Zhuang Hetong, who was standing to the side, was shocked. Just a second ago, he saw his companion, who was a Grandmaster, bullying a child and gaining the upper hand.

How could the situation have suddenly reversed in the blink of an eye?

And it seems that Baiwen's life is in danger?

Without even thinking, he threw a brick at Zu An's back to block the attack.

He couldn't just stand by and watch his companion die here.

Feeling the ever-growing gold brick hurtling towards him, Zu An gritted his teeth and took the blow head-on with his back. Then, with a wave of his hand, he summoned the Azure Phoenix directly above Zhuang Hetong's head.

This gold brick is incredibly powerful. He can withstand being hit once or twice, but if he is hit repeatedly, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die.

Therefore, it is necessary to severely injure the opponent at an extreme time so that one can concentrate on dealing with Jian Taiding.

Otherwise, if the two of them catch their breath and join forces, I will be in danger.

Just as Zhuang Hetong was about to control the gold bricks to continue the pursuit, suddenly the hairs on his body stood on end, and for a moment he felt the fear of death.

He hurriedly summoned back the gold bricks, and at the same time took out all sorts of magical artifacts he had hidden away to shield his head.

At this moment, countless sharp sword energies descended from the sky, truly like arrows raining down.

His defensive magical artifacts were completely pierced after only a few breaths, with many sword energies penetrating his entire body.

"Pfft!" Zhuang Hetong was covered in blood. Fortunately, the gold brick finally came to his aid and blocked the remaining sword energy.

Even so, he was still seriously injured.

He staggered and fell to the ground. A figure quickly flew over and pulled him to the back.

Zu An glanced at her and recognized her as Tang Tian'er. After a slight hesitation, he stopped attacking Zhuang Hetong and instead focused all his energy on attacking Jian Taiding.

Jian Taiding gritted his teeth, and a white light emanated from his body. Then, ice and snow enveloped him, and almost instantly a thick layer of ice appeared around him.

He usually used this move to freeze his enemies into ice sculptures, but today he could only freeze himself into an ice sculpture to defend himself. You can imagine the frustration and fear he felt.

Anger level from Jian Taiding: +777 +777 +777...

Zuan frowned. This guy had retreated into his turtle shell; this was really troublesome.

However, he dared not give his opponent a chance to breathe. Phoenix flames ignited on the Tai'a sword, and then with a flick of his wrist, the Tai'a sword spun rapidly, drilling into the ice shell in front of him like a drill.

With the blessing of several buffs, the ice, which was originally as solid as black iron, began to crack, and the Tai'a sword slowly pierced through it inch by inch.

Jian Taiding's pupils contracted sharply. He hadn't expected that the strongest defense he had learned from his sect would be unable to stop the opponent's sword!

It should be known that the flames of ordinary fire-type cultivators would be extinguished almost instantly upon encountering such cold ice, and would hardly be able to cause any damage.

But the opponent's sword was slowly penetrating deeper into the ice. Although the speed was slow, it would eventually break through the ice layer.

What exactly is the nature of his flames?!

At this point, he had no way out and could only use his vital energy to continuously strengthen his defenses, seeing who could outlast whom.

Unfortunately, the sword strike had caused him too many injuries. His flesh was torn open, revealing his bones. Several bones had been severed by the sword energy, and his internal organs had also been seriously damaged.

His robes were now soaked with blood, and his wounds continued to bleed as he desperately channeled his inner energy.

For an ordinary cultivator, such severe injuries would have already killed them.

As a grandmaster, his physical strength and recovery ability are naturally extraordinary.

However, the recovery speed of practitioners is limited, and they must be secluded in a quiet room to recuperate for more than half a year to recover from such injuries.

But now he is fighting, and he is fighting desperately. Under these circumstances, his injuries are not even healing as fast as he is bleeding.

He felt waves of dizziness in his head, and for the first time, he felt the fear of death.

I, the newly appointed Duke of Yunzhong, the Grand Commander of the Governor's Office, a powerful figure who holds military power in the Northwest and can turn the tide in Yunzhong, am about to die at the hands of a villain whose background I know nothing about.

Moreover, the opponent wasn't even a Grandmaster!

Thinking about this, he felt both ashamed and confused. Was there something wrong with the world?

But his survival instinct made him try his best to gather his remaining energy to defend himself, but as he saw the fiery red sword tip getting closer and closer, he finally despaired.

He wanted to start a negotiation, reveal his identity, and use his power to make the other party hesitant to act, while also being willing to pay any price to save his life.

Unfortunately, he was getting weaker and weaker and didn't even have the strength to speak.

Because once you open your mouth, your energy will dissipate, your defense will crumble, and your opponent's sword will pierce your heart instantly. What's the point of begging for mercy then?

Just as Zuan was about to thrust the sword in with all his might, a shard of ice shot out from the side and struck the blade of the Tai'a sword.

The speed was so fast that he had no time to react.

bite!

A sharp clanging sound rang out, mixed with the dragon's roar of a sword. Everyone else in the arena covered their ears, feeling their blood churning violently.

The hard, icy shell that covered Jian Taiding's body was completely shattered by this high-frequency sound.

Zaun, who was at the forefront of the attack, almost lost his grip on his sword and was forced to retreat violently.

He felt his internal energy surge, and only after spitting out a mouthful of blood did he feel a little better. Because he hadn't abandoned his sword, the area between his thumb and forefinger was also covered in blood from the shock.

"Ah Zu!" Qiu Honglei hurriedly came to Zu An's side, checking his injuries from head to toe. At the same time, she held his hand and continuously channeled her inner energy into him to heal his wounds.

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