The void trembled slightly, and the shock waves transformed from air waves were like water ripples, spreading in all directions, layer upon layer, and the ripples slowly rippled.
In mid-air, one black and one white confront each other in the distance; one light and one sword collide fiercely.
The sharp air waves emitted by the shock wave made Pu Ruozhi, who was dressed in white, have his hair flying and his long robe hunting; but he did not move at all, holding the sword in both hands, clenching his teeth and slashing.
"break!"
With a loud shout, the golden long sword was seen, like a knife splitting a bamboo pole, split the bright beam of light into two, shot past both sides of the white-robed Pu Ruozhi, flew hundreds of miles in the air, and crashed into the rolling mountains.
, collapsing several mountain peaks with a loud roar!
"snort!"
Seeing this scene, the face of the black-robed Pu Ruozhi, shrouded in black mist, was not discouraged at all. He sneered and suddenly grasped his straight right hand.
Buzz...
The bright beam of light suddenly dimmed and suddenly became thicker; waves of more terrifying power then swarmed out, and the golden long sword was thrown out of the hand and thrown away high.
Bang!
The beam of light was as fast as lightning and suddenly hit the chest of Pu Ruozhi in white.
"puff..."
Pu Ruozhi, who was dressed in white, instantly spat out blood, his expression suddenly faded, and he fell backwards and flew away.
Defeated!
Pu Ruozhi's goodness was defeated by his evil!
Seeing this scene, Fang Wushang, Chu Yuntian, and Lao Chentou all stared at each other and clenched their fists.
Although they didn't say much, after understanding the difference between the two Pu Ruozhi, they naturally expected the white-clothed Pu Ruozhi to win.
Unfortunately, it backfired!
"I said, with this body, you and I are nothing more than ants!"
The black-robed Pu Ruozhi laughed ferociously at this moment, waved his right hand in the air, and directly took the golden long sword abandoned high into his hand, then lightly held the sword flower, stepped in the air, and struck out with the sword.
Whoosh!
The sword's light shot out like a rainbow, flew hundreds of meters into the air, and slashed straight at Pu Ruozhi, who was scurrying backwards in white.
"Master!"
Seeing this scene, Old Chentou immediately exclaimed, suddenly got up from the ground, and was about to rush forward.
In his heart, he obviously regards the unpossessed Pu Ruozhi in white as his true master!
"Don't go!"
Fang Wushang had quick eyes and quick hands. He jumped out in an instant, grabbed Old Chen's head, and shouted in a deep voice: "This is an illusion, it's all fake!"
"Who told you that this is fake?"
At this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly floated over.
Um?
Fang Wushang, Lao Chentou, and Chu Yuntian were all startled. They suddenly looked up and were dumbfounded.
In mid-air, I saw Pu Ruozhi in black robe turned around at some point, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised, staring at the three of them with an evil expression, and said with a cold smile: "You three ants, after watching for a long time, you should also
Enough!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his sword and struck out in the air without giving the three of them a chance to reply.
Whoa...
The world suddenly darkened, and a bright sword light shot through the sky.
The three of them felt a terrifying coercion coming down on them, and the surroundings were instantly filled with murderous intent; it was as if at this moment, there was sword intent in heaven and earth, and the world was filled with sharp light!
"escape!"
Fang Wushang gave a deep shout, turned around and ran away with the two of them.
However, as soon as Hajime turned around, he found that his legs were like lead, his back was like carrying mountains, and it was difficult for his whole body to move even half a step.
"It's over!"
Seeing the terrifying sword light approaching quickly, Fang Wushang couldn't help but cry out in sorrow.
Whoosh!
The sword light arrived in an instant, the world suddenly darkened, and the whole world instantly fell into endless darkness!
...
"Nine Flower Sword?"
"How could there be Jiuhua Sword on the Dongxu Monster?"
Between the gray sky and the earth, Ye Wushuang stood in the air, looking at the golden sword that gradually became clear among the ashes, muttering to himself, looking stunned.
As the former Wushuang Sword Emperor, countless people in the entire Tianjian Continent would take his name and pretend to be his disciples. For this reason, when Ye Wushuang accepted his disciples, he used to give him a weapon of his own.
, as a symbol of discipleship.
And this Jiuhua Sword was the status symbol given to him when he accepted Pu Ruozhi as his disciple!
The weapons in Tianjian Continent are divided into four levels: ordinary, spiritual, and precious. Among them, three types of weapons, namely ordinary, spiritual, and precious, can change their owners. Only this immortal weapon requires a drop of blood to recognize it; and once the owner is recognized, unless he holds
If the person dies, it will never be able to be used by others, let alone be taken into the body to be nourished by others.
Although the Jiuhua Sword is only a high-level spiritual weapon, it was refined by him using a secret method, and it also has the ability to identify its master with a drop of blood. It is precisely for this reason that it was given to Pu Ruozhi by Ye Wushuang as a status symbol.
In other words, unless Pu Ruozhi is dead; otherwise, it is impossible for this Jiuhua Sword to be used by others!
But now, why does this Jiuhua Sword appear in the body of the Dongxu Warcraft?
Could it be...
"No, this is impossible!"
A terrifying possibility appeared in Ye Wushuang's mind, and he hurriedly stepped out, landed in the air, raised his hand to hold the Jiuhua Sword in his hand, and looked up and down.
"Jiuhua Sword, really Jiuhua Sword!"
"No, this is impossible, how is this possible?"
Looking at the golden sword in his hand, Ye Wushuang was completely dumbfounded.
