Lin Chengjin, Mu Ling and Xie Kaizhi stepped forward and divided the things into three parts and put them away. As the things were divided, the three of them were also stared at by those people.
"Come on! Quick battle and quick decision." Pei Zixuan said as he looked at the man. Taking advantage of the time to divide things, he also relaxed a little, but he wanted to keep up with the physical and spiritual power, which was impossible.
The man narrowed his eyes and stepped back with his sword in hand. The spiritual energy in his body also surged, and a fierce murderous aura emanated from him. Just the surge of energy made people feel that something was different.
Even though they both had the same Nascent Soul peak strength, this man did not hide his murderous intent from the very beginning, which made Mu Ling and the others nervous.
"call out!"
“Clang!”
When the swords collided, a sharp breath burst out, and a cold murderous aura spread. The two men flew like dragons, and murderous aura was overflowing between the flashes of swords and shadows, especially the man on the other side. Every move was deadly and intimidating, and he looked like he wanted to kill Pei Zixuan.
"This man wants to kill Zixuan!" Mu Ling said in a calm voice, looking ahead with cold eyes.
As disciples of the same four sects, they would not kill other disciples here unless there was some great hatred or grudge. However, this man was extremely vicious and cruel, and every move was fatal without leaving any room for others, which made them sweat for Mu Ling.
If he reacted a little slower, he would be dead. It was one thing to just fight now, but after a long battle, Pei Zixuan, who was already weak, was afraid that...
The sword shadow passed by and passed through the trees not far away. With a whoosh, a deep sword mark was cut on the trunk of the tree. The fallen leaves fluttered along with the sword energy vibrating in the air and slowly fell to the ground.
There was a continuous clanging sound from the two swords colliding, but after more than a dozen moves, Pei Zixuan was suppressed, and was gradually retreating in a state of embarrassment. The opponent saw the sword and took the opportunity to chase him, but a flash of sword energy passed by, and Pei Zixuan's arm was cut.
"hiss!"
He took a slight breath and felt a chill from the sword cut. The cold feeling quickly penetrated into his body like an ice cube, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
Feng Jiu, who was on the tree, saw this and narrowed her eyes slightly: "The sword is soaked in poison."
When the man held the sword, curled his lips and sneered, and rushed forward to take Pei Zixuan's life, the others retreated more than ten meters and had no time to help. Pei Zixuan was scratched by the sword, and one of his arms felt stiff and heavy, and it was difficult for him to lift it. Moreover, as the spiritual energy in his body circulated, the poison that seeped into his body accelerated its flow. Suddenly, he felt the blood rushing upwards, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"puff!"
"Big Brother!"
"Zixuan!"
“Senior Brother!”
"Big Brother!"
A few exclamations were heard, and Mu Ling and others rushed forward quickly. However, no matter how fast they were, they could not be faster than the poisoned sword in the other man's hand. Seeing that the sword was about to pierce through his forehead, at this moment, everyone saw a white shadow leaping down from the tree, and with a flick of his sleeves, the man with the sword flew out.
"Bang!"
"puff!"