The Fang Xin sword carried an incredible aura, and those watching from afar were frightened, not to mention Xie Lian who was retreating again and again under such an attack.

Just now, Hua Cheng was able to deal with Bai Wuxiang alone, but after Jun Wu came out, it took two people to tie with him. The home field magic power advantage of Tonglu Mountain finally gradually emerged, and Xie Lian vaguely felt a pressure suppressing this side.

Moreover, Jun Wu also had a layer of white armor to protect him. It was a thousand-year-old magic weapon that he had made himself, and its defense was almost impeccable. He only needed to protect his head. Hua Cheng's sword was extremely fast and accurate, and Xie Lian also took advantage of every opportunity. The two of them almost hit Jun Wu's throat, chest, back, abdomen, shoulders, etc., but the opponent did not move at all!

Mu shouted, "Don't waste your energy! It's useless! There's no way that white armor can be penetrated!"

Xie Lian said, “Attack him below the right ribs!”

The scimitar came out again and hit the place he said, but it was useless. Mu shouted: "It's useless to say it! Why don't we find a way to increase the distance first, and then we can join forces to fight him! Feng Xin! Where's your arrow?"

Feng Xin was climbing up a rock nearby, trying to catch the fetus that was spitting saliva at him. Hearing this, he said, "Okay! Here I come!"

Xie Lian said, “Keep going! Attack him below the right ribs!”

Feng Xin had seen the armor before and said, "Go! His armor is very strong. Even if you chop it a few hundred times, you may not be able to break it!"

Xie Lian said, “It’s okay, just listen to me! There’s no need for so much!”

Hua Cheng only listened to him, and without asking why, he continued to strike with his scimitar. Suddenly, a crack appeared where the blade passed.

The blade of doom slashed in!

Hua Cheng was in front of Jun Wu, holding a knife in one hand, staring at him with cold eyes. Xie Lian was standing behind Jun Wu, and Ruo Xie took the opportunity to come forward and tied Jun Wu's hands, making it impossible for him to block.

Mu on the other side was stunned and asked: "How could it be?"

How could Hua Cheng break that thousand-year-old white armor so easily? ? ?

Xie Lian held Ruo Xie tightly, stared at Jun Wu, and said, "...Have you forgotten? More than 800 years ago, I fought with you."

Feng Xin and Mu reacted: "Second ascension?"

That was exactly the case. At that time, Xie Lian proposed to Jun Wu that he wanted to compete with him.

Although both sides agreed not to show mercy before the battle, I think Jun Wu must have still had some reservations.

However, Xie Lian tried his best.

He used more than 3,000 swords in total. Among them, more than 400 swords stabbed Jun Wu. And among these more than 400 swords, more than 100 swords stabbed this place.

Xie Lian persevered and stabbed Jun Wu for more than three thousand times, finally breaking through the extremely hard white armor and stabbing him under the right ribs with one sword.

It is at this moment that Hua Cheng’s sword falls!

Therefore, eight hundred years ago, Xie Lian left old scars on this white armor. With only three sword strikes, Huacheng can break through!

Moreover, Hua Cheng’s sword was sharper than Xie Lian had imagined. The scimitar piercing his abdomen was definitely a devastating blow!

He just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the Imperial Master say, "It's useless! He..."

Logically speaking, Jun Wu should be restricted in his movements after being seriously injured, but he just looked down, his expression remained unchanged. When Xie Liangang realized something was wrong, Jun Wu's hands moved slightly.

Then, Xie Lian heard two slight tearing sounds, and at the same time, his hand loosened.

Ruo Xie... is broken!

The white silk was torn into two pieces, and suddenly became lifeless. The next moment, Xie Lian felt someone grabbing his neck and dragging him up.

Jun Wu's voice was close at hand, saying, "Xianle, do you think that I have less experience than you in being stabbed? Do you think I care?"

The Imperial Master said from a distance: "Even if you stab him a hundred and eighteen times, it won't work! Because... he seems... to no longer be able to feel any pain..."

