Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

"Chi Musheng——"

An ethereal and long voice sounded, and at the same time, a huge barrier with purple patterns formed in the air, protecting the elders who had been frightened and preventing them from dying directly from the sword.

But the man did not take it head-on, and let the sword directly cut off most of their Wen Zong main peak.

Shen Qiao panted slightly, but still glared at that spot. She casually made a sword flower, flexed her wrist, and sneered, "You coward, you finally dare to come out?"

"metropolitan!!"

The group of people seemed to have seen their savior. Those who were lying on the ground or floating in the air all knelt down from the bottom of their hearts.

A man in a purple robe fluttered in front of everyone's sight. A stern-faced man descended from the sky, his hands behind his back, looking down at Shen Qiao. When he saw the familiar feeling on her, he seemed to sigh, "Chi Musheng, you shouldn't have come back."

"Is it possible that Master Wen's eyesight is blurry?" Shen Qiao sneered. His calm demeanor made it impossible to tell that he had just cut off half of a mountain.

"The one who's here to mess things up isn't Chi Musheng, it's me, Shen Qiao."

Wen Xiaotong narrowed his eyes slightly at the teasing look, as if harboring murderous intent. "No matter what. Since you said you want to challenge our entire sect, you should know that this sect leader is also within your challenge range."

Shen Qiao smiled, "Of course."

"Ridiculous!" An elder couldn't help but point at Shen Qiao and curse.

"You ignorant child! How dare you be so presumptuous in the Xitian realm!!"

"Master Wen, don't you dare?" Shen Qiao ignored him and kept looking at Wen Xiaotong.

The atmosphere in the air became increasingly solemn, but Wen Xiaotong suddenly chuckled.

"It's understandable that children are ignorant."

He looked at the person on the ground who didn't care about the situation here at all, "As a master, you don't care about the life or death of your apprentice?"

Wang You, who was called out, circled and drew on the booklet with a pen without even looking up. "Don't worry, she's tougher than you. Even if she doesn't fight you..."

"Your life has come to an end today."

When these words were spoken, Wen Zong's disciples were in an uproar.

Si Huang Xihua then noticed that there was another person following Shen Qiao up the mountain. Her heart sank when she realized that she didn't even know when this person had passed them.

"Are you... a human or a ghost?" She propped herself up and asked this ridiculous question almost instinctively.

Wang You glanced at her and smiled, "Neither a human nor a ghost."

It is definitely not an immortal.

A sense of fear welled up in Si Huang Xihua's heart, and he almost instinctively added the second half of the sentence.

She is a pure descendant of the Sihuang clan and is naturally sensitive to the spiritual power of cultivators. No matter what realm a person is in, she can tell the depth of his cultivation just by looking at him.

But she couldn't see through the person in front of her.

"Hahahaha!"

Wen Xiaotong laughed unabashedly upon hearing this and said, "Alright! Since your master also wants you to die, then this Sect Master will grant your wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a vast amount of spiritual energy quickly gathered, and the sky was covered with thunderclouds in an instant.

Thunder exploded, and even the surrounding air seemed to freeze. The group of outer disciples with low realms on the ground were pinned to the ground and could not even lift their heads.

Wen Xiaotong of Wen Zong was good at using a nine-foot bronze spear. He entered the sky at the age of one hundred and continued to rise straight up. Now at the age of five hundred and forty-one, he had reached the seventh stage of the Great Perfection of the Desolate Realm.

Breaking through the wilderness?

Shen Qiao felt that his blood was boiling, and his eyes flashed with a bit of madness that was about to get out of control.

"I don't care what realm you are in..."

The water-blue spiritual power gathered together frantically, and there was an extra layer of sword light as bright as snow on Zui Bugui's blade.

"If you break the rules of the fairy world, you deserve to be beaten."

The next second, everyone saw Shen Qiao directly pick up the sword and swing it out regardless of anything. The sword energy quickly cut through the heavy air, as if it was going to directly split the rolling thunderclouds.

Wen Xiaotong followed closely, suddenly thrusting out his Heaven-shaking Spear. The spiritual energies of both sides collided, instantly sending out sparks.

However, after this heavy blow, before Wen Xiaotong could recover, Shen Qiao's next sword had already stabbed directly at Wen Xiaotong's throat.

"You don't know what you can do!"

Wen Xiaotong blocked with his spear, the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more intense. Although he only used 60% to 70% of his strength in this move, Shen Qiao was able to take it and then follow up with a sword. This was definitely not the strength of an ordinary Xitian realm cultivator.

He has such ability at the age of twenty, but it's a pity...this person cannot be used by our side.

Then the only option is to kill him.

He snorted coldly and dodged to the side, taking the opportunity to quickly retreat several steps, while holding the spear in one hand and holding the end of the spear back with the other hand.

I saw several purple lightning bolts wrapped around the spear like poisonous snakes, which made it look like a ghost and a little more eerie.

"He used poison." Chi Musheng reminded Shen Qiao in his mind.

However, Shen Qiao did not respond. He kept moving forward without stopping and swung his sword without thinking.

Wen Xiaotong saw that she could always keep up, so he had to stop responding for the time being.

After three back and forth moves, Wen Xiaotong finally couldn't bear it anymore. He shouted loudly, and a huge bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck Shen Qiao directly, as if it wanted to turn her into charcoal.

Well done!

Shen Qiao did not dodge or evade, but raised his sword and took the dazzling lightning in front of everyone's shocked gaze.

Seeing that the figure was completely covered by lightning, Wen Xiaotong and all the disciples of Wen Zong present breathed a sigh of relief.

This attack that can break through the wilderness is no joke. If you get hit directly like this, you will be crippled if not dead!

However, just as this thought flashed through his mind, a burst of muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

Others didn't think anything of it, but Wen Xiaotong was stunned.

He had clearly used his full strength in that attack just now. Now that it had hit, the spiritual force field should have dissipated long ago.

Just when I was puzzled, I heard a burst of unbridled laughter coming from somewhere after the lightning.

"I see. Why did I say I wanted to seal this memory?"

The sound coming from behind made Wen Xiaotong's hair stand on end. His pupils suddenly dilated, and before his brain could react, he turned around and swept the spear in his hand across.

But unexpectedly, there was no one behind him.

"Why study those ghosts?"

The questioning voice came from my ears again, so vague that it was really difficult to determine the direction.

"Why?" Wen Xiaotong gathered his spiritual power again and suddenly let out a mocking laugh.

"The weak will eat the strong, and the fittest will survive."

Shen Qiao's fingers also clenched the hilt of the sword, "So, you don't think you did something wrong?"

As soon as he asked, the poisonous thunder on the spear was successfully infused. Wen Xiaotong turned around and was about to stab Shen Qiao directly between the eyebrows, "You don't need to know!"