With a bang, all the power in his body surged to his legs like waves. He stomped on the ground fiercely, and with a slight tremor, a circle of formless sword qi rippled out in a ring shape. Everywhere it passed, the withered grass turned into ashes, clearing out an empty space of a few meters.
In an instant, Wei Hong turned into a light red rainbow from the ground to the sky. With a trace of scorching heat, he cut through the sky like a meteor. In the blink of an eye, he flew toward Qinglan's Ancient Tree. His purpose was very simple. He wanted to get the Qinglan's Holy Fruit in front of others. Once it fell into his hands, Wei Hong firmly believed that no one could take it away from him. This was his confidence in his own strength.
"Stop him." Li Yi and the others quickly reacted. Their expressions changed greatly. They hurriedly pulled out their swords and shot out sword energy, trying to stop Wei Hong.
However, Wei Hong's body made a boom and his speed suddenly increased a lot. It was as if he was suddenly equipped with a rocket propeller. More than a dozen sword energy slashes missed.
As soon as Li Yi and the others pulled out their swords, Chu Mu's body moved and turned into a gust of wind, blowing the surrounding hay into pieces. He was extremely fast. With a whoosh, he chased after Wei Hong.
"Kill!" One of the thirteen disciples of Qinglan Sword Sect shouted and pulled out his sword, slashing out several sword energy slashes toward Li Yi and the others.
A streak of golden light flashed, bringing with it endless sharpness. It was as if even the air was being sliced apart, leaving behind a thin golden line that seemed to extend from one side to the other.
One of the disciples of Qinglan Sword Sect suddenly stopped. His sword seemed to be frozen in the air. His face suddenly showed a painful expression, and there was a touch of horror and fear in his eyes. A blood line quickly appeared on his neck and expanded. Blood spurted out like a fountain.
The golden light flashed. It was Xiao Qianfeng. Xiao Qianfeng, who was at the peak of the ninth phase, was even more terrifying. Just one sword strike was enough to kill a late ninth phase disciple of the Qinglan Sword Sect. Li Yi and the others were shocked. Yao Bifeng and the others were shocked as well, let alone the disciples of the Green Orchid Sword Sect.
"The two of us will deal with him. The rest of you, work together to hold on. When Senior Brother Wei Hong arrives, it will be the time of their deaths." Qinglan Sword Sect's Second Senior Brother roared. He was shocked and angry. He waved his sword again and again. One after another, Sword Qi swept out like a storm towards the disciples of Qingfeng Sword Sect and Qingshui Sword Sect.
In addition to Wei Hong and the one who had just been killed by Xiao Qianfeng, there were still twelve disciples of Qinglan left. Qingfeng Sword Sect had seven disciples, excluding Chu Mu, and Qingshui Sword Sect had six, making a total of thirteen.
Most of the disciples of Qinglan Sword Sect were at the late stage of Ninth Phase. In terms of overall strength, they were indeed better than the disciples of Qingfeng Sword Sect or Qingshui Sword Sect. Now, among the twelve disciples of Qinglan Sword Sect, five had reached the peak of Ninth Phase, and the remaining seven were all at the late stage of Ninth Phase.
In Qingfeng Sword Sect, there were four at the peak of Ninth Phase and three at the late stage of Ninth Phase. In Qingshui Sword Sect, there were only two at the peak of Ninth Phase, two at the late stage of Ninth Phase, and two at the middle stage of Ninth Phase. Because Li Yi had not recovered from his injury, he could only use seventy percent of his strength.
As a result, the two sides fought. Xiao Qianfeng, who was the strongest, was jointly attacked by two disciples at the peak of Ninth Phase. It was difficult to defeat them in a short time. The two sides were in a deadlock for the time being.
The Sword Light flashed, the sword shadows flew, and the Sword Qi swept out. The air was constantly being cut, making sharp whistling sounds. Wherever it passed, the withered grass was broken into pieces, and smoke and ashes were swirling in the air. On the withered ground, scratches were left one after another, spreading to the distance, crisscrossing.
Shadows mixed with the Sword Light crisscrossed and collided. The harsh sound of metal clanging continued. The Sword Light was dazzling. Occasionally, there was a scream, and a stream of blood flew into the sky. It was very eye-catching.
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"Damn this guy, he's so fast." Wei Hong sensed that Chu Mu was quickly catching up behind him. He secretly cursed, drew his sword and waved it back, shooting a few Sword Qi at Chu Mu. "Qinglan's Holy Fruit is mine, no one can take it away."
Chu Mu's body swayed, and like a willow branch in the wind, he circled around in a beautiful arc and dodged a few sword auras. His speed didn't decrease, but instead increased, and the distance between him and Wei Hong shortened a bit.
The fingers of his right hand moved gently, and his eyes were sharp, staring at Wei Hong's back, taking in all the surrounding scenery. He was only waiting for a trace of a flaw to appear, and he would immediately draw his sword, hoping to kill the enemy in one blow.
At this time, both sides had entered the bottom of the Ancient Qinglan Tree, close to the branches. The invisible wall before seemed to have never appeared.
With a whoosh, Wei Hong rushed to the bottom of the Ancient Qinglan Tree. His feet stomped on the ground fiercely, and the Sword Qi made a bang sound. The ground was slightly sunken. Wei Hong's whole body rushed straight up like a rocket, intending to rush to the top of the Ancient Qinglan Tree before Chu Mu and take the Holy Fruit of Qinglan Tree.
The gap between the seventh and sixth grade of cultivation talent was much greater than the gap between the eighth and seventh grade. It was like a huge gap that was difficult to cross.
