Jiang Zhige took out the spirit sword, and before being enveloped by the coercive domain, he raised his hand and waved several sword lights.

However, the sword light hit Cong Mo like a drizzle, and it failed to affect its progress in any way.

"Is there really no hope..."

Jiang Zhige's face was ugly, and the difference in strength was too great. It was the first time he had encountered such a powerful Spirit Martial Realm monster.

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Zhige must have escaped, but this time there was Ning Qiushui behind him, so he had to let Ning Qiushui escape to a safe area before making plans.

Just as Jiang Zhige was about to fight to the death, Cong Mo, who was less than ten meters away, suddenly lost his coercion, and the red light radiating from his body also dimmed a lot.

Jiang Zhige's eyes flashed, and he immediately seized the opportunity to mobilize the whole body's spiritual power to gather in the spirit sword.

"The vastness becomes a sword, and no painting becomes a front, and a sword swings in all directions!"

I saw Jiang Zhige holding swords in both hands, stomping on the ground with his right foot, and throwing out a white sword light that was as high as six feet.

The terrifying sword light whizzed past, and the Cong Demon, who could not escape, was cut into two pieces from the middle.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhige collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Although he didn't know why Cong Mo suddenly became weaker, he wasn't in the mood to think so much for the time being, and he only had the happiness of the rest of his life.

Ning Qiushui walked over slowly, she looked at the corpse of Cong Demon, which had been turned into two pieces, and said with admiration: "Junior Brother, you are really amazing, you have learned the vast sword art."

There are only two forms of the vast sword art, the grade is not particularly high, but the power is extremely powerful, it belongs to the treasures of the Huang-level martial arts.

It is precisely because of this that it is extremely difficult to learn the vast sword art, and super high comprehension is only a threshold, and it takes time to constantly practice sword swinging.

Looking at the thousands of disciples of Tianyun Pavilion, there are less than ten people who have practiced the vast sword art, and Jiang Zhige is one of them.

Jiang Zhige's face was pale, and he said weakly, "Senior sister, you didn't leave..."

The vast sword art is tyrannical, but it consumes too much spiritual power for him in a dirty refining realm. If this move fails to kill Cong Demon, he will die.

"What are you talking about! It's you who should escape. You are too cruel to throw your senior sister out!"

Ning Qiushui looked at Jiang Zhige with his hips on his hips, and showed no sympathy for him at all.

Jiang Zhige sat up with difficulty while holding the spirit sword, and said helplessly, "Senior sister, junior brother is just afraid that you have something to do..."

Ning Qiushui's expression softened a little, and he sighed: "Silly boy, Senior Sister is alone, but you are different. If you die, what will Senior Sister Nangong do?"

In fact, she wanted to take this opportunity to pretend to be weak and try to rely on Jiang Zhige like Nangong Rou.

It's a pity that Ning Qiushui is not Nangong Rou after all. Seeing Jiang Zhige's stubborn appearance who only thinks about others, she always feels distressed and angry.

When can Jiang Zhige think about himself more?

Jiang Zhige was silent for a while when he heard the words, he looked at the spirit sword in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Senior sister, in fact, I have thought about what Rouer will do after my death more than once, but if I leave you and run away alone, Rouer What will you think of me?"

Ning Qiushui pouted, and said a little unhappily: "You can lie? Anyway, your sister Rouer is not nearby."

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According to Jiang Zhige's meaning, protecting her so firmly is just to not be looked down upon by Nangong Rou.

Jiang Zhige pinched his chin and pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "This...why didn't I think of it before?"

"Bastard!! Are you really going to abandon me?!"

"Sister, I'm joking..."

Seeing Ning Qiushui anxious, Jiang Zhige hurriedly waved his hand to explain.

Of course he was just joking, for him, abandoning his companions and running away alone was an insult to his character.

Seeing that Ning Qiushui still wanted to investigate, Jiang Zhige quickly changed the subject and said, "By the way, Senior Sister, your injury..."

When it came to the injury, Ning Qiushui suddenly felt a little guilty, and his eyes were erratic.

"Sister, are you..."

"Actually, I actually suffered a serious internal injury, and now I'm just trying to be brave..."

Ning Qiushui coughed a mouthful of blood while clutching his chest, looking extremely weak.

Jiang Zhige was worried, and was about to step forward to check on Ning Qiushui's injury, when suddenly there was another change in the heart-penetrating stone in his arms.

Jiang Zhige's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly took out the mind-penetrating stone and injected spiritual power into it.

"Brother! Brother! Come and help me, I, I can't beat it..."

Hearing Nangong Rou's cry for help, Jiang Zhige was so frightened that he couldn't hold the Heart Stone.

"Senior sister, you need to recuperate here first, and I'll go to support Rou'er!"

Jiang Zhige didn't care that his spiritual power was exhausted, he left a sentence and ran in the direction of Nangong Rou.

Looking at Jiang Zhige's back without looking back, Ning Qiushui showed helplessness and sighed: "What a ruthless man..."

She was injured anyway, isn't Jiang Zhige afraid that she will be in danger again?

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Outside the cave, Nangong Rou was confronting a six-legged, pitch-black body full of fangs.

Not long ago, she wanted to express herself in front of Jiang Zhige, but now she was trembling in the face of the monster.

The fang-toothed monster seemed to see Nangong Rou's cowardice, let out a smirk, and moved its six pointed legs that looked like spider feet to rush towards Nangong Rou.

Nangong Rou's face was pale, and she kept looking behind her, hoping to see her brother's figure.

At the moment when she hesitated, the fangs monster pounced, and its six pointed legs stabbed like steel knives.

Nangong Rou panicked and raised her spirit sword to parry, but she was too nervous to swing the sword without any rules or power.

Although he could barely keep himself from being hurt, he kept retreating under the attack of his pointed legs.

"Ugly! Go away! Go away!"

Nangong Rou's eyes were red, she knew that if this continued, within three rounds, she would not be able to resist her pointed legs.

Thinking that after being killed by the fang-fang monster, she would never be able to see Jiang Zhige again, or even leave Jiang Zhige's world forever, Nangong Rou already had the urge to cry.

Not long ago, Nangong Rou, who had found nothing, just walked out of the cave, when she found a hideous-looking monster wandering outside.

Now that he is not in the depths of Baijia Mountain, Nangong Rou, who has Lingwu Realm cultivation base, is naturally full of confidence.

Unexpectedly, the fang-fang monster is extremely tyrannical. It seems that it only has the power in the early stage of the Spirit Martial Realm, but its strength and speed are comparable to the middle stage of the Spirit Martial Realm..

Just when Nangong Rou was in despair, a sword light flashed from behind.

Clang!

Hearing the sound of gold and stone colliding, the pointed leg that was about to pierce Nangong Rou was bounced off.

Jiang Zhige dodged to stand in front of Nangong Rou, his face extremely solemn.