"Be careful!" Seeing a bolt of lightning about to hit Xuan Qiu, Wuyou exclaimed in surprise.
Her exclamation attracted the attention of Jerry, who was fighting fiercely, and Nanfeng, who was watching the battle.
Looking in the direction of the sound, Nanfeng looked at Wuyou who was following behind him with an unhappy expression.
Jerry, who was attracted by Wuyou's exclamation, was momentarily distracted, causing his magic positioning to deviate. The thunder that originally hit Xuanqiu's head was narrowly avoided by Xuanqiu, who could only use the giant in his hand.
The sword blocked it.
The thick lightning broke through the protective ring of fighting energy on the sword, leaving a deep hole in the sword. High-intensity electric current flowed directly into Xuan Qiu's body along the metal sword.
The intense numbing and itching sensation caused by the electric shock made Xuan Qiu tremble all over.
Almost subconsciously, this heroic general threw down his weapon for the first time in battle.
As Xuan Qiu threw away his hand in time, the black iron sword fell heavily to the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust with a muffled sound.
Amidst the flying dust, the sword lay quietly on the ground, but the light was still shining with electricity, and the residual power of the lightning was still there. However, as it came into contact with the earth's surface, the electric current was introduced into the ground, and the electric light gradually dissipated.
Xuan Qiu froze on the spot, and the electric current instantly spread throughout his body through the hand holding the giant sword, causing him to stagnate briefly.
Not caring about his injuries, he moved his eyes away from a bloody jade pendant in his hand, and looked at Wuyou unconsciously, and met a pair of worried eyes. He felt a stinging feeling in his heart, and he immediately lowered his head.
Recalling Jessica's entrustment, a sense of powerlessness emerged from his heart, and his eyes dimmed.
Seeing Xuan Qiu narrowly avoiding the blow to the head, but still being injured, Wuyou covered her mouth in horror, fearing that she would disturb Xuan Qiu if she couldn't help but scream.
A high-level magic has just been released, and Jerry, who has been fighting, is very unwilling to do so.
Seeing an excellent opportunity appear in front of him, he was unable to pursue it because he had consumed too much magic power.
Jerry moved his gaze in the direction of Nanfeng and said dissatisfiedly: "What are you still doing? Kill this kid right away before he recovers!"
Nanfeng was very dissatisfied with the tone of Jerry's order. His eyes stayed on Wuyou behind him, so Jerry did not realize that his words had aroused the anger of the proud Emperor Nanfeng.
Upon hearing Jerry's words, Wuyou's face instantly turned pale. She thought of Graniwin's regrets and her mission here, so she took three steps at a time and came to Xuan Qiu in two steps.
Although Wuyou was scared in his heart, there was no trace of fear on his face.
She opened her hands and protected Xuan Qiu like a hen protecting its chicks.
Xuan Qiu raised his head and looked at Wuyou's back. His clenched fist hung weakly by his side, as if his whole body had lost all strength. Blood slowly flowed out, but he didn't know it.
He felt bitter in his heart. He was unable to protect the woman he loved, but instead she protected him in front of him.
Wuyou's actions made Nanfeng's face become even more ugly. His hands had long been clenched into fists, and the veins on his fists were bulging, showing that he was already on the verge of rage.
Seeing that Nan Feng had not taken action yet, Jerry seemed a little angry. He glared at Nan Feng and once again urged him to take action quickly.
But Nanfeng just looked straight at Xuanqiu who was behind Wuyou and had not yet recovered his breath, and challenged Xuanqiu with a look that every man could understand.
Seeing that Nanfeng had no intention of taking action, Jerry snorted coldly, and a low-level magic took shape in his chanting, heading towards the direction of Wuyou and Xuanqiu.
Faced with Jerry's sudden magic attack, Wuyou's face became even paler. Even though her body was trembling slightly, she still used her weak body to protect Xuan Qiu, who was still unable to move behind her.
