Facing the sudden onslaught of the Xuanming Dao people, Song Si felt a trace of danger, and this danger came from behind him.

Without waiting for Song Si to be puzzled, the white tiger came to kill again, moved a step to the left, and Song Si praised the palm and knocked the white tiger away again. At this moment, the blood-soaked silver flying sword of Yan Wuxian was sacrificed, piercing Song Sihou's heart.

At the moment of danger, the white tiger, which was obviously knocked away by Song Si and was still in the air, suddenly stopped its body and pounced down, just blocking the flying sword.

Suddenly, the tiger roared and shook the sky, and the white tiger suddenly broke free from control, and his vitality collapsed, and he frantically flew towards Yan Wuyan.

Even though the White Tiger was brave and invincible, the momentum and power of Song Si still did not weaken at all after Song Si struck hundreds of palms, but the aura consumed was extremely huge, and after a few moments of fierce fighting, the red-faced Taoist who controlled the White Tiger was already at the limit.

This sword was the strongest sword that Yan Wuxian used to sneak attack Song Si, and it also became the final blow to defeat the white tiger, and at the same time, the red-faced Taoist was injured due to the loss of control of the white tiger, and his divine consciousness was injured, and he fainted directly after suffering from the mana backlash.

"Cold Purple Lamp!"

The lights are inextricably linked, turning the sword into a condensed shape, and with a full blow, the flying sword of the Xuanming Daoist is knocked away. The figures were divided, and suddenly three Mu Weiming lanterns appeared in the center of the battlefield, looking coldly at Xuan Ming Dao and Yan Wuxian who sneaked up on him.

A spirit rune flew out of Yan Wuwu's sleeve, turning into sword qi, wind blades, fireballs, etc., shattering the white tiger that had collapsed in an instant, dissipating into heaven and earth.

The silver light flashed, and the small blood-silver flying sword returned to the lower right of Yan Wuxian, the white-shirted hunting, the long hair flying, and the sharp gaze locked on the three Mu Weiming in front of him.

"Catechumen, give me the purple jade bamboo, for the sake of the team, how about I help the Taoist friend leave?"

Looking at the two people before and after, Song Si didn't say a word, wanting to use this trick to tell which one was his real body, this trick was still too low-end.

However, Song Si did not dare to despise Yan Wuxian and join forces with Xuanming Dao people, at the beginning, he was only one person, and in the face of the suppression of the Confucian Supreme Treasure Haoran Fan in Murong Chen's Prince's Mansion, he could escape from Mo Liuli's sword, which shows that he has a deep foundation and extraordinary strength.

On the other hand, Song Si has less than three layers of true yuan in his body, and if he continues to fight, he is afraid that he will be consumed by two people. Now how he misses the days when he had purple and red vermilion fruits, but unfortunately such opportunities are not often encountered.

The last way is to release Ziyao, make a false move, and use the Pure Yang Imperial Sword Technique to escape quickly.

But if this is the case, Mu Weiming's identity is no longer a secret, and when he leaves the Twelve Palaces of the Later Qinglian, he will once again face the pursuit and killing of those masters of the Great Cultivation Sect, and even the crisis of encountering the late Yuan Infant Great Cultivators such as Yu Qingyang of the Nine Nations Alliance.

It's better to fight!

Song Si targeted the slightly weaker Xuanming Daoist and decided to kill him first, and then run away.

At the moment when Song Si made his decision, Yan Wuxian took the lead, and the blood-silver flying sword pierced through the sky, shooting towards one of Song Si's clones with a snort.

I saw that the light in Song Si's clone suddenly dimmed, and then all the light around him was swallowed up by the light, and the flying sword shuttled by, piercing into the darkness again in an instant. After shuttling several times, the blood-silver flying sword slashed through arcs and pierced through the darkness.

At this moment, the darkness shattered, and Song Si's clone appeared in front of the two unscathed.

The real body?

Without waiting for Xuan Ming Dao and Yan Wuxian to have doubts, the white light in Song Si's clone flashed with white light, and thousands of lights shot towards Yan Wuxian. The other two Song Si turned into streamers at the same time, and they attacked Xuanming Dao people together.

Xuan Ming Dao was furious, and at the same time, he used three defensive magic weapons to block the powerful attack of Song Si's clone. At this moment, how much he wanted to throw out the Gengjin Thunder hidden in his hand and die together.

The doppelganger is not the deity after all, after fighting with Yan Wuxian for dozens of moves, one of Song Si's clones was beaten into heaven and earth by his endless spirit rune attacks, and the aura disappeared.

Song Si, who was attacking the Xuanming Dao people, sensed that the clone had disappeared, and the secret path was not good, which was much faster than he expected, if he killed the Xuanming Dao people with the Dao Bai Yang now, he was afraid that he would immediately be attacked by Yan Wuyan, and the gains outweighed the losses.

The light and shadow were blurred, and the three defensive magic weapons were frozen into ice and fell to the ground. Xuan Ming Daoren's consciousness was traumatized, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and when he was about to shoot Gengjin Thunder, he found that Mu Weiming did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but turned into a ball of white cold light and fought with the sneak attack.

