"Come faster! Faster!" Bai Jile's previous calm expression was reversed, and his tone was actually a bit fanatical, "Faster! Let me see that graceful sword dance again!"
Su Baiyi cut his collar with a knife, and then roared angrily at Bai Jile.
"Come again!" Bai Jile stretched out a finger and pressed it on the cicada wing knife. With a light scratch, blood gushed out. He twisted his finger lightly, and it condensed into a crystal clear blood bead, which bounced towards Su Baiyi. Su Baiyi was unable to dodge, so he opened his mouth and bit the blood bead, then bit it hard and crushed it into pieces.
Bai Jile sighed, "The immortal and the devil are separated by a thought. Mortal, you are nothing but a shell after all."
Su Baiyi didn't understand Bai Jile's mumbling, and picked up a cicada wing knife from the ground, and then used both knives together, his movements were even more sharp and wonderful, the two knives seemed to come alive in his hands, and he became the best dancer in Shengjing City, dancing in Su Baiyi's palm. Bai Jile dodged while smiling meaningfully, with more and more bloodstains on his body, but his expression became more and more excited.
"He will definitely want to meet you." Bai Jile said something incomprehensible.
"Who is he?" Nangong Xier, who was closest to them at the moment, was the only one who heard this sentence.
"He is an immortal!" Bai Jile suddenly stretched out his palms and held Su Baiyi's hands at the same time. He pushed his body forward and knocked Su Baiyi away. Then he stretched out his finger and lightly touched Su Baiyi's forehead. A stream of cold air fell from his fingertips, and Su Baiyi's eyebrows were instantly covered with frost. His whole body became extremely stiff and unable to move.
"Ah." Su Baiyi let out a painful sound.
"Follow me!" Bai Jile grabbed Su Baiyi's collar, leaped up, and rushed outside.
"Stop him." Feng Yuhan whispered.
Jiang Li hurriedly swung his sword, but was stopped by Liu Duohan's punch. Liu Duohan turned around and said, "Sect Master Feng, the matter of our Daze Mansion has not been resolved yet."
Feng Zuojun also stood up and wanted to chase after him, but he fell to the ground after taking a few steps. Xie Yuling hurried forward and supported him.
"You two are badly injured, so stay here for now. I'll go." Nangong Xier leaped up and followed.
Xie Yuling waved her hand to stop him: "But Senior Sister, you also..."
"I'm your senior sister." Nangong Xier leaped a few times and disappeared from their sight.
Bai Jile was carrying Su Baiyi, whose body was frozen stiff, through the mountains. He noticed someone chasing him, so he took off his belt, tied up Su Baiyi, then jumped and hung him on the branch in front of him. He turned around and saw Nangong Xier.
Nangong Xier hurriedly stopped with the sword in hand: "Put Su Baiyi down."
Bai Jile turned around and said, "You want to die?"
Nangong Xier reached out and pressed the hilt of the sword: "Why do you have to take Su Baiyi away? Who is the person you said wanted to see him?"
Bai Jile shook his head: "I just said that he is an immortal. And since he is an immortal, how can you ask about his name?"
"Mad man!" Nangong Xier didn't understand Bai Jile's nonsense and was about to draw her sword. She bet that Bai Jile in front of her was already at the end of his strength and was seriously injured. He might not be able to block her full-strength sword at this moment.
Bai Jile was well aware of this. Just now on the Wufang Platform, he was still concerned about the stance of the academy and had not yet killed. But at this moment, he condensed the energy in his palms and truly wanted to kill.
Just as the two were confronting each other, there was a sound of lazy footsteps on the mountain path. They turned around and saw a young Taoist priest walking towards them. The Taoist priest was wearing a dirty purple Taoist robe and a pair of bright red boots. His eyes were a little blurry, and it seemed that he only noticed Nangong Xier and the others when he was almost in front of them. He said in a dazed voice: "Oh. There's someone."
Nangong Xier looked at the Taoist's attire and asked in confusion: "Who is this Taoist priest?"
The Taoist looked at her, then at Bai Jile, then at Su Baiyi hanging on the tree, and said slowly: "Oh. Are you fighting?"
