At this moment, Sikong Xi was holding Sikong Nan with his left hand and Sikong Dong with his right hand. He felt a little big-headed. The three of them came to pursue Lu Xuan with full confidence. However, in one encounter, the two of them lost most of their fighting power.
Sikong Nan's situation was slightly better. Although he withstood the attacks of four formations, his fundamentals were not damaged and he could recover a lot with a little adjustment of his breathing. But Sikongdong was seriously injured this time, and he withstood the counterattack of the entire world of Fu Dao head-on. Although most of the attacks were transferred to the natal weapon through grafting, the destruction of the natal weapon had already hurt Sikong Dong's foundation. If you don't take a year and a half to recuperate, you can never recover.
"Brother, how do you feel now? How about I send someone to send you back first?" Sikong Xi said.
Si Kongdong waved his hand vigorously and said: "No need! I can't die yet, keep chasing! Lu Xuan is now completely at the end of the crossbow. As long as you catch up with him, you, the second brother, can easily take him down with your own strength!"
Seeing Sikongdong's persistence, Sikongxi said nothing more. He knew that Sikongdong was holding his breath now. He was made like this by a mere Lu Xuan. If he didn't catch Lu Xuan with his own hands, there was no way he would be willing to accept it.
However, they all saw the situation when Lu Xuan left. At least now, Sikong Xi on their side still has complete combat effectiveness, while Lu Xuan has almost lost all combat effectiveness.
Sikong Xi immediately summoned the flying treasure weapon, took Sikong Dong and the two of them and rushed towards Lu Xuan. With Lu Xuan's current situation, there was no other option except desperately escaping towards Scarlet Flame City, so Sikong Xi I'm not afraid of getting sidetracked.
Just as Lu Xuan was running away with his life, the battle between Sikong Zhengqing and Ye Ruida was coming to an end.
It has to be said that Ye Ruida's desperate fighting style brought some trouble to Sikong Zhengqing. The Shi Jue Sword, which hurt himself first and then the enemy, fully exerted its power in his hands. As the saying goes, there is nothing important except death, but Ye Ruida is not even prepared to take his life now, so what does Sikong Zhengqing have to be afraid of
Crazy attacks again and again. Being repelled again and again, Ye Ruida's performance was completely unlike that of a man over a hundred years old. I'm afraid he had never done such a crazy thing even when he was young and vigorous. But now, he is willing to give everything he has for the most talented descendant of the Ye family.
Once again knocked back by Sikong Zhengqing's punch, Ye Ruida struggled to get up from the ground, her bloody right hand still holding the sword tightly. After taking two breaths, he looked at Sikong Zhengqing and said, "Take my sword again...!"
Regardless of his injured body, Ye Ruida's figure was like lightning, and he swung his long sword, turning it into a sword light that filled the sky. Even in the current situation, Ye Ruida's strength is still not inferior. But what he is facing now is not an ordinary person after all. In Sikong Zhengqing's eyes, the power of Ye Ruida's sword was greatly reduced compared to before.
"It's over..." Sikong Zhengqing stared at the sword light in the sky and muttered to himself.
Ye Ruida was proud of having blocked him for so long on her own, but this was destined to be in vain, because Ye Ruida had no idea that he had asked Sikong Dong and others to arrest Lu Xuan. Although Sikongdong and others had messed up things before and lost the Sikong family's face, Sikong Zhengqing didn't think that Sikongdong and the others could not defeat Lu Xuan, a junior.
I saw Sikong Zhengqing stretching out his right hand, and the surrounding energy swept in, turning into a blue vortex of energy. This style is one of the unique skills of the Sikong family, Aoki Xuantian Jin!
"Rest in peace!" Sikong Zhengqing suddenly spat out his strength, and the powerful energy instantly swallowed up the sword shadow in the sky, and then struck Ye Ruida in the chest without mercy.
Seeing the energy coming, Ye Ruida tried his best to wave his long sword, trying to block Sikong Zhengqing's energy, but he persisted with the self-inflicted Ten Jue Sword until now, and he was almost exhausted, and his body's speed had already I can't keep up with the reaction speed.
"It can't be stopped... Xuan'er. Grandpa has tried his best, but you... must escape!" Seeing the powerful Qingmu Xuantian Jin coming suddenly, this last thought flashed through Ye Ruida's mind. With a thought, he completely gave up the struggle, closed his eyes and quietly waited for death to come.
boom!
A huge explosion sounded, and the Qingmu Xuantian Jin exploded completely, and the powerful energy swept across wantonly. Under the sweep of this power, Ye Ruida's body was like a small boat in the sea, without the slightest ability to resist. flew out upside down.
But at this moment, Ye Ruida opened her eyes in confusion. Why... was it different from what she imagined? He seemed to have only been affected by the remaining power of Aoki Xuantian and did not bear it head-on. Otherwise, he would have been cut off from life at this moment.
At this moment, a big hand held his back firmly, and a warm breath flowed into his body continuously along this hand. Ye Ruida's pale face was surprisingly filled with a trace of warmth. The blood-colored, oil-drained meridians once again injected a trace of vitality, as if a long drought had brought rain, making him feel extremely comfortable.
"Am I... being rescued?" A thought flashed through Ye Ruida's mind in disbelief. He immediately raised his head with great effort and looked at the person holding him.
The first thing that caught his eye was a head of wanton silver hair. A breeze blew by, blowing up the man's silver hair, finally revealing his true face in Lushan.
Ye Ruida's eyes widened suddenly, as if she couldn't believe it. She looked at it for two full breaths, and after making sure that she had seen it correctly, she slowly said: "Uncle Wenjun?!"
Ye Ruida felt that her brain was not working properly. Why did this man appear here? To be honest, his memory of Ye Wenjun has been a long time ago. When he was still very young, he had a deep memory of the heroic appearance of his great-uncle. He was known as the Sword Demon back then, and how cool and domineering he was!
Later, due to some changes, the once-all-powerful man from the Heavenly Sword Continent escaped into Jiuhua Mountain, devoted himself to studying swordsmanship, and never showed up again. As a result, Ye Ruida's memory of Ye Wenjun was almost blurred, but when he was a child, The deep impression left behind finally made him recognize it at a glance.
The person coming is none other than Sword Demon—Ye Wenjun!
Ye Wenjun tossed his hair coolly, looked at Ye Ruida and said with a smile: "Good boy, I haven't seen you in a hundred years, and you have reached such strength. Yes, you have not lost the prestige of my Ye family! But Old Ghost Sikong is from my generation. Guys, there’s no need for juniors like you to take action, so let’s rest for now, Shi Jue Sword, hehe, it’s really hard work.”
After that, Ye Wenjun waved his hand and sent Ye Ruida steadily to the ground. Taking a deep look at Ye Wenjun, Ye Ruida thought that even if he adjusted his breath with the energy transmitted by Ye Wenjun, although compared to the trauma to his body, this was just a drop in the bucket, at least... he could temporarily save his life. .
"Uncle is here, Xuan'er is saved." Ye Ruida couldn't help but reveal a smile on her face, closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing.
At this moment, Ye Wenjun finally turned around and looked directly at Sikong Zhengqing. He didn't see any movement from him, but he just stood there quietly, an arrogant and unrestrained aura naturally exuding.
The sword demon who has been hiding for a hundred years has reappeared, and his power remains unchanged, just like before! (To be continued~^~)