Zhao Xiaqiu swallowed the potion, and the black blood flowing from his ears, nose and mouth gradually turned red. Su Baiyi breathed a sigh of relief and picked up Zhao Xiaqiu's two broken swords from the ground. Although the two swords were almost half broken, they were extremely heavy. Su Baiyi lifted them up and his whole body swayed: "Oh, why are these swords so heavy."
"It's made of Wudang iron wood and is as heavy as black iron." Zhao Xia Qiu said with difficulty.
"Master, please stop talking for now." Su Baiyi steadied himself and pointed his swords at the two people opposite him. "The most important thing right now is to drive them away first."
Crouching Tiger sneered and said, "What's the point of talking about a defeated general?"
"I am not the same person today as I was back then. Senior sister, please move aside, let me do it." Su Baiyi stepped forward and swung his two swords, using knife moves, which were exactly the Immortal Swords used on the Five Directions Stage that day.
Wohu had practiced swordsmanship since he was young, and he had even used a few pages of the Broken Moon Swordsmanship to reproduce it. He saw through Su Baiyi's swordsmanship at a glance, and he fought with Su Baiyi for several rounds. He was a little surprised, because the swordsmanship Su Baiyi used was too exquisite, and it was also a swordsmanship he had never seen before. Wohu said in a deep voice: "Where did you learn the swordsmanship from?"
"Tian Xiaoyun Realm, Sect Master Feng Yuhanfeng." Su Baiyi turned around and swung out with both swords.
Crouching Tiger raised his sword and blocked it, and then pushed Su Baiyi back: "Good swordsmanship, but it's a pity... your internal strength is not enough."
Su Baiyi's heart skipped a beat as he remembered that the situation was different from that day on the Wufang Stage. Most of Feng Yuhan's true energy in his body had been lost, and he no longer possessed the physique that reached the limit of martial arts. Naturally, he could not exert the strength that had overwhelmed the two masters of Daze Mansion that day. Fortunately, at this time, Wohu was already exhausted from the battle with Zhao Xiaqiu just now. The two fought for dozens of rounds before long, but there was no winner.
"Boy, you've made rapid progress. It's a pity that I don't have time to waste with you today, Wen Xi!" Crouching Tiger shouted.
Wen Xi took a step forward, and Nangong Xier also took a step forward, blocking Wen Xi.
"Miss Nangong." Wen Xi held the dark green umbrella above her head and said faintly, "Be careful if you block my way."
"Senior Sister, this person is full of tricks. Who knows what hidden weapons are hidden in the umbrella in his hand. Don't act rashly." Su Baiyi reminded.
Nangong Xier nodded: "Don't worry, if he doesn't make a move, I won't make a move either. What about you?"
Su Baiyi laughed loudly and said, "Wait until I get it done."
Nangong Xier smiled slightly: "Okay."
Three miles away, a man in a black robe, with messy hair and a wine gourd hanging from his waist was being pushed forward by two people. The man looked helpless: "From your description, those two are at least the deputy commanders of the fourth academy of Shanglin Palace. It's useless for me to go. If I could beat the deputy commander of Shanglin Palace, I wouldn't go to Demon City."
The two people next to them, one dressed as a scholar with a pale face, and the other dressed in red official uniform with a burly figure, were the two secret agents of Demon City who escaped from Yuelai Inn yesterday - the Ghost Scholar and the Blood Judge.
The ghost scholar smiled bitterly, "Gu Tou'er, don't pretend. Everyone knows that you are invincible in archery. Just shoot an arrow at those two people from a distance. With Zhao Tou'er's swordsmanship, let alone the deputy seat of Shanglin Tiangong, even if the chief seat or the owner of the building comes, I think I can take them down."
The Blood Judge nodded: "There is no time to lose. If we go too late, I'm afraid that Zhao Touer won't be able to handle it alone."
The man said with a sad face: "I told you I can't win." But the two people beside him didn't pay any attention to what he said. In the end, the Blood Judge simply picked up the man and rushed towards Yuelai Inn.
In Yuelai Inn, Wohu was slowly running out of strength, and Su Baiyi also felt that the true energy left by Feng Yuhan in his body was being consumed very quickly. Both of them were eager to end this duel.
"Bang, Tiger." Wohu shouted angrily, and his shirt was instantly shattered by the surging true qi. He swung his long sword horizontally and swung it towards Su Baiyi.
Su Baiyi smiled slightly, and waited for your Collapsing Tiger move. He swung his two swords, and suddenly changed his moves, and actually used a sword technique.
Wo Hu was shocked. What was this
Although Su Baiyi had been practicing swordsmanship with Feng Yuhan since he entered Tianxiaoyun Realm, he also took the time to read the fragment of swordsmanship that Jimo Huaxue left him that day. He didn't have time to practice, but at least he remembered a swordsmanship move. Now that he used it, although there was no mental method to support it, it might have a miraculous effect. As expected, Crouching Tiger was unable to respond in time, and the Collapsing Tiger move missed, and Su Baiyi's chest was cut by the sword again.
"Thank God, the sword is broken." Su Baiyi put the sword away and dropped it to the ground.
"Retreat." Wen Xi shouted in a low voice, tiptoed past Nangong Xier, reached out and grabbed Wohu's collar, and took him out.
Su Baiyi turned around and smiled: "See, senior sister, I told you I can do it." Before he could finish his words, Nangong Xier had already rushed in front of Su Baiyi, swung her sword, and knocked down a pile of silver needles.
Su Baiyi took a breath of cold air: "This Wen Xi, his methods are really vicious enough."
"Let's see how Taoist Priest Zhao is doing." Nangong Xier put away her sword and leaned over to look at Zhao Xiaqiu.
Zhao Xiaqiu smiled, a little sadly: "Thank you very much."
"You are too polite, Taoist priest." Su Baiyi helped Zhao Xiaqiu up. "Is there any disciple from Demon City nearby who can come to rescue you? Otherwise, with your injury, I am afraid you will not be able to return to Demon City."
"It doesn't matter. You are enough for me." Zhao Xiaqiu shook his head.
Su Baiyi and Nangong Xier looked at each other, and finally Su Baiyi shook his head helplessly: "Master, Master, we really don't want to go to Demon City. How about this, we will go to a nearby town to find an inn for you to stay in, you have a good rest, and my sister and I will go back. If we are destined to meet again in the future, how about it?"
"No." A voice sounded outside the inn.
When Su Baiyi looked up, he saw the Blood Judge and the Ghost Scholar pushing a man in black in. The voice as thick as a bell just now was spoken by the Blood Judge.
Nangong Xier immediately drew her sword: "You can't stop us."
The man in black turned around and looked around: "Where are those two masters?"
Zhao Xiaqiu looked at the man in black with surprise on his face: "Why are you here?"
Su Baiyi replied: "Those two were chased away by me and my senior sister."
The Blood Judge and the Ghost Scholar were both shocked: "Are you two so powerful?"
Su Baiyi waved his hand: "It's effortless. So you two want to stop us too?"
The Blood Judge hurriedly dragged the black-clothed man who was still looking around over to him: "Boss Gu, I'm counting on you!"
The man in black was startled: "Ah? Still want to fight?"