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"You can bully me, but you can't bully my brother!"

Young Master Yu yelled in a broken voice, and it could be seen that he had completely given up. It seemed that for him, if he saw his brother who sincerely treated him die in front of him, he would be the one who would rather die.

"Unbelievable!"

As soon as Mo Xing raised his hand, the sword light flew away like lightning, and the golden light instantly covered Young Master Yu's sight, and he felt that the flying sword in his hand began to shatter into pieces like paper, and his whole body was even more disturbed by this Wrapped in Dao Jianguang, countless thin and deep scars appeared all over his body, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow.

When he fell to the ground, he had already become a blood man, with bright red gushing out from his body continuously.

"Brother Yu!" Yuan Futu's eyes widened, bloodshot from the periphery of the pupils covered the entire white of the eyes, his figure flickered, and he came to Young Master Yu's side, and said in surprise: "How are you?!"

Yu Dashao's breath was extremely weak. Although he didn't hurt Yuanshenhai, the hundreds of wounds on his body made him almost speechless, and even lost any mobility. He just said vaguely: " You... hurry... go back to the sect!"

"Let's go, let's go together!" Yuan Futu firmly held Young Master Yu's hand, feeling the warmth of blood.

Mo Xing walked over with a sneer, "Don't worry, I've always been merciful, and I'll let you go to Huangquan Road together."

The phrase "Being compassionate" came out of his mouth, but it carried a strong sense of sarcasm.

"Wait for me!"

Yuan Futu stood up slowly, glaring at Mo Xing, he felt deep remorse in his heart, he shouldn't have had any scruples at the beginning, if he had done everything he could from the beginning, then Young Master Yu would definitely not have suffered such ordeal.

"Those who dare to fight against me, Mo Xing, have only one way to die."

As soon as Mo Xing raised his hand, the several feet long golden sword light was condensed again.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to use this sword."

While speaking, Yuan Futu's right palm moved forward slowly, as if pushing a gigantic boulder, and the seven plump soul water droplets suspended in the Yuanshen Sea immediately burned and evaporated, transforming into extremely powerful power of soul from the palm come out.

In terms of spirit and soul, his realm is stronger, almost reaching the level of high-level perfection.

Mo Xing was about to make a move, but he clearly felt a pressure coming from him, penetrating through the body and hitting the deepest part of the soul. The body is normal, and it seems that the thorns covered with barbed thorns are pulling in the skin.

The piercing pain made his face suddenly turn pale, fine beads of sweat drenched his whole body, and he suddenly realized that he couldn't move, let alone condense his world power.

The Taixuan Sword seemed to lose control, its light dimmed suddenly, and finally showed the original appearance of the flying sword, and fell to the ground.

"You...you are actually a soul cultivator!!!"

Mo Xing never imagined that Yuan Futu hid so deeply, even if you look at his sword fairy attainments, he is considered outstanding among his peers, let alone this spirit.

Even before reaching the Golden Immortal, he chooses dual cultivation. This kind of cultivation method is something that Mo Xing has never seen before. Either he is a fool who doesn't understand anything, or he is a genius who can understand everything.

And Yuan Futu belongs to the latter.

Young Master Yu's serious injury made him really angry, and he didn't hesitate to burn seven soul drops to cast this Collapsing Soul Palm, and the soul-suppressing effect was fully displayed on him immediately.

Although he was doing his best, Yuan Futu understood that it was impossible to completely trap a golden fairy with this method, so the time was limited.

"Blood Explosion Forbidden Technique!"

The clenched left fist hit hard on the chest, a dense blood mist spewed out from the body, what Yuan Futu had to do was to strike with all his strength, and kill Mo Xing!

"You can't kill me! If you kill me, Master will definitely not let you go!" Mo Xing seemed to feel the fear when he was crushed by Yuan Futu in Qingluya again.

"So what if I kill you, you can't help me if you don't come back!"

Yuan Futu had no scruples, roared angrily, condensed a Nine Tribulations Sword and blasted it straight through Mo Xing's left chest.

Mo Xing yelled hoarsely, the severe pain in his body greatly weakened the restraint of his soul, and immediately took out something from his arms and threw it forward.

Yuan Futu was startled, he swung the three robbery swords that had reached perfection, but suddenly bumped into an invisible wall while walking, and immediately slowed down.

"Defensive Immortal Artifact!"

It was the first time for Yuan Futu to see a fairy weapon with this effect. He saw a piece of broken tortoise shell floating in mid-air, emitting a faint blue light, obviously it was used to save his life.

Mo Xing's body was seriously injured, but knowing that Yuan Futu's lethality was far superior to his, he rushed into the dark cave behind him without saying a word, intending to escape.

"Don't think about leaving!"

Yuan Futu was already furious, of course he wouldn't let Mo Xing go so easily, but he couldn't let Young Master Yu stay here alone.

Looking back, he helped Young Master Yu to his feet. Looking at his injuries, although his physical condition was serious, he should not be life-threatening if he was treated in time. Nei quickly found the emergency pill and ate it first.

"We're going back to the sect now, and that guy Mo Xing should have fled back to find Jun Buhui. This debt must be settled with him!" Yuan Futu quickly left the place with Young Master Yu on his back. A demon cave.

In the void, Mo Xing fled in embarrassment. The destructive power of the Nine Tribulations Sword was so powerful that his damaged body could not stop the bleeding. His face was gray and his vision began to blur. Seeing the Wanshenzong sitting in the clouds and mist.

If Yuan Futu was allowed to disclose this matter, then even his family would not be exempted from the guilt, so the only idea is to go to Jun Buhui and ask Master to resolve this matter.

Stumbling to the peak of no return, he half-kneeled in front of the hall and shouted: "Master, save me!"

Jun Buhui came to him in an instant, frowned deeply, swallowed the emergency elixir for him, and said: "What's going on?"

"Then Yuan Futu...is a soul cultivator!"

Immortal cultivator? !

Hearing this news, Jun Bu Hui showed shock.