"Cage? With your dirty tricks? With all due respect, your scheme is not even worthy of carrying my Mu'er's shoes."
Hearing this, Zhao Wuhuan sneered and said nothing.
"Zhao Wuhuan, what on earth is going on!"
A thunderous roar came from the crowd behind, and the pressure from the extreme anger made many disciples with weak cultivation feel dizzy.
Soon, many disciples and elders retreated to make way for a passage.
A tall middle-aged man walked quickly to the front.
When he saw Ling Xiao and the messy courtyard, Zhao Wuming's eyes trembled, and his eight-foot-tall body was trembling in anger.
He originally went to Ye's house to discuss matters tonight, and hurried back after hearing the noise. Unexpectedly, what he saw was such a scene.
His eyes were blood red and filled with anger. How could Zhao Wuyu survive in this mess!
Immediately, Zhao Wuming turned his gaze to Ling Xiao in front of Zhao Wuhuan. For a moment, his eyes were split open, and Ling Xiao was locked tightly with strong murderous intent.
"It's you!"
Zhao Wuming gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice. Although it was the first time he saw Ling Xiao, he naturally knew that the young man in front of him was the source of the whole incident!
"Oh, of course it was me. I tortured your useless third brother to death with my own hands. Of course, he deserved his death!"
Ling Xiao chuckled, his expression indifferent, without a trace of fear.
"Arrogant brat!"
Zhao Wuming was furious, and the strong intention caused his muscles to swell. Under the strong force, even the air around him could hear the sound of sonic booms.
Rich yellow spiritual power continued to linger around him, and under his powerful aura, all the disciples around him hurriedly retreated ten feet.
"Be careful, his cultivation level is at the peak of virtual cultivation!" Xie Shizi warned in a deep voice.
boom!
Zhao Wuyu's figure flew out, the ground cracked, and the earth trembled. Ling Xiao was already unable to resist the waves of air brought up by just approaching him!
Ling Xiao bit the tip of his tongue secretly, his two spiritual veins running wildly, and Xuan Que also changed from one hand to two hands.
A shot of Lingtian was blasted out, but before the sword edge appeared, Zhao Wuming's iron fist was already approaching!
boom!
A figure flew out and Ling Xiao retreated three feet.
The tiger's mouth was shattered, his arms were numb, and he almost lost consciousness.
"What a strength!"
Ling Xiao couldn't help but exclaimed, Zhao Wuming's strength was not at the same level as Zhao Wuyu's!
Before Ling Xiao could take a breath, Zhao Wuming's iron fist struck out again.
Ling Xiao's eyes were like cold stars, the first level of calamity spirit veins suddenly erupted, and his whole body's spiritual power also exploded at this moment.
"Kamiwei!"
With a low roar, Xuanque swept his sword across.
boom!
The two collided again without any fanfare. A strong wind blew up for a moment, and countless spiritual energy waves rose up.
The two were in a stalemate for three breaths and separated one after another.
Zhao Wuming was fine, but Ling Xiao's internal organs were churning, and blood oozed from the corners of his lips.
"What a good boy, you can actually take one of my moves with the cultivation level of the fifth level of the First True Realm. You are really quite capable."
Zhao Wuming said sternly, although he knew that Ling Xiao's combat power span was extremely exaggerated, he did not expect that the strength of the young man in front of him had completely reached the late stage of virtual crossing, and his cultivation was only in the middle stage of primary truth!
This child must not be kept!
Zhao Wuhuan understood with his eyes, Zhao Wuming set off again, but this time, his fierce iron fist penetrated Ling Xiao's shadow directly.
The huge gap in strength and spiritual power made Ling Xiao unwilling to confront Zhao Wuming head-on, but he had not yet waited for him to stabilize his figure.
Behind him, a strong sense of crisis hit him. Ling Xiao turned around subconsciously and swung his sword backwards.
bump!
The folding fan and the iron sword collided. Zhao Wuhuan's strength was second only to Zhao Wuming in the Tiangang Sect.
Although it is an extremely ordinary folding fan, it contains immense power.
Ling Xiao's body exploded.
Zhao Wuming did not hold back and followed closely with a strike of Tiangang Seal!
Ling Xiao did not dare to be careless and fired several swords one after another before barely eliminating them.
But at this time, Zhao Wuhuan and Zhao Wuming had become two sides, and they attacked fiercely, approaching Ling Xiao's vital point!
"The realm of freedom - Kai!"
A ray of golden light flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and the world around him became silent for an instant, but Zhao Wuming and Zhao Wuhuan's offensive was only half a breath slow.
Seizing the brief opportunity, Ling Xiao used an extremely tricky angle to dodge the two men's attacks.
But just as he stabilized his body, his arms collapsed and blood flowed across the face. Under the strong force, the strong wind was actually a fatal move!
