Dusk!
Ten Mile Pavilion Station.
The battlefield was filled with corpses.
Zhao WuXian gifted the Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword he had obtained from the poisonous python to Wang Yuyan.
The poisonous python was attracted by the aura of the Soaring Serpent Gall and the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Snakes, and it swam out of the hidden deep ravine.
If not for that, it would not have been so easy for Zhao WuXian to obtain the Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword.
The Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword was extremely sharp.
Even Dugu Qiubai, who was young, couldn't completely control its sharpness, so he accidentally injured a righteous man in a duel.
That was why he abandoned her in the deep valley.
However, this sword was of the highest grade.
Low-grade Heaven Realm.
It was a divine weapon that Dugu Qiubai obtained after he became famous.
Ding! [You have gifted Wang Yuyan the Heaven Rank low-grade Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword!]
[You have triggered 1,000 times Critical Hit Return!]
[You have obtained the Heavenly Sword Divine Bone!]
Heavenly Sword Divine Bone?
Zhao WuXian raised his eyebrows slightly, but this wasn't the time to be distracted.
He glanced around.
Primordial Thirteen Limits arrived 500 feet away.
He stopped in his tracks.
He seemed to have sensed something.
The aura on his body was condensed and did not dissipate. His entire person was like a golden Buddha, and his true energy was like armor.
Situ Can, Sima Fei, and Sikong Candican had already retreated 200 feet away.
As for Wen Xuean.
Although he was stubborn, he knew that he was very weak after losing his arms.
Thus, when he shouted for Situ Can, Sima Fei, and Sikong Handican to step forward, he had already retreated 300 feet away.
When he saw Zhao WuXian pass a purple sword that was emitting a chilling sword intent to Wang Yuyan, he was shocked.
He retreated another 100 feet.
The sword was surrounded by sword qi. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary weapon.
Even though he was crazy, he knew that a gentleman would not stand under a dangerous wall.
As long as he got close to his master, he would be safe!
Wen Xuean believed that as long as Zhao WuXian hadn't lost his mind, he wouldn't dare to chase after him.
Primordial Thirteen Limits was a Grandmaster!
In fact, the reason why he said those words earlier was to deliberately provoke Zhao WuXian, Wang Yuyan, and Mu Wanqing.
Zhao WuXian had a white crane with him. If they rode on the crane, even a grandmaster would find it hard to catch up, right?
Very good!
They had been fooled!
I successfully used Taunt to stop them from escaping!
Now, his master was here!
How could they escape?
Wen Xuean felt proud in his heart.
Just as he was thinking about this.
"Be careful!"
He heard a shout.
Then, he heard a howl that sounded like a wolf's howl.""You dare?"
From the corner of his eye, he saw two figures sweeping up like the wind, sweeping up a few fallen leaves.
He was shocked.
He suddenly swayed backward like a wild goose.
This was the Qinggong of Yandang Sect.
However, in the moment of crisis, he forgot that he had already lost his arm.
The wild goose had broken its wings, so how could it fly again?
He gathered his Qi in his dantian, but it swayed in the air.
Immediately after!
The breeze carried a faint lotus-like fragrance and coldness.
He saw a purple sword light, like the purple glow of the moon after it rose.
It flashed across his eyes.
Puff!
His head flew up, and blood splattered three feet.
In midair, he revealed an extremely shocked expression. His headless and armless body.
What was going on?
Why did he fly?
No!
His head had left his body!
Boom!
He heard a thunderous roar.
He blinked his eyes with difficulty and saw a pair of fists blocking the golden Buddha fist in the air.
It was clearly a golden fist that looked like a Buddha's, but it contained a hatred that could destroy the world.
One of the thirteen ultimate techniques of Primordial Thirteen Limits, Extreme Hatred Fist!
"How is that possible?"
"Impossible! It was absolutely impossible. How could he block his master and the Grandmaster's hateful punch?”
Wen Xuean was shocked.
He understood what had happened.
Because of his momentary pride and excessive blood loss, he was in a daze.
He hadn't noticed Zhao WuXian and Wang Yuyan's attack at the first moment.
400 feet sounded far.
However, against a Xiantian expert, if he used his full strength, he could pass in the blink of an eye.
The sword-wielding Wang Yuyan attacked him.
Primordial Thirteen had wanted to save him, but was stopped by Zhao WuXian.
When his thoughts cleared up, he had already fallen into a dark vortex. Cold and fatigue assaulted him.
His head rolled twice on the ground.
His corpse fell to the ground.
Wang Yuyan still did not vent her anger. She waved her Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword twice, and sword light flashed past, splitting his corpse into three pieces.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this moment, three sharp whistles swept towards her.
"Little sister, be careful!" Mu Wanqing shouted.
The three whips danced around like vipers, all aimed at her.
The whip was as fast as lightning.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of whip shadows appeared.
Situ Can, Sima Fei, and Sikong Handicap attacked.
They were quite wary of the imposing manner Zhao WuXian displayed.
However, he did not care much about Wang Yuyan.
"Humph!"
Wang Yuyan snorted coldly. The pure yin true qi on her body churned, and a chill pervaded the air as it surged into the Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword!
When the three of them attacked, she had already seen through their weaknesses.
She suddenly brandished her sword.
The sword light was like starlight falling.
Yin!
The sound of the sword rang out.
The cold purple sword light instantly expanded.
As Wang Yuyan swung her sword, purple qi surged out.
It was like a purple icefall of the Milky Way, falling from the sky.
How powerful would a Heaven Realm low-grade sword be if it was powered by Xiantian True Qi?
Situ Can, Sima Fei, and Sikong Canren pounced over.
He instantly stopped in midair.
Kacha!
Blood stains appeared.
Their bodies split open, but no blood seeped out because even their blood was frozen by this sword.
The sky full of whip shadows was shattered into countless pieces.
The three of them picked an angry Wang Yuyan.
He had really picked the wrong opponent.
Boom! Boom!
The earth shook and thunder rumbled!
Five hundred feet away, Zhao WuXian and Primordial Thirteen exchanged blows. The two of them rolled around, their fists and palms clashing.
In the blink of an eye.
The two of them had already exchanged more than a hundred moves.
No one could see their moves clearly.
However, the ground below them had been trampled to the point that it was extremely hard. It had long since been torn apart, and the surrounding vegetation had all been broken.
After one exchange, the two figures suddenly separated.
Zhao WuXian was sent flying more than three hundred feet. His already tattered clothes were torn apart, revealing his muscular upper body.
Boom!
After he landed, he took another nine steps back.
The force from his body poured into the ground, causing the ground to crack layer by layer.
"Are you alright?"
Wang Yuyan came over and stood beside him as she asked with concern.
A trickle of blood trickled down the corner of Zhao WuXian's mouth. He looked at Primordial Thirteen Limits,"As expected of a grandmaster. He's indeed very strong!”
Primordial Thirteen Limits stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind. His aura was like a tiger as he stared at them and laughed loudly. His voice was like a great bell as he said,"I didn't expect my luck to be so good. The two types of immortal bones, Pure Yang and Pure Yin, are gathered together. The heavens are helping me, the heavens are helping me!”
Wang Yuyan held Zhao WuXian's hand and said firmly,"Mister Zhao, let's deal with him together!”
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