the sky grieving for the fate of Qing Ling?

"I'm really useless. Yun Xiu kept pounding the ground, ignoring the pain, ignoring the scars, the blood in his mouth, chest, and hands kept gushing, staining his body red, washed away by the rain, and then surging out, staining the ground red.

The pouring rain can't wash away despair, let alone the sadness in my heart, and the gray world embodies sadness and despair naked.

"I must get the holy medicine, I can't watch Qingling die. Yun Xiu knelt there, muttering to himself, the body temperature on his body was slowly dropping, and the look in his eyes was extremely dim, looking extremely desolate.

Ning Wushuang quietly watched Yun Xiu's movements, the anger in his heart had long since faded, and at this time, he was very curious in his heart, what was the reason for Yun Xiu to be so crazy.

"Is the holy medicine really that important to you?" Ning Wushuang walked up to Yun Xiu and asked.