Ling Xiao did not retreat but advanced, charging straight at Zhao Wuhuan, who was at a lower level of cultivation. His sword intent was fierce, and he slashed out with a thousand blades, and hundreds of sword edges shot out of the air.
"Little tricks!"
Zhao Wuhuan sneered, opened the folding fan, and with a seemingly casual wave, an extremely powerful gust of wind gathered in front of him!
The wind's breath is like a blade, cutting hundreds of sword edges into pieces.
Zhao Wuhuan turned his fan into a sword, and his figure shot out, stabbing Ling Xiao straight away.
At this time, Ling Xiao slowly closed his eyes.
Have you given up?
Zhao Wuhuan sneered in his heart and moved faster.
But just when the folding fan was about to stab Ling Xiao, a colorless ripple vibrated in the air, weakening his attack a bit.
In the next breath, Ling Xiao's aura disappeared, a white mist appeared all over his body, the space vibrated, and the huge sword intent made Zhao Wuhuan feel a sense of being cut apart.
"Second brother, get out quickly!"
Zhao Wuming scolded angrily and moved forward suddenly.
His rich combat experience lets him know that Ling Xiao's move is by no means simple!
"Hazy Moon!"
A hoarse whisper sounded in the air, and a strong wind suddenly rose, and Ling Xiao's figure appeared directly behind Zhao Wuhuan.
Xuan Que fell at the same time, and countless sword blades roared out, forming a tornado in an instant, like a ferocious dragon, completely swallowing Zhao Wuhuan in just an instant!
"Shaking the sky!"
With an angry scolding, Zhao Wuming made a move at the same time.
His huge body doubled in size, and the spiritual energy around him became extremely manic.
A sudden punch!
The strong wind and waves have overturned the ground in front of them, and countless gravels have been crushed into powder.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Sky-shaking roars sounded one after another, and Zhao Wuming punched through the Obscure Moon sword and blocked it in front of Zhao Wuhuan.
Another punch destroyed the remaining power in front of him.
"Sect Master, be careful!"
An elder exclaimed.
Zhao Wuming felt a chill in his back, and Ling Ran's sword edge was approaching his neck!
"Well!"
With a low groan, Zhao Wuming turned around suddenly and blocked Ling Xiao's decisive blow with his bare hands!
Zhao Wuhuan made a surprise attack from below, waving his folding fan lightly and bringing up hundreds of wind blades.
At the critical moment, a roll of talisman appeared on Ling Xiao's left hand and he suddenly crushed it.
For a moment, Ling Xiao's strength surged, and he actually forcibly broke through Zhao Wuming's restraints. Then he struck out with another sword, directly shattering the wind blade and stabbing towards Zhao Wuhuan.
Zhao Wuming clenched his fists with both hands and slammed them downwards.
Ling Xiao was in pain, the sword edge deflected and pierced directly into Zhao Wuhuan's waist!
"Uh-huh!"
With a groan of pain, Zhao Wuhuan clenched his teeth and threw the folding fan in his hand at this moment!
The speed was so fast that Ling Xiao could not avoid it!
The realm of dissociation started again, Ling Xiao slashed his sword out of Zhao Wuhuan's waist, and slashed him away.
But he was also pierced by the folding fan on the shoulder, but a greater crisis had come, Zhao Wuming's fists were approaching the back of his spine!
"Dark wood!"
At the critical moment, Ling Xiao turned the edge of his sword with the force of a fallen tree and charged forward!
boom!
The earth trembled and smoke and dust rose everywhere.
Ling Xiao was violently blasted into the ground, and a huge crater of a hundred feet appeared below.
Zhao Wuming didn't give Ling Xiao time to breathe. Although his hands were cut by the sword's edge, he still punched downwards several times.
After a moment, when he could no longer sense Ling Xiao's aura, Zhao Wuming turned around and turned his attention to the injured Zhao Wuhuan.
But at this moment, a muffled sound exploded from the ground.
The big black sword pierced out, Zhao Wuming moved his body, but he couldn't dodge, and the sword penetrated his shoulder.
Zhao Wuming's eyes were split open, and he firmly restrained Xuanque with his right hand, forcing him out violently.
The powerful force caused Ling Xiao's body to fly seven feet away.
He turned around indifferently, but what he saw was Ling Xiao who staggered up from the ground again.
"You little brat!"
Zhao Wuming's face was full of anger, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.
Ling Xiao is now in a miserable state, with blood dripping all over his body, his long hair is messy, and his covered eyes still have a frightening fierce light!
With a stern smile, Ling Xiao wiped the blood from the corners of his lips.
Just after being blasted into the ground by Zhao Wuming, Ling Xiao protected Xuanque in front of him, opened up his spiritual power, and continuously resisted Zhao Wuming's blows.
Finally, he hides his breath and explodes from it, delivering a sure blow.
Looking at the dripping wound on his shoulder, Zhao Wuming was also shocked by Ling Xiao's ruthlessness. How could this young man, who was only sixteen years old, be so cruel?