Stunning beauty

Southeast of Central Plains.

A big fire burned the mountain.

Amidst the raging flames, a young man in white clothes appeared on the battlefield holding the magic sword March.

The Demon Lord in White, the man in white, I don’t know if it was a coincidence or intentional, but the expressions of the two mysterious powerful men present obviously changed after seeing the man in white appear.

"Ren Fengge!"

The old man in black looked at the arrogant man in white in front of him and said in a deep voice, "The strength of this Suzaku Saint is not something that ordinary people can deal with. Even if you get the Demonic Blade March, you may not be his opponent!"

"Long-winded."

The man in white who was called Ren Fengge spoke coldly, stepped on the ground, and slashed at the Son of Suzaku in front of him with the magic knife in his hand.

Seeing this, Fu Tianxi ran away without saying a word.

The devil's sword slashed down, the mountains shook and the earth trembled, but the sword missed.

"Want to leave? Wishful thinking!"

When Ren Fengge saw that the Son of Suzaku was about to escape, he immediately chased after him. The magic sword burst out with an astonishing gray light, and with one swipe of the sword, he swept through the enemy troops.

In front, Fu Tianxi sensed something and quickly turned back and came behind the old man in black.

The magic sword slashed the air again, causing mountains to collapse and the ground to crack, with gravel flying everywhere.

Ren Fengge saw that the Son of Vermillion Bird avoided his attacks again and again, and he snorted coldly. He turned around and swept the Demonic Knife March across, striking out several times in a row with a fierce attack that rolled up thousands of waves of fire.

However, when the magic knife shed blood, the first person injured was not Fu Tianxi, but the old man in black who was very close to him.

The splattered blood evaporated and dissipated in the waves of fire. The old man in black dodged in a hurry, not wanting to be affected by the power of the magic sword.

However, Fu Tianxi, who was a skilled fighter, entangled it like a plaster and adopted a circling style of attack to suppress the edge of the magic knife to the maximum extent.

The purpose is very clear. If you have the guts, kill your accomplices as well!

"You are the Son of the Suzaku Saint, and this is all your courage!"

Ren Fengge saw the shameless fighting style of the Son of Suzaku and sneered with a cold expression.

"Three against one, where do you get the courage to say such a thing?"

Fu Tianxi retorted bluntly that during the days of further study in Li Yuan, he did learn some real skills. He could still make trouble even when he was unreasonable, and he was even more unforgiving when he was right.

"I'll tell them to back off, you and I will go one on one!"

Ren Fengge said coldly, "In this case, Saint Son, you won't dare to accept my challenge, right?"

"Let them back off?"

Fu Tianxi sneered, "Where to retreat? Ten steps away, do you think I'm stupid?"

"Ten miles away!"

Ren Fengge said in a deep voice, "Is this enough? Or does the Holy Son simply not dare to accept my challenge?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Tianxi retreated ten feet away and said calmly, "I hope you can keep your word!"

Ren Fengge heard the Suzaku Saint Son in front of him agree, and his eyes swept over the two of them, and said, "You two retreat, each guarding a direction. As long as the Saint Son doesn't run away, you don't need to intervene."

The old man in black and the man in green looked at each other after hearing what Ren Fengge said, and without saying anything more, they left one on the left and one on the right, leaving the battlefield to the two of them.

"Can i do it now?"

Seeing the two people leaving, Ren Fengge raised the magic knife in his hand. The three-foot sharp edge was filled with gray airflow. The ancient magic weapon gave people an indescribable sense of oppression.

Facing the unfamiliar master in front of him, Fu Tianxi did not dare to be careless. Flames surged out from his body and vaguely, one after another red birds appeared, lifelike, as if the Red Bird had reappeared.

The next moment, the two of them moved at the same time.

The magic sword March was emitting cold light, and the divine bird Vermillion Bird was emitting raging waves of fire. The two forces collided violently, causing the entire battlefield to collapse and sink, which was extremely horrifying.

After a few moves, Ren Fengge held the sword with both hands and split Mount Hua with all his strength. Between heaven and earth, a demonic shadow soared into the sky, as if the White-robed Demon King was still alive, with unshakable power.

Fu Tianxi did not dodge or evade. He put his hands together, and a huge phantom of the Vermillion Bird appeared behind him. Between his palms, waves of fire spread, and in the center of his palms, an extremely dazzling light burst out, like a divine sun, illuminating the entire mountain range.

Immediately afterwards, the two forces collided again. In an instant, with the two of them as the center, a terrifying force quickly spread around. Wherever the aftermath reached, all the towering dead trees were shattered and were completely swallowed up by this terrifying residual force.

All around Kyushu, eyes were looking towards the southeast of Central Plains, all with shocked expressions.

"What a terrifying Son of Suzaku!"

More than ten miles away, the old man in black felt the shocking wave of fire coming towards him, and his heart sank slightly.

This was just the aftermath, but it was so hot and unstoppable. It was obvious that the Son of Vermillion Bird had not used his full strength before.

Wait, no need to use full strength?

why?

Wouldn't it be more reasonable to break out with all your might before they form a siege?

Thinking of this, the old man in black looked at the battle ahead and was about to open his mouth to remind them, when suddenly, a flash of knife light silently crossed the darkness and slashed towards his throat.

The old man in black felt a chill on his back and hurriedly dodged. However, after the first knife, another one came, one long and one short, and the edge was piercing.

"Bah!"

The old man in black was caught off guard and couldn't react in time. The arm holding the sword was cut by the long knife, and blood was dripping, staining his clothes red.

At night, that beautiful figure seemed to appear out of thin air, holding the Wu Emperor Minghong, while the other short blade had disappeared at some point in time.

"Five realms!"

The old man in black looked angry when he saw the woman who hurt him.

He was actually hurt by a woman in the fifth realm!

“That didn’t work.”

Wenren Yuexiu felt a little regretful when he saw that his sneak attack had failed.

If Sister Yunying knew this, she would definitely laugh at her.

"Junior, you are seeking death!"

The old man in black looked at the woman in front of him, and without a word, he swung his sword and rushed forward.

Wenren Yuexiu waved his sword to block, but he felt his right arm go numb and he took several steps back.

The peak of the fifth realm and the divine realm seem to be only separated by a thin line, but in fact there is a world of difference between them. If they confront each other head-on, there is ultimately a huge chasm.

"Five unique qualities of heaven and man!"

Knowing that his opponent was too strong and that a long fight was unsuitable, Wenren Yuexiu mobilized his true energy and immediately used his ultimate sword skills.

"The clear light of a river reflects the cold moon!"

In the dark night, the cold light of the moon brought up a waterfall of beautiful snowflakes, which were cut down by a knife, leaving the whole place covered with frost.

The old man in black smiled coldly and waved his sword to block the cold light, but between the two of them, yellow sand spread and rolled up thousands of layers of snow.

The powerful sword was easily blocked, but Wenren Yuexiu's expression did not change at all. In his left hand, the second magic weapon, Hanyue, appeared and slashed towards the old man's throat.

The old man in black was well prepared, and he aimed his sword at the sharp edge, with a sneer on his face that became more and more ferocious.

"May I ask, sir, who sent you?"

At the moment when the battle was at a stalemate, a faint questioning voice rang out between heaven and earth. No one knew where it came from, like a ghost in the darkness, making people shudder.

When the old man in black heard the strange voice, he hurriedly pushed away the woman in front of him, retreated ten feet away, and looked left and right.

"Time is up!"

There was no answer to the question. Then, a sword light fell from nowhere, and with a swish sound, it drew a glaring bloody mark on the back of the old man in black.