Chu Mu also quickly rushed to the bottom of the Ancient Qinglan Tree. He gently touched the ground, and his body went straight up, as if he was riding the wind.
Suddenly, Chu Mu's heart skipped a beat, and his hair stood on end. There was a strong sense of crisis that hit his body like a bomb, making him numb. Without any hesitation, Chu Mu drew his Sword Qi, and with a clanging sound, the sword was dazzling. He cleverly cut the trunk next to him, and with the help of the force, his whole body flew to the side.
Almost instantly, a dark green arrow filled with a sour odor shot over. The extremely powerful sour odor caused Chu Mu's expression to greatly change. With a single sniff, he knew that there was a shocking poison within. As if even space was being corroded, it left behind a clear trail that passed through Chu Mu's previous position and shot towards the ground.
With a puchi sound, the dark green color hit the withered ground and immediately let out an ear-piercing sound. Chu Mu landed on a tree branch and subconsciously turned around to take a look. His pupils rapidly trembled. He saw that the ground was constantly bursting with a strange light green smoke, curling straight up, and the ground quickly sank, like a spark falling on a bubble, quickly melting.
At the same time that Chu Mu was inexplicably attacked, Wei Hong was also attacked. A brown figure with the same color as the trunk, like a light, shot toward Wei Hong. Wei Hong only smelled a strong stench, and before he could see what the other party was, it had already rushed in front of him.
Subconsciously, he raised his hand, and the Sword Light flashed in front of him. With a clang, the fake sword bent slightly inwards. Wei Hong's expression changed drastically as an incomparably powerful force rushed over. His palm was in pain, as though it was about to be torn apart. He almost lost his grip on the sword in his hand and flew out. His body was also sent flying by the impact of this force, crashing into a tree trunk.
His left hand pushed back, and he hurriedly jumped up and landed on a tree trunk. His blood and Qi shook, and his face was abnormally red. His eyes were full of shock.
"Hiss hiss …" A strange sound that made one's scalp tingle sounded, and then it instantly fell silent. The air was filled with a shuddering factor. Chu Mu and Wei Hong both felt a chill run down their spines. They couldn't help but shiver, and goosebumps appeared on their skin.
Their eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp light revolved in their pupils. They looked in the direction of the sound, and at first glance, they didn't find anything, but when they looked more carefully, they suddenly saw that it was a python.
They saw a python that was about the thickness of a normal person's calf, and it was coiled up on a tree trunk, motionless. Because the color of its body was exactly the same as the color of the tree trunk, when it was motionless, it would give people the illusion that it was a tree trunk, and they wouldn't be vigilant at all. As a result, a sneak attack would succeed.
This python, under the careful observation of Chu Mu and Wei Hong, found that there was a small brown horn on its forehead, but it was darker than the color of its skin. Its whole body seemed to be about two meters long. Although the sneak attack just now was dodged by Chu Mu and Wei Hong, it made them very vigilant. Too fast, the speed of this python was really too fast.
Chu Mu and Wei Hong didn't move, and even their breathing became incomparably slow and long. They were afraid that if they made the slightest movement, it would attract the python's attack, which wouldn't be a good thing.
The sound of fighting in the distance seemed to be very far away, as if it was isolated from them in a different world.
"When Elder Luo and the others explained, they didn't mention this kind of python …" Chu Mu said secretly, he didn't know what kind of python this was, because its breath was restrained, and he couldn't feel it, let alone know the strength of this python. The most important thing was, on this ancient Qinglan tree, was there only one such python, or was there a second or third one?
If there were many, that would be the most terrible.
Thinking of this, Chu Mu's eyes condensed, and slowly glanced around the other places. The sword qi in his body slowly flowed, his muscles were tight, and his strength was integrated. At any time, he could erupt in an instant, counterattack or dodge.
At this time, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Wei Hong slowly taking off the bag on his back, infusing it with sword qi and throwing it hard at Chu Mu. Between the whistling of the wind, Chu Mu's spirit seemed to explode, and a sense of crisis arose. The brown figure flashed, and the python quickly rushed to the bag.
Without any hesitation, Chu Mu immediately fell down quickly, and landed on the ground in a flash. He hurriedly left the range of the ancient Qinglan tree. The bag was bitten by the python, and dozens of elixirs were scattered. Wei Hong seized this opportunity, raised his sword qi, and hurriedly rushed to the sky, still wanting to pick the Qinglan Holy Fruit first.
The python seemed to be angered, and it let out a roar, strangely twisting its body, piercing the sky, and shooting at Wei Hong like an arrow from the string. Its speed was a bit faster than Wei Hong's.
Wei Hong's face changed dramatically, and he hurriedly slashed several sword qi. One by one, the sword qi slashed on the python's body, making a puff sound and breaking. The python was unharmed, and its speed did not slow down. It opened its mouth and spat out a dark green liquid full of sour smell, shooting at Wei Hong like an arrow.
Wei Hong gritted his teeth, kicked the trunk hard, and rushed out of the ancient Qinglan tree in the blink of an eye. With the help of the branches, he quickly went down. The python behind him chased after him like a bolt of lightning, causing Wei Hong's scalp to turn numb. He had no choice but to swing his hand and slash out a dense storm of sword Qi, bombarding the python's body. Finally, the python's speed was reduced slightly.
He ran for his life and flew away at an astonishing speed. When he rushed out of the range of the Ancient Tree of Qinglan, the brown figure turned in mid-air and flew towards the Ancient Tree of Qinglan and disappeared.