The fight between the two sides was intense, with both Wu Er and Kun Wu being sword cultivators.
Fang Jia, on the other hand, was a pure magic practitioner, specializing in various spells.
Inside the small cave, the three fought fiercely, their swords flashing and spells clashing, leaving the surrounding area riddled with marks and the smooth stone walls riddled with holes.
Fang Jia is also a skilled fighter. Although he specializes in magic and has a weak body, he can always create an ice wall to block the two when they get close, thus keeping their distance.
It seems that Fang Jia is a frequent fighter, otherwise he wouldn't have such rich experience.
It has to be said that this was a very tricky fight for Wu Er.
After all, Wu Er is the kind of person who avoids fighting if he can avoid it, so he has very little fighting experience.
He didn't have many sword moves, just a few.
After fighting for a while, Fang Jia almost ignored Wu Er, since the move was too easy to break.
However, while the Burning 52 is not good, the Kun 5 is really powerful.
Kun Wu's fighting experience is also incredibly rich; every move he makes is meticulously crafted.
She and Fang Jia were evenly matched, each planning their next move, engaging in a battle of wits and courage.
Your icy piercing chills the soul, but I have a sword that can shatter all laws.
I thrust my sword at your face, and you summon wind and snow to hide your form.
Unbeknownst to him, Wu Er seemed to have detached himself from the fight between the two, and could be said to be completely unable to intervene.
Although both are at the Golden Core stage, their hard strength is not too far apart, but their soft skills are worlds apart.
To be honest, it's like playing a video game. The difference between a pro player and a newbie playing the same level character is like two completely different worlds.
After a while, Wu Er, who was not at the same level as the two, started watching from the sidelines.
The two fought fiercely for a while, and although their skills were comparable, Kun Wu's cultivation level was clearly lower than Fang Jia's.
So, after a long stalemate, Kunwu also showed signs of defeat.
At this moment, Wu Er, who had been watching dumbfounded, finally remembered to make a move and raised his sword to stab at Fang Jia.
Although Wu Er had been standing openly to the side, his sudden attack at this moment seemed to suggest that he was launching a sneak attack from the shadows.
Perhaps Fang Jia was so engrossed in fighting Kun Wu that he selectively forgot about Wu Er, and didn't react when someone approached with a sword raised.
Therefore, Wu Er's sudden addition played a significant role.
The sword actually pierced Fang Jia's armor, right on his soft side.
"ah!"
Fang Jia cried out in pain, then turned his head to look at Wu Er beside him.
"How dare you hurt me?!"
Perhaps because of the pain, Fang Jia's voice was much higher.
Then Fang Jia waved his hands, summoning waves of cold air, and the once peaceful cave was suddenly filled with a strong wind.
During the fight, Fang Jia continuously used his magic, leaving behind a lot of ice and snow on the ground.
Blown by this raging, cold wind, it instantly transforms into an ice storm.
Tornado-shaped snow columns raged through the empty cave, snowflakes churning with ice shards.
Seeing this, Kunwu quickly held his sword in front of him and then took several steps back.
Wu Er, who was very close to Fang Jia, suffered the consequences. The cold wind lashed his face like a knife, and many sharp shards of ice pierced his body.
Enraged, Fang Jia shoved Wu Er hard, and a powerful force struck Wu Er.
Amidst the turbulent wind and snow, the two men, along with their swords, were sent flying.
Just then, Kun Wu suddenly appeared and caught Wu Er as he fell.
It has to be said that this scene of a beautiful woman catching a bear is somewhat incongruous.
Wu Er stepped out from in front of Kun Wu's flat chest and said with a hint of unease, "I feel like a burden."
Kunwu shook his head, then pointed the tip of his sword at Fang Jia and said, "Look, that man is about to die."
Wu Er looked in the direction Kun Wu pointed and saw Fang Jia panting heavily and looking extremely weak.
"Those who specialize in magic are really fragile. They only dare to hide at a distance. If they get close and get stabbed, it's like losing half their life."
Kunwu said this.
Wu Er looked at his sword and said, "I think so too. This sword strike only used six-tenths of its power, yet it injured Fang Jia so badly."
Fang Jia glanced at the two people beside him, reached out to touch his side waist, and then used magic to freeze the wound.
Although the wound had been treated, his blood was still flowing all over the ground, and his breathing was not as strong as before.
It seems that taking a sword strike at close range has weakened Fang Jia by at least half.
"Damn it, why are those mortals dying so slowly? If a few thousand more mortals had died, I would have broken through to the Nascent Soul stage by now!"
Fang Jia gritted his teeth, his eyes wide open.
"No matter how much you complain, it's no use."
Kunwu drew his sword and stepped forward again.
When Fang Jia saw Kun Wu step forward, he also summoned several spells to try and stop him.
However, Fang Jia, whose strength had been reduced by more than half, was unable to stop Kun Wu's advance, so all his spells were easily neutralized.
Seeing that his magic was no longer effective, Fang Jia's breathing became increasingly labored.
When Kunwu came to him, Fang Jia's expression changed.
He was no longer the arrogant and domineering person who deserved a beating; instead, he instantly transformed into a fawning figure.
"Spare me, fellow Daoist, I dare not do it again."
Fang Jia clutched his side, took a few steps back, and forced a smile onto his face.
Kun Wu was not fooled by his appearance; she would never believe the words of such a person.
"You won't dare? Heh."
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