Zhao Yuanjia was angry, and like a roaring lion, he rushed forward, and with every impact, the sound of cracks could be heard on the curtain wall.
After the formation is broken, Liu Wuxie will be tortured so hard that he will not be able to survive or die.
Just as he turned around, the sword energy arrived again, this time at a faster speed. Zhao Yuanjia wanted to dodge, but found that three sword energy, containing a hint of sword intent, locked his body.
"Tsk tsk tsk!"
There were wounds on his chest and back, and Zhao Yuanjia's black night clothes were stained red with blood.
He screamed in pain, but there was nothing he could do. Liu Wuxie was as slippery as a loach and couldn't catch him at all.
"Boy, if you have the ability to fight me openly and hide in the dark to attack me secretly, you are a coward."
Zhao Yuanjia used provocation to force Liu Wuxie to show up.
"You, a great first-level instructor, come to attack a small-time student in the middle of the night. Whoever is the most despicable is the coward."
Liu Wuxie counterattacked, his tone full of sarcasm, which made Zhao Yuanjia blush.
If word spreads about what happened tonight, he will lose his dignity and must kill Liu Wuxie.
Walking on strange steps, Zhao Yuanjia would appear behind him every time, drawing a strange arc with his short sword, which would always bring a rain of blood.
In just a dozen breaths, Zhao Yuanjia had five or six wounds on his body, which made him grimace in pain.
If he continues, he will bleed to death.
He couldn't escape, so he could only defend passively. If he knew Liu Wuxie was setting a trap in the house, he would not come to kill him.
Yesterday, Liu Wuxie had already set up a formation to prevent someone from sneaking up on him in the middle of the night. He didn't expect that the first one to sneak up on him would be Qi Ningyun's master.
Every time the sword flashed, Zhao Yuanjia would let out a scream, but the sound could not be heard. He roared to the sky in anger, and there was nothing he could do.
Frustrated!
Zhao Yuanjia was so aggrieved that he wanted to commit suicide.
He, a powerful person in the Marrow Cleansing Realm, was manipulated by a small Xiantian Realm. This kind of humiliation made him feel ashamed.
There were more than twenty wounds on his body, none of which were fatal. The most serious wound was when Liu Wuxie slashed his left face with a knife. The skin and flesh were torn, and his appearance was probably disfigured.
Zhao Yuanjia let out a roar, his aura rising steadily. This was his plan to die together. Being forced into this situation, even if he killed Liu Wuxie, it would be difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart.
At this moment, the curtain wall in front became extremely soft. He slashed it with the long sword in his hand and the curtain wall disappeared.
"The formation is missing?"
Zhao Yuanjia took a tentative step forward, and the formation that blocked him disappeared. Without the formation, he could easily kill Liu Wuxie.
"Don't blame me for being rude if you don't get out!"
Liu Wuxie's cold voice sounded from behind him, scaring Zhao Yuanjia to the point of peeing.
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