Zhang Yuanzheng's question is full of fear.
He couldn't see through the cultivation level of the young man in white in front of him.
Cang Lie clearly said that this person is no more than Foundation Establishment, Eighth-Layer Peak, but how is that possible?
With his Golden Core Third Layer eyesight, he couldn't detect the other party's depth.
At least it is Golden Core Third Layer or above. This judgment is like a basin of ice water, draining away the leisurely time I just watched the movie.
Cang Lie also reacted at this time.
When his enemy met just now, all he could see was the face that made him hate him to the core. He didn't even notice that the aura on the other person's body was completely different from the last time.
Seeing the sudden change in Zhang Yuanzheng's attitude at this moment, he suddenly became alert. He couldn't see through the aura of the person opposite him.
How could it be possible in just ten days?
Xiao Huo spoke.
He leaned the heavy sword in front of him, and the tail of the sword sank into the gravel ground for an inch. He put his hands on the hilt of the sword casually, with a half-smile expression on his face, "Why, didn't you just say you wanted to kill me?"
His eyes swept back and forth between Cang Lie and Zhang Yuanzheng, and his tone was light,
"Now... are you cowardly?"
Zhang Yuanzheng was silent for a moment, and the seriousness on his face suddenly relaxed, replaced by a polite smile.
He cupped his fists towards Xiao Huo, his posture was extremely low, and his tone sounded like he was apologizing:
"Fellow Daoist, I have misunderstood. Although I am a member of the Cangwu Dynasty, I came here just to help the Seventh Prince and did not actually harm anyone in your dynasty."
He glanced sideways at Su Wenyuan and Han Qianshan, his tone sincere,
"None of the wounds on those two bodies were caused by my sword."
As soon as these words came out, Cang Lie's pupils suddenly tightened.
He suddenly turned his head and stared at Zhang Yuanzheng, his eyes filled with incredible anger:
"Zhang Yuanzheng! What are you talking about?!" His voice suddenly rose, and uncontrollable rage rolled in his throat.
"Even if his strength has increased, how much can he reach in just a few days? If you and I join forces, why can't we kill him?"
Zhang Yuanzheng turned his head and glanced at Cang Lie from the corner of his eye.
There was no respect or hesitation in his eyes, only a trace of undisguised contempt, as if he was looking at a fool who couldn't understand the situation.
"Seventh Prince." He spoke, his voice was not high and his words were not hasty, but his words were clear, "Do you really think... I would offend someone who is stronger than me for you?"
Behind Xiao Huo, Han Qianshan lifted up Su Wenyuan, lifted the almost exhausted body onto his shoulders, and took long strides to retreat into the distance.
At this time, all three of them saw the situation in front of them clearly. Although they did not know how Xiao Huo did it, they all knew that their lives were saved.
Shen Hongyuan hesitated for a moment.
She looked at Xiao Huo's back, and then at Cang Lie's face full of resentment opposite her. She tightened her grip on the sword and walked towards Xiao Huo.
She didn't ask about Xiao Huo's strength. Now was not the time to talk.
What she has to do is to stand with him, and at the very least, hold on to Cang Lie for him.
Xiao Huo heard footsteps and glanced sideways at her.
But he didn't say much, he just raised his hand and waved it casually.
"Stay back." Xiao Huo's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, "They can't do anything to me."
Shen Hongyuan bit his lip.
Looking at the tall figure in front of him, he finally took a few steps back obediently.
But he didn't go too far. He still held the sword hilt tightly in his hand, ready to rush forward to help at any time.
Xiao Huo Seeing the two people arguing in front of him, he pulled the epee out of the rubble, put it on his shoulder, and took two steps forward casually.
There was a smile on his face, and his tone was gentle, as if he was discussing a mutually beneficial good thing. "You two don't have to be in such a difficult situation."
He paused, his smile remained unchanged, but his voice suddenly became darker. "No one can leave today."
As soon as the words fell, the scene suddenly turned cold.
