Green and red sword energy.

A green rainbow rolled back and penetrated the void, like a road to the sky, going straight up to the blue sky.

A surging wave of blood shattered the darkness into pieces, revealing a clear world.

Two figures, one green and one white, flew out of the blue rainbow and blood waves.

The former was dressed in a gauze green skirt, with fluttering skirts and cold brows, like a fairy in the moon, coming through the air.

The latter, however, was dressed in a white robe and a square scarf on his head, and was dressed more like a scholar than a group of Confucian students.

It's just that he is completely different from the dignified, proud and strong temperament of Confucian students.

There is a smile on the corner of the mouth, and the fairy spirit is misty, just like a fairy in the clouds.

"Two more witches are here!"

Hong Yi, who was hiding in the dark, was shocked.

At this time, under the two swords of Shangshan, two more graceful figures were forced out of the void.

It turns out that there was another enemy all along, lurking around, waiting for the opportunity.

Shang Shan had already been aware of this, and had been secretly on guard, searching for traces of the hidden enemy.

If they don't force the person in the dark out, even if they defeat Zhao Feirong, they will still have to pay the price.

At the critical moment, a thunderous strike from this person lurking in the dark is enough to put them beyond redemption!

"What a witch!"

The student with the broken arm was pale at the moment. When he saw the two fairy-like women who were forced out of their bodies by the Supreme Being, he was not moved at all by their fairy-like appearance.

Instead, he raised his thick eyebrows and shouted hoarsely.

The green-blooded dragon circled and danced in the air, turning its head upside down.

The dragon's mouth opened wide and it came to bite Zhao Feirong.

One of the claws swooped out and grabbed the woman in green gauze.

The dragon's tail flicked and swept towards the woman in Confucian robe and square scarf.

They actually attacked three masters at the same time.

Although there was shock in the eyes of the three women, there was no hint of fear.

This green blood dragon seems to be earth-shattering in its power, but it is only for ordinary people.

The three of them are all celestial beings, phoenixes among human beings. They are only half a step away from transcending the world and becoming ghosts and immortals.

It's not that simple to hurt them.

"A hundred years of fighting have shed blood, and the river has turned to Kunlun!"

At this moment, several other Confucian students recited poems with righteousness and murderous intent.

Then he actually followed his previous move and punched his heart, spraying hot blood.

The jade-blood dragon instantly grew several times in size.

When a dragon claw reaches down, it covers a radius of several miles, which is extremely frightening.

The roar of the dragon is like the sound of thunder exploding.

As the dragon's tail swung, bursts of strong wind tore through the void.

The expressions of the three women finally changed drastically.

Showing fear.

They cannot help but be afraid.

This jade-blood dragon has a mighty momentum.

It is like a living creature, exuding huge masculine energy and blood, the greatest Yang, extremely pure.

The sound of the dragon's roar really has the meaning of destruction by the thunder of the sun.

The wind tearing through the sky is really like the thunder pool Yang Gang in the sky.

Being rushed by the pure Yang aura, the three women felt as if their spirits were about to disperse.

Like snow meeting the spring sun, wax melts into a torch.

"snort!"

All three women no longer hide their methods.

Everyone shows off their magical powers.

Zhao Feirong closed her eyes, but the Yin spirit was absorbed into the green wooden sword.

The green sword shadow became piercing the sky and the earth, exuding a vast divine power that was unlike anything in the human world.

Confront the huge dragon's mouth head-on.

It keeps flying up and down in all directions, filling the sky with green shadows.

The fight was so intense that the blue-blooded dragon roared to the sky.

Su Mu's figure was flying in the air, and he quickly retreated, avoiding the huge dragon claw that followed him everywhere.

He stretched out his hand in front of him, and the void opened, revealing a chaotic gap.

A long sword flew out from it.

This sword is square in shape, extremely simple, and has star patterns on the blade.

At first glance, it seems that there are countless black holes flowing inside, absorbing everything in the world.

Su Musu waved her hand lightly, and the ancient swords from all directions passed by, and then heard a high-pitched dragon roar, as if it was screaming in pain.

The dragon's claw fell in response and broke from it.

The heavy green blood was rolled back into the square ancient sword.

It was all sucked away by the star-patterned black hole on the sword.

Not to be outdone, the woman in Confucian robes and square scarf made a move with both hands.

Five beads as round as pill pills flew up around him.

It's as big as a walnut, but it's round and flawless.

Except for the five colors, the rest is inconspicuous, but it rotates slightly, and violent hurricanes suddenly blow from all directions.

There are five colors in the wind, the sound of tearing through the sky pierces the ears, the five insides are about to burst, and the soul also feels the pain of knives and sharpening.

That was no ordinary hurricane.

It is the strength of the five elements and the evil in the sword.

Extremely sharp.

With just a stir, a section of the dragon's tail was instantly shattered.

"hold head high!"

The green-blood dragon was severely injured and groaned in pain like a living creature. The vast energy of pure Yang disappeared immediately, and the dragon shape could not be maintained, and it collapsed instantly.

The blood rain was falling all over the sky, and before it even hit the ground, it turned into wisps of smoke.

"Poof!" "Poof!"

The Confucian students spat out blood again.

It's just that the blood spurted out this time was as viscous as marrow, red with streaks of gold and jade.

This is marrow blood.

It can only be achieved by Confucian students practicing the six arts, refining the physical body, and reaching an extremely profound state.

It is equivalent to the realm of refining marrow and exchanging blood for ordinary warriors.

But it is more profound and mysterious than ordinary marrow refining and blood exchange.

It must have been a serious blow to the fundamentals to vomit out such blood.

Even if these people can escape this disaster today, their foundation has been damaged.

It is no longer possible to make any progress in karma, and the rest of the life will be tortured by injuries, diseases, and pain, and it will be difficult to die and will definitely die early.

"Su Mu, the Supreme Saint, I didn't expect that you would actually help me?"

Zhao Feirong was slightly surprised by Su Mu's appearance.

"When acting in the Supreme Way, you only ask the will of Heaven, not the will of others. I am helping myself and it has nothing to do with you."

Su Mu said calmly.

His eyes moved and swept over the woman in Confucian robe and square scarf: "Five Elements Sword Evil?"

"There is a young master from the Tianlong Sect in the Yunmeng Kingdom who is listening to the news. He is very impressive. He is young and has a powerful soul, comparable to ghosts and immortals."
To be continued...