Unlike He Chuan, the Dirty Warrior does not need to take a breather no matter how much damage it takes or how much it is weakened.

Like a machine that never stops, it continues to rampage and attack He Chuan.

"Damn it!"

He Chuan secretly thought something was wrong.

The use of the Secret Sword Tengu cost him a lot of energy and strength, but at this time he had no chance to breathe.

Grandma Yuanzhen and Xi Qianhe stood in the distance, watching He Chuan's moves to dodge the dirty warrior's attacks getting slower and slower, and couldn't help but worry.

The advantages of possessing Akane Sakura were quickly being worn away, and He Chuan simply could not weaken the Dirty Warrior enough to make it fall into a realm that mortals could defeat.

He took a deep breath of air, and the qi and blood in his body were ignited again, all organs were squeezed out to their maximum potential, and He Chuan's speed accelerated again.

A black line gradually formed in the field.

But this time, the speed was much slower than before.

"He wants to use that sword skill again!"

Xi Qianhe said in surprise.

Such terrifying sword skills are not like his own style, and may be the secret sword he won at the festival.

No matter what it is, as long as He Chuan can use it again, it may be able to weaken the dirty warrior to mortal strength.

By then, even if He Chuan's physical strength is completely exhausted and he temporarily loses his ability to fight, she and Granny Yuan Zhen will be able to survive for a while.

Behind He Chuan, the filthy warrior strode forward, and the black sword flashed with a dangerous aura as if it could absorb light.

It pressed forward step by step, chasing He Chuan.

There seemed to be flames burning in his chest. He Chuan had not breathed since he first used the secret sword. He always maintained a high-speed movement and exertion.

Actions of this intensity have a great impact on the speed of his physical strength consumption. If it continues like this, I am afraid that after using the secret sword forcibly again, he will need a temporary rest anyway.

Just as He Chuan was thinking about this, the dirty warrior behind him suddenly increased his speed, and the distance between him and He Chuan was getting closer.

"careful!"

In the distance, Xi Qianhe couldn't help but remind loudly.

He Chuan suddenly turned his head, his expression changed dramatically.

Since the activation of the secret sword was too laborious, after speeding up, he focused entirely on stabilizing his own momentum.

However, his physical strength was now different from before. During this short chase, the dirty warrior quietly walked in front of him from the side.

The cold black knife swung towards He Chuan indifferently, and the powerful attack at the level of the Eye of Life was like a black arc, with a strong aura of death.

At this time, it was no longer realistic to change the direction. The dirty warrior was extremely cunning and wanted to fight him.

However, how can the Tengu Chao withstand the full attack of the dirty samurai if he has not yet fully charged up?

He Chuan gritted his teeth and entered a defensive state. Chiran Ying stood in front of him, forced to change his moves, and slashed towards the dirty warrior.

Bang!

The faster you rush, the faster you fly backwards.

He Chuan was knocked away again in the collision with the dirty warrior, and this time, his body finally could not withstand such a high-intensity fight.

As a mouthful of blood spurted out, He Chuan's breath completely weakened.

He lay on the ground, trying to support his body with his arms, but they quickly went limp again.

Xi Qianhe looked at this scene and found it difficult to accept it.

Still failed?

If you want to cross that divine barrier, you have to go through these extremely difficult challenges. Will even He Chuan stop at this step?

Granny Yuanzhen pulled out the knife in her hand and turned to look at Xi Qianhe.

"Qianhe, you will take He Chuan away later and go to Narukami Grand Shrine to ask for help. I will buy time for you."

"Mother-in-law?!"

Grandma Yuanzhen looked at Xi Qianhe, who suddenly panicked, and showed her usual kind smile.

"You are a good boy, and so is He Chuan. My talent, mother-in-law, is limited. It takes me a lifetime of practice to reach the level of the Three Realms. I believe you will go further in the future."

Xi Qianhe gritted his teeth and looked unwilling.

At this time, a lazy voice slowly came from behind them.

"You don't have to take action, just watch."

Granny Yuanzhen and Xi Qianhe's expressions changed, and they looked behind them, only to see the Eightfold Divine Son no longer hiding his figure and appearing behind them.

"Lord Palace Secretary!"

Yae Shenzi took just one step and arrived in front of He Chuan. She watched her forward steps suddenly stop and looked at her filthy warrior warily.

"The intelligence is quite impressive."

Yae Shenzi commented.

Then, she took action and pointed a finger, and the light containing strong thunder and lightning elements was about to burst out from her fingertips.

Suddenly, her ankle seemed to be grasped by a big warm hand. Yae Shenzi's body trembled, her ears turned bright red, and she stood up slightly, showing an expression of disbelief. Even the spell-casting movement in her hand was interrupted.

"Don't do it, leave it to me."

This palm was naturally thrust out by He Chuan, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

It's just one step away from being recognized by Yae Shenzi. Since she has given this task, it means that in her knowledge, this kind of thing can be accomplished.

However, he was so useless, his attacks were monotonous and weak, and he was defeated by a dirty warrior.

What does this mean? When I spoke so wildly about Yae Shenzi and said something about changing the outcome of the world, will everything turn into a joke?

If you want to continue on this road, this time with the help of the Eightfold God Son, next time, will you continue to rely on others, continue to admit your own weakness, and then just disappear from everyone?

This is not the ending he wanted!

Yae Shenzi was caught off guard by the violation of her sacred jade body. Her pretty face flushed angrily. She raised her foot and stomped on He Chuan's head.

With six hundred years of cultivation, it seems that he is not very powerful, but if she really lets her step on He Chuan's head, He Chuan's head will explode like a watermelon rind.

However, when Yae Shenzi saw He Chuan's expression from the corner of his eye, his thoughts softened for no reason, and he put away most of his strength.

Snapped!

On He Chuan's face, a clog mark appeared again.

"Pain Pain!"

He Chuan was filled with grief and anger, "Master Bazhong, why did you step on me?"

What’s even stranger is, why does this pain feel so familiar?

"Humph!"

Yae Shenzi snorted, and with a flick of his finger, the filthy warrior figure rushing towards them was directly knocked away by the invisible air cannon.

"If you want to die, I won't stop you."

Then, without even looking at the filthy samurai who was embedded in the wall with her finger, she walked towards Granny Enzhen.

He Chuan grinned and slowly got up from the ground. His clothes were ragged and there were some blood stains on his body.

However, the fighting spirit is as high as ever.

No matter what, he must win in front of Yae Shenzi!

Looking at the figure jumping down from the wall in the distance, He Chuan turned his eyes to the other knife on his waist.

After a slight pause, he transferred Chiran Yingying to his left hand, and with his right hand, he pulled out Yun Poyue again.

Next, is the decisive moment!

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