"Give it back!"
Meng Ji watched as Wu Er wiped the sword, his eyes almost bleeding, but no matter how anxious he was, he didn't move an inch.
Perhaps having heard Meng Ji's words, Wu Er slightly raised his head and said, "Give it back to you? I'm afraid that won't do. It's better to keep this thing with me."
"Give it back!"
Blood flowed from Meng Ji's mouth again, his eyes were bloodshot, and he used up the last bit of strength in his body to stand up shakily.
Then he walked forward with heavy steps, but after only two steps he could hardly move forward and could only bend over and pant heavily.
"You should rest."
Wu Er said coldly, then gently pointed at Meng Ji.
A gentle stream of immortal energy enveloped Meng Ji, and the faint glow helped heal his wounds somewhat.
"You can leave now." Wu Er held the black longsword upright behind him. "For the sake of the sword's owner... no, its original owner, I'll spare you this time."
Having regained some strength, Meng Ji straightened up and stood motionless for a long time.
"Heh... Hurry up and leave, lest I change my mind later and deal with you directly."
Wu Er turned his body around, his back to Meng Ji, and said, "If I kill you, how will you take revenge later?"
Meng Ji clenched his fist, but finally let it go. "You wait."
After saying this, Meng Ji, having regained some strength, mounted his demonic cloud and flew towards the outside of Pengshan Gate.
Seeing Meng Ji fly away, some of the surrounding cultivators couldn't contain themselves and wanted to take advantage of Meng Ji's injury to intercept and kill him, and then gain some benefits.
Wu Er naturally understood what some people were thinking, so he said, "If anyone dares to intercept and kill me, don't blame me for being ruthless."
After saying this, Wu Er flicked his long sleeves and floated away with the black longsword.
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