Behind Wu Shifang, a shadow of an ancient holy emperor appeared. It was made of pure purple-gold brilliance and carried extraordinary power. His eyes also turned into dazzling purple gold at the same moment. It seemed that countless swordsmanship runes were cultivated in them, ready to be revealed.

He speaks softly, and his body is covered in blood, but his majesty is not diminished.

First-class swordsmanship.

Emperor Sword.

There is no ingenious thought, it is vast, and the pure energy of heaven and earth surges with it.

He stood on the ring with the tip of the sword facing upwards. At the same time, a terrifying sword gang appeared. The Chixiao sword energy turned into the body of a real dragon circling the sword gang. His eyes were fixed on the figure in the air, and his sharp edge was pointed at Pei Xihe.

!

She stood up in the air and slashed out with a knife. It was equally simple, and the way was simple.

The cry of a three-legged divine crow, although slight, made the body of the Red Sky Sword Dragon tremble. Wu Shifang was very surprised in his heart, why his Red Sky seemed to be slightly suppressed.

This sword has been owned by him since he was born. It is a famous sword from ancient times and a sacred object of a generation. It is a pity that it was damaged. The sword spirit Red Dragon was annihilated and fell into a magic weapon. It can be with him and one day it will be restored again and return.

Divine item level.

What can suppress this sword spirit? Its former sword spirit was the true soul of a true dragon.

But putting those things aside for now, he quickly abandoned his distracting thoughts and activated the sword technique with all his heart. The light was brilliant, and the purple-gold emperor figure behind him immediately melted into the sword.

Pei Xihe felt that the sword energy surged, as if it was all-pervasive, as if it was going to pierce her entire body. Blood oozed from her pores, so her extraordinary body was covered with tiny cracks, like broken porcelain.

The divine blood surged out of her body, stabilizing her body, and her sword intent surged out, turning into a huge pure white sword.

The horizontal sword is actually somewhat similar to the sword, but it is single-edged, more domineering, and more murderous. The same goes for Pei Xihe's sword. The divine black pattern on the sky light sword flashes, and the immortal sword is pure and extreme killing.

meaning.

Bang!

The sword gang collides with the sword gang, and the magic power and spiritual power are fighting fiercely. Wu Shifang has entered the Yuanying consummation for more than ten years. It is not that he cannot touch the realm of transformation, but he is perfecting his own way in the suppressed realm.

He has been settled for a long time, and his true background is not much worse than that of Pei Xihe.

Under the majestic bombardment, both figures flew backwards. Pei Xihe and Wu Shifang were both covered in blood and their breaths were weak. In this collision, Wu Shifang obviously had the upper hand.

This is normal. He has been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for nearly a hundred years, and his understanding of the art of swordsmanship is naturally much better than that of Pei Xihe, who broke through to the art of swordsmanship in battle.

The blood hole in Pei Xihe's abdomen gradually recovered during the battle, and was almost healed, leaving only a little injury. But now, a terrifying sword mark penetrated her, almost cutting off her waist.

When the imperial sword fell on her body, almost all her flesh and bones were shattered. Wu Shifang's true combat power was enough to make ordinary people in the early stages of becoming a god retreat.

The blood of Shenwu is running wildly, emitting a large amount of life and divine brilliance, driving away the will of death and creating vitality.

Naturally, Wu Shifang was not unharmed. He was covered in blood and couldn't stop it. His true meaning of immortality made it impossible for his spiritual power to stop the injury.

The abdomen and right shoulder were all penetrated by large mouths, and all the limbs were covered with valgus flesh, dripping with blood.

This injury was lighter than that of Pei Xihe, but the problem was that his injury was difficult to heal and his strength was gradually weakening. However, Pei Xihe had a resilience that surpassed that of ordinary demon gods.

She mobilized the remaining magic power in her body, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged towards her, constantly nourishing the damaged meridians, bones and flesh, and the wound in her abdomen that almost split the person in two was gradually healing.

This is the vitality that uniquely belongs to the ancient demon gods. It is far stronger than the ancient immortals and true demons back then. That is why it can leave so much bloodline and inheritance today.

Both of them collapsed on the ground, dying, but in just a few breaths, under Wu Shifang's unbelievable eyes, the wound on Pei Xihe's waist had stopped bleeding, and his body gradually stabilized.

She reluctantly stood up and held the Tianguang knife tightly in her right hand.

"Can you admit defeat?"

The tip of the knife was slightly curved and shone with cold light. As long as Wu Shifang did not admit defeat, Pei Xihe would swing the knife without hesitation.

Of course Wu Shifang didn't want to admit defeat. He wanted to hold the sword tightly, stand up, and fight the swordsman in front of him for thousands of rounds, fighting happily, but he couldn't.

He no longer had half of his vitality, and the remaining spiritual power could only be used to maintain his life. The strange true meaning of the sword made him unable to recover, and continued to wear away his vitality, and his body was covered with blood.

His pale complexion was due to excessive blood loss. If he hadn't cultivated to the Nascent Soul, his life level would have jumped long ago. With the loss of blood, the true essence in his body would quickly regenerate new blood. Now he would have died due to blood loss.

He could no longer fight.

"I surrender."

There was no unwillingness in Wu Shifang's eyes. He looked at Pei Xihe, full of fighting spirit. His master, as the Tribulation Immortal, could always dispel the power that he couldn't get rid of. When the time comes, he would find an opportunity to fight again.

Beaten!

It was only one battle, but he clearly felt that the improvement of sword intention and sword technique was far better than years of hard training. The rapid growth in the ultimate collision simply fascinated him.

It would be better if she practiced swordsmanship, but since the path leads to the same goal, swordsmanship is not bad either.

As he fell, Fu Yuan had already appeared on the battlefield.

Pei Xihe could only notice the vague ripples in space after he appeared.

It was very strong. She could tell that he was a monk who traveled freely, but he had not yet seen immortality. A Mahayana monk, like her master, could already control the power perfectly without causing any fluctuations. It seemed that he was the city lord or the deputy city lord.

One person.

Fu Yuan spoke softly, but it seemed to fall on everyone's ears.

"Lian Ran won this competition and gained one point."

Pei Xihe used his mind to control the operation in his body and called for recovery to pause. The wounds on his waist and abdomen began to bleed faintly, and he fell to the ground again. He was covered by the divine nature of the Crow and could not see through it even if he saw immortality.

Fu Yuan suddenly thought to himself, it turned out that this female cultivator had just held on with force, and although his apprentice had a clear sword, he still lacked some experience in walking in the world.

This is called meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins.

Seeing his disciple's dumbfounded look, Fu Yuan clicked his tongue twice in his heart, and Wu Shifang was really thinking that the sword cultivator opposite was bluffing him.

Snow-white light appeared in Fu Yuan's palm, and it immediately scattered and fell on Wu Shifang and Pei Xihe.

It is the energy of life condensed from pure mana.

The immortal power in Wu Shifang's body was forcibly removed due to the gap between his realm and Tao Yun. When he regained his vitality and healed his wounds, his aura immediately stabilized and he recovered steadily.

Pei Xihe was slightly surprised by the actions of the city lord or deputy city lord in healing herself. By the time the white light dissipated, her injuries had healed by 50% to 60%, and the fatal wound on her abdomen had also been healed.

Fu Yuan looked at it with a smile: "You are all the leaders of my lotus city, do your best, the owner of this city is proud of you."

Pei Xihe nodded with a smile: "Thank you for the city."
Chapter completed!