If the little angel sees the anti-theft device, it means the purchase rate is low. Han Qianling's spiritual energy is strangely concentrated, and the sharpness of his attack is even stronger than Luo Jiujiang's. Logically, he should have been more seriously injured, but he was completely unscathed.
He had never heard many rumors about Han Qianling before. It was true that the biting dog did not bark, and the powerful ones were hiding behind.
This once again strengthened Du Chuan's resolve: Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling, one of them must die! If the Luo family is allowed to grow, there will definitely be no place for the Du family among the seven islands.
The firework Luo Jiujiang had just set off must have attracted the attention of others. If he didn't take action now, it would be too late. Du Chuan's eyes sharpened, and the sword in his palm immediately emitted an ominous blood-red light.
Han Qianling stared at him indifferently, his gaze no less expressive than that of someone examining an object. The three of them now formed a triangular standoff. No one could see his fingers, clasped behind his back in a claw-like formation, veins bulging on the backs of his hands, and a flickering, cold, pale golden light emanating from his fingers.
Luo Jiujiang, who was targeted by Du Chuan, coughed up blood again and laughed out loud.
He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up with a somersault, and sighed slowly: "Mr. Du, I have never felt this more than now - my master is really dear to me." No matter how hard Luo Cang trained him, no matter how hard he tortured him to the point of wanting to hit his head on the ground, he never caused him any internal injuries.
No matter how cruel the master is to his disciple, it is still different from a deadly enemy.
"In that case, I can't bring shame to him. If I lose to you, I won't be able to face him again." Luo Jiujiang smiled grimly, revealing his white teeth, but the next moment he quickly put away the smile on his face, and raised his long sword, which had not been sheathed, diagonally, "One slash - destroy Fenglu!"
Compared to Du Chuan and Han Qianling, who were still gathering their strength, Luo Jiujiang acted without hesitation. He swept his long sword across, carrying the might of wind and clouds, his blade swift as thunder, filling their ears with the sound of cleaving wind. Simultaneously, his body flexed and bounced strangely, and in an instant, he was beside Du Chuan!
Before the blood light on Du Chuan's sword had condensed, Luo Jiujiang's blade had already reached his neck!
Du Chuan hadn't expected a Qi-refining cultivator like him to be so fast, and he hastily raised his sword to block the attack. Luo Jiujiang's expression was stern, and he pursed his lips into a whistle, blowing a sharp whistle at the moment the swords collided.
If the sound killing used against Du Di was like a sharp sword, then the sound killing now was like a long needle, piercing straight into Du Chuan's ears with unstoppable determination and momentum.
Du Chuan barely managed to swallow a groan, but his wrist trembled uncontrollably. Luo Jiujiang seized the opportunity to knock away his sword, and the next second, he slashed at Du Chuan with his sword.
This strike was heavier than the previous one, and the recoil was even stronger. However, Luo Jiujiang was prepared. Although his heart was churning, he did not let it shake him back. He endured the pain that almost made his internal organs numb and swung the knife again!
Now that the two were only inches apart, Du Chuan could clearly see the tiny wind blades attached to Luo Jiujiang's sword. These blades grew larger and larger as the opponent raised his sword again and again, condensing more and more!
The confrontation between the two lasted only a moment, and the outcome was still unclear. However, Han Qianling, who was almost forgotten on the side, breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly relaxed his fingers behind his back, and the golden cold light disappeared without a trace.
In the blink of an eye, Luo Jiujiang had already stabbed Du Chuan thirteen times in the same spot!
Under such intense attack in such a short period of time, Du Chuan's face had turned pale, and the red light that had once condensed on his sword had dissipated weakly. Luo Jiujiang, with his weaker cultivation, was naturally in an even worse state, but his expression was undaunted, and his mental strength was a hundred times stronger than Du Chuan's.
Luo Jiujiang's injuries worsened as he was repeatedly rebounded by his own strength. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat. He did not try to suppress the injury, but opened his mouth naturally, and a stream of blood shot straight at Du Chuan's head and face.
Taking advantage of the moment when Du Chuan had to turn his head to avoid, Luo Jiujiang landed the fourteenth blow on Du Chuan.
When he slashed down with his sword, the wind blades attached to the sword had already merged into a black mass, almost making the entire sword appear to have doubled in width. When this blow landed on Du Chuan, the opponent's seemingly indestructible armor finally made a low cracking sound.
The armor had only a small crack, but to Luo Jiujiang, who controlled his blade with incredible precision, it looked like a completely exposed chest. Furthermore, the wind blade was invisible and intangible, penetrating every pore. Du Chuan only had time to cry out inwardly, "Oh no!" before he felt a chill in his chest. From his left shoulder to his right abdomen, he was ripped apart by Luo Jiujiang like a rotten tree!
Half a breath later, Du Chuan covered his wound and fell to the ground with a scream, while Luo Jiujiang leaned on the ground with his knife, his blood surging in his chest, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
After spitting out the blood, his complexion actually looked better. The next moment, he let himself fall backwards, and as expected, he fell into the arms of Han Qianling, who had appeared behind him at some point.
The battle ended in just four or five snaps of the fingers, but all his strength had been drained away, and he couldn't muster up any spiritual power.
The move he just used came from the pile of sword manuals that Luo Cang threw to him - this shows that this master is indeed his real master - that sword manual also seems particularly unique among a bunch of Xuan-level skills. To be precise, it only has this one move.
Before this, Luo Jiujiang had used more than a dozen newly learned moves in front of Luo Cang but failed to use them. Firstly, those sword techniques were not suitable for Luo Jiujiang, so he only needed to figure out two or three points of Xingyi to use casually. However, this move of Zhan Fenglu was very suitable for Luo Jiujiang's temperament, so he had to polish it in his mind first; secondly, it was because this was actually a killing move that would hurt both sides.
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