The light flowed, and in just a few seconds, both the surrounding walls and Li Tiandao's body had recovered to a completely intact state.

Li Tiandao, wrapped in flowing light, slowly floated into the air, and Wuxiang appeared in his hand again.

However, at this time, Wuxiang's form has changed greatly.

Although Li Tiandao once told Ning Fan that Wuxiang has no real form, it will become whatever you imagine it to be.

But at this moment, Ning Fan felt that the formless thing in front of him was its true appearance.

What is presented by the formless is a state similar to invisible flowing light.

Various colors are mixed together and flow in a disorderly manner.

The sword is a little over one meter long. The blade is not sharp, but one can feel that it is filled with tremendous energy.

Li Tiandao's appearance also changed a little bit.

His long hair fluttered in the wind as if it had no gravity, and his skin was whiter than before.

What is more concerning is his eyes.

calm.

It seems that everything will be smoothed out by this calmness.

Even though he was looking at Mie Sheng, he did not show any malice or hatred.

"It does look a bit more powerful than before."

Miesheng gave up Ning Fan directly, turned around and smiled at Li Tiandao again. Without any hesitation or nonsense, his figure instantly turned blood-red.

The next moment, Miesheng appeared in front of Li Tiandao.

The knife fell.

Wuxiang seemed to rise up slowly, blocking Miesheng's blood knife.

Boom!!!

Two forces, more powerful than before, collided with each other, shaking the world in the sword to pieces once again.

However, in just less than a second, the damaged area healed quickly.

At the same time, Miesheng was not at all surprised that his sword was blocked.

His smile even became wider than before.

The bloody knife disappeared.

The hand holding the knife fell naturally due to inertia.

When it landed near Li Tiandao's waist, the blood around it coagulated again and formed a bright red knife in his hand again.

Pick it up!

This is Miesheng's fighting instinct. As long as he enters the combat state, Miesheng can always find the most reasonable way to fight.

The bloody knife slashed across Li Tiandao's body.

With this blow, Mie Sheng would at least take away one of Li Tiandao's arms.

But just when Miesheng felt that he had complete control of the initiative in this battle...

The blood knife disappeared.

For the first time, surprise appeared in Mie Sheng's eyes.

Because, he did not voluntarily disperse the blood knife.

But when it should have passed through Li Tiandao's body, it seemed as if there was a higher-level force that crushed it.

Miesheng raised his head.

Because Li Tiandao was floating in the air, he was looking at him from a downward angle.

Li Tiandao looked down from above, his eyes still calm.

"A pitiful soul without even a name... that's all."

The moment Li Tiandao finished speaking, the flowing lights that spread throughout the world of swords seemed to come alive and formed swords with the same form as Wuxiang.

The tips of these swords are all pointed directly at destroying life.

Although Miesheng did not look back, he could still feel the sharpness of dozens of swords.

"Who are you mocking?"

Miesheng roared angrily, and all the flesh and blood quickly gathered towards him, eventually forming a semi-enclosed blood-red barrier behind and to the sides of him.

Those swords also stabbed at Mie Sheng at the same time.

And the moment the bloody barrier was pierced by these swords...

Scattered.

The blood mist covered Mie Sheng.

Ning Fan saw that when the blood was about to fall on Li Tiandao, it seemed to encounter an invisible wall.

Blood slowly flowed down the invisible wall.

Soon, the blood mist dissipated, and Mie Sheng was revealed again.

His body was covered with swords.

Mie Sheng's body leaned forward and it seemed that he couldn't even stand steadily.

But when his knees were about to hit the ground, a bloody knife condensed in his hand again.

This bloody knife did not chop towards Li Tiandao in front of him, but stabbed into the ground.

Miesheng supported himself with the bloody knife.

He won't kneel to anyone.

Even though he knew that he might be about to disappear.

When the sword pierced the blood-colored barrier, or even when his blood knife dissipated, he actually understood that the person in front of him was not just a show-off.

Own……

It seems like I am no match for him.

The difference between the two is in their understanding of power.

But this was still not enough to make him kneel before the other party.

You can kill me.

But it can't conquer me.

"I think I remember..."

Miesheng lowered his head and slowly looked at Ning Fan.

A smile appeared on his lips again: "You and Xia Qing are in the same group."

Ning Fan didn't say anything.

At this moment, he seemed to understand why he could never display his full strength.

He has too many concerns.

He couldn't do what Mie Sheng did, and only think about fighting.

Along the way, Ning Fan has become accustomed to using thinking to solve problems. This is his advantage, but also his disadvantage.

Ning Fan was able to gain some insights from the battle between Mie Sheng and Li Tiandao.

"Oh shit!"

Miesheng cursed with a smile, then turned away.

He was hunched over and could only see Li Tiandao's legs.

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