In the Yun Army camp, the remaining thousands of people are still guarding the depths of Langshan Mountain, because their king, Sima Luocheng, has still refused to leave.
Here, on the hillside near the north gate of Xizhou, a green shadow stood in the air, condensing energy into a sword and pointing at the man in black clothes ahead.
The green sword aura looked somewhat gorgeous in the afternoon light, which attracted admiration from all the officers and men in the army.
Lu Li, who was watching the excitement among the crowd, saw Xi Meng hiding behind a tree from a distance, with a proud smile in his eyes.
In mid-air, green shadows and mysterious clothes intertwined, and sword shadows came down with fierce energy, as if they were going to split the world apart.
The sword light was sharp, illuminating Mu Zili's already handsome face with a chill.
He condensed his energy into swords, and each sword contained a determination to kill. This battle was related to the future of his beloved, and he must not lose.
But Que Hentian's sharp claws were also aggressive and would not give in at all.
Both of them knew very well that due to the battle in the snowy cave, they were both seriously injured. It would be difficult for Mu Zili to activate the Spiritual Rhythm Technique this time, and Que Hentian's Xuanming Fire could not be used either.
Who will win in the end is indeed unknown.
Mu Zili made a little effort, and the long sword in his hand glowed brightly with green light. He swung it suddenly and stabbed Que Hentian on the right shoulder, but missed.
Just as Que Hentian was dodging, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a lilac skirt fluttering in the wind under the tree in front of him. His sword-wielding hand froze suddenly, and he could only hear a long roar in his ears, which had been blown away by Que Hentian's sharp force.
The claw scratched his right arm.
He put his feet down and walked quickly against the wind. With a flash of his eyes, he saw the figure under the tree moving slightly. He became more and more impatient. He didn't care about Que Hentian chasing behind him, and the sword energy dispersed in the wind in an instant.
"Meng'er!"
He exclaimed and his figure floated down, only to see that the lavender figure he had just seen was no longer under the tree.
He had other things on his mind, but Que Hentian pressed forward with every move, leaving him no room to breathe.
Just when Que Hentian's sharp claw was just one step away from his back, he suddenly froze. What he just saw must be an illusion cast by Que Hentian, and the purpose was just to distract him.
With this thought, his already chilly expression became even more gloomy. With a sweep of his sleeves, the giant tree in front of him rose up from the ground in just an instant, and the green leaves turned into countless sharp blades and flew toward Que Hentian behind him.
However, at this moment, the surroundings suddenly became silent, and even the sound of the wind that had been howling on the top of the mountain disappeared.
Mu Zili turned around slowly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Just now, he secretly activated the true energy in his body, which was mixed with countless leaf blades. He originally thought that even if Que Hentian could barely escape, he would definitely be injured.
Unexpectedly, Que Hentian was safe and sound, standing tall, with a contemptuous smile even hanging on the corner of his mouth.
"Mu Zili, even if we fight for three more days, we still don't know the winner. Why do you have to waste all these ten thousand years of cultivation with me? Why don't you just listen to my advice and let Meng
Girl, please follow me back to Departure!"
Hearing this, Mu Zili's face turned slightly pale. He and Que Hentian had been entangled in the snowy field for several months, and were injured by the Xuanming Fire. In fact, his spiritual power was exhausted. But in order to save Xi Meng, he had to try his best to hold on until now.
Originally, he wanted to wait for her to finish the matter in Xizhou and then find a secluded place to heal her wounds, but unexpectedly, Que Hentian pursued her closely, pressing her every step of the way.
Looking at the current situation, if he wants to protect Meng'er, it will be very difficult for him to do so on his own.
While Mu Zili was deep in thought, Que Hentian's originally stiff figure swayed slightly, his eyes darkened, and he had secretly stabilized his figure with luck.
In fact, he was not able to dodge Mu Zili's full-force blow just now. His chest and back were already wet. If it weren't for the concealment of this mysterious robe, what Mu Zili could see now would have been half blood.
people.
He is a black bird, and his eyesight and hearing are a hundred times higher than that of ordinary people. Even though he was forced to stop the bleeding by luck, he still heard a "tick-tock" sound coming into his ears from his back. Mu Zili could tell something, so he had to draw back his sleeves.
The back was arched high, and the black bird's true form was revealed in an instant. He raised his head and let out a long roar, raised his sharp claws high, and struck in the direction of where Mu Zili was standing.
Suddenly a cold light burst out between the sky and the earth, and a strong wind suddenly rose.
Mu Zili's green robe was blown by the wind and made a "swish" sound. He raised his head and looked at the cold light. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind. The green figure had flown across the sky and headed towards the clouds.
Seeing that he was about to run away, Que Hentian hurriedly chased him, but when he reached Yunxia, he suddenly remembered that he was in the same situation back then. He took his surviving clan members and fled from Beiming all the way to the human world, but they encountered the demon-subduing army in the heaven.
If Cangxuan hadn't rescued him, his Xuanniao clan would have been wiped out thousands of years ago.
When he thought of this, he folded his wings sharply and fell straight into the depths of Langshan Mountain.
When Mu Zili turned around at the top of the clouds, this scene happened to fall into his eyes. He remembered that Xi Meng was still in Langshan, and hurriedly chased after him.
But just as he was about to land, Que Hentian suddenly flipped onto his side, fluttering his wings and crashing towards Mu Zili at high speed. Mu Zili couldn't dodge for a moment, and felt a chill in his chest, probably because the old affected area was stabbed by his sharp claws again.
Already.
Before he could distract himself from looking, the folding fan in his hand had turned into a sharp sword. The sword's light was like a shadow. With a flick of Ziquehen's sky wings, he could only hear a muffled grunt from the opponent, and the tall figure had retreated more than two feet.
Looking carefully, he actually cut off Que Hentian's right wing with one stroke of his sword.
The right wing injured by him in the snowy area had not fully recovered, but it was broken by his sword today. Although Que Hentian is a down-and-out demon, he is the leader of the Xuannio clan after all.
His heart can be said to be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.
Unexpectedly, he was cut off by a mere wood spirit and passed back to the human world in the future. How could he still have the dignity to walk in the Yunshui Palace, and how could he lead his Xuanniiao tribe again?
At the moment, Que Hentian only felt ashamed and resentful. He just wanted to burn the man in green shirt in front of him to ashes in order to avenge his broken wings.
"Mu Zili! The hatred of Broken Wings is irreconcilable. Even if I can't take away the Purple Jade Butterfly today, I will kill you without a burial place!"
I heard him yelling sternly, his voice resounding over Langshan Mountain and echoing among the cliffs.
In an instant, fire poured down from the sky. In order to prevent the innocent Yun soldiers from being injured by Que Hentian's Xuanming fire, Mu Zili gathered all his strength and uprooted all the giant trees in the sky within a few miles.
, formed a huge sky curtain, blocking the flames dozens of feet high in the air.
The flames quickly engulfed the trees, and Mu Zili's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but at this moment, a scream came from his ears, "Ah!! Lu Li! What do you want to do? Let me go! Let me go..."
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Mu Zili's heart froze, and he secretly shouted that he had been tricked. Lu Li must have some plot against Simeng, otherwise how could he lure Que Hentian to Xizhou?
Seeing the flames gradually dimming, he wanted to take the opportunity to escape and save Simeng, but he didn't want Que Hentian to strike one after another, leaving him with no time to spare, so he had to secretly pray to God to protect Meng'er well.