The man who came had an elegant demeanor and should have been as bright as the wind and clear moon, but he was wearing a red robe, with a charming smile flickering in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, even brighter than the blood moon in the sky.
Bu Tiange narrowed his eyes and asked, "Alliance Leader Chu, is this the Master of Tongtian Sect you've been waiting for?"
Chu Xiafeng nodded and sighed, "The Tongtian Sect Master is extremely powerful. I'm afraid it will be a fierce battle."
Bu Tiange turned his head to look at him, his eyes full of meaning, "Eighteen years ago, Wuqingjian defeated Tianya Yidao and ascended to the position of leader of the martial arts world. Eighteen years later, he's actually afraid of this little thief?"
Chu Xiafeng felt a little uncomfortable when he heard her talk about the past.
Although he quickly covered it up, it couldn't escape Bu Tiange's eyes.
She knew there was something hidden.
After collecting his thoughts, Chu Xiafeng smiled bitterly and said, "Eighteen years have passed. Time flies, and it's easy for people to be left behind. Girl, do you think I'm still the same ruthless sword I was back then?"
"Alliance leader, your sword is still sharp, why underestimate yourself? Even if things are different now, I still have everything I need."
Bu Tiange smiled and drew his sword from his waist.
The sword's edge was bright and clear, reflecting a blood-red robe.
The man in red was approaching, Bu Tiange pushed Chu Xiafeng away, condensed his true energy into the sword blade, and raised the sword to block.
There was the sound of metal clashing, as knives and swords intertwined, transforming the sunlight into sharp silver light.
In a flash, a pair of fox-like eyes stared at Bu Tiange.
Bu Tiange did not retreat but advanced, his black pupils as frosty as he looked at him proudly.
A stream of true energy swept across the sky, and the man in red took a step back and swung his sword to cut it in half.
The aftermath of the true energy rushed onto the ring, and although it had been infinitely weakened, it still left a mess wherever it went.
Bu Tiange leaned on his sword and concentrated, but the enchanting glance was still before his eyes.
This person's eyes are so gorgeous, and they are so charming that they can penetrate your bones. They are alluring but not vulgar.
How can a woman like her feel?
The two were very close during the fight. Besides the look in his eyes, Bu Tiange also noticed one thing—
This person used a knife.
This way, everything makes sense.
Although the face can be changed, the figure and mannerisms cannot be completely altered.
I think Qing Xuan deliberately created the image of himself in white clothes and holding a fan in his daily life just to hide his identity.
Unfortunately, the more you try to hide it, the more obvious it becomes.
After taking a breath, Bu Tiange raised his voice and said, "Master of Tongtian Sect? I can't stand it any more."
"It's just that I can't bear to hurt you." The red-clothed man smiled faintly, his tone seductive, "The little girl has delicate skin and tender flesh. It would be a pity to hurt her."
Bu Tiange sneered in his heart, this is not what you said when you hit me on the head.
She circulated the true energy in her body to the extreme, turning passivity into activity, and attacked with sword in hand.
The two streams of true energy, one yin and one yang, confronted each other head-on, and the arena soon turned into ruins.
Bu Tiange looked into those sparkling eyes and said, "National Master, you've changed your face. Do you really think I can't recognize you?"
Qing Xuan was not surprised by her exposure, and even corrected her leisurely, "Your Majesty, this is wrong. This is my true self."
Bu Tiange brandished his sword and said, "It doesn't matter. Why would I care about a dead person's appearance?"
"Maybe?" Qing Xuan smiled and pushed her sword away.
The blade was approaching like a broken bamboo, but Bu Tiange did not retreat or dodge, but sent out a sword straight ahead.
The sword's force penetrated Qing Xuan's shoulder, and the blade was no less powerful, cutting a deep wound on her arm where the bone was visible.
Qing Xuan took a step back and stood still, gently stroking her shoulders, and red plum blossoms climbed up to her pale fingertips, which was shocking.
The red clothes are stained with blood, but I don’t know which is more beautiful, the blood or the red clothes.
Bu Tiange covered his arm, tore off a piece of his clothes to bandage the wound, and then used his true energy to temporarily seal the acupuncture points. He did not even frown during the whole process.
They are all the same kind of people, cruel to others and even crueler to themselves.
It depends on who is more ruthless.
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