Seeing Qu Youmeng questioning him with her sword, Lin Xuan was speechless and helpless.
Unexpectedly, I encountered my third disciple here.
only...
With the abilities of this body now, Chen Xiao could easily defeat it, but it would be a bit more difficult for Qu Youmeng.
In particular, Qu Youmeng has made further progress in her Sword Dao after her last breakthrough. Although she has not yet reached the King Realm, her strength is not something that ordinary people can compare to.
Within the entire Sword Pavilion, Qu Youmeng's strength is second only to Su Lianxin.
Although his body possesses Imperial Blood, it has only recently awakened. Using only Alien Race methods, he might not be a match for the third disciple.
This is really...
At this point, looking at the tip of Qu Youmeng's sword, the Sixty-Three Palaces felt a headache coming on and began to consider retreating.
He had no intention of fighting his disciple; it was pointless.
Previously, I just thought Chen Xiao was too arrogant, which was not good, so I thought it would be a good opportunity to teach him a lesson. However, I did not expect that it would attract Qu Youmeng.
Just as the Your Highness Sixty-Three remained silent in contemplation, Qu Youmeng's gaze grew colder and colder.
Too lazy to waste words, he snorted coldly and attacked directly!
Wherever the longsword points, that is where the heart desires; one strikes immediately, each move deadly and merciless.
The sword flashed frequently, moving at an extremely fast speed and containing immense power. The Your Highness Sixty-Three clicked his tongue inwardly, realizing he couldn't take it head-on, and had no choice but to retreat and dodge.
He wanted to back down, Qu Youmeng wouldn't let him. She already hated Alien Race, and now that the Your Highness Sixty-Three had injured her junior brother, how could she possibly give up?
It's just a pity for the Your Highness Sixty-Three. If it were anyone else, he could have easily done it. After all, those people were not familiar with his moves at all. Even if their identities were exposed, he could have just killed them. Dead men tell no tales.
But the person opposite him was his disciple, so he couldn't be treated so casually.
As he compared the attacking Sword Qi to the surrounding sword energy, he inwardly complained with a sense of helplessness.
This little girl really goes all out against Alien Race she encounters.
But as he sensed the increasingly sharp Sword Intent within Qu Youmeng's sword light, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
As expected of his disciple, he has not been lazy at all during this time and his sword skills have improved significantly.
As the Your Highness Sixty-Three continued to dodge her Sword Qi, Qu Youmeng's eyes darkened.
Although the Your Highness Sixty-Three has not yet made a move, he is able to accurately dodge every attack.
It seems Chen Xiao was right; this Alien Race is indeed strange!
At this moment, her wariness and respect for this Alien Race figure intensified!
With a thought, she stopped in her tracks, twirled her longsword in a beautiful flourish, and a powerful Spiritual Power burst forth from the sword in her hand, causing the blade to tremble slightly.
In Qu Youmeng's eyes was an unwavering determination to win.
She is very confident.
This move was something she comprehended after emerging from the Void Realm. She named it "Deliverance from Calamity" to dispel evil spirits. This sword technique was also personally guided and improved by her master, making it extremely powerful.
A terrifying Sword Intent erupted from the spirit sword, its Sword Qi surging like a golden lotus of Deliverance from Calamity, exuding an aura of Annihilation, and slashed directly at the Your Highness Sixty-Three.
Seeing the somewhat familiar sword moves and Sword Qi, the Your Highness Sixty-Three felt a chill run down his spine.
This move, after all, was personally modified by him, so he naturally knew its power.
"No, this girl is serious."
Now, it was the Your Highness Sixty-Three's turn to be both amused and exasperated.
Today, he finally experienced what it means to ask for trouble.
The sword techniques he taught himself ended up being used to cut himself.
What kind of mess is this?!
Finally, a slight sigh escaped from the lips of the Your Highness Sixty-Three. He sighed softly, relying on the physical strength of his awakened Imperial Blood, preparing to withstand the attack.
He was actually quite curious about the current limits of his Alien Race body.
The Your Highness Sixty-Three took a deep breath, and his vertical pupils, which were originally tinged with green, were instantly covered in blood.
His originally scarlet skin turned silver-white, and his aura surged. Facing the One Sword strike from his disciple, he crossed his arms to protect himself. On his silver-white arms, various mysterious patterns awakened at this moment!
It seemed as if High Antiquity mythical beasts were humming in the void.
At this moment, the Your Highness Sixty-Three activated the Imperial Blood within him, and his entire being transformed from the bloodthirsty and ruthless figure of the Alien Race into one with a touch of holiness and mystery.
boom!
The terrifying Sword Qi arrived in an instant, but the mysterious patterns on the silver-white arm suddenly shone with golden light, blocking the overwhelming Sword Qi.
The Sword Intent resonated, Your Highness Sixty-Three could feel the supreme Sword Intent contained within each Sword Qi.
He chuckled to himself. This girl had really put in a lot of effort in secret; her Sword Intent was probably trying to catch up with Xin'er's.
