Chapter 1145

Unexpectedly, a tiny figure darted into the battle circle like a bolt of lightning, and before Hearing Gai Nie could react, it had already snatched the Fire Bodhi in its mouth.

"Huh? A Pixiu?"

Looking closely, Hearing Gai Nie saw that the one holding the Fire Bodhi in its mouth was the Pixiu that had been sleeping soundly in Miss Xiao Li's arms, looking as if it were dead.

Only now, the Pixiu was extraordinarily spry.

Seeing the Pixiu suddenly wake up, Hearing Gai Nie was surprised, but also relieved.

In his mind, since the Pixiu belonged to Miss Xiao Li, it was on his side.

The Fire Bodhi falling into its mouth was far better than landing in Weizhuang's hands.

He immediately executed a soaring sword technique, blocking Weizhuang's attack, and reached out with his other hand toward the Pixiu, saying,

"Good little Pixiu, give me the Fire Bodhi!"

Although the Fire Bodhi was actually useless to Hearing Gai Nie now.

After all, Hearing Gai Nie had taken the Fire Bodhi to find the Fire Monkey.

And through the Fire Monkey, to find the Mud Bodhisattva.

Now that he had already met the Mud Bodhisattva at the Desperate Shanzhuang, the Fire Bodhi was actually useless.

Yet for some reason, Hearing Gai Nie felt the Fire Bodhi was extremely important.

After all, if it weren't important, why would Weizhuang insist on using that move to stab the Fire Bodhi off him?

Chomp!

He didn't expect the Pixiu to pay him no attention at all; it simply tilted its head back and swallowed the entire Fire Bodhi into its belly.

"This... well, so be it. Better it eats it than it falls into Xiaozhuang's hands."

Seeing the Fire Bodhi eaten, Hearing Gai Nie was stunned at first, then immediately consoled himself.

Only he didn't notice that the Pixiu, having swallowed the Fire Bodhi, its Mao Fa gradually began to flow ethereally.

It was as if it weren't Mao Fa, but rather had become blazing flames.

When all its Mao Fa had become as if boiling like blazing flames,

the Pixiu let out a long howl toward the sky. The sound wasn't loud, but Hearing Gai Nie, who was close, heard it.

Only then did he lower his head and see the Pixiu's astonishing transformation.

He couldn't help but secretly marvel, never expecting that this Fire Bodhi was not only beloved by the Fire Monkey, but also extremely important to the Pixiu.

Fortunately, it was given to the right...

While he was thinking this, the Pixiu, which had just finished its long howl, suddenly transformed into a streak of lightning and recklessly charged into Hearing Gai Nie's sword net.

Hearing Gai Nie's mind was thrown into chaos, and he immediately scrambled to withdraw his sword technique.

He truly didn't want to harm this strange little beast for no reason.

Unexpectedly, the Pixiu didn't appreciate it. Though Hearing Gai Nie withdrew his sword technique, it still leaped at extreme speed onto the tip of the Yuan Hong Sword.

Hearing Gai Nie couldn't help but feel caught between laughter and tears. Seeing Weizhuang about to attack, he could only patiently say to the Pixiu,

"Good Pixiu, obedient Pixiu, come down from the Yuan Hong Sword quickly, it's too dangerous here.

Be good..."

Before he could finish, the Pixiu bared its row of sharp teeth and bit straight down on the tip of the Yuan Hong Sword.

In one bite, the Yuan Hong Sword—a Profound-grade divine weapon—had its tip bitten clean off.

"Th-this..."

Hearing Gai Nie was completely dumbfounded.

Since joining the Great Qin, this Yuan Hong Sword had been bestowed upon him by Hearing Ying Zheng, and had always been by his side.

In a sense, the Yuan Hong Sword was already part of Hearing Gai Nie's body, and part of his martial Dao.

He never imagined that the Yuan Hong Sword wouldn't be destroyed in combat with an enemy, but rather ruined by this seemingly well-behaved Pixiu.

After a moment of daze, the Pixiu showed no courtesy.

Its little mouth kept chomping away, and in the blink of an eye, half of the two-foot-nine-inch Yuan Hong Sword had entered the Pixiu's belly.

"Let go!"

