He shouted as he ran towards the Four-Que Venerable. His ridiculous appearance made everyone on and off the stage stunned. Look at him, his clothes were disheveled, his face was covered in dirt, and he ran away. How could he have the dignity of a Venerable
When Si Que, who was fighting with Xuanyuan Moze, heard this, he immediately turned around and glared: "I can hardly take care of myself, how can I take care of you!"
"Let's join forces! First, knock Fengjiu off the stage, and then deal with Xuanyuan Moze!" Mu Xin suggested.
"Well, that's a good idea." Feng Jiu, who was chasing from behind, said with a smile, looking at Mu Xin and said, "First, I'll kick you off the stage, and then I'll deal with the four missing ones."
Upon hearing this, Sique blocked Xuanyuan Moze's Xuanyuan Sword with his two swords and quickly retreated, pulling Mu Xin to his side. He looked at the two people standing together with a slight breath, his eyes passed from the sword in Xuanyuan Moze's hand and fell on Fengjiu: "Fengjiu, you..." He was interrupted by Fengjiu before he could finish his words.
"As a disciple, I cannot address the master by his name." Feng Jiu turned her eyes and looked at the two of them with a slightly raised corner of her lips: "Otherwise, as the master, we will have to teach you again."
“You, you!”
The two were so angry that they were fuming. If it were any other day, who would dare to talk back to them so impudently? As long as they lowered their faces, the disciples below would bow their heads and bow respectfully.
But now, Fengjiu, having just met them today, had already pissed them off so many times. The most annoying thing was that the two of them were not good at bickering, and once she spoke to them, they were often unable to utter a word, and could only hold back their anger.
Mu Xin came to Si Que's side and took a breath. After calming down, he stared at Feng Jiu and said, "Don't be complacent. I haven't used all my strength to fight you. I will... Why did you suddenly attack?"
His face changed, his expression filled with panic and astonishment. Before he could finish his words, Fengjiu, who was originally standing about ten meters in front of him, suddenly attacked him with a sword in her hand.
The sharp sword energy was mixed with green light, and the jumping flames at the tip of the sword made him swallow his saliva involuntarily. He thought that he was a dignified master, but he was beaten by Feng Jiu and was afraid of her. If this were to get out, how would he face people
At that moment, he also drew his weapon and rushed forward. The two swords collided with a clang and sparks flew out. At the same time, Sique also rushed forward and attacked Fengjiu from both sides with fierce attacks, trying to knock her down first and then deal with Xuanyuan Moze.
Seeing two people attacking Feng Jiu alone, Xuanyuan Moze snorted coldly, and a black figure flashed and joined the battle. The four of them fought on the stage, and the shadows of swords were reflected by the movement of their figures. Blades of air shot out from the stage, some attacked the sitting Venerable on the stage, and some attacked the disciples below the stage, scaring them so much that they gasped and broke out in a cold sweat.
During the battle, Mu Xin and Si Que only felt a strong pressure suddenly coming from Xuanyuan Moze and Feng Jiu, covering them. The soul-stirring pressure made them stagnate in that instant. It was only a short while later, they only knew that two heavy blows were heard, and the two of them were kicked directly from the stage to the stage...