Chapter 2130
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[Floating like a dream] activates!
"You still want to save a cripple with a shattered Dantian?"
Zhao Xiong's mocking laughter comes from behind: "Little girl, do you think you're the reincarnation of the Immortal Doctor?"
As he speaks, a sword whistles and slashes down.
Mu Yan doesn't turn around, still playing the zither.
But from the side, a sword rushes out and directly slashes at Zhao Xiong's flying sword.
A clanging sound.
Zhao Xiong's flying sword shakes in the air, making a cracking sound and shattering.
"This is impossible!!"
Although his flying sword is not as divine as Chu Tianyou's Crimson Flame Sword, it is still a ninth-grade flying sword.
After being infused with Spiritual Energy, even the Crimson Flame Sword can't cut it.
How could this seemingly black and unremarkable sword cut his ninth-grade flying sword in half?
Zhao Xiong's eyes are fixed on the gently swaying sword.
When he sees that plain and inconspicuous sword slowly flying to the hand of the five-year-old child, he can't help but widen his eyes in shock.
So, the one who cut his ninth-grade flying sword is a five-year-old child?!
Who is he?!
However, Zhao Xiong quickly comes back to his senses.
Just now, he was really shocked.
But now he finds out that this child is very powerful, powerful enough that he shouldn't be at his age.
But in the end, his cultivation is only at the Gold Core stage (Di Ming Jue previously covered up Xiao Bao's Immortal Physique and Pseudo Immortal Realm).
One, two, three, four … ha, so what if it's four Gold Cores?
In his eyes, they are just a group of ants that can be crushed at any time.
Zhao Xiong doesn't take out another magic weapon, but directly clenches his right hand into a fist. Crackling thunder flashes around his fist.
His figure suddenly disappears, and when he reappears, he's already in front of Xiao Bao.
Xiao Bao's blue eyes suddenly widen.
At this moment, he also feels the power and terror of an Out of Body stage cultivator.
That speed, that rolling spiritual energy, makes him feel like he can topple the mountains and overturn the seas, and is unstoppable.
"Little master, retreat!!"
Bi Xie's voice comes to his ears.
Xiao Bao's figure flashes, and in the nick of time, he takes a step back and fiercely swings the Bi Xie Sword in his hand.
Boom –!
There was a violent impact, and Xiaobao was sent flying several meters away by the shockwave before he managed to stabilize himself.
The Evil-Warding Sword in his hand glowed with a dark red light.
This was the energy that Bi Xie had taken on the young mistress's attack that was beyond its limit.
Zhao Xiong did not retreat. Instead, he looked at the sword in Xiao Bao's hand in shock. "How … how could this be?! Isn't this the Bixie Sword that the Marquis has nurtured for hundreds of years? Why is it in your hands?! "
If one were to say that Zhao Xiong was greedy when he saw Bai Ze in the rain, then when he saw the Bixie Sword, he was so excited that his breathing became erratic.
Evil Warding Sword! That was the Evil Warding Sword that Master Hou had been looking forward to for hundreds of years!
Master Hou flew into a rage when he heard that the Bixie Sword was taken away and that Di Youdao was killed.
Unexpectedly, the Evil Warding Sword was in the hands of a five-year-old child. Furthermore, it was clear that it no longer had any demonic aura and could be controlled.
Zhao Xiong was so excited that his whole body was trembling. Without thinking, he reached out to grab Xiaobao.
He was going to bring this strange kid and the Evil-Warding Sword back to Master Hou.
Ding dong —!!
The light sound of the zither, like a shooting star, instantly forced Zhao Xiong to retreat.
Mu Yan, who had finished playing, slowly stood up and stood in front of Xiaobao. She said in a low voice, "Xiao Qi, bring them back to the Soaring Dragon Sect to ask for help. Things may become more troublesome."
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