Chapter 322

Pei Ye used the fastest time to determine the situation around him. He saw the girl's panicked figure running away, and followed her gaze to see the body falling from the sky.

He realized the tragedy of the situation he was in in an instant.

However, like an ant or butterfly caught in a hurricane, he had used all his strength just to stabilize his posture. It was too difficult for him to even capture the movements of these people. He had just seen the situation of the previous moment clearly, and the situation had already changed abruptly twice.

Until that broken body beside him, which looked like it could only wait for death, suddenly rolled up the entire cloud and mist, smashing the struggling battle situation down in one fell swoop like a heavy hammer.

Pei Ye didn't know how the adults had designed such a heavy blow, but he could indeed see that this was a strike made after completely exhausting everything.

This broken body was burning its life. Li Weiru was heavily wounded and dying, and the ways Wu Dong and An Cang struck were also trading their lives for moves. Everything was burned out just for An Cang's final strike.

The black-robed figure was indeed pressed to the most dangerous situation in this round, but An Cang, the only one who could get close, obviously failed. After two rounds, he fell down with a stiff expression, the dagger on his forehead already buried to the hilt.

Pei Ye felt a bit cold in his heart—this was the Tianshan that Cuiyu regarded as its backing. With An Cang's death, the situation that was barely maintained completely collapsed, and the remaining heavily wounded bodies were just fish waiting to be slaughtered under this person's blade.

The first moment Pei Ye recognized the situation, what he faced was such a desperate situation.

He had rushed up with his sword at the first opportunity, but he really didn't know how to participate in this round of attacks. The enemy was strange, the battle was strange, and the means he had on hand that could play a role were pitifully few.

He had just stepped into the Sixth Life Realm and was still enjoying the true Qi that had doubled again in his dantian, when he was suddenly thrown into the ocean.

It was also at this time that a rich fullness suddenly came from the Zhanxin Liuli sword body again.

Pei Ye was suddenly stunned—the woman went from Kongdong to Xincang. They, who were far away in Xincang, couldn't enjoy this shortened distance, but when they arrived at Bowang, things were immediately different.

The power on the sword returned to the second rank of the Mystic Gate, and was even improving at a perceptible speed.

A bright, hot current immediately surged into the boy's cold and heavy heart. They had actually stayed in the Purple Bamboo Secret Realm for a long time. During this time, the woman had been approaching Bowang diagonally at the fastest speed.

Now, after they changed positions again, she had already flown straight toward Bowang after only a brief pause!

It really wouldn't take too long.

As long as he persisted for a little longer...

Not giving the black-robed figure a chance to catch his breath, the boy threw out the strongest means in his hand without hesitation, continuing An Cang's offensive. At the same time, he shouted: "Miss Ming will be here soon, hold him!"

Wu Dong's second sword swept back at the same time. It was also at this time that he saw that after defeating Xiang Minggao, the black-robed figure's killing intent had been locked on An Cang.

He didn't figure out the reason, nor did he know if he had a third goal, but at least at this moment, this black-robed figure was standing miserably in the air, being held in the initiative by them for the first time since the battle began.

The boy's shout came from behind. Wu Dong rarely saw a boy with such keen adaptability. He couldn't tell for a moment who this sentence was meant for, but it was a good thing, because the black-robed figure must also be unable to tell.

This kind of small wit still needed to be done by such young people. At this time, Wu Dong took advantage of this sentence, which was hard to distinguish between true and false, and immediately erupted with a resolute momentum.

The black-robed figure didn't even have time to pull out the sword on his shoulder. The moment the boy shouted, he immediately raised his hand to cast a spell, and the fluorescent white light in the manor suddenly intensified.

The next moment, Wu Dong's sword pierced straight toward his throat as if forgetting life and death. The black-robed figure held his blade horizontally to intercept, and the two blades suddenly sparked with a clang. The long blade was suddenly pressed down, and the black-robed figure unloaded a profound arc in time. A line of blood swept past, and the sword blade left a sharp bloodstain on the Play-Master's neck.

Pei Ye and Wu Dong were both spirited.

Just like the situation Xiang Minggao faced, after a heavy blow that exhausted his body and mind, there was no time to catch enough breath before the life-threatening offensive pressed down like a rainstorm. This was indeed the last effort prepared by Wu Dong and An Cang, but the pressure the black-robed figure brought them in the previous battle was too heavy, and Wu Dong actually didn't dare to think that this burning would definitely pierce this suffocating darkness.

They just poured out everything.

But the surprise came suddenly. After forcibly killing An Cang, after choosing to set up the array at the first opportunity, and after the boy, who descended like heavenly soldiers, threw the heart-slashing Zhanxin Liuli into his abdomen—the strength the black-robed figure used to turn things around was finally compressed to the limit.

Yes, he was just a "Yueque" on a solo away game, and his limit was not that untouchable!

Wu Dong struggled to pull horizontally and change moves, the gold thunder ringing sharply. The black-robed figure also turned his blade, intercepting the neck-slashing blade again at the brink of death, but spat out a mouthful of blood under this heavy lethal mystic Qi.

Wu Dong had never felt so close to killing this person. He watched as the person in front of him finally caught his breath after a round of exchanges, but the next moment, the famous sword pierced through his abdomen, and this power dissipated completely again.

Now, it was equivalent to two top-tier body-tempering cultivators taking turns pouring their full strength at him, and one of them wouldn't even lose strength or get hurt.

Wu Dong stared at this person like a falcon, every sword stroke being his absolute full strength. Seeing the person in front of him approaching his limit step by step, he poured out almost all his strength.

As long as... one more sword—

But suddenly, his waist and arm went empty, and half of his body suddenly lost strength.

The "Body-Tempering" realm, a spiritual body that has not been completely refined, exposed its inherent flaws when approaching the limit—the great cycle with heaven and earth is not flawless, and it cannot be supported just by having mystic Qi. The heavy injuries suffered earlier finally broke through the limit first under the continuous overload.

Wu Dong watched with a cold heart as his sword deviated from the route it should have taken, and the black-robed figure unloaded his long blade, slowly catching his breath.

But it was interrupted again!

An intent-sword.

Wu Dong finally saw the sword that brought winter from the young leader that people talked about, and for a moment, he suspected it even stood above An Cang's 【I Go to Huangzhu】.

Sword. This high mountain, unrelated to the realm, was the only means the boy could use to give a weak intervention to this battle at this moment. Zhanxin Liuli had been let go, and Pei Ye resolutely stood in the vacancy exposed by Wu Dong at this moment.

The cold world spread out, and the Play-Master was immediately shrouded in the snowy night and jade sky.

But the next moment, he broke out of the realm, and the boy had just gritted his teeth and forced the sword tip, full of true Qi, over.

The strength required to deal with this weak body was much less than dealing with Wu Dong, and there was no need to consume the gap of stored power. The Play-Master turned his blade lightly, which was enough to cut the boy in two.

(End of chapter)