"Is she the Venerable Bai Xuan whose Xuan Qi cultivation is above the Martial God level?" Hun Yuan Zi murmured in disbelief. He was speechless when he saw Feng Jiu shining brightly.
Although she was in a mess at this time, and her green clothes were stained with blood, she looked like a bunch of blooming plum blossoms from a distance, which was very conspicuous. Although her hand was hanging down weakly, at this moment, after being tempered by the third heavenly thunder, her tendons, veins and bones seemed to be restored.
Even the arm that was strangled by the Demon Lord seemed to be repaired by a ray of light slowly passing through it.
Fengjiu moved her broken hand. She lowered her head slightly and watched the light repairing her broken hand. She could faintly hear the crackling sound of the bone marrow repairing it.
"I just don't believe that the Qingfeng sword in my hand can't hurt you at all!"
Feeling that her hands could move, Fengjiu uttered a cold voice with murderous intent. She stared at the demon cultivator and threw the Qingfeng sword in her hand downward. In an instant, the Qingfeng sword transformed into dozens of identical swords that circled above her head.
Her hands moved rapidly, and the swords hovering over her head and body moved out as she whispered. With a whoosh, a flame suddenly shot up, and dozens of swords formed a sword formation and attacked forward.
The demon lord frowned slightly and waved his hand to block it with the black aura, but he found that the Qingfeng sword with flames passed through the black mist, and as the flames and the Qingfeng sword passed through, the black mist also disappeared without a trace...
The Demon Lord didn't expect Feng Jiu to be so difficult to deal with, and he had been showing mercy to her at first. But now that he saw the situation was not good, he no longer showed mercy and was murderous at every step!
“Since you insist on not going with me, I will cripple you! I will imprison you alive!” His cold voice was chilling. He formed a claw with one hand and suddenly attacked Fengjiu, intending to cripple her and leave her nowhere to escape!
Unexpectedly, Fengjiu dodged extremely quickly, and the two fought for dozens of moves in mid-air, until she couldn't dodge in time and was knocked away by his palm.
"Bang!"
"puff!"
There was a loud sound of a heavy blow, and Fengjiu spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backwards, losing her balance. Fortunately, Hunyuanzi behind her helped her up.
"No more fighting!"
Hun Yuan Zi stared at Feng Jiu with a serious expression: "If you continue to fight, your body will not be able to bear it. Besides, there will be no winner if we continue to fight here! Now that he has set his sights on you, don't worry about the affairs of the Xingyun Immortal Sect anymore. Let's go!"
He originally thought that Fengjiu could definitely deal with the Demon Lord, but he never expected that the Demon Lord, who was already an Immortal Emperor a hundred years ago, would become so much stronger today.
Fengjiu felt a dull pain in her chest after being hit by that palm. She covered her chest and groaned, saying, "I have to fight even if I can't bear it! If I stop, he will never give up!"
To this demon cultivator, the life and death of others has nothing to do with him. Even if a demon cultivator under his command dies, it will not stir up any emotion in him at all.
At this time, Fengjiu, who was fighting with the Demon Lord here, did not know that at some distance away, a black figure was coming towards them with his hands behind his back and a sword.
The black robe was flowing, and the handsome and resolute face could not hide his eagerness to return home. If Feng Jiu saw him, she would know that this person was Xuanyuan Moze, whom she had not seen for more than a year and had no news about...