Seeing that the lightning was about to hit him, Wuyou cursed Jerry in his heart and also complained about Graniwin's weakness.
If it were me, even though Jerry was a lightning mage, I would still be able to withstand the blow when his magic power was exhausted, but at this time, as Graniven, I could only bear it alive.
Sighing slightly, Wuyou said to Graniwin from the bottom of his heart: "Even if I can't change the outcome of the future, I can still be considered worthy of you if I can block this blow for Xuanqiu."
Thinking of being carefree, I closed my eyes and resigned myself to my fate.
However, the awaited attack never came, so Wuyou opened his eyes blankly.
A tall figure stood in front of her. It was Nanfeng. Nanfeng conjured a big sword from nowhere. Holding the sword with one hand, he easily blocked the lightning.
Wuyou and Jerry were both surprised and puzzled by Nanfeng's actions. Only Xuanqiu, who was behind Wuyou, understood that he was declaring war on himself.
As an emperor, Nanfeng could do anything for certain interests, but he was also a man, and his wife stood in front of another man. He could not accept such an insult, and that man was also his love rival.
This is a war between men, so the proud Nanfeng needs a fair showdown, and this situation is obviously inappropriate.
Jerry said to Nanfeng with anger and confusion:
"Does His Majesty want to tear up the agreement? It seems that His Majesty really doesn't take us in the Shadow Realm seriously?"
After hearing Jerry's provocative and threatening words, Nanfeng showed a sarcastic smile.
"Does the Imperial Master have no confidence in me?"
As he spoke, a terrifying aura suddenly emerged from his body. Wuyou had never seen such aura in Nanfeng before.
Wuyou always thought that Nanfeng was just an incompetent person who could only hide under the protection of the soldiers, but now that he thought about it, his previous assumptions about Nanfeng were ridiculous.
Since Nanfeng can conquer this huge empire, he must have extremely strong strength, otherwise how would he face the dangerous battlefield and endless assassinations.
But later on, more and more capable people gathered around him, so the opportunities for Nanfeng to take action became less and less. So that everyone forgot Nanfeng's true strength.
Jerry, who has a secret agreement with Nanfeng, knows Nanfeng's true power, otherwise the Shadow Realm would not just find an ordinary person in the world.
Seeing the determined expression on Nan Feng's face, Jerry also knew that he had not yet obtained the goddess scepter, so now was not the time to fall out, so he could only snort and acquiesce to the duel between Nan Feng and Xuan Qiu.
Now that the biggest resistance no longer exists, Nanfeng can seriously duel with Xuanqiu. Looking at the general not far away who has fought for him for many years, Nanfeng showed a contemptuous smile. He knew Xuanqiu's strength.
Yes, although Xuan Qiu's strategy and command are indeed slightly better, in terms of personal skills, I am very confident in defeating Xuan Qiu.
Thinking of this, Nanfeng twisted his wrist, danced a sword flower, and said with a faint smile:
"I haven't fought with anyone for a long time. I wonder if your skills are rusty?"
Xuanqiu on the other side looked at Nanfeng with a horrified expression. Like Wuyou, he had never seen Nanfeng's true strength. He only heard some stories when he first became a guard, telling about His Majesty's past.
He was so brave when he conquered the world, but he had never actually seen Nanfeng take action, so over time, he did not take these stories as one thing.
Now, the south wind suddenly picked up, and Xuan Qiu remembered the previous story, and it seemed that what he said was true.
But even if his chances of winning are slim, Xuan Qiu will not take a step back. He came here just for his beloved Graniwin. If he can't defeat the long-lost Nanfeng, then defeat the Shadow Demon.
Where does Jerry start talking? If he can't save Granowen, then what's the point of living?
Thinking of this, Xuan Qiu glanced at Wuyou, and then turned his gaze to Nanfeng. At this time, his eyes revealed a will to die, the fatigue on his body faded like a tide, and the amazing momentum emanated from him again.
