"How impressive," she muttered. "I know you're Zhan Beiye … Hey, who's Zhan Beiye?"
Yao Xun had long lost his composure. His lips trembled as he hid behind the tree. "The devil has caught up …"
Yuan Zhaoxu's eyes flickered. He suddenly took out two human skin masks and stuck one on himself and Meng Fuyao.
Meeting Fuyao's puzzled gaze, Yuan Zhaoxu raised his eyebrows. "You don't want to be targeted by a troublesome fellow, do you?"
Meng Fuyao quickly straightened her face and raised her hand. She felt a sharp gaze shooting straight at her like a nail. At the same time, a low roar exploded like thunder. Before the roar ended, a black light flashed in the darkness, and a strong gust of wind tore through the night sky and headed straight for the three of them.
Meng Fuyao slapped Yao Xun to the ground.
By the time Yao Xun fell to the ground, the black light was already in front of them. Amidst the flickering light and shadows, there was a black spear without a blade. The spear was imbued with vigorous and abundant vital Qi. From afar, it brought along a strong gust of wind. Surprisingly, it did not shoot straight at them, but swept across their faces.
What an arrogant way of fighting!
Meng Fuyao lunged forward, drawing her sword and slapping it horizontally, hoping to deflect the spear with a little force. But before she could lunge forward, the gust of wind brought by the spear had already caused her long hair to be pulled back like a flag. She could not even open her eyes. She immediately closed her eyes, not dodging or giving way, and swung her sword viciously.
With a clang, sparks flew in all directions in the darkness. Amidst the sparks, a cold and fierce laughter could be heard. "Who dares to copy me?" His black robe billowed like a dragon and shot forward like an arrow.
When Meng Fuyao and the spear collided, the ferocious aura of the spear rushed into her chest like a tidal wave. She staggered back several steps, unable to breathe properly. Her hands and feet went limp, and she could no longer lift her sword. Just as she was feeling apprehensive, she heard a low chuckle, and with a flash of his light purple robe, Yuan Zhaoxu suddenly floated out.
He was truly floating. Meng Fuyao had never seen such a nimble and elegant movement technique before. It was like a celestial from the Nine Heavens dancing in the sky, graceful and unrestrained. It was indescribable, but it was not just a beautiful move that could not guarantee speed. Instead, it was so fast that it was like chasing light and sweeping lightning. It was as if the stars that were millions of light-years away had lit up and appeared in front of Zhan Beiye in the blink of an eye.
With a smooth arc of his hand, a silver light flashed in midair. Like a blizzard, it seemed as if a black whirlwind had covered Zhan Beiye. Zhan Beiye raised his head. His eyes shone terrifyingly bright in the bright light, like the first star rising from the western horizon. like. like a
"Good!"
Zhan Beiye's tone was filled with the excitement of meeting his match. With a wave of his arm, the spear flew back into his palm. With a shake of his hand, the bright tip of the spear was already attached. With a wave of his arm, the spear's radiance expanded to twenty feet, colliding with the thousands of snowflakes.
"Boom!"
Even the air seemed to have been shaken to the point of exploding slightly. The thousands of snowflakes flew and splashed, hitting the surrounding trees. Pa, pa, pa. Immediately, countless small deep holes appeared. Meanwhile, an invisible Gang Qi swished like an earth dragon as it flew along the ground. Wherever it passed, grass exploded and mud splashed in all directions. The ground looked as if it had been plowed by a giant sword, forming a deep trench. It only stopped after crashing for several zhang.
After a while, the snowflakes stopped and the spear stopped.
Yuan Zhaoxu, who was within the range of the snowflakes, did not retreat. He smiled as he stood on the tip of a branch. Even though the wind was fierce, he and the branch beneath his feet did not budge an inch.
Zhan Beiye dragged his spear and stood proudly under the tree. The mud that was blown away by the Gang Qi did not even touch him.
