The monk with the smiling mask could only grit his teeth and answer yes, then raised his head and looked at Lu Tianjiao opposite him again.

"Brother, it seems that we don't have time to find out how capable you are. We must take Mo Ziyan away!"

Two white-robed monks surrounded Lu Tianjiao from the front and the back, ready to attack with all their strength.

Lu Tianjiao held the sword in both hands, his expression solemn, and shouted: "Come over here!"

The monk with the crying face mask took the lead, his whole body wrapped in white aura, and he passed by as fast as a thunderclap.

Lu Tianjiao dodged by leaning sideways but was still injured by the aftermath and retreated several steps. Before he could recover, a huge rock as big as a mountain fell on his head.

"cut!"

Lu Tianjiao shouted in a deep voice, raised his sword and chopped the huge rock into pieces, then stepped on the rubble and leaped into the air.

The monk with the smiling mask narrowed his eyes slightly, his hands flashed with khaki spiritual power, and he controlled thousands of pieces of rubble to chase after Lu Tianjiao.

While Lu Tianjiao was busy dealing with the rubble, the crying-face masked monk raised his finger to the sky and summoned beams of light containing terrifying power to smash towards Lu Tianjiao.

The light column was incredibly powerful, and wherever it passed, everything was reduced to ruins. Lu Tianjiao was horrified and could only dodge with all his might.

The monk with the crying mask looked disdainful. So what if they have a sword heart? They are not vegetarians.

"Don't waste time, we must take Mo Ziyan away as soon as possible!"

The monk with the smiling mask gave Lu Tianjiao no way to retreat. He controlled the rubble to surround Lu Tianjiao from all directions, greatly limiting Lu Tianjiao's range of movement.

"drop in the ocean!"

Lu Tianjiao had no way to retreat. Before being hit by the rubble, he slashed out a sword energy, dispersing several incoming light beams.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The rubble rained down on Lu Tianjiao, and the sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

This was not the end. The monk with the smiling mask took the opportunity to mobilize all the rubble to attack Lu Tianjiao. Countless rubble came from all directions. Lu Tianjiao raised his sword and tried his best to block it, but unfortunately he couldn't block it completely, and his whole body was smashed into a bloody mess.

Seeing that Lu Tianjiao was almost smashed into a pulp, the crying masked monk seemed unsatisfied and raised his palm to shoot another pure white beam of light at Lu Tianjiao.

The light beam was filled with a destructive aura that instantly annihilated all the rubble in the sky, and even the mountains and forests within a ten-mile radius were razed to the ground.

The monk with the smiling mask was slightly startled, then shook his head and sighed: "In terms of killing speed, you are still faster."

"You're not bad, you're just too slow."

The crying masked monk smiled. His strength was not as good as that of the smiling masked monk. If the smiling masked monk had not been unwilling to kill him, Lu Tianjiao would have died long ago.

Neither of them looked at Lu Tianjiao again. Although he possessed an extremely rare sword heart, his physical body was only at the Transcendent Realm after all, and it was almost impossible for him to survive from that kind of attack.

Even if there was still a glimmer of hope, Lu Tianjiao was breathing in and out, and his life would not last long.

"Let's go, the ancestor is already angry. If we don't take Mo Ziyan with us, you and I will definitely be in trouble."

As his own life was at stake, the monk with the smiling mask was in no mood to pity Lu Tianjiao any longer and headed towards the Immortal City.

At this moment, a sword energy suddenly came from the ruins.

The monk with a smiling face mask dodged the sword energy easily and looked at the dusty ruins with a frown.

When the dust settled, Lu Tianjiao, covered in blood and half of his body blown into charcoal, came into view.

Despite his serious injuries, he still held his sword into the ground, refusing to fall.

Lu Tianjiao took out the pill and swallowed it with trembling hands, mobilizing the spiritual power in his body to heal his injuries. During this time, his eyes were fixed on the two white-robed monks, as if he would attack them if they dared to leave him.

"What else can you do now? You're just embarrassing yourself."

The monk with the smiling mask had a cold look in his eyes. He really didn't feel like wasting time with Lu Tianjiao.

In the sky, Jiang Zhige, who had been paying attention to the battle situation, was in a solemn mood and asked in a deep voice: "Tiansha, why hasn't a grey-bearded old dog ended the battle until now?"

"I also want to tear him into pieces quickly, but this guy is as elusive as an eel. It's really difficult to kill him in such a short time."