With a bang, blood splattered, and another doppelganger of Mu Weiming was broken and dissipated, and Mu Weiming fell on the boulder, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, Yan Wuxian was swept away by the powerful qi at the same time, his eyebrows were frosty, the cold air around his body was biting, the water mist was steaming endlessly, and his face was pale, which was frozen.

Seeing such a scene, Xuan Ming Dao was full of knots in his heart, and finally decided to put his life first and watch for the time being.

"Hahaha, seekers, hand over the purple jade bamboo, and capture it!" Yan Wuxian dissolved the cold qi around his body, smiled wildly, and the blood of the bloody silver flying sword under his palm had almost condensed into substance.

"Burn the pen!"

Song Si pressed his hands on the lantern jade pole, ready to mobilize the true yuan of his whole body to perform the final trick and fight against Yan Wuyan!

"Seaker, when you entered here, your injuries were not completely recovered, and the true yuan was less than half, and your strongest move couldn't kill me! Life is precious, don't give it away in vain! Hahaha......"

Arrogant and threatening? Song Si sneered in his heart, what he said was not wrong, but what did all this have to do with him? Until the last moment, even if it was a failure in the end, it could not make the opponent feel better, especially this kind of disgusting scumbag!

Seeing that Mu Weiming's cold expression had not changed, it was obvious that his language offensive had failed. Yan Wuxian snorted coldly, and the mana in his body was added, all of which merged into his blood-silver flying sword.

As the first person of the younger generation in Xianjing, how could he only have these simple methods? Those who knew him would always think that he was a master of talismans, or that his blood silver flying sword secret treasure was extremely powerful, but almost no one knew that the paper fan he often held in his hand was the ultimate killer move.

Feeling that Mu Weiming's momentum is getting stronger and stronger, his expression of shamelessness has changed from contempt to solemnity, and he can avoid the sneak attack of the blood-silver flying sword, he Mu Weiming is the first person of the younger generation. Therefore, it was difficult to guarantee that there would be no other more powerful means for this demonic path cultivation, and for the sake of Zi Yuzhu and Mu Weiming's cultivation methods, he had to go all out!

"Seekers, offended!"

Shout!

The sword pointed at the Condensation, and the blood-silver flying sword turned into a bright blood rainbow and fell towards Song Si.

Sword Intent!

From the air, Song Si, who was originally going to make a move, suddenly turned into a light and shadow and retreated a hundred feet.

Just as Song Si retreated, a white sword light suddenly fell in the air, breaking through the blood-colored Changhong, and with a loud bang, the powerful sword qi swept in all directions, destroying mountains and cracking stones, and it was difficult for ants to survive in a hundred miles.

After a powerful impact, the blood-silver flying sword flew backwards. Yan Wuxian snorted, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and was swept out three miles away by the sword qi.

The bright light was shining, illuminating the swordsman in the smoke and dust, this was Mo Liuli who had long since left, or he had never left at all.

The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and one sword is cold and light in 19 states!

Song Si praised in his heart, this is Mo Liuli after the sword, this is his sword intent.

As early as when Mu Weiming was healing, Mo Liuli found a trace of greed in Yan Wuxian's hypocritical gaze looking at this demon cultivator, and what surprised him even more was that Mu Weiming would give him a feeling of familiarity with the sword intent, but unfortunately the trace of sword intent was too deep hidden, and the time it appeared was too short, so that he couldn't be sure.

However, this is enough, no matter what, for the sake of this familiar sword intent, Mo Liuli decided to help Mu Weiming once. Jian Xiu does things, and it is so refreshing, as long as they believe it.

Song Si's expression was still cold, even if Mo Liuli suddenly appeared, it seemed that whether he appeared or not had nothing to do with him. Mo Liuli glanced at Song Si, his gaze was not shocked, he didn't find the familiar sword intent.

"Mo Liuli!" Yan Wuxian withdrew the blood silver flying sword, gritted his teeth and looked at Mo Liuli who suddenly ruined his good deeds. Shifting his gaze, Yan Wuxian found that the Xuanming Dao people had already fled, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

In the face of Mu Weiming, who was depleted of True Yuan, he was sure to kill Mu Weiming, but in the face of Mo Liuli, he was not sure that the sword in Prince Murong Chen's mansion still made him cold. Thinking of this, the momentum of Yan Wuxian began to decline, and even if he used the last killing move, it was estimated that it would be difficult to recover the defeat.

looked at Mu Weiming, whose eyes were still cold, hatefully, he knew that he had provoked a big enemy, and he couldn't kill Mu Weiming today, and he would be unlucky another day. But with Mo Liuli's interception, in the face of the two strong enemies, he had no chance of winning, so he had to go.

A spirit rune flew out, the aura shone, and turned into various spells to attack Mo Liuli and Mu Weiming, and then crushed the rune jade in his hand, and fled in an instant.