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Nanfeng looked at Xuan Qiu's changes with a faint smile, not caring at all. He didn't think he would be unable to defeat Xuan Qiu, so he just stuck his sword on the ground with a calm face, waiting for Xuan Qiu to attack.
At this time, Xuan Qiu also understood that he did not have much time left. He must defeat Nan Feng and Jerry as soon as possible and rescue Graniwin to have a glimmer of hope.
Thinking of this, Xuan Qiu, who had just taken a breath, gathered the strength in his body, raised his big sword and rushed towards the south wind.
Seeing Xuan Qiu attacking him, Nanfeng didn't move at all, letting the heavy sword with monstrous momentum fall towards his head. Such behavior made Wuyou and Jerry feel frightened.
Just when Xuan Qiu thought that his attack was successful, Nan Feng leaned slightly, and the attack that was destined to win passed by Nan Feng. Only the golden fighting spirit made Nan Feng's clothes flutter slightly.
This blow used up all Xuan Qiu's strength, and the sword hit the stone slab hard with a bang. The stone slab under the sword suddenly broke into several pieces, and gravel flew for a while.
Xuan Qiu, who failed to succeed, was like a heavy punch hitting cotton. The power he had held in his body could not be released, and he vomited blood.
A missed hit also opened up Xuan Qiu's flaw. Nanfeng's mouth raised a mocking smile. He didn't even bother to use the sword to directly kill the opponent in front of him. He just raised his right hand. In an instant, Nanfeng's fist condensed with light.
It was smooth, and all the elemental power around the protection was attracted to him. These changes only happened in an instant, and then Wuyou heard the sound of the fists hitting the armor, and then saw Nanfeng hit the armor directly with a heavy fist.
Xuan Qiu's belly, and Xuan Qiu flew out like a rag doll.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Wuyou's heart skipped a beat, as if he had lost something important.
With a bang, Xuan Qiu fell heavily to the ground, raising a large amount of dust, but it still did not cover everyone's sight.
In the dust, Xuan Qiu groaned in pain a few times, and then struggled to stand up. As soon as he stood up, he kept spitting out blood from his mouth. The scarlet blood stained his clothes, and the blood flowed through the clothes to the ground.
The ground around him was also dyed red, and for a while Xuan Qiu could only be heard wheezing and coughing.
Wuyou's eyes stayed on Xuan Qiu, her expression was a little hesitant. She wanted to run to Xuan Qiu to take care of him, but she was afraid that rushing there would only drag him down, so she had to worry on the side.
At this time, Xuan Qiu was kneeling on the ground, supporting the ground with one hand and wiping the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of the other hand. He didn't dare to look at Wuyou. No one wanted to be seen in defeat by his beloved.
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Wuyou's worried eyes made his heart ache even more. Holding back the severe pain in his body, Xuan Qiu struggled to stand up from the ground, but it looked like the injury this time was definitely not serious.
Not far away, Nanfeng saw Xuan Qiu's tragic situation and did nothing. He didn't care about Xuan Qiu's breathing at all, and didn't seem to take advantage of Xuan Qiu's injury to continue attacking.
Perhaps in his opinion, Xuan Qiu is not his opponent at all, and he does not have to put down his dignity to understand Xuan Qiu in this way. If he can slowly torture Xuan Qiu, crush his self-confidence bit by bit, and make him despair,
Maybe that's what Nanfeng wants.
Thinking of this, Nan Feng showed a faint smile, raised his foot, kicked Xuan Qiu's fallen sword towards Xuan Qiu, and signaled Xuan Qiu to pick up his weapon with his eyes.
The big sword fell next to Xuan Qiu, making a clanging sound.
Xuan Qiu raised his head and saw Nan Feng looking at him with a mocking look on his face. A fierce fighting spirit surged in his heart. He clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles crackling, and he opened his right hand and grasped it.
The sword seemed to feel Xuan Qiu's anger, and the sword trembled slightly, as if in response to its master.