Crying blood is waved, but it is not Xuanyuan Xiang, Xuanyuan Xiang at this time is more like being immersed in a dream, that dream is a very long dream, in addition to himself, there is only the black shadow in front of him, Xuanyuan Xiang has completely unable to feel everything that is happening outside, and the weeping blood wave is more like the knife technique of the black shadow dancing in the dream, but Han Zhi Shitai and Aoba Zhenren can't pass through the knife shadow.

Xuanyuan Xiang, who was immersed in the dream, quietly watched the black shadow dancing and crying blood, that was the sword technique he used when he first saw this black shadow in the sword mound, and it was also the scene of his epiphany outside Suzhou City, but he had never seen this knife technique so closely, so clearly, this time there was no blur at all, everything was so clear, so that Xuanyuan Xiang forgot everything he was facing at the moment.

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I don't know how long this time has passed, Luo Xiang in the distance looked at Xuanyuan Xiang blankly, they would not feel Xuanyuan Xiang's state of mind at this time, but they could see that Xuanyuan Xiang could resist Han Zhi Shitai and Qingye Zhenren with the strength of one person, that weird sword technique was really weird, even Yun Shixiong couldn't help but be stunned in place, or Luo Xiang took the lead in speaking, "Great Elder, how can this be like this, how long has it been, how can Xuanyuan Xiang become so powerful, and his martial arts have improved so much?"

"This..."Yun Shixiong seemed to finally see a trace of unusualness from Xuanyuan Xiang's body, and his deep voice said, "Second Miss, it's not quite right, you look at Xuanyuan Xiang's anger, even if it's such a distance, I can feel this sky-high anger, it's really strong." Before he finished speaking, Yun Shixiong seemed to feel something, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to see the full moon above his head, which was blood-red at this time.

Luo Xiang followed Yun Shixiong's gaze, and the conspicuous blood moon hung high above his head, and everything became extremely weird, "This... What the hell is going on? Is this the power of weeping blood?"

Yun Shixiong shook his head this time, everything that happened was far beyond Yun Shixiong's cognition, how could the world's martial arts come from such a strange statement? What did that round of blood moon represent, Yun Shixiong didn't dare to imagine, but it was undeniable that Xuanyuan Xiang at this time was more like a god, and the monstrous aura was constantly emanating from Xuanyuan Xiang's body, no! To be precise, it should be from crying blood.

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I don't know how long it has been, except for Xuanyuan Xiang here, the battle elsewhere seems to have come to an end, or maybe because of the changes here, everyone couldn't help but stop the fierce battle in their hands, and the two sides retreated to the side again, but they all quietly watched the fierce battle between Xuanyuan Xiang and the three.

Besides, Xuanyuan Xiang in the dream, looking at the appearance of the black shadow when it danced, his body involuntarily waved, the first time it was a little obscure, I don't know how long this repeated action lasted, the black shadow actually stopped slowly, there was a light wind in the dream, the black shadow disappeared for a moment, and when it appeared again, it was already in front of Xuanyuan Xiang, this was the first time Xuanyuan Xiang saw the true face of the black shadow so closely, under the black cloak, it turned out to be a silver-white armor, but what surprised Xuanyuan Xiang was that the person under the armor turned out to be a face covered with scars, a face full of shocking wounds.

But there is enough suffocating aura on his body, at such a close distance, Xuanyuan Xiang feels that he can't even breathe, the movements in his hands can't help but slow down, let the person look himself up and down, the person walked around Xuanyuan Xiang's body a few times, after all, he still shook his head, the obscure voice made people feel very uncomfortable, "You are the new sword slave? too bad, too bad......" As he spoke, the white-clothed armor shook his head dissatisfiedly, as if he was deeply dissatisfied with Xuanyuan Xiang, but before Xuanyuan Xiang could react, the white-clothed armor turned into a breeze, retreated rapidly, and finally disappeared into the dream.

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Xuanyuan Xiang, who was stunned, stood in place, at this moment he didn't know what he should do, the scene in front of him changed for a while, and he returned to the fierce battle with Han Zhishitai, looking at the oncoming long sword, Xuanyuan Xiang seemed to have been unavoidable, but in an instant, Xuanyuan Xiang was lucky "Phantom Seven Steps" , The figure turned into an afterimage, disappeared into the night, and when it reappeared, it was already avoiding the long sword in the hand of Master Han Zhi, and the resentment that was ridiculed by the white-clothed armor in the dream just now, Xuanyuan Xiang may not know why there is so much resentment in his heart at this time, in short, Xuanyuan Xiang wants to vent it, otherwise, this resentment accumulates in his chest, making Xuanyuan Xiang's breathing difficult, and he raises the blood high and slashes towards the top of Han Zhi's head......

This knife Xuanyuan Xiang knew that Han Zhi Shi Tai could not dodge it, if it was split on Han Zhi Shi Tai's body, he would definitely split Han Zhi Shi Tai in half, but the next moment, Xuanyuan Xiang stopped, because he saw an afterimage, an afterimage that was slower than his "Phantom Seven Steps" just now appeared in front of him, Xuanyuan Xiang felt the familiar breath, and the crying blood in his hand stopped suddenly.

It's Cao Ying, it turned out to be Cao Ying, at this time, in front of Master Han Zhi, Xuanyuan Xiang would not attack Cao Ying, but the long sword in Cao Ying's hand has penetrated Xuanyuan Xiang's chest, and it is this sword that has found an outlet for Xuanyuan Xiang's resentment accumulated in his chest, for a moment, Xuanyuan Xiang is like a deflated balloon, and the anger on his body has become traceless, time seems to be frozen at this moment, the panic in Han Zhi's eyes has not changed, Xuanyuan Xiang's action of holding the weeping blood has not changed, Cao Ying is between the two, and the action of holding the long sword to pierce Xuanyuan Xiang's chest has not changed, The only thing that has changed is that the original color of the dark red streamer gradually dissipated, and the weeping blood at this moment is the same as an ordinary blade, but it is more ancient.

"Brother Xiang, right... I'm sorry......" Cao Ying looked at Xuanyuan Xiang blankly, from the moment she just saw Xuanyuan Xiang, Cao Ying didn't know how to describe her feelings, that was the person she used to treat as her own brother, but the moment she saw it, Cao Ying knew that the two were destined to be enemies tonight, but she had always had illusions in Cao Ying's heart, but when Xuanyuan Xiang's knife was about to split on the top of Han Zhi's head, Cao Ying moved, using the "Phantom Seven Steps" that Xuanyuan Xiang taught her on Wudang Mountain.

(End of chapter)