Meng Shui exclaimed softly, turned around and said to Xu Xuan.

"You, I'm seriously injured, so I still have to be cautious and not get too close."

Xu Xuan stopped and said in a naive way.

In fact, he was injured, not as severe as Mengshui, and he preserved more combat power.

Meng Shui nodded slightly, stood near Xu Xuan, looking at the battle situation.

The battle between Wukongming and Ziwu is unpredictable.

Wu Kongming's attack angle and direction were irregular, but he always blocked Ziwu's elusive attack.

Ziwu is even more illusory and cannot even capture his figure during the attack.

All along, disciples of the Ankong Palace have been the most outstanding killers.

Ding Ding--

Yunkongyu Sword and the dark iron jaw fist repeatedly fought.

Wukongming was severely injured and was in a passive state because he was in a severe state of injury. He was also taking this opportunity to digest the power of the Holy Spring Pill and prepare to accumulate strength to counterattack.

But Ziwu seemed to understand this situation and the attack became more and more rapid.

clangding ding ding ding ding...

Attacks are handed over more and more frequently. At a certain moment, hundreds of phantoms in the void intertwined together, forming millions of light and dark slashes, intertwined with light and dark, and slashed towards Wukongming.

"Finish!"

Wukongming shouted loudly, and a dazzling cloud light sword burst out from the Yunkong Feather Sword in his hand, splitting into thousands of cloud light sword energy, like a rainstorm pear blossom, sweeping ten feet apart.

not good!

Xu Xuan and Mengshui, who were watching the battle nearby, changed their faces and used their defenses to resist the storm of sword energy.

"This Wukongming is so terrifying. With the help of the 'Yunkong Feather Sword', the power is no less than the previous 'Yuntian Sword Explosion'. It's just a little smaller range, but it is completely unavoidable..."

The golden pattern on Xu Xuan's body floated, splashing sparks, stinging.

Dang clang—

The dazzling cloud light sword split the bombing moment, accurately hitting the origin of the phantom hidden in the void.

Ding ~

Immediately, a dark iron jab fist appeared out of nowhere, leaving a crack.

Bang!

Ziwu, who was surrounded by faint light, spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, and his body flew out.

thump!

Ziwu fell to the ground, and several blood holes were pierced in his chest. One arm was almost broken, leaving blood marks all over his body.

His mind trembled and his face showed horror. Even in this case, he could not do anything to the other party.

Wukongming, the status of the most talented figure in the Three Yang Realm is unshakable.

"If it were the late stage of the Yuan Dan, Ziwu would probably have been killed several times. Wukongming's last sword actually directly suppressed the attack of the Unknown Palace, almost killing Ziwu."

Xu Xuan and Meng Shui were shocked to see.

Both of them couldn't help but be glad that they did not fight to the death. Otherwise, if this powerful sword cultivator really fought hard, it would be enough to drag half a step into the water.

puff!

Wukongming fell to the ground and vomited another mouthful of blood, his face pale and his body shaking.

This is a loss-making situation.

Several miles away.

Several cultivators with awesome ghosts slowly approached here.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk... It's really wonderful! Wukongming and Ziwu, these two biggest enemies, were severely damaged and their vitality was greatly damaged. Even Mengshui was not much better."

Xie Yang let out a harsh laugh.

"That's right, Wukongming has not been able to recover for a month; Ziwu and Mengshui will not be able to recover from their peak in more than half a month."

"...Congratulations to Senior Brother Xieyang, for his last level, he will dominate the world!"

Several fellow disciples said happily.

(Second update...)
Chapter completed!