The person who appeared was also dressed in black, but the patterns on his clothes were gold patterns.
In the Rakshasa Sect, regardless of their rank, the patterns on the clothes of all killers are silver patterns, and the gold patterns on this person's robe means that he is not a killer, but one of the highest heavenly killers of the Rakshasa Sect.
The direct descendants of the Rakshasa Sect, the real operators of the Rakshasa Sect.
And this person is the instructor who has taught Sirius since he was a child. In a sense, Sirius is a masterpiece of the instructor!
It stands to reason that the instructor is only responsible for killing killers and not for assassinations. However, Tianlang has a special status, so the Rakshasa Sect sent three killers of the same generation from the same branch to resolve the matter with the instructor. But nothing happened.
Thinking that Sirius was in danger, he actually killed three killers who came with him.
The instructor walked out of the forest, looked at Sirius intently, and said coldly: "Sirius, your performance is beyond my expectation. You have mastered such a powerful power, and you can obtain the complete inheritance of Xuanxing Sect.
As he said that, instructor Sen Han glanced at Mu Shuang casually, and said slowly: "Now, I will give you a chance to kill both of them, and return to Rakshasa Gate with me with the inheritance of Xuanxing Sect.
, I can give you a way to survive."
After hearing the instructor's words, Mu Shuang and Qingyang suddenly became nervous. Qingyang clenched his fists, his eyes full of unwillingness, looking at Sirius coldly, Mu Shuang's face became paler, and he slowly protected Qingyang.
He raised his body forward and grasped the hilt of the fairy sword tightly, the knuckles of his right hand turned blue.
Tianlang's spiritual consciousness scanned the surroundings and noticed Mu Shuang's subtle actions. He couldn't help but feel pain in his heart, but in an instant he regained his coldness. With a move of his left hand, he recalled the blood knife in his hand and stood firmly in front of the instructor, expressing his attitude with his actions.
Looking at the back of Tian Lang who was desperately defending, Mu Shuang bit her lower lip, with a trace of guilt in her eyes. The instructor's expression instantly turned cold: "Sirius, are you still unwilling to give up! I didn't want to kill you, but you
Don’t force me!”
Sirius' whole body was burning with purple flames, and his eyes were cold: "You are not sure you can beat me, you are stalling for time!"
In fact, if he really had a chance to survive, how could he not be moved, but he knew clearly that the instructor's words were all lies.
Now that I am in a weird situation, the instructor is not sure of victory, so he wants to delay time and wait for me to burn out my potential. Once my momentum is slightly weakened, the instructor will attack without hesitation.
Even if he plots his Xuanxing inheritance and does not kill himself for the time being, he will use all means to force himself to hand over the inheritance after taking himself back to the Rakshasa Sect, and then the ending will be the same!
For the Rakshasa sect, there is no second fate for defectors!!!
Although he didn't understand what his situation was at this time, Tianlang knew clearly that his condition could not be maintained for a long time and he could not waste time with the instructor. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he inserted the two swords on the ground and placed his right hand on the ground.
As soon as he raised it, a huge silver light palm suddenly appeared above the instructor's head.
In the giant light palm, blood-colored veins intertwined vertically and horizontally, burning with fierce purple flames, exuding powerful pressure and falling towards the instructor's cover.
The instructor snorted coldly, with murderous intent surging in his eyes: "Sirius, I taught you all your skills, but you still want to overturn the world!"
After finishing speaking, the instructor looked stern and raised his right hand to the sky. Suddenly, a huge blood-colored palm appeared, rushed forward, and was printed together with the giant palm transformed from the devil's palm of Sirius Da Luo.
Two giant palms collided in mid-air. Amidst the loud noise, the two giant palms shattered at the same time. The huge energy rolled out, forming a powerful circular impact that destroyed the mountains and forests within hundreds of meters.
A complete mess.
The instructor grunted and took three steps back, his face flushed. Sirius also grunted and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, but he did not take a step back. He pulled out the two swords on the ground and rushed towards the instructor.
The instructor took three steps back, but Sirius did not retreat. It was not because Sirius was stronger than the instructor, but because Sirius fought hard to withstand the huge counterattack force despite his physical injuries, thus gaining a slight advantage and directly counterattacked.
He rushed out, the two long knives were shining fiercely, one horizontally and one vertically, intersecting to form a cross shape, they were pushed out horizontally and chopped down heavily!