Xie Lian remained calm even when a sword pierced his heart, and the same goes for Jun Wu.

Feng Xin had already drawn his bow and aimed it at Jun Wu, but he put it down again after hearing what he said, and said, "What?! Doesn't that mean it's useless whether I hit you or not?!"

Catechumen: "By the way, I'll tell you a piece of bad news that I observed. I suspect that his healing speed is faster than the speed at which he was injured."

"What?!"

And Xie Lian over there has already confirmed that this is indeed the fact.

Jun Wu smiled and said, "You two are really quite good."

His injuries were so terrible that anyone else would have been cut in half on the spot, but his wounds had stopped bleeding. He said, "In the past eight hundred years, I have only been injured by a knife and a sword, and the two were you. Bloody Rain Scholar, stand back, you don't want to see Xianle's neck being broken by me."

“…”

Hua Cheng's face was gloomy, with fierceness in his eyes, but when he saw Jun Wu holding Xie Lian and hanging him above the Tongtian Bridge, and if he let go, Xie Lian would fall into the Hundred-foot Flame Pond, he put away his knife, put his hands behind his back, and slowly stepped back a few steps.

E Ming was very anxious, his eyes darting wildly as he stared at Xie Lian. Hua Cheng retreated to the edge of Tongtian Bridge, and Jun Wu said, "It's OK."

He grabbed Xie Lian, and the two looked at each other. After a while, Jun Wu suddenly slammed Xie Lian into a rock wall!

The collision was so severe that Xie Lian’s head was buzzing and blood was dripping from his mouth and nose. There seemed to be many people screaming in the distance, but he couldn’t tell who was who. He only heard Jun Wu whisper in his ear, “Xianle, your head hit the wall. Does it hurt?”

Xie Lian didn’t quite hear what he said, so Jun Wu bumped into him hard again and asked, “Does it hurt? Does it hurt? Does it hurt?”

Every time he asked a question, he would slam Xie Lian against the wall, causing Xie Lian to scream, but what he was shouting was: “Sanlang, don’t come over here! I’m fine! You must not come over here!”

At least not now. Not yet!

When the first collision happened, Hua Cheng was about to rush over. He had only taken two steps when he heard Xie Lian telling him not to go over, and he stopped abruptly. But his face was already completely hideous, the veins on the back of his hand were almost bursting, and his whole arm was shaking.

Jun Wubiao didn't move at all, but he was holding him like crazy and slamming him against the rocks, repeatedly asking him: "Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

The Imperial Master said, “Your Highness!!!” It was unclear who he was calling. Xie Lian placed his bloodied hands against the uneven rock wall and gritted his teeth as he yelled, “…It hurts!!!”

Jun Wu then smiled with satisfaction, let go of Xie Lian’s poor head, and put him on the ground.

Xie Lian sat on the ground, holding his still buzzing head, tears and blood flowing uncontrollably. Jun Wu squatted beside him, staring at his face for a while, and suddenly raised his hand to gently wipe the blood off his face.

“…”

This action was gentle and kind, just like a father squatting beside a fallen child to comfort him. Feng Xin and Mu were horrified: "He...he...he is really crazy?"

Xie Lian said nothing and let him wipe it. Jun Wu muttered to himself again, "Silly boy, if it hurts, why don't you turn around? Do you think you will fall down by yourself if you keep bumping into the wall? Why don't you change your direction?"

Xie Lian said, “Don’t look back.”

Jun Wu raised his hand and slapped him, knocking him to the ground with a thud. Xie Lian was still dizzy when Jun Wu picked him up again. He said, "You must make me angry, right? I'll ask you again, will you change?"

Xie Lian coughed twice, coughing up a mouthful of blood, and said, “No change.”

A crack finally appeared on Jun Wu's gentle expression, and a hint of ferocity flashed across his face.

The Imperial Master's face turned pale. Seeing that the situation was not right, he quickly shouted, "Your Highness! You don't want to kill this child. You like him very much! Have you forgotten what you said?"

Jun Wu sneered, "Of course! If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have wasted all my patience for the past eight hundred years on him alone!"