I don't want to fall behind even a little bit.
But he knew that this attack was not all that Qu Youmeng had to offer.
Qu Youmeng understood this, and the Your Highness Sixty-Three understood it even more clearly.
He was quite certain that if things continued this way, he would not be a match for Qu Youmeng based solely on the abilities that the Alien Race could display.
Using methods other than those of Alien Race, Qu Youmeng could be defeated with ease.
However, he doesn't plan to reveal his identity so soon.
During the time Lin Xuan spent lurking among the Alien Race, the deeper he went and the more he learned, the clearer Lin Xuan became about their terrifying nature. What he had seen in the entire Profound Domain was only the tip of the iceberg.
Tsk...
Lin Xuan is quite useful with his identity as a prince with Imperial Blood, and he has no intention of losing it.
Therefore.
This moment.
Undefeated to this day, a master of Thirty Great Dao, the Sword Pavilion Master who could slay a Venerable with One Sword strike, chose without hesitation...
escape--!
That's right.
He was always the one who made others run away, but today, he was forced to run away by his own apprentice.
After all, if the fighting continued, the Alien Race's body wouldn't be able to hold up.
He thought to himself, "When we get back to the Sword Pavilion, I'll teach Chen Xiao a lesson for being so talkative!"
But at this point Qu Youmeng was not so easy to get rid of.
After breaking through in the Void Realm, she honed her skills on the battlefield against Alien Race for a long time. No Alien Race had ever escaped her grasp!
"Want to leave?"
Seeing that the Your Highness Sixty-Three -Your Highness Sixty-Three was about to run away, she sheathed her sword, her eyes turning cold, and relentlessly pursued him.
For half a day, it was a chase, a flight, until even the Your Highness Sixty-Three was at his wits' end.
How can a master be hunted down by his disciples?
Finally, Qu Youmeng unleashed another Sword Qi, shattering the mountain in front of her. Dressed in black, she stood in the void, sword in hand, blocking the path of the Your Highness Sixty-Three.
He looked at this disciple he couldn't shake off and asked with a wry smile, "What exactly do you want? Didn't I spare your junior brother?"
Upon hearing this, Qu Youmeng didn't even bother to reply. She swung her One Sword, watching her opponent dodge it, her murderous intent deepening.
Although the Your Highness Sixty-Three did not retaliate, Qu Youmeng trusted her judgment.
He is definitely not weak!
If we let him leave, it might bring disaster to the Human Race.
This child must not be allowed to live!
The Your Highness Sixty-Three felt a chill run down his spine; why was his disciple so stubborn?
Gritting his teeth, he used his movement Movement Method to dodge another One Sword strike and turned to leave.
Qu Youmeng was also persistent. Even though she saw the Your Highness Sixty-Three fleeing deeper into the territory of the Alien Race, she did not give up. Instead, she held on even tighter.
For half a day, the two remained locked in a stalemate; the Your Highness Sixty-Three could not escape, Qu Youmeng could not catch up.
Just as the Your Highness Sixty-Three was pondering how to end this awkward situation, Qu Youmeng stopped first.
Something's not right...
Oh no!
Qu Youmeng abruptly stopped in mid-air, twisting her body sharply to narrowly avoid the attack that was swinging towards her. A strand of her hair was severed and scattered in the air. Qu Youmeng retreated, staring warily at the Alien Race that had suddenly appeared in front of her.
A dangerous aura emanated from behind her. Qu Youmeng turned around and her heart sank.
Oops.
I was so focused on the pursuit that I was led into a trap by the Your Highness Sixty-Three. There were even two other Alien Race here.
These three members of Alien Race royal families... plotted to kill him!?
Especially the unusual skin color of these two Alien Race, the silvery-white light that shimmered under the scorching sun was so dazzling that it made Qu Youmeng feel increasingly uneasy.
The auras of these two Alien Race are truly excessively powerful...
And how could their skin be silvery-white?
If it weren't for the purple-gold horns on their heads and the tail hooks behind them, Qu Youmeng would hardly have recognized them.
The two Alien Race looked at Qu Youmeng as if she were a toy to amuse and relieve their boredom, their mockery growing ever more pronounced, and their tone showing no sign of tension whatsoever.
"Sixty-third brother, you have truly disgraced our God Clan, being chased and forced to flee in terror by such a mere Human Race."
"Well, Brother Wang, it's been a long time since we've seen a living Human Race. She just happened to stumble upon us today; she's perfect for entertaining us."
"That's a very insightful remark, Fifty-Three."
Forty-Four! Fifty-Three!
These two Alien Race beings weren't of particularly high rank, but for some reason, seeing their unusual skin gave Qu Youmeng a bad feeling.
These two... aren't Alien Race?
They're clearly from Alien Race, so why are they silver-white...?
Previously, when the Your Highness Sixty-Three was blocking his sword strikes, both of his arms turned silver-white.