The disciples of Fusheng Zuimeng Tower have begun to get restless. They never expected that in this battle to attack the mountain, they would lose several peerless masters before they even got to see the true appearance of the academy. Now even their leader Bai Jile has to go into battle personally.
"Master." Wen Xi covered his chest and retreated back into the crowd, calling out in a low voice.
"See how Bai Jile will deal with it." A low and hoarse voice responded to him.
Bai Jile took a step forward and said, "Miss Nangong, that sword strike just now consumed a lot of your energy. You won't be able to recover your energy to its full potential in at least half an hour."
Nangong Xier frowned slightly: "The strength of the sword just now, if I want, I can always strike again."
"You are still too naive." Bai Jile pointed a finger forward, and a stream of true energy drew a long groove and rushed straight towards Nangong Xier.
Li Yanqi saw the power of this finger and shouted, "Junior sister, be careful!"
"Stop!" Nangong Xier directly blocked the sword in front of her, and with a "bang", the true energy directly knocked her flying. She tried hard to raise the sword to chop back, but found that her body was somewhat out of control. She was shocked, thinking that she had underestimated the backlash brought about by the sword duel with Bai Long. At this moment, Bai Jile waved a finger at Nangong Xier in the air again.
"Junior Sister!" Zhou Zheng wanted to step forward with a sword to stop her, but as soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if all his bones were broken, and he couldn't move at all.
"Who dares to hurt my sister!" An angry shout came from the sky, and everyone looked up, but the next moment, they immediately covered their eyes. Because the knife in the sky was too bright, as dazzling as the hottest sunlight shining on the snow. The man slashed down with the knife, and directly chopped off Bai Jile's true energy.
Domineering! Fierce! Completely unreasonable!
There is only one swordsmanship like this in the world.
But why did he call Nangong Xier "Senior Sister"
“No, this is not Mo Wen.” Wen Xie whispered in the crowd, “Mo Wen’s sword light is golden.”
The man landed heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust. In the dust, everyone saw a burly figure carrying a huge long sword on his shoulder, and his voice was full of disdain: "Sure enough, the future of the academy must be saved by me."
"Hmm?" Nangong Xier snorted coldly.
"Of course, of course, we still have to rely on our senior sister to open up the situation first!" The man waved his hand, dispersing the dust, and then walked out of it, "The strongest man of this generation in the academy, Feng Zuojun, please teach me!"
"The Young Master of Tian Xiaoyun Realm." There was an uproar among the crowd.
"Tsk." Feng Zuojun seemed very dissatisfied with this title, "I already said that I am a disciple of the academy, why do you always mention my hometown?"
Bai Jile looked calm: "It seems that in your heart, the academy is more important than Tianxiaoyun Realm?"
"There's no question of big or small, good or bad. It's just that I built the academy on my own, and Tianxiaoyun Realm is the glory of my ancestors." Feng Zuojun swung his sword down and looked at Bai Jile in front of him.
"You go first, I'll recover my strength. You have to be careful, he's very strong." Nangong Xier reminded.
"Don't worry, senior sister!" Feng Zuojun could no longer hold back. After hearing Nangong Xier's words, he immediately ran towards Bai Jile waving his long sword.
"You have been living in Demon City all these years. It turns out that you learned his Ba Dao from Mo Wen." Bai Jile also jumped forward. In a flash, Hefeng Zuojun and his long sword had already exchanged three moves. "I thought that with his vision, he no longer cared about anyone inheriting his Ba Dao."
"What a pity! Since Feng Zuojun is still in the world, his peerless sword should be passed down!" Feng Zuojun swung his sword violently and threw Bai Jile out directly. In terms of strength alone, even Bai Jile could not be compared with Feng Zuojun.
Bai Jile jumped onto a nearby tree and casually broke off a branch: "Let me play with you."
"Playing with snake skin!" Feng Zuojun chased after him and chopped down the tree with one stroke. The small branch that Bai Jile tried to use as a sword was only a small piece left before he could make a move. Bai Jile dodged and fell to the ground again. Feng Zuojun didn't give him any chance to breathe and quickly caught up with him, cursing as he chased him: "Picking leaves and flying flowers, hurting people at will, do you really think you are a nobody? You think you can use a branch as a peerless sword, and don't you take my future number one sword in the world seriously?"
Bai Jile was extremely fast. Although the tyrant sword was fierce, it could not hurt him. He sneered and said, "Even if Mo Wen stood here, he would not be my opponent, let alone you."
"Come on, come quickly. Everyone can talk. Even if a Taoist or a Confucian saint is here, I, Feng Zuojun, can kill him with one sword!" Feng Zuojun cursed.
"How dare you!" Li Yanqi couldn't help but scold Feng Zuojun when he heard that he was quite disrespectful to the Confucian sage in his words.
Li Wai saw something: "This kid is smarter than before."
"Okay!" Bai Jile put his right index finger and middle finger together, found the right moment and pressed them on Feng Zuojun's blade, but then he was stunned again.
Just now, he couldn't use the Immortal's Guidance to deal with Nangong Xier, because Nangong Xier practiced the Wandao Heart Gate, the origin of the world's internal energy, and the only internal energy without flaws in the world, so he couldn't defeat her with one finger. Feng Zuojun naturally didn't know the Wandao Heart Gate, so there must be flaws in his sword energy. But the problem is - there are so many flaws this time! Bai Jile has never seen a person whose martial arts are so high, but whose internal energy can be so messy and unruly. Although there are many flaws, because it is too messy and too fast, Bai Jile can't find the "heart" with one finger.
"Are you surprised? Are you surprised?" Feng Zuojun kicked Bai Jile on the chest and kicked him out.
Bai Jile turned over in the air, and with a wave of his hand, the crane-head sword beside Baihe fell into his hand. Bai Jile landed and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. In the past few years, Feng Zuojun was the only person who hurt him. He opened his mouth and was about to speak.
"Are you going to argue again?" Feng Zuojun didn't intend to give him this chance. He flashed in front of Bai Jile with the knife in hand, "Basher's Blade: Heaven-Slaying Style!"
The long sword fell and directly knocked dozens of disciples behind Bai Jile away. Bai Jile raised his hand and used a sword to block the sword, but his whole body was pressed one foot into the ground!
"Destroy the heavens and the earth, kill the gods and the Buddhas, slay the demons and slay the immortals!" Feng Zuojun swung his long sword fiercely and directly used the Six Styles of Dominant Sword, while Bai Jile waved his sword to block. Although he was not injured by the long sword, his body was driven into the ground inch by inch like a nail, and finally half of his body was sunk into it.
"Are you going to talk enough?" Feng Zuojun stepped on Bai Jile's face.
When had Bai Jile ever suffered such an insult? He stabbed his sword downwards and flew out of the ground. He spun in the air and swung his sword at Feng Zuojun below. The sword energy turned into a dragon and was very powerful.
"It's the Dragon God Sword, be careful." Nangong Xier reminded.