The fight between the two did not last long, and the battle was even more decisive than expected.
"You lost." The man's indifferent and cold voice exploded in vain in Huang Xuan's ears.
Immediately, the cold and sharp spiritual sword held his neck mercilessly. Huang Xuan's whole body tensed up, and a wry smile appeared on his face. The spiritual energy running in the body also quietly calmed down, as if he had accepted his fate and had no intention of continuing to resist.
He never imagined that he would lose so quickly in a competition between two people who were both at the Golden Core stage. Even though the opponent is a swordsman known for his terrifying fighting prowess, he still won't be able to defeat him without any backhand strength...
"Concession."
Wen Shu smiled slightly and removed the sword blade from the opponent's neck. After a fight, he actually didn't even have his clothes in a mess. After calming down the turbulent sword intent all over his body, Wen Shu became the elegant and elegant young master in troubled times again. That kind of grace and bearing is really impressive.
Feeling that the sword blade was far away, Huang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but touch his neck with lingering fear. There was a cut made by the sharp sword energy, and warm and thick liquid was overflowing from the wound. His eyes couldn't help but fall on Wen Shu's sword-holding hand.
The hands were slender and white, with weak lines. They didn't look like they belonged to a sword cultivator at all, but more like a scholar holding a pen and dancing with ink. But who could have imagined how earth-shattering it would be when these hands hold the spiritual sword
Huang Xuan, who had just fought with him, knew all too well how much power those slightly frail hands could unleash. Thinking of this, Huang Xuan glanced at the lotus platform with some reluctance, his thoughts turned over and over again, and finally they all turned into a sigh. He silently cupped his hands in front of Wen Shu, acknowledging his defeat.
Although the Transformation Grass is precious, one must have a life to enjoy it. He smelled the extremely dangerous smell of death from Wen Shu.
Huang Xuan had no doubt that if he dared to make another mistake, the young man in white with a kind smile and a gentleman would kill him neatly and neatly with the spiritual sword in his hand at the moment he took action.
Seeing him acting like this, Wen Shu also smiled and cupped his hands, flew forward and firmly grasped the shape-shifting grass in his hand.
After touching his pet's head, Wen Shu saw him looking at her longingly... The transformation grass in his hand suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and stuffed the transformation grass into Miao Anyun's mouth. In my heart, I was looking forward to what his lovely spiritual pet would look like after it transformed.
Probably, it would be cute, right
Huang Xuan, who had not yet had time to leave, saw that the extremely precious transformation grass was casually stuffed into the round mouth of the obviously ordinary beast by Wen Shu, and his eyes almost fell out. When he came to his senses, his face trembled, and his heart ached with pain.
But no matter how distressed Huang Xuan was, how to deal with the spiritual grass was still a private matter, and he, the loser, had no right to interfere. Huang Xuan could only helplessly sigh in his heart at the waste of natural resources and speed up his departure, hoping to be out of sight and out of mind.
Feeling "without any fluctuation" in his heart, the current shit-sweeper roughly stuffed his mouth with the transformation grass. Miao Anyun glanced at Wen Shu with a particularly disgusting look, but did not waste it. She chewed the spiritual grass and swallowed it. The next moment, he bared his teeth at Wen Shu, revealing a few pointed little tiger teeth, and let out a threatening "meow".
Then his furry little head was hit and rubbed hard by the man.
Why do I always feel that my brain has degenerated into that of an ape since I became a cat... Miao Anyun, who wanted to retaliate with a paw but suddenly realized that he had done something stupid, stopped and tilted his head in confusion.
"Let's go." From the other side of the blood contract, he vaguely sensed the thoughts of his family's spiritual pet turning into a ball of yarn. Wen Shu didn't pay too much attention to it. There was a faint smile in his dark eyes, and he stuffed it casually. A piece of spiritual fruit came into Miao Anyun's mouth.
No matter what happens to his lovely spiritual pet, he always agrees with him. In this case, why should you care about this.
Unknown to her owner, who had the idea of "just be happy as long as you are happy", she felt something was stuffed in her mouth. Miao Anyun habitually opened her mouth, bit down on the fruit and swallowed it - she had been thrown into all kinds of trouble since she was picked up by her lover. Hey, now he's very used to it.
Feeling the sweetness exploding in his mouth and the abundant spiritual energy escaping from the juice, Miao Anyun smacked his mouth, squatting on his owner and continuing to debate the serious question of whether he had lost his IQ.
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The kitten squatted cautiously in a hidden place, looking out from time to time. Its golden cat eyes were covered with a layer of undisguised worry and anxiety.
Outside, a sword cultivator in white and an old man in yellow were seen fighting. Although the white-clothed sword cultivator was surrounded by awe-inspiring sword aura, he seemed to be helpless against the old man in yellow. He was at a disadvantage every time he attacked and defended. Judging from the blood that was constantly flowing out of the corners of his mouth, it seemed that he would not be able to hold on for long.
Compared with Jian Xiu's embarrassment, the old man in yellow always maintained a look of contempt, looking at Jian Xiu as if he were looking at an ant. He stood in mid-air, taking his time to watch the sword cultivator becoming more and more embarrassed under the attack of the abacus-like magic weapon.