The scorching wind came from the direction of the volcanoes, rolling up gravel and making the clothes of the three people rustle. Cang Lie's mouth twitched, and then he sneered, turning to look at Zhang Yuanzheng, his eyes full of sarcasm:
"You still want to surrender to the enemy? They don't think highly of you at all."
Zhang Yuanzheng did not reply.
He narrowed his eyes and locked his gaze on Xiao Huo, a cold light flashing deep in his pupils.
After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, "Fellow Daoist, are you sure... you want to keep me?"
"Of course." Xiao Huo's answer was short and straightforward, as if he was responding to an unmistakable invitation, "Today both of you are going to die."
Before the last word was spoken, the white figure had disappeared from the place.
Zhang Yuanzheng's pupils shrank suddenly. He was originally guarding against this move and had already accumulated strength under his feet, but the opponent's speed was still faster than he expected.
He only felt his eyes blur, and a black shadow was wrapped in a powerful force and smashed down on his head.
The heavy sword was as light as nothing in Xiao Huo's hand, but the sound of the falling wind was as heavy as a mountain collapsing.
Zhang Yuanzheng did not dare to underestimate the enemy, so he hurriedly drew his sword to block. The aura on the sword surged, pouring all the Spiritual Power into the sword.
"Qiang--!"
The moment the two swords intersected, Zhang Yuanzheng's expression completely changed.
It was not blocking a slash at all, but like being hit head-on by an ancient ferocious beast.
An overwhelming force was transmitted from the sword, causing his jaw to burst on the spot and blood dripping down the hilt.
Immediately afterwards, a thin and crisp "click" sound came into the ears.
His sword was broken.
A crack as thin as a hair spread from the blade of the sword, spreading rapidly and covering half of the sword in an instant.
Zhang Yuanzheng made a decisive decision, regardless of his concern for the weapon, and used his strength to retreat. His figure was like a gray afterimage, and he retreated seven to eight feet before he could stabilize himself.
He lowered his head and glanced at the cracked long sword in his hand, his face so gloomy that it could drip water.
He was born as a commoner in the Cangwu Dynasty, unlike the princes like Cang Lie and Gray Wolf who were born with spiritual stones in their mouths.
Without the foundation of elixirs and the blessing of earth-level weapons, he could reach Golden Core Third Layer only by rolling out on the tip of the knife with his life.
But today, this Upper Profound Grade long sword was shattered after just one encounter.
Cang Lie on the side saw this scene clearly.
His heart was already half cold, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his palms, and the same thought kept spinning in his mind:
How could this happen?
How could a person who was just Foundation Establishment, Eighth Layer a few days ago suddenly become more than Golden Core Third Layer?
This doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all.
But Cang Lie is a prince after all, and his knowledge and experience are not comparable to those of ordinary Rogue Cultivator.
He quickly suppressed his surging emotions and forced himself to calm down. His eyes glanced at the cracked sword in Zhang Yuanzheng's hand, and a plan came into his mind.
Then he flipped his right hand, and a silver light flew out of his hand and shot straight towards Zhang Yuanzheng.
Zhang Yuanzheng subconsciously reached out to catch it and looked down.
It is Cang Lie's dagger Lower Earth Grade.
The sword's body was silver-white, and the aura was flowing around it. It was completely different from the broken copper and iron in his hand.
He was stunned for a moment and looked up at Cang Lie.
Cang Lie didn't look at him.
Those eyes were still locked on Xiao Huo, and the muscles all over his body were as tense as a fully drawn bow. His voice was extremely low, but every word was spoken with unquestionable determination:
"Take it, this guy is not simple, you and I will do it together."
Zhang Yuanzheng is holding the dagger with complicated eyes.
Just a moment ago, he was still thinking about how to escape unscathed and how to treat this useless seventh prince as an abandoned son.
But at this moment, the person he planned to abandon threw the best weapon to him.
He moved his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end he just weighed the dagger in his palm, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice:
"Okay, I'll attack from the front, and you can sneak up on me from behind."
Cang Lie nodded, and the two looked at each other with determination in their eyes.