When it comes to cultivation, although Sirius's cultivation has increased sharply due to unknown reasons at this time, and he is approaching the completion of the pill formation, through the collision just now, Sirius already knows that even now, there is still a gap between himself and the instructor.
When it comes to spells, Sirius cannot compare with the instructors. As for magic weapons, not to mention. If it is a regular spell battle, Sirius has no chance at all. Therefore, the only chance is to attack with all his strength and fight faster.
, using the simplicity and speed of sword fighting to replace the powerful power of spells and magic weapons. Only in this way can it be possible to find a glimmer of hope.
But the instructor's reaction was not slow at all. He understood Sirius's thoughts in an instant. He sneered and waved his hand. A pair of dark iron gloves with sharp nails was put on his hands. He dodged Sirius's two swords and dodged them.
He jumped to Sirius' side, his sharp claws shone with cold light, and reached towards Sirius's waist.
Sirius stretched his arms and spun sideways in the air, avoiding the instructor's grasp. At the same time, he used the power of the rotation to swing the blade, slashing it down hard. The sharp blade collided violently with the dark iron glove, and bursts of fiery sparks flew out.
The instructor snorted coldly, his eyes sparkled, and he used his left hand to firmly grasp the blade of the star knife. He pulled it with his right hand and wiped the blade with his right hand. He walked up like a dragon and grabbed the right hand of Sirius holding the knife.
If Tianlang was really caught, he would probably have his muscles and bones broken in an instant, and what was even more terrifying would be a series of blows that would follow.
Sirius knew very well that such a close-quarters fight was actually more dangerous than a spell battle. Once one move went wrong and someone caught the flaw, the outcome could be decided in an instant, so he did not dare to be careless at all.
A flash of light flashed in Sirius's eyes, he decisively let go of the handle of the star knife, and kicked the handle hard. Suddenly, the star knife glowed with silver light and stabbed hard towards the instructor's chest.
The instructor snorted coldly, used both hands to exert force, and immediately reversed the direction in which the Star Saber was stabbed. He flung it away fiercely and inserted it into the trunk of a big tree until the hilt was missing!
In the messy battlefield, two black shadows were fighting together, inseparable, and their movements were fast and dazzling. In an instant, dozens or hundreds of moves were carried out, and each move contained hidden murderous intent. Once a flaw was revealed, it would be
An irreversible fate.
On the other side of the battlefield, Mu Shuang stood in front of Qingyang, his eyes full of anxiety, staring nervously at the two figures in the fight, his silver teeth clenched, the fairy sword in his hand shining brightly, the energy fluctuating between strong and weak, several times.
Everyone wanted to take action, but they held back.
Tianlang and the instructor were fighting each other, and they were inseparable. Their movements were so fast that people could hardly keep up with the rhythm. Mu Shuang wanted to help Tianlang, but he couldn't intervene at all. He was afraid that his sword strike would not hurt the instructor, but instead
Put Sirius into a desperate situation.
In the current situation, no one could help Sirius. Sirius was covered in magic patterns, blazing with purple flames, and was fighting fiercely with the instructor with sword after sword.
The two came from the same sect, and they were equally decisive and ruthless in their attacks. It was hard to tell the winner for a moment, and their whole bodies were already soaked in hot sweat.
As time went by, the stars on Sirius' forehead shone brightly, but the magic patterns on his body began to slowly dim. Even the flames outside his body began to become faintly unstable, and the spiritual power rushing inside his body also felt a little suffocated.
Finally, the changes that happened to Sirius showed signs of abating. The power obtained through bursting of potential was not as good as the real strength after all. Sirius's cultivation level was reduced, and his strength to resist the loops was greatly weakened, and he gradually showed his decline.
Under the circumstances, the instructor's attacks became more and more fierce, putting Sirius at a disadvantage.
Seeing that Tianlang's cultivation level had dropped sharply and that he was about to die at the claws of the instructor, Mu Shuang bit her lower lip, her face turned pale in panic, and her right hand that was holding the sword couldn't help but tremble.
But at this moment, the instructor's expression suddenly changed, and he looked coldly at the distant sky. For a moment, his expression was cloudy and uncertain.
But soon, the instructor's face returned to coldness, and the ferocious light in his eyes was strong. He violently knocked back the Sirius. He jumped up, turned into a black light, and flashed in front of Mu Shuang at an incredible speed.
