A minority village in the border area.
Wu Zimo shouted loudly and swung the knife with all his strength!
In an instant, two extremely strange shadows appeared, and with the sharp sword energy whistling out, they pounced towards the target with their fangs and claws bared.
One of the shadows looked like a black dog, but its limbs were no different from those of a human, and it could even walk upright like a human.
The phantom was covered in a thick layer of black hair, and even the clothes it wore were pitch black, making it look intimidating.
The other shadow was shaped like a small and exquisite bird, but it had a pair of broad wings growing on its back, and its sharp beak and fangs flashed with cold light, which made people feel terrified.
As it flew rapidly, it kept emitting bursts of sharp and shrill bird calls from its mouth, as if they were going to pierce people's eardrums.
The sword energy was like a dazzling rainbow, striking straight towards where Bi Hongqun was with the force of thunder.
However, facing such a fierce attack, Bi Hongqun curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.
He did not dodge or evade, but stood firmly in place, casually waving the seemingly ordinary branch in his hand, lightly sweeping towards the oncoming sword energy.
With just a soft "puff" sound, the originally powerful sword energy instantly shattered like fragile bubbles without any resistance, turning into starlight and dissipating into the air.
At the same time, the two phantoms that had been ferocious just now, now disappeared silently like phantoms that had lost their support, and no trace was seen.
"Not bad, not bad. You can condense 'Corpse Dog' and 'Sparrow Yin' in such a short time. You are a good seedling. It's just that your strength is still a little weak." Bi Hongqun commented with admiration on his face.
But surprisingly, after receiving Bi Hongqun's generous praise, Wu Zimo not only did not show the slightest bit of ecstasy, but his expression became more and more lonely, and he looked a little depressed.
Bi Hongqun, who was standing by, quickly noticed his abnormality and was surprised. He quickly asked with concern, "Hey, little guy, what's going on with you? I was clearly praising you just now, so why do you look like you've suffered some horrible injustice?"
"Uncle Master, I feel like I'm still too slow and useless." Wu Zimo muttered dejectedly, his eyes filled with loss and self-doubt.
Hearing this, Bi Hongqun couldn't help but smile slightly. He gently stroked his graying beard and said comfortingly, "Haha... As the saying goes, more haste makes waste. You are already very talented. As long as you continue to practice hard, I believe you will be able to fully master the Ghost Soul Sword Technique in no time. Your cultivation will also improve with the improvement of your sword technique."
Bi Hongqun at this moment is completely different from when Wu Zimo first came.
At that time, he was depressed all day long and numbed himself with alcohol.
But since Wu Zimo arrived, it seemed as if he had gained a new spiritual support, making him look radiant.
Even his eyes, which were originally a little cloudy, were now shining brightly.
Then, Bi Hongqun changed the subject: "Besides, you are so much stronger than your teacher. Look at him, he still can't even condense a ghost shadow. It's really a disgrace to our Bi family."
After saying that, Bi Hongqun glanced at Bi Leizhen who was not far away with contempt.
At this time, Bi Leizhen was standing in a horse stance, holding the silver knife tightly with both hands, his head covered in sweat, and his face was as red as if he was constipated.
After holding it in for a while, Bi Leizhen slashed forward with all his might, and then a crooked shadow like an earthworm floated out from the blade.
However, the shadow moved extremely slowly, like a fallen leaf struggling to move forward in the wind.
After the shadow had only floated a short distance, it made a light "pop" sound and instantly shattered, turning into starlight and dissipating in the air.
At the same time, Bi Leizhen fell heavily to the ground like a deflated ball, supporting himself with his hands and gasping for breath.
Judging from his heaving chest and flushed face, the previous blow seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
When Wu Zimo and Bi Hongqun saw this scene, they both covered their foreheads with their hands.
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Death Valley, the heart of it.
The black fog here is so thick that it is almost impossible to dissolve, and its thickness is comparable to that of substance.
Ordinary people here find it difficult to even open their eyes, let alone breathe.
Not to mention that these black mists are all poisonous.
Right in the center of this dangerous area, Morais sat quietly.
With his legs crossed and his eyes closed, he looked like a sculpture.
The thick black fog around him was winding around him like a snake, and was slowly penetrating into his body through his pores.
His brows were furrowed, and his facial muscles twitched and twisted from time to time, as if he was suffering from unbearable pain.
And in his sea of consciousness, a thrilling battle is unfolding in full swing.
There were two figures, one black and one white, who looked exactly like mirror images, but the aura they exuded was completely different.
That white figure is Morais's ego consciousness, which radiates a pure and gentle light, representing the kindness and justice deep in Morais' heart;
The black figure opposite him is the inner demon lurking in his heart, with a dark and evil aura surrounding him, like a demon from the abyss of hell.
At this moment, the battle situation was obviously extremely unfavorable to the white figure. He was at an absolute disadvantage and was suppressed by the black figure. He could only defend himself but had no power to fight back.
"Hahaha... useless! You can't do this, why don't you just give me your body? I promise to help you kill all your enemies!"
The black figure laughed wildly, and at the same time, kicked the white figure hard.
There was a dull thud, and the white figure flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, then fell heavily to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
Despite this, the white figure still endured the severe pain, struggled to get up from the ground, and gasped heavily.
But even so, he still had an unyielding smile on his face, and said through gritted teeth: "How many dishes did you drink to become like this? If you want me to admit defeat, you have to completely wipe out my consciousness."
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