Xuanxia

Chapter 832 I won’t die
The sword of wisdom in Lan Xiyu's hand was less than an inch away from Tang Jiao's face.

But at this moment, the sword stopped.

Of course, this didn’t mean that Lan Xiyu stopped on her own initiative... rather, she was trapped.

The billowing smoke around was pulled by some force and swept towards Lan Xiyu, forming a square, half-real and half-virtual cage, which prevented her from moving forward. Only the Sword of Wisdom managed to pierce out... But because her hand could no longer move forward, the sword naturally stopped.

Tang Jiao looked at the tip of the sword in front of her, and a drop of sweat dripped down her forehead.

Then she turned her head and looked at Qiu Chan beside her.

In Qiu Chan's hand, a very familiar object appeared...

It was a blue cube crystal that looked like a Rubik's Cube. She held it tightly with her ten fingers. There was a faint blue glow on the contact surface between her fingertips and the crystal, and blood was oozing out of her fingertips.

"Immortal Prison Recipe?"

In the black smoke cage, Lan Xiyu recognized the object at a glance: "It can trap Yuanwu and Huixin, but it can't trap me."

Qiu Chan looked very exhausted at this time. She sneered: "You know a lot, don't you?"

Lan Xiyu seemed to smile gently, and then retracted the sword of wisdom.

"Come on!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qiu Chan turned around and shouted at Tang Jiao: "She won't be able to come out for a while, you take this opportunity to escape!"

"What about you?!" Tang Jiao was shocked: "No! I just lost my uncle, I can't..."

"No need to argue."

In the black smoke cage, Lan Xiyu chuckled and said, "None of you can leave."

The moment the words fell, several figures flew up and down around the city wall!

There were both men and women among them, and each of them had extraordinary martial arts skills. They were like phantoms, and in the blink of an eye they surrounded Qiu Chan and Tang Jiao!

At first glance, there were seven people here... and one of them was an acquaintance!
"Lan... Jingsong?"

Qiu Chan turned her head and saw the disciple from Qianfang Baixiao Tower.

Lan Jingsong looked rather helpless when he saw her. He sighed, "Qiuchan...if you had become a member of our Qianfang Baixiao Tower, perhaps there wouldn't be so many problems."

Qiu Chan sneered: "You bastard."

The other people around them also started laughing. Someone laughed and said, "Brother Lan, aren't you a real man? Why are you still thinking about her?"

After seeing them and hearing what they said, Qiu Chan and Tang Jiao naturally knew who had stopped them.

It turns out that the person trapped by the Immortal Prison Formula was actually the legendary owner of the Qianfang Baixiao Tower?

"Kill them."

Lan Xiyu said calmly: "Master, you still need to save your strength, so you don't have to work hard to escape... After killing Qiu Chan, keep the Immortal Prisoner Formula, it will be useful."

"Yes!" The seven disciples of Qianfang Baixiao Tower responded in unison.

The next moment, they moved at the same time and attacked Qiu and Tang!

These seven people had no weapons in their hands, but instead... they were kicking!
Qiu Chan held the Immortal Prison Formula in her hand and was unable to move. Naturally, the only one who could resist was Tang Jiao.

She bit her lips, a fierce look flashed in her eyes, and two magic swords suddenly flew out from her sleeves and swept towards the seven people around her.

Not only that, she also grasped the sword wrapped in cloth in her robe without hesitation!
With a loud bang, the cloth strip broke into pieces and exploded under the effect of the internal energy, revealing the appearance of a righteous sword.

"Oh?!"

Lan Xiyu's eyes lit up behind her black veil: "How could the missing sword of justice appear here?!"

Zheng!
For some reason, the righteous sword did not resist Tang Jiao at all and allowed her to swing it with all her might.

The righteous sword she swung did not have any exaggerated and terrifying power, but the sword itself was extremely sharp after all. In addition, Tang Jiao had practiced countless exquisite sword techniques in the True Immortal Palace. This sword just happened to bypass the wind and wave-like legs of a disciple of Qianfang Baixiao Tower and left a bloody mark on his lower abdomen.

At the same time, the two magic swords were like magic snakes, shuttling back and forth among the enemies.

Perhaps because of the desperate battle and the anger she was filled with, the spiritual sword that Tang Jiao was controlling and the righteous sword in her hand were several times faster and stronger than before.

She was clearly just a fifth realm warrior, yet she actually forced seven warriors whose cultivation was not weaker than hers, or even stronger... all to stay away from her!
"Why, you haven't fought with anyone for so long, are you tired of it?"

Lan Xiyu asked in a deep voice: "Well, if you can't handle this, I will cut off all your legs. Anyway, sitting in a wheelchair, you can still make plans and control the world's intelligence."

