Wu Ma Ling looked towards the place where Pei Su fell with a sullen expression.
"I have to say, you are very strong, but you can only stop here now!"
After saying that, he swung the sword in his hand.
boom!
The sword energy spread over dozens of meters, and Pei Su, who should have been killed by the sword energy, turned over and dodged at the critical moment. He struggled to stand up, and the cold wind blew across his pale handsome face. He held two swords in his hands and took the initiative to attack Wu Ma Ling.
Wu Ma Ling looked annoyed when he saw this.
The two faced off again.
But this time, neither of them seemed to intend to hold back.
Pei Su's combat power with two swords is much stronger than when he only used one sword.
Wu Ma Ling became more and more frightened as the battle went on!
At this moment, the Lu family elders who were watching outside had their expressions changed instantly when they saw Pei Su using the dual swords. They looked at each other with shock in their eyes.
"Pei Su from the Qiankun Sect also practices dual swords? How can it be such a coincidence? Moreover, these two swords look very familiar..." The third elder of the Lu family narrowed his eyes and said in confusion.
"There must be something fishy going on here!" The Lu family's eldest elder's face turned cold, and he frowned. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Could it be that the Qiankun Sect is colluding with the forces of Tianzhou?"
"Could it be that the Qiankun Sect made some kind of deal with the Tianzhou forces?" The second elder of the Lu family speculated. He looked up at Lu Jingcheng and asked, "Master, what do you think?"
Lu Jingcheng also noticed Pei Su and the others. After a moment's silence, he said, "The eight disciples directly accepted by Elder Qi of the Qiankun Sect have been able to cultivate to such a high level in such a short period of time. Moreover, they have kept a low profile until the Changming Festival began. This is indeed hard not to be suspicious."
After a pause of several seconds, Lu Jingcheng asserted firmly, "It must have been done by those disciples of the Qiankun Sect."
After all, Chen Yan was one of the direct disciples of Elder Qi of the Qiankun Sect.
Looking back, they not only attacked the Lu family, but also successfully rescued Helian Huai.
The second elder of the Lu family was puzzled and asked, "But why would the Tianzhou forces be willing to take the blame for them?"
Lu Jingcheng calmly analyzed, "Helian Huai has no connection with the Tianzhou forces, but among the disciples like Chen Yan, there must be someone with close ties to the Tianzhou forces, which is why the Tianzhou forces are willing to come forward to protect them. Moreover, our Lu family is a thorn in the side of the Tianzhou forces."
Hearing this, the faces of the Lu family elders darkened.
The Lu family's eldest elder snorted coldly, "Master, those few disciples of the Qiankun Sect are not a threat, but this time the Tianzhou forces are coming with such force that we must strike first."
Lu Jingcheng said calmly: "After the Changming Festival is over, the Tianzhou forces will also be completely destroyed."
As for Shen Tianhao's daughter, she must die here too.
…
In the secret realm, Pei Su and Wu Ma Ling fought from day to night.
Pei Su was seriously injured.
Wu Ma Ling was also injured. He stared at Pei Su like a hungry wolf locking onto its prey. He saw that Pei Su's body was staggering, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He suddenly burst into laughter: "Pei Su, the last move will decide the outcome!"
Pei Su tightly gripped the Four Symbols Sword and the Green Ghost Sword. His breathing became increasingly rapid, each breath heavy. His handsome face was stained with blood, and his black clothes were torn in many places, revealing shocking wounds.
He quickly mobilized the remaining spiritual power in his body and decided to use his last move.
Wu Ma Ling did not dare to underestimate Pei Su and was extremely cautious. He used all his strength and decided to decide the outcome in this round.
The two men exuded a powerful aura and their swords were sharp.
Just as the two were about to deliver the final blow—
"Wuma, save me!"
A female voice suddenly came from not far away.
When Wu Ma Ling heard the voice, he stopped moving suddenly. Without any hesitation, he left the place and headed towards the location where the female voice came from.
Seeing this, Pei Su frowned slightly, a fishy and sweet smell surged from his throat again, and his lips were surprisingly white.
At the same time, a petite figure quickly rushed towards Pei Su.
Pei Su subconsciously defended himself, but when he saw who was coming, he was slightly stunned and immediately put away his sword.
"Yueyue..."
In the dark, Jiang Xianyue could see his injuries clearly. She frowned, rushed over and quickly reached out to grab his wrist.
"Walk!"
Pei Su hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should stay here and continue the battle, but at this time Jiang Xianyue seemed to notice his hesitation, turned around and glared at him fiercely.
Pei Su: “…Okay.”
The two figures disappeared into the night.
At this moment, Wu Ma Ling quickly stood in front of a young woman, raised his sword and slashed it fiercely, forcing the other party back several steps.
The one who was forced to retreat was also a young woman, dressed in red and holding a long whip in her hand. She looked at Wu Ma Ling with fear.
Wu Ma Ling turned around and looked at the woman who had just called for help with concern. His voice was tender and awkward: "Senior Sister, are you okay?"
There was blood at the corner of Qu Muhan's mouth, and she shook her head.
"Luckily you arrived in time."
Wu Ma Ling said, "Senior Sister, I'm here and I won't let anyone bully you."
As he spoke, Wu Ma Ling turned to look at the woman in red, his eyes dark. "So it's you, Ji Wan, one of the three leaders of the Shifang Sect."
Ji Wan sneered, "Why? Are you happy to see me?"
Ji Wan, one of the three leaders of the Shifang Sect, is 27 years old this year. She is the daughter of the Sect Master and the current Young Master of the Shifang Sect. Her cultivation is at the ninth level of the Emperor Spirit Realm.
Qu Muhan is one of the seven most powerful figures in the Jidao Sect, and his cultivation level is at the sixth level of the Emperor Spirit Realm.
Ji Wan and Wu Ma Ling have the same cultivation level.
Ji Wan looked at Wu Ma Ling and saw that he had many wounds on his body. She smiled and said, "Who were you fighting just now? How could they hurt you so badly?"
Wu Ma Ling could hear the sarcasm in her words and his expression grew even colder.
He didn't answer her, but said in a deep voice: "Ji Wan, you hurt my senior sister, this matter is unacceptable."
As he spoke, the long sword in his hand instantly burst out with powerful sword energy, and he moved his body, ready to swing the sword towards Ji Wan.
Ji Wan quickly retreated and immediately swung the whip.
boom!
A whip and a sword intertwined!
Ji Wan snorted lightly and immediately used a powerful move. The long whip was like a swimming dragon and instantly forced its way towards Wu Ma Ling. With a 'snap' sound, Wu Ma Ling's sleeve was pulled open, and his arm was instantly torn and bleeding. The pain made Wu Ma Ling grit his teeth.
Ji Wan put away the whip and said, "Fighting with you is a waste of my time. Let's fight in the next round."
"Don't even think about leaving!"
Wu Ma Ling's face darkened and he wanted to chase Ji Wan, but was stopped by Qu Muhan.
"Junior brother, stop chasing me. The competition is more important. Don't let me delay it. Now is the crucial stage of the elimination round. If you tangle with Ji Wan for too long, you will lose the points to eliminate the disciples of other factions."
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