After Qiu Linyuan finished speaking, his hand that was originally controlling Lin Ye suddenly released.

——Plop!

"don't want!"

"No!"

Seeing this, Cui Muchang and others' eyes were about to break.

An Jiuxiao flew away with a "leap" moment, and the Huilong sword in his hand made a low dragon roar, breaking through the air and flying towards Qiu Linyuan.

The sword energy came with the sound of dragon roars, and in an instant, sand and stones flew away. The sound of dragon roars came from a distance and became closer and closer.

The plants growing wildly on the ground seemed to want to entangle An Jiuxiao, but he quickly dodged him.

Even Zhan Yun couldn't help but exclaim when he saw this scene: "So fast!"

Among the younger generation present, he was the only one who was comparable to An Jiuxiao, and the strength of the two of them was comparable.

Before this, although they had never formally fought, they both had a certain understanding of each other's strength.

If it were An Jiuxiao before, it would be impossible to achieve such a speed.

For a moment, his speed was even comparable to Mo Wentian just now!

When An Jiuxiao's figure passed by the mutated plants, a bloody storm broke out in an instant.

After those plants mutated, the plant juice in their bodies had long turned into thick blood, emitting a disgusting odor.

Although the plant cut off by An Jiuxiao is still healing itself quickly, for some reason, the speed of self-healing is much slower than before.

"I kill you!"

An Jiuxiao's sword energy came into the air, forming a crescent white arc in the air.

After the arc was formed, it instantly turned into a translucent giant dragon, with a huge mouth towards Qiu Linyuan.

"Returning Dragon!"

An Jiuxiao shouted angrily, his sword energy swept across and went straight towards Qiu Linyuan's face.

With this blow, An Jiuxiao pulled his cultivation to the peak, and his potential was stimulated, and this sword actually had a tendency to break the realm.

Not to mention others, even Mo Wentian was a little surprised when he saw his apprentice: "Jiuxiao?"

With a breath, An Jiuxiao had already arrived at three feet from the huge pool of blood.

At this time, Qiu Linyuan, who had a expressionless face, suddenly turned around and looked at him.

"careful!"

While Mo Wentian spoke to remind him, the man flew towards An Jiuxiao, and the sword in his hand instantly rolled up a burst of sword intent.

Unfortunately, his speed is so fast that it cannot be captured by people.

But for Qiu Linyuan, it was too slow.

Before he could take action, An Jiuxiao's chest burst into blood.

Before the originally translucent giant dragon could get close to Qiu Linyuan, just as the dragon approached the blood pool, a red dragon suddenly emerged from the blood pool, directly biting the giant dragon transformed from An Jiuxiao's sword energy to pieces.

Fortunately, Mo Wentian was almost there, and the next moment he blocked An Jiuxiao and blocked a bloody tide for him.

However, because of this bloody tide, the master and the disciple were directly repelled four or five feet away by the bloody tide.

Even after landing, a trace of vermilion oozed out of Mo Wentian's mouth.

"Master!"

An Jiuxiao's chest was stained with blood. Seeing that his master was injured by him, a hint of panic appeared in his eyes.

Although he was Mo Wentian's disciple, after entering the sect, Mo Wentian personally taught him very few times.

On the contrary, the old guys on the mountain who stayed away from home taught him more, but even so, An Jiuxiao did not forget who brought him back to the mountain gate.

Most of the time, his relationship with Mo Wentian is more like a grandfather and grandson.

Mo Wentian didn’t teach him swords or his mental methods. The two of them just sat between the mountains and forests of the Qixuan Sect fishing or meditating.

Sometimes Mo Wentian would take him back to the small thatched hut where he lives, and the master and apprentice would make some side dishes together with the fish they caught today.

This old man who is too old to be older is as kind as a mountain to him.

That is not only a grace of teaching, but more of a grace of raising.

Otherwise, with An Jiuxiao's noble and arrogant nature, he would be even more domineering than Zhai Wang and others.

After all, Zhai Wang is fantastic, but he really has the strength.

So now seeing the old man being hurt for him, An Jiuxiao's guilt suddenly surged into his heart.

However, Mo Wentian just smiled and touched his head, just like when he was taken up the mountain by his master when he was a child.

Those eyes, like an ancient well, seemed to see what An Jiuxiao was thinking.

From the time he appeared to now, he showed a look of relief for the first time: "Jiuxiao, you have grown up and know what you want to do and what kind of person you want to be. I am very happy to be a teacher."

"Master, I..."

"My master is old, and I don't know how long it will take to leave the world. My time has been long enough, and it doesn't matter if I die or be injured. But you are different. You still have a long way to go, especially when you already know the path you want to go, your master even feels that it has not been so happy for you for a long time. Jiuxiao, you must understand that life and death are no different from things outside your body. If you can leave your hope to the new generation, you will die without regrets for your master."

As he said that, he patted An Jiuxiao's shoulder heavily, and his expression suddenly became much more serious: "Don't be impulsive. If you don't die, you will not be the time for your juniors to charge in the battle."

In fact, many people present were unresolved by Mo Wentian’s behavior, and some were ashamed.

Because in almost all sects, when encountering anything, young disciples are asked to go first.

It can be said to be to hone them, but it can also be said to be to use their lives as a test.

Unless there are enough people who die and cannot accept it, or when the other party is not a nameless man worthy of care, there will be a higher-level person who takes action.

As for a strong man like Mo Wentian, there is no need to mention that his existence is the key to gaining a foothold for a large sect and the reliance of a sect.

His ability to live is a wealth of the sect.

So until the last moment, a person like Mo Wentian in the sect would never take action easily.

Unless there are too many people who die, so many of them are difficult for the sect to accept, people like Mo Wentian will appear.

But Mo Wentian was different. When he noticed that a dangerous aura appeared, he immediately appeared.

And he did not let anyone test or open the way for him, and he stood up to block the fatal blow for An Jiuxiao.

When facing an existence like Qiu Linyuan, let alone being injured, even a little bit of flesh and blood may become the key to the final defeat.
Chapter completed!