Chapter 875: Zhang Xiaohua breaks into the fragrance of the remains with sword (thirteen)

Although Meng was a little far away from Zhang Xiaohua, Meng tried her best and was in a good mood. She sent this heart-wrenching remark into Zhang Xiaohua's ears. When Zhang Xiaohua heard this, she felt a sense of pride. She lit up the Prajna Sword and avoided Hu Ben. She smiled and said, "With this dream, what else can I ask for?"

After saying that, he shouted, "Brother Tiger, do you dare to take my three moves?"

The tiger smiled happily: "Why are you afraid of three moves? What's wrong with just thirty moves?"

After hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua closed her hands and grabbed the hilt of the Prajna heavy sword with both hands, floated up, raised the heavy sword high above the top, and cut it straight down with a "huh". Where can I tell any moves?

"Ouch~" Chen Chen in the distance spoke quickly and cursed with a smile: "This guy is going to cheat!"

Sure enough, when he saw Zhang Xiaohua lifting the heavy sword high, Hu Ben secretly shouted that he didn't have time to make a wonderful counterattack. He quickly grabbed both ends of the cooked copper rod with both hands, held it high over the top, and posed towards the heavy sword that Zhang Xiaohua saw.

A loud "date" sound was even louder than the one just now. Hu Ben's arms were numb, the bluestone slab under his feet had already cracked, and Zhang Xiaohua, who was in the air, floated up high, and with a "puff", a mouthful of blood was spewing out.

But then, Zhang Xiaohua adjusted her figure again, still in the same position as before, and she slashed Huashan with force and chopped over again. Hu Ben was determined to change his move, but he was too anxious. Besides, he agreed to take Zhang Xiaohua's move just now. Although this "strike Huashan with force" is simple, it is also a move after all!

"Dang", another loud bang, even more than before. At this time, Hu Ben's arms had lost consciousness. The bluestone slab under his feet had been shattered, and the cooked copper rod as thick as a goose egg in his hand was beaten a little bent. Looking at Zhang Xiaohua again, it was still like that, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out, which seemed to be worse than Hu Ben.

"This guy... is going to burn his boat!" Hu Ben said in his heart, not feeling that he was more willing to cherish talent, but he did not dare to slack off in this head-on duel, just hoped that he would sell another flaw in his moves in a while.

Just as Hu Ben thought, Zhang Xiaohua's third move came again. Zhang Xiaohua knew that if this move didn't work, he would have to solve the mystery by himself. He was going to use the Fenghuang technique to grab Meng and drag Meng to her side first.

So he took a deep breath, and did not dare to activate his true energy. He tried his best to cut it down.

"Dang", with the third loud bang, Hu Ben fell to the ground with a "thump". The bluestone slab under his feet had long been shattered, his feet had already fallen into the mountain road, and Hu Ben's hands had long been shattered, and blood was flowing, and the ripe copper rod was thrown aside by Hu Ben. It was no longer like it, and the middle was bent a lot!

Zhang Xiaohua was even more miserable. She flew away and fell outside the mountain road. She couldn't stand up. A mouthful of blood had dyed the front red.

Hu Ben fell into the mountain road, rested for a while, looked back at Master Jingyi and others in the distance, and pulled out his feet from the mountain road with difficulty, and said hoarsely: "Junior Brother Ren, you... are indeed a hero-born boy. Hu admired him. He originally said that he wanted to take you three moves, but the weapon in the third move was shaken away by Master Ren, and... it was ruined. Junior Brother Ren won this game."

He hesitated and whispered again: "Junior Brother Ren and Junior Sister Meng are indeed handsome men and women. Hu wishes you, tsk tsk... Your actions of breaking into Yixiang Peak are even more heartbroken, let alone the group of female disciples of Yixiang Peak... In short, I hope your wishes come true!"

As he said that, he stood up with difficulty, picked up the twisted braised copper rod from the ground, shook his head, threw it aside, and walked away with a staggering pace.

Zhang Xiaohua stood up from the ground a long time ago. After hearing Hu Ben's words, she felt aroused in her heart and held a long sword in her hand, wondering if she should say the word "Thank you".

Seeing Hu Ben walking away, Zhang Xiaohua looked up at the place where Meng was standing, held the heavy sword backwards, and walked slowly over.

On Yixiang Peak, everyone was in an uproar. But, Hu Ben was guarding the ban on Ruijin Palace. Zhang Xiaohua defeated him and only took a few steps to enter the range of Mo Jie Palace. It was only one step away from breaking into Yixiang Peak!

Meng was overjoyed to see that Zhang Xiaohua did not lose her life, but looking at the blood and pale face hanging beside Zhang Xiaohua, Meng was heartbroken. Seeing Zhang Xiaohua approaching, her heart became more and more excited.

At this time, Master Jingyi's cold voice said: "Zixia, did you just say that you would die for Ren Xiaoyao?"

Meng was stunned, then glanced at Zhang Xiaohua and smiled and said, "Yes, Master, as long as he can live safely, he will do whatever he wants me to do, let alone die?"

"Well, then, this sect will fulfill you!" Master Jingyi pointed his hand and said, "Do you know the love-sacrificing cliff in Mo Jie Palace? Go, I will bring your body back and hand it over to Ren Xiaoyao, and will Ren Xiaoyao? If you die, I will let him have a way out!"