He turned to Xie Lian again and suddenly said angrily, “But he is so stubborn and willful. He refuses to listen to me and insists on going against me! You won’t change, right? Then you can try and see if this wall will fall down after you bang your head against it.”

When the Imperial Master saw him mention Xie Lian again, he hurriedly said, “Your Highness! Your Highness!!! Your Highness… Your Highness is ignorant, so just let him go this time. Forget it! He will eventually understand…”

Jun Wu looked at him and smiled even colder: "Do you think I'm really crazy? Don't try to lie to me. In your heart, you really think that the one who is ignorant is not him, but me, right?"

The Imperial Master was stunned for a moment, and Jun Wu continued, "You are cultivating him wholeheartedly, hoping that he can defeat me, so that you can prove that I am wrong and you are right, and you are all right. Then you can hold the illusion of a perfect Prince Wuyong and sigh to the current Jun Wu. Isn't this your purpose? Do you think I don't know what you are thinking?"

The national teacher said: "No! Stop worrying about right or wrong, success or failure. I have never thought about it that way!"

Jun Wu, however, simply could not listen to anyone and shouted, “Don’t even think about it! I tell you, don’t even think about it! No one can beat me! Even less so for him!” He laughed for a while, then dragged Xie Lian against the rock and shouted, “Will you change or not? Will you change or not? Will you change or not?!”

Xie Lian also went crazy, grabbing his arm and yelling, “No change! No change! No change!!!”

Even though he was seeing stars and in great pain, he was stubborn and refused to give him the answer he wanted and refused to change. It was so satisfying!

He had been holding it in for too long. It seemed as if he had been waiting for such an opportunity for so many years, with his head broken and bleeding, while he cried and yelled: "I will never change! Never change!!!"

Now, it wasn't Jun Wu who drove him crazy, but he was the one who drove Jun Wu crazy!

Jun Wu's eyes were red, and he was about to teach him a lesson, but suddenly he stopped and looked down. He saw a long knife slashing his shoulder, and eight long arrows made of branches were neatly stuck in his back.

This was nothing, because neither the long sword nor the arrow could penetrate the white armor. But his right hand was gone.

The hand that was holding Xie Lian was gone. The entire hand disappeared from the wrist, with a neat cut. Xie Lian was also gone.

When he turned around again, something came flying towards him with a fierce gust of wind. He waved his left hand and grabbed the thing, only to find that it was his right hand.

Across the Tongtian Bridge, Hua Cheng held the blood-soaked Xie Lian in his arms, holding his scimitar in one hand and holding his shoulder, and with his other hand covering the wound on his head, and said grimly, "Take your dirty hands back."

Xie Lian refused to admit defeat, which angered him. However, he was so angry that he left a flaw, allowing Hua Cheng to seize the opportunity and successfully win Xie Lian back!

Jun Wu grabbed his right hand, connected it back to his wrist, moved it twice, and pulled out the arrow on his back. Suddenly he remembered something and glanced back, just in time to see Mu Yi holding a long knife and looking pale. Mu Yi was slightly startled when he met his eyes, but still bit the bullet and forced himself to remain calm. But after a while, he could no longer remain calm.

Jun Wu looked over his shoulder and said calmly, "Sure enough, you are still far behind Xianle."

Hearing this, Mu's face changed slightly, but the long sword in his hand suddenly fell, and then his face changed again, pulling up his sleeve to look at his wrist. He saw that the black curse shackle on his wrist suddenly tightened, and the meridians around it became prominent, as if an endless stream of blood was gathering towards it.

Seeing Mu standing there motionless, Feng Xin shouted, "What are you standing there for? Run!"

State Master: "Feng Xin, you kid, have you forgotten that he has an injury on his leg?"

Feng Xin was shocked: “Oh my god!” I really forgot about this!

In the past, Mu would have been so angry that he would have rolled his eyes, but now, there was no point in running! With the curse on his hand, it was useless to run anywhere!