The Jiuhua Sword was one of the many weapons he personally refined in the past, so he was naturally very familiar with it and could distinguish the true from the false.
But if this Jiuhua Sword is real, wouldn't Pu Ruozhi, who was burned to death by him just now with elixir fire, also be real?
He personally killed his close disciple?
"No, it's impossible!"
"This is impossible!"
"How could I kill Xiaojiu with my own hands?"
"Fake, this must be fake!"
Low roars came out from Ye Wushuang's mouth; he didn't dare to think deeply, he didn't dare to believe that this was true, but his body was trembling faintly, and his eyes were fixed on the humanoid ashes in front of him.
His consciousness was in a trance.
But at this moment, the void three meters behind Ye Wushuang's head suddenly distorted, and a transparent human-shaped shadow emerged silently and pounced on Ye Wushuang!
...
"Fang...Dean Fang, I...we, it seems we are not dead?"
Slowly, in the darkness where I couldn't see my fingers, Chu Yuntian's trembling voice quietly sounded.
Not dead?
After hearing this, Fang Wushang slowly opened his eyes. Although it was dark, there was a cool breeze blowing over his cheeks; a strong earthy smell came from the pavement.
"Where is this? Hey, why is the sword wound on my chest gone?"
In the darkness, Old Chen's surprised voice suddenly sounded.
Fang Wushang did not make a sound, but looked around suspiciously; unfortunately, the surroundings were too dark, he could not see his fingers, and his vision was extremely poor.
He could only stretch out his hands and carefully explore the sides.
Soon, he touched the hard stone wall, which was cold to his touch and had many pits and pits; it seemed that it had been torn apart rather than cut manually.
It's a corridor!
The tunnel of the underground cave!
Fang Wushang suddenly woke up, but immediately frowned.
They seem to be out of the illusion?
But, why?
In that illusion, they clearly had no power to resist; how could they come out so easily?
"Ahem..."
At this moment, a violent coughing sound echoed.
Immediately afterwards, there was the surprised and excited voice of Old Chentou: "Master, are you awake? Great, you are finally awake!"
"Ahem...Xiaohai?"
A weak and old voice sounded, full of doubts and confusion.
"It's me, Master, it's me, Xiaohai..."
Lao Chentou's crying voice sounded, and he choked with sobs: "Master, you finally woke up. I thought... I thought I would never see you again in this life!"
"Ahem, silly boy... It's okay for me to be a teacher, it's okay; thanks to the illusion just now, I woke up from my deep sleep."
The old voice sounded again, and he said slowly: "I just didn't expect that after so many years, that guy is still here..."
"By the way, are you all okay? The Dongxu Monster was born from the demon body Dongxu. It is not a creature of this world, so it has no entity and is not tyrannical. However, it has extremely terrifying confusion skills. Once it is trapped in it,
, it’s easy to lose your mind.”
"Just now, although I broke through the illusion in time, I was still too weak after all. Whether I can wake you all up is yet to be seen...Pfft..."
Before he finished speaking, a sound of vomiting blood suddenly sounded.
"Master, Master, are you okay?"
Old Chentou said anxiously: "Stop talking and take a break; we are fine, we are all fine!"
Hearing this, Fang Wushang came to his senses completely. He hurriedly bowed towards the source of the sound and said respectfully: "Thank you for your concern, Master Pu. The juniors are fine!"
"Yes, we are fine!"
Chu Yuntian also said hurriedly: "Master Pu, you'd better have a good rest and stop talking..."
"Roar~"
Before Chu Yuntian could finish speaking, a dragon roar suddenly sounded.
Immediately afterwards, eight points of red light suddenly appeared in the dark field of vision and expanded rapidly. In an instant, the entire underground space was illuminated with blood-red light, and the darkness was dispelled!
In the corridor, Fang Wushang and Chu Yuntian stood upright, one behind the other. Between the two of them, Lao Chentou was squatting on the ground, hugging his head of white hair tightly, his breath was weak, and there was still a touch of bright red Pu Ruozhi at the corner of his mouth.
.
However, Pu Ruozhi was no longer unconscious at this time. He narrowed his eyes slightly and kept looking at the two of them and their surroundings, as if he was recalling something.
"Master Pu!"
"Master Pu!"
Under the flickering red light, Fang Wushang, who saw the scene clearly, and Chu Yuntian immediately raised their hands and saluted.
But Pu Ruozhi did not respond to the two of them. Instead, he turned his head slightly, and with slightly narrowed eyes, he looked past Fang Wushang and looked directly towards the underground cave outside the corridor.
There, all the densely packed stalactites were broken and scattered on the ground; eight scaleless dragons, shining with blood-red light and with faintly visible blood vessels throughout their bodies, were hovering around a huge, furry bull-headed corpse.
"Blood dragon?"
Pu Ruozhi raised his eyebrows, a flash of surprise flashed across his pale face, and asked weakly: "Who among you activated the Eight Desolate Dragon Formation?"
"It's Young Master, Young Master Ye Wushuang!"
Old Chentou replied softly: "Master, thank you for bringing you here, otherwise..."
"The demon body is hollow!"
Before Lao Chentou could finish his words, Pu Ruozhi, who was originally dying, suddenly sat up and stared at the bull-headed corpse surrounded by the giant dragon, his eyes wide open.
"Who opened the demon body cave?"
Upon hearing this, the three of them were stunned and couldn't help but look at each other.
I saw a palm-sized black vortex on the furry bull-headed carcass, on the broad black belly, constantly emitting traces of black light, which looked strange and terrifying.