Of course, what is even more brilliant is the magnificent sword light!

Ying Wuque's move is his best skill in the drizzle of the dusk!

Xue Wuxia watched this scene quietly. She didn't move at all, but the blizzard in the sky roared!

The strange blood-colored sword light was instantly buried by endless pale!

Ning Xiaoyao sighed when he saw this:

"Ying Wuque is not bad. His realm has broken through to the middle stage of the innate realm. This speed of improvement is much faster than I expected, but the result is already destined. This battle feels meaningless from the beginning."

"There is meaning." Zhang Sanfeng said softly, "We must first prove to the Heavenly Dao that this generation of Taoist people can be replaced."

Then he looked at Ning Xiaoyao deeply: "Xiao Ning'er, I won't ask about your private transaction with Xiao Xue'er, but the next thing is not allowed to continue to be lazy like this."

Ning Xiaoyao felt guilty and hurriedly said, "Master, Ying Wuque has used all his strength!"

Seeing that this move had not taken effect, Ying Wuque decisively gave up and continued to use the red sleeve sword technique at dusk. Especially with the surge of blizzard, he found that his body began to become gradually stiff.

One move! He knew he only had one chance!

At this moment, his eyes were filled with painted black, and a strange aura that seemed to be present and not present was emitted from all over his body. The gorgeous crimson beauty in his hand seemed to be wearing a black gauze dress, mysterious and charming!

Then a terrifying sword force broke out in an instant, and Ying Wuque held the black scimitar high, and he murmured unconsciously.

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In the depths of this sword, it seems that countless evil ghosts are imprisoned. They are crying, they are screaming, they are shrill. They look at everything around with extremely desperate and fierce eyes. They hate the world and even more of this fallen hell!

This hatred, accompanied by the surge of sword energy, has turned into darkness that seems to be able to swallow the world!

"It's just the first move of the three swords of Abidao..." Ning Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

At the same time, Xue Wuxia moved. Instead of pulling out the sword around her waist, she used her right fingers to make the sword fingers. As the sword light flashed, she looked like she was dancing a gorgeous dance.

This dance is beautiful and light and moving, but the terrifying sword energy hidden under it turns into pale snowflakes falling on earth!

The battle between black and white only took the result in a moment. The huge dark sword energy could not compete with the ubiquitous snow-white sword energy. It was like the master who used it, and several breaths had been buried by Blizzard!

At this moment, Ying Wuque's figure fell down, and countless sword injuries appeared on his body. Before he could even ask the name of the sword, he was seriously injured and fainted.

"Xiao Xueer's condition is a bit strange. The control of Xuepiao's world that she had learned by herself has almost reached perfection. How could she still take such a heavy move?"

Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly, but soon this problem was left behind because the next thing was the key.

Besides, as long as Ying Wuque is not dead and the degree of injury does not endanger its foundation, it will not be a big problem.

At this time, he gestured to Ning Xiaoyao on the side with his eyes.

Ning Xiaoyao was very conscious of being a tool person and stood up and said:

"It seems that Daozi of my Taoist Temple won this battle, so there is something I can talk about next.

Chief Sima and Master Ying, I wonder if there is any suitable place for conversation?”

Sima Kongming and Ying Tianhong looked at each other. From the beginning, they didn't think Ying Wuque could win, although they didn't expect Ying Wuque, who had already broken through the middle stage of the innate realm, would lose so miserably.

But these are all trivial matters. As Ying Wuque's father, Ying Tianhong's eyes stayed on him for a moment and had already moved away. Then he waved his hand and signaled the disciples of the Casting Knife Hall to carry him down for treatment.

Then he made a gesture of invitation to Zhang Sanfeng, and turned around and walked towards the palace.

"Xiao Ning'er, you and Xiao Xue'er go to the side to rest first. Let me leave the following matters." After saying this, Zhang Sanfeng's figure had disappeared.

A disciple of the Casting Knife also consciously arranged Ning Xiaoyao and Xue Wuxia to the mansion where the guests lived.

After the two entered it, the snow gradually dissipated.

Xue Wuxia, who had always been indifferent to her face, also undergoes great changes.
Chapter completed!