I'm fine. "
Yu Shangrong did not move. He smiled faintly and said, "Look …"
He looked up at the Nether Sect's chariot in the sky.
Si Wuya glanced at it. He did not see anything special about it. He did not know what his Second Senior Brother meant by that.
Yu Shangrong continued to say.
"Eldest Senior Brother has already been injured by me. He's just putting on a strong front … After all, I'm the Junior Brother. I was just trying to save his face. "
When Si Wuya heard this, he finally understood.
He cupped his fists together and said, "That means you're more skilled, Second Senior Brother."
"It's not worth mentioning," Yu Shangrong said nonchalantly.
Meanwhile.
Yu Zhenghai returned to the flying chariot.
Hua Chongyang, Bai Yuqing, Yang Yan, and Di Qing bowed at the same time. "Welcome, cult master!"
Yu Zhenghai did not say anything. He walked into the flying chariot expressionlessly and sat on a chair in a dignified and dignified manner.
Then, a muffled groan could be heard …
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
It was not much, but it was enough to prove that the Sect Master of the greatest Fiend Cult under the heavens, Yu Zhenghai, who had defeated countless opponents, was injured.
The Four Great Protectors were horrified.
Yu Zhenghai said gruffly, "Don't tell anyone."
After saying those four words, he waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Let's go."
The flying chariot adjusted its direction.
He flew toward Zixia Mountain …
Creak, creak, creak.
The flying chariot made a strange noise.
The Nether Sect members looked to their left and right.
Hua Chongyang bowed and said, "Sect Master, the flying chariot is slightly affected, but it won't affect our flight."
Yu Zhenghai nodded.
The flying chariot sped up.
Yu Zhenghai looked out of the chariot. The sun was high in the sky, and its rays pierced through the mist. It was like a fairyland.
Hua Chongyang suddenly said, "Cult Master, did you find anything?"
"Hmm?"
The other three Protectors looked in the direction Hua Chongyang pointed.
It was a small and dark flying chariot that hung from two huge tree branches.
"Is there someone else?" Bai Yuqing was puzzled.
"Sect Master, this group of people is extremely daring. This subordinate requests to fight and kill them all." Di Qing said.
He said indifferently, "Go on."
"Eh? What's that?" Bai Yuqing saw an auspicious aura shooting toward the crashing flying chariot.
Yu Zhenghai merely glanced at the Auspicious Qi before he shifted his gaze to the top of the chariot.
Normally speaking, the higher a cultivator's cultivation, the stronger their eyesight would be if they were not obstructed. With this sweep, he saw a familiar and aged figure.
Cough, cough!
Yu Zhenghai staggered as he coughed.
Before the Four Great Protectors could see the auspicious aura clearly, they quickly turned around and revealed worried expressions. "Cult Master!"
"I'm fine … let's go!"
"Ah?"
"Return at full speed."
When Hua Chongyang saw the grim expression on his sect master's face and the coughing, he thought to himself, 'The sect master is heavily injured from his fight with Yu Shangrong. Looks like the situation doesn't look good.'
He quickly ordered, "Return at full speed!"
"Yes, Sect Leader!"
The flying chariot increased its speed and disappeared into the horizon with a creak.
…
Near the edge of the Radiant Cloud Forest.
The Fiend Temple's flying chariot could not withstand the impact of Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong's collision and was pushed back several miles.
Until it broke and landed.
"Old senior, please forgive me! Junior is incompetent! "Duan Xing was so frightened that his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly bowed and asked for forgiveness.
Lu Zhou looked at the cooldown time of the item card: 15 minutes.
In other words, it was only a quarter of an hour.
Time passed very slowly. The countdown felt as long as a year!
Duan Xing was begging for forgiveness when a subordinate pointed at the huge flying chariot in the sky and said, "Old senior, that's the Nether Sect's flying chariot!"
Lu Zhou's attention was focused on the dashboard. When he heard the voice, he hastily turned to look.
The huge flying chariot sped off into the distance.
There were still more than ten minutes left on the panel.
There were also Yu Shangrong and Si Wuya, the two rascals!
Such an intense duel.
He reckoned that both of them had suffered serious injuries.
He reckoned Si Wuya would be affected as well.
Once the time was up, it would be a good opportunity to deal with the rascal!
…
Yu Shangrong lowered his gaze and said,
"After this battle, I will live in seclusion … Junior Brother Wuya, you should leave."
Si Wuya asked in confusion, "Have you made up your mind?"
Yu Shangrong sighed softly and said, "Under the heavens, if even you can't understand me, Seventh Junior Brother, who else can I rely on? I've made up my mind. You should understand. "
After this battle.
He seemed to have comprehended something, and there were no worries in his heart.
"How are you going to explain this to Eldest Senior Brother?" Si Wuya asked.
"He's injured. The outcome is clear. He won't spar with me anymore." Yu Shangrong's tone was cold.