Nangong Xier didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "The Taoist priest just realized it..."
"Excuse me for disturbing you." The Taoist priest bowed and turned around to continue up the mountain, but after taking a few steps, he walked back and asked, "Can you do me a favor before the two of you fight?"
“…” Nangong Xier didn’t know how to answer.
Bai Jile looked at the two swords on the Taoist's back and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The Taoist priest continued to talk to himself: "Is there a young man named Su on the mountain? He is dressed in white and holding a sword. The sword seems to be very famous. It is called Junyu."
"Who are you!" Nangong Xier frowned.
"My name is Zhao Xiaqiu." The Taoist bowed and replied.
“Zhao Xiaqiu?” Nangong Xier was shocked. “The sword madman from Wudang Mountain, Zhao Xiaqiu?”
Zhao Xiaqiu shook his head: "I have been expelled from Wudang a long time ago. I am now in Demon City. Sword Demon, Zhao Xiaqiu."
"What do you want to do with Su Baiyi?" Nangong Xier asked.
"Su Baiyi? Oh, yes, that's his name. I just couldn't remember it." Zhao Xiaqiu nodded. "Since you know his name, I guess he might be in the mountain. I'm going up the mountain. Thank you. You helped me, and I can return the favor. This person..."
Zhao Xiaqiu turned around, and Bai Jile's whole body tensed up.
"I can kill him for you." Zhao Xia Qiu said lightly.
Nangong Xier immediately calculated in her mind. It was said that Zhao Xiaqiu, the famous sword madman, was obsessed with sword practice and killed his master and more than a dozen fellow disciples. He was eventually driven down the mountain by Wudang. Originally, with his attainments in swordsmanship, he could at least be ranked as one of the Seven Swords of Wudang. If he could make a move at this time, the seriously injured Bai Jile would definitely not be his opponent. As for why he was looking for Su Baiyi... This person is now in the Demon City, so he must not be a good person, but he seems to be not very smart, so just find a way to trick him away. Nangong Xier nodded immediately: "Okay!"
Zhao Xiaqiu slowly pulled out the two swords on his back. Nangong Xier looked at him expectantly, but was shocked: "You brought the wrong sword... didn't you?"
The two swords were black and dull, as if they were burnt. The sword heads were broken, and one of them was almost half-finished. What Zhao Xiaqiu pulled out were two broken swords!
Zhao Xiaqiu shook his head and said, "This is my sword." Then he made a starting move.
"Liang Yi Sword Classic?" Nangong Xier recognized this martial art at the first sight. This is the first sword technique that the new disciples of Wudang Mountain learn.
"The girl is very knowledgeable." Zhao Xiaqiu praised.
He is indeed a sword maniac... Nangong Xier murmured in her heart, wielding the most tattered sword and using the most useless swordsmanship, can he defeat Bai Jile, the Hand of Heaven
Bai Jile's expression was extremely solemn. Sword Demon Zhao Xiaqiu, in the Demon City, except for the Demon City Lord, was definitely in the top three in martial arts, and had always been the subject of secret investigation by Shanglin Tiangong. He said in a deep voice: "We Shanglin Tiangong and your Demon City, we don't interfere with each other..."
"Too slow." A voice sounded behind Bai Jile.
"So fast!" Nangong Xier exclaimed.
Zhao Xiaqiu swung his two swords at Bai Jile, who blocked the blow with his palms in front of his chest and was sent flying. He crashed into more than a dozen trees before stopping. Bai Jile wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned over, and quickly went down the mountain.
Zhao Xiaqiu put away his two swords: "This man is very skilled in martial arts. This palm strike almost broke my tendons."
Nangong Xier swallowed her saliva and said, "The Taoist's swordsmanship is also very powerful."
"My swordsmanship is very ordinary. I only know the Liang Yi Sword Sutra." Zhao Xia Qiu jumped down from the branch and walked up the mountain, but after a few steps he suddenly turned around and walked back.
Nangong Xier, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, became nervous again: "What's wrong?"
Zhao Xiaqiu pointed at Su Baiyi hanging on the tree and asked in confusion: "Is this person Su Baiyi?"