After saying that, she stretched out her sword of wisdom and swept it around in the black smoke cage seemingly casually.

Just like that, Qiu Chan's pressure increased suddenly, blood gushed out of her fingertips, she groaned, and blood gushed out of her mouth and nose. Seeing this, Tang Jiao became even more anxious, and wielded the long sword and two spiritual swords more and more frantically.

However, those seven disciples of Qianfang Baixiao Tower were definitely not vegetarians.

After their master's words, and seeing that Tang Jiao's swordsmanship was so exquisite, they put away their contempt. The countless leg shadows were stronger than the previous wave, and they formed a formation, attacking in turns without end.

Tang Jiao, who had the energy to attack just now, was now in pure passive defense. The range of the spirit sword's protection gradually shrank, and she was about to be defeated.

She was forced to retreat behind Qiu Chan, and the two of them were leaning against each other with their backs pressed together.

"Tang Jiao!"

At this moment, Qiu Chan suddenly shouted angrily: "Get out of here! Leave me alone!"

"No!" Tang Jiao answered firmly: "Let's die together!"

"Don't you know? Qing Zhou has already asked my master for marriage!"

Qiu Chan yelled, "You little bitch, you don't stand a chance!"

After hearing this, Tang Jiao's expression suddenly tightened and her pupils shrank. She was not able to defend herself and was kicked in the side of her waist.

But she seemed to have suddenly gained an inexplicable power. She was kicked and vomited blood, but she did not dodge. Instead, she turned around and slashed with a sword, leaving a long bloody mark from the right shoulder to the left rib of the Qianfang Baixiaolou disciple, causing the other party to scream in pain!
"I do not believe!"

There was also a hint of anger in Tang Jiao's voice.

"I don't care whether you believe it or not!" Qiu Chan gritted her teeth and said, "If you don't leave now, I will leave! You can die here by yourself! By then, Qing Zhou and I will live together forever, and there will be no one to bury you after you die!"

"My husband and I will burn paper for you during festivals!"

As she was speaking, Tang Jiao was kicked in the chest again. She suddenly stepped back and bumped into Qiu Chan's back. Both of them were shocked and spit out blood.

"It's a lie..."

Tang Jiao bit her lips so hard that the corners of her mouth were already broken, but she refused to let the tears flow down: "This is all a lie!"

"Get lost!" Qiu Chan yelled, "I'm sick of you! If it weren't for you, Qing Zhou would have been with me a long time ago, why would we have to drag it on until now! We haven't had a few days of good life yet! Get lost! I don't want to see you!"

"But, but..."

Tang Jiao finally couldn't hold back any more, tears streaming down her cheeks: "You will die!"

"I won't die!"

Qiu Chan said in a shocked voice: "Even if I die, Qing Zhou will come back and resurrect me! I believe he can go to heaven and earth, break through the nine heavens and dive into the underworld, and he will definitely do it! Go and do what you should do!"

Lan Xiyu smiled coldly: "It's affectionate and righteous, but... enough."

She finally stopped waiting and reached out her hand to touch the Sword of Wisdom, and the sword suddenly shone brightly!
Countless rays of light pierced through the black smoke cage, and the Immortal Prison Formula in Qiu Chan's hand also emitted light, instantly piercing her hands into a bloody mess. She could no longer hold the crystal, and her hands loosened, and the Immortal Prison Formula fell to the ground.

At the same time, two disciples of Qianfang Baixiao Tower also stepped on Tang Jiao's spiritual sword tightly.

Others swarmed over.

“It’s such a hassle!”

Qiu Chan cursed angrily, but grabbed Tang Jiao's collar with her backhand, and with her other hand... she snatched the sword.

The sword came into her hand and instantly cut her already bloody palm into pieces.

"I am doing this for the greater good of the world! Why are you struggling?"

Qiu Chan didn't let go. She yelled at Yi Jian: "De Jian has helped me before, you should help me once! Just once!"

While she was shouting, she had already thrown Tang Jiao out of the city wall.

On the other side, Lan Xiyu saw Qiu Chan shouting at Yijian, and the expression hidden behind the black veil became serious. Without hesitation, she stabbed with Zhijian!
But in the next moment, the sword of justice emitted a blazing light like a ruby.

Tang Jiao was flying in the air, staring blankly at the city wall.

The tears that flew out of the corners of her eyes were instantly evaporated and dissipated by the light before her eyes.

At this time, it was already dusk.

Far behind the imperial city, the setting sun dyed the sky clouds red, looking extremely sad and solemn.

At this moment, a new setting sun appeared before her eyes.

(End of this chapter)