Bai Wuji laughed wildly with pride, enjoying the powerful strength brought to him by the magic mist around him.

No wonder, no wonder Jiang Zhige chose to be contaminated by the evil spirit back then. In the face of such a terrifying force, the power of gold, fire, and lightning, which are known for their lethality, are nothing more than that.

Nangong Rou had a cold face and said nothing, focusing all her attention on dealing with the battle.

Her sword was fast, but it couldn't hurt Bai Wuji. Her speed was also very fast, but she could only barely avoid the center of the magic fog's bombardment, and her lungs were constantly injured by the aftermath.

As time went on, Nangong Rou became increasingly weaker and could not find a way out of the situation.

"Nangong Rou, if you commit suicide now, you can still have a decent death."

Bai Wuji's laughter became more and more arrogant. After several days of fighting, he had already figured out Nangong Rou's moves. As long as he controlled the distance well and didn't get stabbed instantly by the Glazed Spirit Sword, Nangong Rou, whose speed and spiritual power were suppressed by him, would be like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Just when Bai Wuji was feeling proud, a sword shadow faster than light and shadow suddenly stabbed at him from behind.

The sword shadow was so fast that it was unbelievable, and it was even difficult to detect how much sword intent it contained. It instantly pierced the magic mist that Bai Wuji had transformed into.

Bang! The magic fog immediately dissipated, but Bai Wuji's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Nangong Rou's face looked grim, and she thought to herself that this was not good.

The next moment, Bai Wuji appeared in the distance, looking at the sword shadow that was still looking for him.

"That was a close call, Fairy Nangong. I didn't expect you had a tenth Qingxia Liuli Sword?"

Bai Wuji's words were full of praise, but there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Everyone knows that Nangong Rou's nine glazed swords are the best in the world, but no one knows that she already has a tenth.

If Bai Wuji's real body had not avoided it in time, he might have been seriously injured by Nangong Rou.

Nangong Rou's eyes showed despair. She had endured for several days and had not produced the tenth glazed sword. She had intended to seriously injure or kill Bai Wuji when he was most relaxed, but unexpectedly, she failed to hurt Bai Wuji at all.

Nangong Rou is now at her wit's end and has no way of turning defeat into victory.

"It seems that one of the ten great beauties in our heaven, a powerful being in the semi-emperor realm, will have to die here today."

The demonic energy around Bai Wuji surged again, and terrifying power gathered in his palms.

Nangong Rou was unable to get close to stop him and could only watch Bai Wuji gather strength and shoot out countless black chains that contained a destructive aura.

The black chain corroded everything it touched, even affecting many monks who were fighting monsters in the distance.

Even if it just brushed past, the black chain would instantly turn the Immortal Venerable of Wenxuan Realm into rotten meat, and Nangong Rou had to deal with countless such black chains.

Nangong Rou was already in poor condition, and now she was in despair and had no will to fight, and was completely unable to avoid the whipping of the black chain.

Every time she was touched, the aura around her would dim a little and her face would grow paler.

Bai Wuji had a grim smile on his face. When the black chain broke through Nangong Rou's spiritual defense, he would be able to easily kill Nangong Rou, the half-emperor.

"Bai Wuji! Stop it!"

At this moment, an angry roar that resounded through the sky came from afar.

Bai Wuji's expression paused for a moment and he turned his head to look, only to see a figure wearing black armor and holding a huge black halberd, rushing towards him stepping on a thousand-foot-long black dragon.

"Jiang Zhige?!!!"

Bai Wuji's pupils shrank slightly, and a feeling of fear in his heart instantly rushed to the top of his head.

This fear seemed to come from his blood, and even he, who was already a half-emperor, was unable to get rid of it.

"Emperor, Lord?"

"Look at that black halberd, is it really the Emperor?!"

The monks not far away were all stunned. They had witnessed Jiang Zhige's death in the Zhengyang Temple with their own eyes.

Many demon cultivators and monsters were also stunned and quickly retreated outside the black cave.

Only Nangong Rou was not distracted by this. She took this opportunity to mobilize ten glazed swords to stab Bai Wuji from ten angles.

Feeling his life was threatened, Bai Wuji came to his senses immediately and quickly turned into a ball of black mist to avoid the Glazed Sword.

After that, Bai Wuji ignored Nangong Rou and stared at the figure holding the halberd. He said in a cold voice: "Jiang Zhige, you are not dead!"

As long as he got rid of that fear and thought carefully, there was nothing to be afraid of. Jiang Zhige must not be in his prime now, and he was already a half-emperor of magic who could defeat Nangong Rou.

Besides, if Bai Wuji was afraid of Jiang Zhige, what would he do to avenge himself? Jiang Zhige stepped on the black dragon and stopped beside Nangong Rou, pointing the black halberd in his hand directly at Bai Wuji, and shouted in a deep voice: "Bai Wuji, considering that we are both in heaven, if you retreat now, I can spare your life!"

"Retreat? Jiang Zhige, I am willing to become a demon and a lackey of Emperor Tuntian, just to kill you with my own hands and avenge my fellow countrymen!"

"Today, either you die or I die!"

Bai Wuji's voice was filled with resentment, and it turned into a dense demonic mist, sweeping in all directions with its might.

Now Jiang Zhige is not in his peak condition, and he has become a half-emperor of demon cultivation. He must take this opportunity to fight to the death, otherwise, when Jiang Zhige recovers, he will never be able to kill Jiang Zhige with his own hands in this life.

If successful, the tribe will be avenged and the nightmare will be eliminated.

If you lose, you will just die.

"Bai Wuji, you..."

Jiang Zhige was about to say something, but was blown away by the black seal thrown by Bai Wuji.

He, who was so powerful before, fell to the ground in an instant, and the black dragon under his feet also dissipated.

"What's going on?"

Bai Wuji was completely stunned. He knew that Jiang Zhige was not in his prime, but he did not expect him to be so weak.

All the cultivators present were also stunned. They couldn't believe that the figure who was blown away by Bai Wuji was Emperor Xuan Cang.

When the seal dissipated, all the cultivators looked up one after another, and found through the shattered black armor that the man was not Jiang Zhige at all, but Zhou Qi, one of the seventy-two generals of Xuan Cang.

And Zhou Qi was only in the middle stage of the Profound Realm, how could he be a match for Bai Wuji?

“Asshole! Asshole!!”

"How dare you play tricks on me?!"

Bai Wuji instantly became furious beyond description, and the demonic mist around him became boiling and violent.

When he saw Jiang Zhige, he developed a mentality of fighting to the death, but what he faced was Zhou Qi, who was just relying on the power of others to bully others. If this got out, he would be laughed at for eternity.

Nangong Rou looked desolate. The Yingkong Demon Armor and the Tianjiufang Void Halberd that Zhou Qi had spent several days forging still failed to scare Bai Wuji away.

Now they are at the end of their rope and are doomed to die.

“Die!!!”

Bai Wuji's face was filled with resentment and he was in no mood to talk nonsense anymore. He directly released a black net that covered the sky.

The black net will not trap people, but will cut them into pieces. Its range almost covers the entire 100,000-mile territory of Xuancang Holy Land.

"stop!"

At this moment, another voice suddenly sounded.

The sound was ordinary, but it contained an extremely sharp sword intent, which shattered Bai Wuji's huge black net on the spot.

Bai Wuji was shocked again. Could the sound alone break his furious attack? Nangong Rou was also shocked. She looked in the direction and found a handsome young man in white with a long sword under his feet.

"Lu, Lu Tianjiao?"