With frightened eyes, he stretched out his right hand and landed hard on Mu Shuang's head.
"Sirius! I can't kill you today, but this woman must die. If you dare to betray me, your life will be worse than death!!!"
The instructor yelled fiercely, turned into a black light, rose into the sky, crushed a black jade slip, and immediately spread out, turning into a black wind and quickly escaped into the distance, disappearing in the sky in the blink of an eye.
Mu Shuang's body stood blankly on the spot, the look in his eyes gradually faded away, leaving a line of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth, dripping on his snow-white chest, shocking!
The breeze blew by, her black hair was dancing wildly, and her clothes were flying, but Mu Shuang's body slowly lay back, the sword fell powerlessly and was inserted into the ground, and the light gradually dimmed.
"Mu Shuang!!!" Tianlang was knocked back by the instructor, and kept backing up until he hit a big tree, then he stopped and watched Mu Shuang fall slowly, his eyes were about to burst, and his eyes were filled with tears.
Covered with bloodshot eyes, he let out a desperate roar: "No!"
Sirius struggled and stretched out his right hand, trying to rush forward to catch Mu Shuang, but at this moment, the purple star point on his forehead shone brightly, and the magic pattern on his body dimmed instantly, and the vertical eye magic pattern on his forehead almost disappeared.
Suddenly, a strong feeling of weakness came to his mind, he staggered and fell to his knees in the dirt.
The tidal wave of weakness quickly receded, and Sirius recovered again, but his eyes turned cold, and two sword lights rushed towards him from the distant sky.
If Tianlang still insists on going to Mu Shuang, then the two people coming from the horizon will inevitably find themselves in the current situation. There is no one to defend themselves, and they have absolutely no chance of walking out of the Morning Star Mountains alive.
But if he didn't take a look at Mu Shuang, he wouldn't even be sure of Mu Shuang's life or death, and Tianlang was really unwilling to do so.
This moment seemed like an eternity. Seeing Mu Shuang's body swaying and falling slowly, Tianlang stretched out his right hand in pain, as if he wanted to catch Mu Shuang's disappearing beauty, and struggled crazily in his mind.
, and closed his eyes in pain.
When he opened it again, Sirius's eyes were full of determination. He stretched out Mu Shuang's right hand and grasped it tightly. He glanced again at Mu Shuang, who was lying on the ground with a pale face. A look of heartache flashed in Sirius's eyes, but
Then he showed his perseverance, turned around and left without hesitation, hiding deep in the dense forest.
"Junior sister!" Seeing Mu Shuang fall slowly on his back, Qingyang was stunned. It was only then that he finally came to his senses, shouted hoarsely, and crawled to Mu Shuang's side. His eyes were blood red, and he tremblingly picked up Mu Shuang.
With his left hand, Shuang murmured in a trembling voice: "Junior sister, junior sister, don't scare me, wake up, wake up, junior sister!!!"
But Qingyang's desperate cry had no effect at all. The blood stains on the corners of Mu Shuang's mouth were shocking, his eyes opened slightly, and his energy slowly dissipated.
Qingyang's eyes were filled with despair, and tears could not help but flow out. He was seriously injured, and with sadness, he fainted directly next to Mu Shuang.
The sword light flashed, and in an instant, two foundation-building disciples appeared in front of them. Looking at the mess here, the two disciples looked surprised, especially when their eyes turned to the two figures lying on the ground.
, his expression changed drastically:
"Ah! It's Senior Brother Qingyang, and Senior Sister Mu Shuang, who dares to be so cruel at the foot of Chenxing Mountain!"
"Senior Brother Qingyang is still alive, Senior Sister Mu Shuang...she is not breathing!"
"Don't worry about it. Carry the senior brothers and sisters back to the door first, and then report it to the head!"
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The two disciples hurriedly carried Qingyang Mu Shuang on their backs, turned into two sword lights, and flew towards Chenxing Mountain, quickly disappearing into the cloud formation.
Behind a big tree, Sirius' figure slowly moved out. The magic marks on his body had long since dissipated, and he returned to normal. He stared blankly at the two sword lights, disappearing into the cloud formation, with a terrifying and cold expression on his face.
Without the infusion of spiritual power, he punched the tree trunk with a heavy punch, and blood spurted out!
Sirius's expression was indifferent and ferocious: "Immortal Rakshasa, I, Sirius, swear not to be a human being!"