Chapter 82: The Frail Beauty Whose Life Was Extended by the Immortal Cultivator (37)
As cultivators in the same Spirit Transformation Stage, their strength should be equal, and naturally, they are on par with each other.
However, whether it was due to a guilty conscience or the natural bloodline suppression, Xiao Yuheng, who should have been a powerful killer, was at a disadvantage in front of Xiao Yuheng.
Watching Xiao Yuheng gradually calm down, he looked at him with an obscure and unfathomable gaze.
Xiao Yuheng smiled and said, "Ah Heng, Ah Wu, thank you for your hard work during this period, but..."
At this point, Xiao Yuheng's tone suddenly changed, and his voice became low and serious: "Now that I'm back, I don't need you anymore. Let's go back to the starting point. Can you return my wife to me?"
I don't need you anymore...
Take his wife...
Return Qingwu to him...
This series of words kept echoing and circling in Xiao Yuheng's mind.
Every turn brought a sharp chill, making him feel a knife-like pain every moment.
How is this possible?
How could someone who has already obtained a treasure give it up?
He said that Qingwu was his, and even his brother could not take Qingwu away from him.
Then, Xiao Yuheng heard his own cold and resolute voice, which contained unbridled provocation.
He openly exposed his own dirty thoughts and Xiao Yuheng's whitewashing.
"Brother. Awu and I have already had physical contact. When you are not around, I am her legitimate husband, in every sense of the word."
Although Xiao Yuheng may have had a premonition of this, when these words were spoken so bluntly to him, he still couldn't remain calm and his face changed instantly.
The gentle smile that was originally hanging on his face like a mask was almost unable to be maintained, and he almost completely lost his composure in front of Qing Wu.
For the first time in his life, Xiao Yuheng completely put away his usual gentle attitude and said to Xiao Yuheng with almost gritted teeth, "Xiao Yuheng, do you know what you are saying and doing?"
Facing his brother's questioning, Xiao Yuheng showed no sign of backing down. He straightened his body, looked him in the face with a determined gaze, and replied solemnly, "Brother, I naturally know."
At this moment, in front of Qingwu, he looked straight at Xiao Yuheng without dodging, and his look was more serious than ever before.
"Brother, you can have Qingwu. But we are equally strong, look the same, and even have similar names. Why can't I have it? And you gave it up yourself."
Xiao Yuheng's expression changed completely, and he couldn't help but release his spiritual power through his sleeves.
Long vines intertwined and entangled with each other, like a ferocious python, pouncing towards Xiao Yuheng with unparalleled momentum.
Xiao Yuheng also reacted quickly and he summoned his Jiaoyun Sword without hesitation.
As the sword came out, it emitted a cold light, and the sword energy crisscrossed, turning into an extremely solid barrier, blocking Xiao Yuheng's fierce attack.
The power of the two venerables in the Spiritualization Stage—
Even the secret space would probably not be able to withstand such a terrifying force.
As the two of them were fighting back and forth, neither of them giving in, the entire secret realm began to tremble violently, with signs of collapse.
Qingwu, who was standing aside, had already fallen into deep confusion.
In just one day, the amount of information she received was so overwhelming that her already fragile body was unable to support it and she almost fainted...
The spiritual energy around them was surging wildly, and they were clearly two men with almost the same appearance.
A man stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his eyes burning with fiery sword intent.
The other person was tall and slender, with a face that exuded a coldness that kept people at a distance.
"Brother, today, I will not give in. She belongs to me."
"Don't be so delusional. I knew her before, and we have a deeper relationship. What right do you have to fight for her?"
Haha, the drama of brothers fighting each other is really exciting, but now... he has no mood to appreciate it.
because--
Just as they were fighting fiercely, an extremely powerful and terrifying aura suddenly descended.
I felt a huge pressure coming from above my head. Looking up, I saw a man with an extremely cold and ruthless face quietly floating in the air.
Bai Qiulan's appearance caught everyone off guard.
Bai Qiulan glanced expressionlessly at the two Xiao brothers who were fighting fiercely below, his eyes revealing undisguised disdain and majesty.
In the depths of his black eyes, as deep as a pool of water, a faint flash of dark red passed by.
The perceptive Xiao Yuheng and Xiao Yuheng noticed this strange aura almost at the same time - it was actually the aura of a demon cultivator!
And judging from the pressure he exudes, the other party's cultivation must be unfathomable.
So, the two brothers stopped fighting in tacit understanding, temporarily put aside their fight, and looked vigilantly at Bai Qiulan in mid-air.
Bai Qiulan simply waved his robe sleeves lightly, and an invisible force instantly locked their bodies, making them unable to move.
Bai Qiulan slowly floated down, each step he took seemed like he was strolling leisurely in the garden, yet carried an inexplicable sense of oppression.
When he walked in front of Xiao Yuheng and Xiao Yuheng, he stopped, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an unfathomable smile.
The pair of eyes that gradually turned dark red now flickered with a hint of amusement.
"Brothers falling out? Such an interesting thing happened in Wansheng Sect, I have to come and see it no matter what."
The aura is completely different from Bai Qiulan, but the face is still Bai Qiulan.
Xiao Yuheng and Xiao Yuheng frowned at the same time. They were both talented cultivators. Even though they had just been fighting, they now understood something. With such an aura...
It’s the Demon Lord—Mo Yujin.
Bai Qiulan and Mo Yujin are actually the same person.
Xiao Yuheng snorted coldly, a hint of sneer appearing on his face.
He knew that Bai Qiulan was the most hypocritical one.
Although they were strong, there was still a huge gap between them and Mo Yujin. They could only watch with tears in their eyes as Mo Yujin raised his hand and a graceful figure floated over from the distance. It was Qingwu.
However, facing the unfathomable strength of Mo Yujin, even though they were unwilling to give in, they were well aware of the huge gap between them.
At this moment, they could only watch Mo Yujin raise his arm and make a random move.
Immediately afterwards, a graceful figure came like a flying bird and threw herself straight into Mo Yujin's arms.
Qingwu's beautiful eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, but the invisible big hand held her slender waist tightly like an iron clamp, and she couldn't even move.
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