Chapter 318: Cloud Locks

The night rain was silent and cold, and the thin mist beside it gathered into a ball, with faint white light hidden within it.

On the long street, the play-master had no intention of leaving just like that.

Wudong actually had preparations for this. When he found that the person had crossed out of the "Cloud Locks Vermilion Building" without anyone knowing but hadn't left, he knew that it was not his satisfaction.

There was no luck and no hesitation. On the other side, An Cang had already retreated to gather his mystic Qi, while at the first opportunity, Wu Dong took the lead to strike with his sword, attempting to seize the one-in-a-million chance that the black-robed figure was bluffing after his full-force defeat of Xiang Minggao.

But obviously not.

The sword light swept through the night sky, and from above the sky, a spanning knife light pressed down mercilessly. Now this knife was truly aimed at them, and Wudong already felt the astonishing suffocation in it.

Such a knife to kill him, no matter how one thought about it, was only within three moves.

But Wudong still did not dodge or evade. The first half of his life spent in the danger of knife blades made him have no reaction other than a slightly tight heart at this moment. The knife light came face to face, and Wudong met it with a magnificent sword.

Knife and sword collided, and the exploding mysterious Qi, besides swinging out waves, actually produced a brilliant radiance!

Like a lightning bolt generated between the knife and sword.

Sword Mysterious Classic, *Bright Light Thunder*.

The lightning traveled along the knife, and the black robe could not ignore the thunderbolt between the square inches. The mysterious Qi rushed to meet it, but the thunderbolt swallowed the mysterious Qi and exploded, and the radiance almost exploded into a small sun.

It scorched the black robe's sleeve in an instant.

This was the third time Wudong had fought with him, and he finally gained a trace of the upper hand.

But the old man suddenly let go of his sword.

Every time he was making the most decisive and unexpected adjustments. The first match was lost in sword fighting, the second match was lost in magic weapons, and now the third match, he actually abandoned his sword directly.

It truly caught the black robe off guard.

Knife and sword decided the outcome in an instant, and Wudong had already abandoned the situation he had fought with all his might to gain—under the sun, his body stretched like a fish, and his long arm, fast as a flying arrow, went straight to the black robe's waist.

Like 【Severing Phoenix Thunder】, this was indeed a sword technique with quite a lot of damage, and Wudong also had the confidence to hurt the person in front of him head-on with this sword.

But to pile up the death of a Visiting the Que cultivator, what was missing was not one or two wounds.

Wudong also didn't do such a beautiful dream at all. Since the opponent wanted to crush him, he would leave him a painful enough price.

He stared tightly at the opponent's waist with cold and solemn eyes.

In the resistance against the heavenly power, the black robe's clothes were already almost tattered, and the tight clothes underneath were exposed—few people could notice it, but Wudong would never miss it.

There, a pearl-shaped object was shaking lightly.

The black robe's body movement was as violent as a poisonous dragon suddenly twisting its head. Just within the square inch, the waist bag that was about to be touched flashed backward. The next moment, a fist with the power of tilting the sea greeted him.

Wudong abandoned his sword and almost used his life to fight for a chance to destroy this thing. Now there was no room for maneuver. An Cang's art formula was only half pinched, and he had to stop to save Wudong first, but a fast sword light appeared from behind the black robe first.

It pierced straight toward his waist.

Li Weiru, with his blood clothes still wet, had a cold expression. He stepped on branches and leaves, floating and folding, and this style 【Stepping on Water Picking Scales】 was fast to the point of being outrageous!

The black robe's fist that was forced to the front stopped abruptly, and the night sky was stirred into a wave.

But the next moment, the tragic consequence of the tiger behind him was revealed. Li Weiru's sword had not yet approached the bag when the fast black robe turned around abruptly, and the eerie mask looked at him coldly.

The knife light from 【Jade Tiger】 cut out a cold killing intent.

Few people could be as calm and self-controlled as Li Weiru. The first time this sword achieved results, he immediately retreated into the air, but the knife light was as fast as the cold eyes cast by the black robe. This was the chasm that could not be filled caused by strength.

Wudong did not retreat in the slightest, and once again forced toward the bead bag, but such "besieging Wei to save Zhao" would not work twice. The old man was too slow and too weak. The black robe could easily grasp the gap to cut off his head.

Li Weiru's face was pale, his eyes still cold. In the retreat, he sealed with his sword first, but the moment the knife light touched it, the posture collapsed like soft tofu. The old man tried to borrow a little help from this collision, but at the touch, the mysterious Qi he controlled went stagnant, and his figure suddenly stiffened in the air.

This moment was enough.

The knife light arrived in an instant. Li Weiru's neck had already been cut open by the knife Qi, and the muscles were wriggling hideously, but in this soul-stirring moment, An Cang's mysterious art covered this battle situation at the last moment.

*West Sea Group Jade Record*, he only mastered three mysterious arts, and now it was the last one.

【Driving the White Dragon】

In the autumn sky, the wind rolled the rain. An Cang didn't know when he had retreated a hundred zhang.

He had exhausted all his strength to fight for time for Xiang Minggao just now, and Xiang Minggao's tragic defeat had also won him the time to perform the art.

Looking from afar, the man was like wind born in his body, white clothes floating like clouds, and his long hair was like turning white under the moistening of mysterious Qi. Behind him, there seemed to be a formless dragon, and An Cang was on the back of the dragon.

The Tuan Body realm was the threshold for practicing this mysterious art, because after the body blended with spiritual mystery, it could enjoy the sublimation and gain of the body by mysterious Qi.

Suddenly, An Cang had already driven the dragon and held his sword!

The black robe's knife light stopped abruptly, and he looked back coldly.

It was not that he had eaten this old trick of besieging Wei to save Zhao again, but now, the second target had arrived in front of him.

The sword of the dragon crossing was the strongest of the three, and for An Cang, this had almost burned his entire body. The decisiveness of this sword did not need any annotation.

The black robe's horizontal cold light stopped abruptly. Such a fierce knife momentum was controlled freely in his hands, and Li Weiru had almost escaped from the edge of the Yellow Springs. Although the knife was retracted, the mysterious power still poured. The old man's body, which was trying his best to avoid, couldn't even maintain his posture, and he fell like a bird in a hurricane.

Wudong, who was still staring at the person with cold eyes after falling, made a downward pressing gesture, his palm flipped, 【Jade Tiger】 whistled and pulled back, and he had already swept up first.

The dragon sword arrived at this time.

The black robe's knife light was curved like a bright moon. The mystery of taking away Xiang Minggao's heavenly power descended here again. He did not reduce his seriousness by a single bit, stepping on branches in the air, his clothes falling quietly.

But at this time, the echo of Li Weiru's sword of besieging Wei to save Zhao was produced here. Wudong, who had not been seriously injured and fallen, exploded with power that could not be ignored at this distance and at this moment.

【Jade Tiger Pulling Silk】

In the thunderbolt that had just been released, the two weapons had already had another collision.

However, the black robe had not forgotten this section either.