Tiansha is indeed powerful, but Jiang Zhige's physical body in the Wanxiang Realm has its limits. After all, Patriarch Guya is an immortal in the middle stage of the Wenxuan Realm, and his fighting style is to avoid but not fight. Tiansha has no way to deal with him quickly.

Compared with Tiansha's dissatisfaction, Old Ancestor Guya was almost heartbroken.

Although he had heard rumors about Jiang Zhige's powerful strength before, he was still 70% confident that he could defeat Jiang Zhige. However, he did not expect that there was such a terrifying Wanxiang Realm in the world.

There are some methods that even Old Ancestor Gu Ya has never heard of in his tens of thousands of years of existence. It is the first time he knows that people in the Wanxiang Realm can also perform moves of that strength, which is completely inconsistent with common sense and logic in the world.

This is just the Wanxiang Realm. When Jiang Zhige breaks through to the Wenxuan Realm and beyond, not to mention the heavenly realm, perhaps all the heavens and the worlds may become the devil's land.

Below, before Lu Tianjiao's injuries were alleviated, the monk with the crying mask could no longer bear it. The white spiritual light that had just been restrained around his body turned into pure white lightning, and a ten-foot-long lightning whip struck Lu Tianjiao.

Lu Tianjiao tried to dodge, but the powerful lightning swept across the area within a hundred miles. The horrible electric current from the soles of his feet paralyzed him and he was unable to move. He was struck on the shoulder by the thunder whip on the spot.

The shoulder was instantly torn into pieces and turned into a piece of charcoal.

Lu Tianjiao, who was no longer in human form, said nothing. Instead, he took the opportunity to grab the thunder whip and tried to stop the crying masked monk from leaving.

The monk with the crying face mask became even more furious upon seeing this, and the monk with the smiling face mask was also very annoyed.

In their eyes, Lu Tianjiao was just a fly flying around in front of them. He could not do anything, but his noise made people feel disgusted and irritated.

"Boy, if I hadn't been busy, I wouldn't mind playing with you. It would be too easy for you to die so quickly."

The monk with the crying face mask had marks all over his body, and his flesh and blood body gradually turned into smoke and disappeared.

Two breaths later, his body completely turned into a ball of white lightning, emitting a terrifying aura of annihilation.

"Thunder shakes the nine heavens!"

The sky was filled with dark clouds and flashes of lightning.

The next moment, thousands of white lightning bolts fell to the ground, instantly turning the area within hundreds of miles into a sea of ​​thunder.

Crack! Crack! Lu Tianjiao was in the sea of ​​thunder. His body, which had reached the Transcendent Realm, had no power to resist at all. His soul and life were being tortured by the lightning.

In the sky, Jiang Zhige felt heartbroken as he watched Lu Tianjiao being tortured.

Lu Tianjiao didn't have to risk his life to fight the two Wanxiang Realm powerhouses, as they were all doing it to fulfill their instructions to protect Mo Ziyan for him.

If this continues, Lu Tianjiao will probably end up with his body and soul destroyed.

"Brother Lu, otherwise, you should just withdraw."

Jiang Zhige was in agony. Even though he loved Mo Ziyan deeply, he shouldn't let Lu Tianjiao share the burden with him.

Patriarch Gu Ya just wanted to use Mo Ziyan to shake Jiang Zhige's state of mind, and he would not necessarily let the two white-robed monks kill Mo Ziyan directly.

But Lu Tianjiao is different. If he loses this battle, he will surely die.

Lu Tianjiao, who should have been dying in the sea of ​​thunder, burst into laughter when he heard the words.

"Brother Jiang, are you looking down on me?"

"Girl Zi Yan is not only your beloved disciple, but also the child I, Lu Tianjiao, watched grow up."

Jiang Zhige felt heavy-hearted upon hearing this and didn't know how to respond.

The Crying Face Masked Monk's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He dared to laugh when death was imminent. Was Lu Tianjiao complaining that his lightning wasn't strong enough? Just as the Crying Face Masked Monk was about to deliver a fatal blow, the Smiling Face Masked Monk's expression changed slightly and his body quickly retreated backwards.

Seeing the smiling-face-masked monk trying to escape, the crying-face-masked monk was completely unable to react. He turned back to look at Lu Tianjiao, and found that Lu Tianjiao, who was as charred as charcoal, was slowly straightening up from the sea of ​​thunder.

"And Brother Jiang, if you keep staring at me like this, where will I put my face if I run away?"