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Dongfang Qingmo stretched out his hand and pushed hard, protecting Qian Shuishui behind him.

She used the same spell again, but this time her target was the attacker.

After another flash of light, countless vines emerged from the ground and quickly tied the evil cultivator to the ground like a python.

After finishing all this, Dongfang Qingmo turned to look at Qian Shuishui and said seriously, "Shuishui, you must concentrate when fighting. Don't take it lightly."

Qian Shuishui just stuck out her tongue mischievously.

The strong wind suddenly changed direction and rushed towards them with the force of a tiger descending from the mountain, roaring and sweeping towards them.

Qian Shuishui and Dongfang Qingmo were caught off guard and were both swept into the air by the powerful suction force.

"What kind of wind is this? It's so strong?!" Qian Shuishui shouted while struggling in the air in panic.

She couldn't even steady herself using her internal strength.

Dongfang Qingmo said she wanted to know too!

Qingliu, holding Zili, was also sucked up.

The force of this wind is beyond imagination, and it is probably many times stronger than that terrifying tornado!

Even the shriveled corpses on the ground were lifted into the air and swept into the wind.

Dongfang Qingmo felt a little dizzy. As he watched himself getting farther and farther away from the ground, he felt a little panicked.

How can I stop this wind!!!

Huangfu Yi looked up at the huge hurricane that was constantly spinning in the sky, and could vaguely see several figures flying up and down and struggling in it.

Huangfu Yi frowned, looking a little worried.

"Hahahaha... They will become my delicious food in this hurricane!" An Wuhen looked at Huangfu Yi complacently, his face full of contempt.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the sword in Huangfu Yi's hand, and his eyes instantly became sharp. "Wait, is that the legendary Dragon Roar Sword in your hand?"

An Wuhen was startled, then he looked at Huangfu Yi carefully, and suddenly he said as if he had suddenly realized something: "So you are Huangfu Yi! Mu Heng is actually your master!"

Over the years, he has sent many of his men to the Central Plains to gather information.

However, time passed quickly, and more than a thousand years had passed. The spies he sent out were like a drop in the ocean, never returning, and died one after another.

As for the descendants of the Mu family, he tried his best but failed to find any clues.

Until half a year ago, after unremitting efforts, he finally found Mu Shixiu's descendant, Mu Heng, on an isolated island in the distant sea.

You know, it was that guy Mu Shixiu who ruthlessly sealed him in this vast and bottomless Heavenly Lake.

That was a painful experience that is hard to recall!

This hatred was like a raging fire, burning in his heart day and night, never stopping for a moment.

If he doesn't avenge such an irreconcilable blood feud, he will not be a human being!

However, what he never expected was that Huangfu Yi was not only the young master of the Huangfu family, but he was also Mu Heng's favorite disciple!

Now that Mu Heng has passed away, as long as Huangfu Yi is killed, the inheritance of the Mu family can be completely cut off.

Haha, God really helps him!

This is good, as he doesn't have to run around like a headless fly looking for the whereabouts of this guy.

How could Huangfu Yi not hear the hidden meaning in An Wuhen's words?

His expression instantly turned gloomy, his eyes as cold and ruthless as ice, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Could it be that... you killed my master?"

He has been trying hard to find out these days, but he still can't figure out why his master, who has always been a martial arts master and a strong man, suddenly passed away in such a strange way.

Facing Huangfu Yi's questioning, An Wuhen showed no fear. Instead, he raised his head, a scornful smile appeared on his face, and he said coldly: "Yes, that's what I did."

"Then, you must be the mastermind behind the previous assassination attempt on me." Huangfu Yi's sharp eyes were like burning flames, staring at the person in front of him, his tone was extremely firm, as if he had seen through all the truth.

Facing Huangfu Yi's aggressive questioning, An Wuhen appeared unusually calm and composed. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, and then admitted openly, "Humph, yes, it was indeed me. But I never thought that you are so lucky! You can actually escape danger so many times."

Upon hearing this, Huangfu Yi was instantly furious, and the anger in his heart was uncontrollable like a volcanic eruption.

He widened his eyes, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burn An Wuhen in front of him to ashes.

At the same time, an extremely powerful aura emanated from him, which was like a surging wave, sweeping towards An Wuhen.

All I heard was a roar that resounded through the sky: "You will die!"

Along with this roar, Huangfu Yi raised the Dragon Roar Sword in his hand without hesitation. The sword body flashed with cold light, like a dragon ready to strike.

Immediately afterwards, he pounced towards An Wuhen at lightning speed like a ferocious tiger descending from the mountain, and at the same time displayed his most powerful skills.

In an instant, the entire space was filled with shining sword light, and the sharp sword energy crisscrossed, whistling and tearing through the air.

Faced with such a fierce attack, An Wuhen just smiled lightly, then flashed and easily avoided Huangfu Yi's attack.

After gaining his footing, An Wuhen said in a tone full of sarcasm: "With your limited ability, you still want to kill me? It's simply a foolish dream!"

When Huangfu Yi saw this scene, the anger in his heart grew more intense like a volcano erupting.

The thought of his master who taught him carefully being framed and killed by thieves.

Huangfu Yi's eyes were wide open with veins bulging on his forehead, and all the internal strength in his body seemed to be concentrated on the Dragon Roar Sword in his hand.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to frantically dance the sword that was emitting a cold glow. Each sword strike carried a sharp sword energy and endless murderous intent, and he pounced towards An Wuhen like a storm.

Faced with such a fierce attack, An Wuhen seemed calm and composed.

He dodged left and right nimbly, cleverly avoiding Huangfu Yi's attacks again and again.

However, he did not just defend himself blindly, but while dodging, he gradually approached Huangfu Yi.

As the distance got closer, An Wuhen's eyes suddenly flashed with a cruel and cold light. He said viciously: "Humph, Huangfu Yi, your internal energy can't hurt me. Today is the day you die!"

Before he finished speaking, An Wuhen suddenly raised his right palm, and a ball of energy as black as ink condensed in the palm of his hand, emitting a terrifying aura that made people's heart palpitate.

Obviously, this blow will be fatal.

At this critical moment, Huangfu Yi's eyes suddenly darkened and he made an unexpected move - he swung the Dragon Roar Sword without hesitation, cutting a deep wound on his left palm.

In an instant, blood gushed out from the wound and flowed down the sword.

The Dragon Roar Sword seemed to have life, quickly absorbing all the blood.

The sword body that originally shone with silver light now faintly revealed a hint of strange blood color, making the whole sword look even more mysterious.

"You...you actually sacrificed blood to the sword!" An Wuhen widened his eyes and looked at Huangfu Yi in disbelief, his voice trembling with panic.

Of course, he knew how terrifyingly powerful the Dragon Roar Sword was, but before, Huangfu Yi simply used his internal energy to drive it, which did not pose much threat to him as a powerful person.

However, the scene before him was completely beyond his expectations - Huangfu Yi actually chose such an extreme and dangerous method of sacrificing blood to the sword!

A cold smile appeared on Huangfu Yi's lips.

This secret method was taught to him by his master. At that time, his master had warned him thousands of times that unless it was a matter of life and death, he must never use this technique lightly, because it would not only cause huge damage to himself, but might even shorten his life.

But at this moment, Huangfu Yi no longer cared about so much.