Feng Xin cursed and was about to go forward, but Jun Wu pulled out the arrow from his back and threw it at him. Feng Xin felt a chill in front of him, and when he looked down, he saw that all eight arrows had been returned and neatly stuck in his mouth!

Jun Wu slowly walked towards Hua Cheng and Xie Lian. Hua Cheng didn't even look at him, hugged Xie Lian, and said, "Brother? Brother?"

Xie Lian had just been hit hard, and it took him a while to wake up in a daze. He still had a severe headache, and he asked without even opening his eyes: “…Sanlang? Are you okay?”

Hua Cheng looked at him for a while, then suddenly hugged him tightly and said, "I'm completely fine. Why don't you look at yourself?"

Xie Lian clung to his arms. Although he was held very tightly, his injuries were not affected. He tried hard to open his eyes, and the mess around him came into view.

Mu stood there stiffly, one hand tightly grasping the other wrist, as if he was fighting against the blood-sucking curse, but judging from his pale face, he could not hold on for long; although Feng Xin was not pierced by the eight arrows, he was also seriously injured and fell on the bridge. The fetal spirit was so happy that it kept screaming, jumping around him, and stomping on Feng Xin's face with its hind legs. Feng Xin was furious, but he could not move, otherwise his injuries would definitely get worse.

The entire Tongtian Bridge was collapsing section by section, and they might fall down with it at any time!

Xie Lian saw the situation clearly and was startled. He tried to get up, but Hua Cheng helped him up. They both looked across at the opposite side.

Jun Wu's shadow slowly walked towards them. In the firelight all around, it looked particularly tall and large, casting a large shadow. Xie Lian wiped the blood from his eyes, mouth and nose, staring at the shadow intently.

Jun Wu held the Heart-Slaying Sword at an angle. The Heart-Slaying Sword was condensed with an endless stream of spiritual light. At this moment, he was calm and seemed to be a different person from the Jun Wu who had just slammed Xie Lian against the rock. He said, "Xianle, you know very well that you will definitely lose in front of me."

Jun Wu knew Xie Lian too well. He knew exactly how he would fight, and his magic power completely crushed him. Moreover, even before they fought, Xie Lian could feel that his magic power was even stronger, and Tonglu Mountain, as his territory, was more powerful than this.

I'm afraid what he said is true. Xie Lian can't win.

But even if we can't win, we must fight!

At this time, Hua Cheng suddenly said: "No. Down, you won. You are better than him."

Xie Lian was startled and looked at him. Hua Cheng also stared at him, one eye shining as if it was burning, and said firmly: "Believe me. He is wrong, and you are right. You are better than him. You are much more powerful than him!"

Jun Wu let out a low laugh, perhaps because he thought Hua Cheng's words were naive and ridiculous, or perhaps because he felt pleased with the power of being flipped over by him in the applause.

The power of faith of millions of believers lies in his hands alone!

Hua Cheng grabbed his shoulders and said, "So what? They are just a million fools, all useless. And you only need one person."

One person is enough?

Before Xie Lian could react, Hua Cheng pulled him over.

Xie Lian opened his eyes wide.

Spiritual power exploded and rushed in.

This time, the power exchange was stronger than any other time Xie Lian had endured before. Even the undead butterflies and lava ghosts around him seemed to feel this terrifying energy, and they exploded, exploded, and screamed one after another. Xie Lian's fingers almost twitched, and his legs were shaking and trembling, and he almost fell to his knees. He shouted in his heart, "Stop, stop it," but Hua Cheng held his head tightly with both hands, not letting him leave, not allowing him to refuse.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Lian suddenly felt his throat loosen. At the same time, Hua Cheng finally let him go. Xie Lian's legs softened and he knelt on the ground, barely holding on with his hands to avoid falling.

Jun Wu stopped and looked over here with a solemn expression. Feng Xin, lying in the distance, said in disbelief: "Yours...yours?"

Xie Lian stretched out his shaking hands and touched his throat.

Nothing.

Hua Cheng had given him too much mana. Really too much, completely beyond the capacity of the curse shackles.

The two shackles that had bound him for more than eight hundred years burst apart!