Hearing Gai Nie was truly a bit angry now. This fine sword that had accompanied him for so many years was being destroyed just like that.

No matter how cute the Pixiu looked, Hearing Gai Nie couldn't tolerate it any longer.

He flicked his wrist lightly, preparing to fling the Pixiu away.

"Haha! Shixiong, I said you have the compassion of a woman, and you still don't understand to this day?"

At this moment, Weizhuang had already closed in, his Shark Tooth Sword slashing toward the wrist of Hearing Gai Nie's sword hand.

If Hearing Gai Nie wanted to save the Yuan Hong Sword, then no matter what, he couldn't dodge this slash from the Shark Tooth Sword.

But if he dodged Weizhuang's slash, then the Yuan Hong Sword probably wouldn't even leave scraps.

At the critical moment, Hearing Gai Nie hardened his heart.

Since the Yuan Hong Sword was already gone, he absolutely could not lose to Weizhuang.

His sword intent stirred, and his momentum suddenly surged.

He reversed the sword hilt, and a stream of true essence shot out from his palm, directly flinging the Pixiu away.

Then, holding the broken sword, instead of retreating he advanced, and in a flash dodged Weizhuang's slash.

In the span of Weizhuang's astonishment, he had already reached Weizhuang's side.

The broken sword shifted and pressed against Weizhuang's throat.

"You lose..."

Even under such unfavorable circumstances, with half the Yuan Hong Sword gnawed away by the Pixiu, Hearing Gai Nie still achieved a miraculous victory with this broken remnant of a sword.

"This is impossible..."

Wei Zhuang was also somewhat baffled.

Gai Nian's move just now—he truly had never seen it before.

But he could faintly tell that this move was still one of the Vertical Sword Art.

Only this move was not Hundred Steps Flying Sword—what was the reason?

"Nothing is impossible, Xiao Zhuang, you've lost…"

Gai Nian sighed, preparing to say something.

Unexpectedly, Wei Zhuang suddenly struck again, ignoring the broken sword at his throat, and threw himself bodily into Gai Nian's arms.

"Xiao Zhuang…"

Though Gai Nian was the inheritor of the Vertical Sword Art, in theory he was supposed to be Wei Zhuang's enemy for life.

But when the moment came, he could not bring himself to strike.

Clearly, Wei Zhuang had rushed in without regard for life or death—one light shake and Wei Zhuang would have perished here.

Yet compassion stirred in his heart, and he simply could not bring himself to act.

Instead, when Wei Zhuang lunged over, he actually sheathed the broken half of the Yuan Hong Sword, as if afraid of hurting Wei Zhuang.

"Hehe! Gai Nian, you really are too soft-hearted."

Seeing that Gai Nian truly could not bring himself to act, Wei Zhuang groped at Gai Nian's chest, then rapidly retreated backward.

Retreating as he went, he still spoke.

"Sigh…"

Gai Nian saw that what Wei Zhuang had taken was precisely the Dragon Emperor's Blood he had obtained from Hearing Ying Zheng, and his heart understood at once.

What Wei Zhuang wanted, in the end, was still merely to break the seal of the Lu Li Tribe.

Just now, Gai Nian's compassion had kept him from killing Wei Zhuang with the broken sword.

At the same time, when Wei Zhuang threw himself into Gai Nian's arms, with Gai Nian unguarded, he also did not seize the chance to deliver a killing blow.

The subtlety of the two men's relationship could, indeed, be glimpsed from this.

After obtaining the Dragon Emperor's Blood, Wei Zhuang no longer paid Gai Nian any attention, and swiftly retreated to Miss Feixue's side.

At this moment, Miss Feixue was already being jointly besieged by Kumojie and Murong Fu.

Wei Zhuang suddenly charged into the battle circle at this moment; while Miss Feixue was startled, he had already used a bizarre, unfathomable movement technique to dodge her attack and strike her vital acupoint at the waist and ribs.

Afterward, Wei Zhuang tucked Miss Feixue under his arm and leaped into the sandy ground.

"Xiao Zhuang doesn't have the essence blood of a man with the Blazing Yang physique—how then can he break the seal?"

At this moment, Gai Nian did not think to pursue.