"Ah? Really?" Meng was even more overjoyed, then turned to look at Zhang Xiaohua's steps, and there was a vaguely eager gaze. He sighed in his heart: "Since God has arranged for me to meet him, why should I arrange such an ending? He is so loyal to me, how could I not bear to give up this life? Xiaohua, I'm going, I hope I can meet you in the next life... Maybe only by touching you is my only purpose in this life!"

Meng Youheng, her firm eyes seemed to penetrate the space, and she saw Zhang Xiaohua's heart. Zhang Xiaohua felt ache in her heart and she accelerated her pace without realizing it.

"Then, my disciple is gone, Master, I hope you will be able to speak your words."

After Meng finished speaking, he looked at everyone and turned quietly and went in one direction.

"Master Master~" Peacock, Chen Chen, and even Swift spit out. Although he didn't say anything, his expression in his eyes was fully revealed.

Master Jinggang also frowned and whispered: "Master, do you... really want to do this?"

Master Jingyi waved his hand and said, "I have decided, I have nothing to say!"

Then, he said to Xi Mujun: "Mujun, you go to the last level, don't hold back!"

Xi Mujun looked at Meng's back, his eyes full of hatred. If Zhang Xiaohua had not entered Yixiang Peak, he would have already won the heart of a beautiful woman. So, he bowed his hand and pulled out his long sword from his waist and said, "Respecting the Master's Dharma Word!"

Xi Mujun pulled away and soon stood in front of Zhang Xiaohua.

Looking at the alchemy disciple I had met before, Xi Mujun sneered: "Ren Xiaoyao, you can really pretend to be so you actually want to hide the entire Yixiang Peak. Xi claimed that he was sharp in his eyes and was blinded by you."

Zhang Xiaohua also sneered and said to herself: "It's not just these things, they are just to keep you all in the dark."

But he smiled and said, "Where are you dares? But you are a disciple of Ruijin Palace. Even if you call me a senior brother, I don't deserve to call you. How can you be fooled?"

Xi Mujun said angrily: "You are a dead person. If you are too busy with your quarrel, you will lose Xi's value."

As he said that, he stopped talking nonsense, lifted the sword and floated up in one fell swoop, drawing a perfect arc in the air, and stabbed Zhang Xiaohua's forehead. This sword move seemed very simple, but it was terrifying in Zhang Xiaohua's eyes. A sense of powerlessness suddenly rose from Zhang Xiaohua's heart, and the shiny long sword flew from not far away, just like a shining meteor sliding down, and there was a trajectory of the movement of the heavenly way in between. Zhang Xiaohua felt that the end of the trajectory was his forehead. No matter where he hid, he would escape underground, and the meteor would come as promised and hit the face.

"This... is the true peak of martial arts!!!" Zhang Xiaohua was shocked. With a simple sword, a light sword, a sword that interpreted the supreme principles of martial arts so perfectly. Only the great disciples of Ruijin Palace can have such excellent cultivation. In an instant, Zhang Xiaohua also knew that some people on the Yixiang Peak Mountain Road were more or less suspicious of humility!

Xi Mujun's sword was exactly what Zhang Xiaohua felt. It was simulated by martial arts and the supreme realm of the immortal path. If Zhang Xiaohua's spiritual sense is released, dodged, or cracked it, it would not be difficult. But now, it is not something that Zhang Xiaohua, who has hidden his spiritual sense and true energy, can deal with it. In fact, it is clear that Xi Mujun has been immersed in martial arts for many years, and Zhang Xiaohua has been practicing the Dream Weaving Sword Technique for many years? If there is no spiritual sense as a support, Zhang Xiaohua will be useless except for strength!

In the blink of an eye, the meteor fell to Zhang Xiaohua's forehead, but the master's spiritual sense was still shrouded in the spot. Needless to say, as long as Zhang Xiaohua releases his spiritual sense, he will definitely be discovered by Master Jingyi. What will happen to Zhang Xiaohua after being discovered?

Zhang Xiaohua herself couldn't imagine it, maybe it was a coercion and temptation, maybe it was a torture and confession, or maybe it was... In short, there are many possibilities, and of course there is also the possibility of being shot dead on the spot by Master Jingyi!

However, if Xi Mujun's sword does not release his spiritual sense, he will definitely not be able to avoid it. Of course, it is a dead end. Since it is a dead end, then... maybe it is only a fight!

Zhang Xiaohua thought about it and was about to take out the dragon-binding ring from it.

However, as soon as his hand moved slightly, he felt that Master Jingyi's spiritual consciousness immediately fluctuated, as if his attention was shifting to his hand?

Thinking of Meng's expression just now and Meng's hurried departure, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly woke up: "Master, is it...Is it testing herself?"

This idea is really incredible and has no basis. However, Zhang Xiaohua, who has comprehended the hand of cause and effect, has a little enlightenment and a reason to believe it.

"I'll fight. Anyway, I'm found out by the leader and I'm at risk of being shot directly. Why not just take a gamble?" Zhang Xiaohua thought, and pointed the heavy sword slightly, looking unexpectedly, and his body bent slightly, trying to shrink his head in front of his chest, and raised his left arm slightly, ready to use his left arm to resist the sword that would not stop...

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