When Si Wuya saw Yu Shangrong's expressionless face, he said, "Second Senior Brother, I support your decision to live in seclusion, but I won't go as far as cutting off all ties with you … In the future …"
Before Yu Shangrong could finish speaking, he heard Yu Shangrong say indifferently,
"Scram."
The usually cultured and refined Yu Shangrong suddenly said, "Get lost." Si Wuya was stunned.
Si Wuya swallowed the rest of his words.
Second Senior Brother had always been gentle, modest, and polite. I've never seen Second Senior Brother say words like "get lost" to others.
No amount of words could change the situation.
It was just as Yu Shangrong had said, was there anyone who knew Yu Shangrong better than him? No.
He couldn't persuade him otherwise.
"Take care."
Si Wuya cupped his fists at Yu Shangrong before he walked into the forest.
The surroundings fell into silence.
Yu Shangrong did not leave.
After making sure there was no one around, Yu Shangrong staggered a step back.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Although he had suppressed it until now, he could not stop his surging Qi and blood.
In the end, he was injured in this battle.
Yu Shangrong sat down with his legs crossed and placed his palms on top of each other.
He circulated his Primal Qi. He had to regulate his breathing and meditate to stabilize his chaotic Qi and blood.
In just a few breaths, his Qi and blood gradually stabilized.
It was at this moment.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
A figure appeared in the forest. He had long hair and was dressed in a long robe. He held a sword in his hand as he walked toward Yu Shangrong.
Yu Shangrong opened his eyes.
He looked in the direction of the voice.
The dense foliage obscured the figure's appearance. However, Yu Shangrong could tell from the thin figure that he was a sword path elite.
"Senior Sword Devil."
The figure walked out of the forest.
He came to an area with a clear view due to the damage.
The light shone on the figure.
He was a middle-aged man with a slight beard. He was dressed in embroidered robes.
Yu Shangrong glanced at him but ignored him.
The middle-aged man was neither angry nor happy. Instead, he cupped his fists at Yu Shangrong calmly. "Yun Sect's Luo Changqing greets Senior Sword Devil." “
The newcomer was Sword Saint Luo Shisan's junior brother, one of the three Sword Freaks, Luo Changqing of the Cloud Sect.
He was also a rare Sword Dao genius in recent years.
Yu Shangrong continued to ignore them.
Instead, he dusted himself off and prepared to leave.
Luo Changqing said, "Senior Martial Brother, Sword Saint Luo Shisan, has been thinking about you ever since the battle. I came here today to exchange pointers with Senior Sword Devil. "
Yu Shangrong stopped moving.
"Sorry, you are very weak."
As if he felt that it was not enough, he added, "So weak that it's boring."
He had said the same thing to Sword Saint Luo Shisan.
There was no difference in repeating it in front of Luo Changqing.
However, Yu Shangrong was no fool.
It was only a matter of time before he appeared, but he just had to appear at this very moment … How could this be a spar?
He was just a shameless villain who took advantage of others.
"If the weak dares to challenge the strong, then they are not weak. If the strong are afraid and keep running away, then they are the true weaklings," Luo Changqing said.
Yu Shangrong said, "Forget it."
He slowly turned around, faced Luo Changqing, and said, "One month later, at the sword altar of the Yun Sect, I will kill you."
"Sorry … I don't need a month."
Zeng!
Yu Shangrong drew his sword.
Luo Changqing wielded his sword with both hands.
One divided into two, two divided into four, four divided into eight …
Hundreds of energy swords hovered in the air around him.
"Now, in Radiant Cloud Forest, I, Luo Changqing, will take your life."
Luo Changqing stomped his feet.
He leaped into the air.
The energy swords converged and shot toward Yu Shangrong.
If this had happened in the past, Yu Shangrong would have had thousands of ways to counter this move.
However, at this moment …
Yu Shangrong drew his Longevity Sword with a single hand and gathered all his remaining Primal Qi.
The blade glowed red as the Longevity Sword buzzed and vibrated.
He swung his sword decisively and cleanly.
Bam!
The instant the energy swords collided …
Luo Changqing's energy swords were completely shattered.
Their weapons collided. Yu Shangrong took three steps back.
Luo Changqing flipped in the air and fell backward.
Although he did not gain the upper hand in this exchange, he saw hope. He saw Yu Shangrong take three steps back. This was something he would not have dared to imagine in the past, but now, he was able to do it.
Luo Changqing was overjoyed.
If he could take Yu Shangrong's head today …
His name, Luo Changqing, would resound throughout Great Yan!
"Senior Sword Devil … Who do you think is weaker between us now?"
Yu Shangrong gripped his Longevity Sword tightly.
He sensed the remaining Primal Qi in his body.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Let me see the Return and Enter Three Souls! Heh … "
Luo Changqing was losing his mind.
The joy of being able to take Yu Shangrong's head was overwhelming.
Luo Changqing's sword vibrated as he gathered his energy.
A faint smile appeared on Yu Shangrong's face.
At this moment …
Auspicious Qi appeared in the skies.
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