Next to him stood a man in yellow with a respectful expression. Looking at the increasingly pale swordsman who was struggling to support himself, a sneer appeared on his face. Judging from his appearance, he looked like Huang Xuan whom he met not long ago.
Staring at Wen Shu, whose face was as golden as paper, Miao Anyun's eyes were full of worry, and she secretly hated herself for being powerless at the moment, unable to help at all.
About an hour ago, he and Wen Shu accidentally met Huang Xuan and the old man in yellow. Seeing that Huang Xuan's expression was unusually respectful, after a moment's thought, he realized that the old man was the master Huang Xuan mentioned - Taoist Yishuan in the stage of transforming into gods.
Originally, Taoist Na Yisuan just frowned when he saw Wen Shu, and seemed to have no intention of embarrassing them. But just when Wen Shu was about to leave the side hall, a sudden change occurred, and Taoist Yi Suan suddenly attacked.
"Why is my breath so familiar? It turns out to be you, little thief! I wanted to look for you later, but you came to my door yourself. This is very good, and it saves me a lot of effort!" Taoist Yisuan sneered. , the power of the transformed god poured out of his body without any reservation, pouring on Wen Shu.
"Junior doesn't know what the senior said." Wen Shu frowned slightly, and the spiritual power in his body secretly circulated to resist the pressure. He quietly put his left hand behind his back and made a very concealed gesture, "If it's for the transformation grass , the seniors should know that they are no longer with the juniors."
When Miao Anyun saw this, he immediately retreated into hiding. Even though he was young, he was actually an ancient ferocious beast. He could still avoid the detection of divine consciousness by relying on his innate magical powers.
"Junior, do you really not know?" Taoist Yisuan suppressed the sullen look on his face and asked expressionlessly. He glanced vaguely at Wen Shu's body and frowned without any trace. He actually didn't feel the breath of the immortal beast.
"Senior, please clarify."
"My disciple once said that you raised a mortal beast as a spiritual pet. I think it's very interesting. Why don't you show it to me?" Taoist Yisuan looked at Wen Shu with a half-smile, his eyes narrowed. It's a cold color.
"...I'm sorry to have to obey." After hearing these words, the crease between Wen Shu's brows deepened, and his right hand quietly rested on the hilt of the sword.
"What? Do you still want to fight me?" Taoist Yisuan sneered, his old voice full of disdain. Secretly, he sealed off this space with extreme caution, fearing that Wen Shu would bring something life-saving on him that would make him fail.
Facing Taoist Yisuan's aggressive questioning, Wen Shu pursed his lips and said nothing, but silently reached out and pulled out the spiritual sword from his waist. He naturally sensed Taoist Yisuan's small movements, but Taoist Yisuan probably couldn't guess it. He had no intention of escaping from the beginning.
Wen Shu knew very well that it was impossible for him to escape unscathed with his little spiritual pet against a monk who had reached the stage of becoming a god. If it were a direct confrontation, there would actually be some chance of winning.
"Okay, okay, you are so arrogant, today I will take action to discipline your master." Taoist Yisuan seemed to be extremely angry, and he casually summoned a magic weapon and blasted it at Wen Shu.
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After returning to his thoughts, seeing that the situation outside was becoming more and more precarious, Miao Anyun swung his tail irritably, his back arched, and he could not help but growl in his throat.
How to do! ? What can he do to help
Before Miao Anyun could think of a way, Wen Shu was the first to be unable to hold on. His face turned pale, and he flew out as if he had been hit hard. He inserted his spiritual sword into the ground to stop his retreat. Half-kneeling on the ground, he frowned, coughed a few times, and spit out a mouthful of blood. There were also several long cracks on the jade pendant on his waist.
The white clothes were stained with blood and he was in a miserable state, but there was no fear in his eyes as dark as the abyss. They were still cold and filled with only the will to fight. Wen Shu stood up expressionlessly, pulled out the spiritual sword from the ground with an indifferent expression, and pointed it at Taoist Yisuan. Instead of weakening, the sword intent in his body became stronger.
Seeing his expressionless face, Taoist Yisuan felt a chill in his heart for some reason. Suddenly, he no longer wanted to continue playing, and with a stern look on his face, he was about to kill him.
Wen Shu raised his head and looked at Taoist Yisuan indifferently. His blood-stained face looked a bit like a coquettish man who had fallen into the devil's path, and his charming peach blossom eyes flashed.
Desperate situation, this is truly desperate situation. Whether we can find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation depends on this moment.
Deep inside the palace
The young man in white who slashed the stone puppet with his sword seemed to sense something and frowned.
The woman wearing a pink palace skirt saw this and asked in a sweet voice: "Shi Yi? What, is there something wrong?"
The young man frowned and nodded, and said coldly, "I have to leave temporarily because I have something to do. I'll have to worry about the fairy here." Then he turned into a stream of light and disappeared in front of the woman's eyes.
This bad guy! The woman immediately gritted her teeth in anger, but she could only look at the remaining stone puppets in the stone room with cold eyes. The concubine-colored gauze wrapped around the white and tender arms danced in the wind, intending to vent her anger on the stone puppets.