Meng Fuyao stood a few feet away, her eyes fixed and her mind agitated as she thought about the move just now. All along, she had vaguely felt that the fourth level of "Cleaving Nine Heavens" that she had borrowed Yuan Zhaoxu's strength to break through had always been a little superficial. She knew that this was because borrowing strength was ultimately not as dependable as self-training. She had always been vexed about it, but now, it was as if she had suddenly seen the light of hope when the expert faced off against the enemy tonight. That smooth, bright, domineering, and yet effortless attack … was it the true essence of the fourth level, "Circular"?
She was in a daze. With a single thought, the true Qi in her body automatically flowed along her meridians. She was in a semi-meditative state when she vaguely heard Zhan Beiye's laughter. "Good, satisfying! Let's fight again! "
Startled, Fuyao hurriedly focused her attention to observe again. Suddenly, she felt the wind around her tighten, and her vision darkened. It was as if something had passed by at an extremely fast speed. She could even feel a faint scent of rosin as it brushed past her shoulder. Something soft and slippery brushed against her cheek, making it feel slightly cool.
Someone had passed by her? So fast? Was it a person or a ghost?
Fuyao subconsciously reached out to grab the person, but she missed. The person's figure was like a ghost, strange and mysterious. With a turn, he was already in front of Zhan Beiye. Fuyao could only vaguely hear one word. "Go!"
The next moment, the person had already turned around to attack Zhan Beiye, who had heard the commotion, for ten moves.
Fuyao's jaw dropped. The person's movements were even more agile than Yao Xun's. He was so fast that the entire forest seemed to be filled with his silhouette. His entire person had turned into a wisp of smoke and fog, nowhere and yet everywhere. He didn't even need to hold a sword with his hands. Instead, an extremely long and strangely shaped sword was placed horizontally under his elbow. Only the tip of the sword was half an inch long, and it followed his movements like a venomous snake. He didn't even need to slash or slash. Instead, all of his moves were within an inch of his elbow. All of his killer moves were completed in close range. Poking, poking, stabbing, and scraping were all natural and swift.
Zhan Beiye seemed to be unable to adapt to such a strange fighting style. When he was hit by someone at close range, his long spear lost its effect. Almost instantly, the faint black figure bolted forward, brushing past Zhan Beiye's body. Light flashed from the bottom of his elbow.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Dark red blood splattered in the dark forest, making everyone's eyes redden.
Zhan Beiye's eyes lit up even more, a raging fire burning in them. He suddenly struck out with his palm, the ferocious gust of wind so strong that the person didn't dare to take it head-on. He took three steps back and swung his arm, throwing the spear far away and nailing it into the ground with a thud. Amidst the vibrations, Zhan Beiye slowly licked the blood on his arm. Suddenly, he calmed down and smiled. "There's actually a Crouching Tiger and Hidden Dragon in Taiyuan!"
Before he could finish his smile, he shouted again. This time, he didn't use any weapons. Using his body as a sword, he charged forward!
With a whooshing sound, Yuan Zhaoxu flew down from the branch and grabbed the two who were watching the fight with their eyes glued to it. "What are you doing? What are you doing?" Meng Fuyao looked back repeatedly.
"Didn't they tell you to leave? Why are you still here? "
"What an exciting fight! It'll be a pity to miss it. Yuan Zhaoxu, don't stop me. Let me watch a little longer. Who knows, my skills might improve by leaps and bounds."
Yuan Zhaoxu didn't retort. He smiled and reached out his hand, as if to touch her. Fuyao immediately turned her head.
Only then did Yuan Zhaoxu continue, "If you stay any longer, it'll be troublesome when Zhan Beiye leaves. Don't think that victory is in your grasp just because An Mei injured Zhan Beiye. He doesn't understand that person, and Zhan Beiye only gets stronger with each setback. Whoever makes him bleed will fight to the death. An Mei won't have it easy tonight."
"How do you know …" Fuyao mumbled unhappily. Halfway through her sentence, her eyes widened. "An Mei? That's An Mei? The world's number one bloodthirsty killer? He's here? "
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