Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

Mu Liufeng had already removed his mask, revealing his handsome face.

However, at this time, his face no longer had the frivolous expression of the past, and there was not a hint of a smile on it. His expression was solemn, and his eyes were deep. Ling Chuxi did not know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that there was a bit of heaviness or a bit of sadness hidden in his eyes. This was a completely different person from the MU Liufeng that Ling Chuxi was familiar with.

"All of you, retreat." Mu Liufeng said to the two of them.

It could be seen that the blow just now had caused him to be slightly injured. His face was pale, but his eyes were extremely determined.

Ling Chuxi had never been aware of mu Liufeng's true cultivation. It was only now that she knew that he was at least at the late stage of a Grandmaster. Otherwise, he would not have been able to block the power of the gold-robed priest's sword.

Ling Chuxi and Huangfu qingjue retreated. In their current situation, they could not be of much help. The only thing they could do was to quickly recuperate and recover their cultivation.

Looking at mu Liufeng, who had blocked his sword, the gold-robed priest's expression did not change. He took another step forward and slashed out with his sword.

This Sword Master was Jian Wufeng, but it carried a vast and majestic intent. It was clearly stronger than the sword just now.

"Master, be careful!" Ling Chuxi could not help but remind him.

Mu Liufeng's expression grew even more solemn as he took a step forward and slashed his sword forward.

The world changed colors as the sword Qi swept across.

The sword intent of this strike was exactly the same as that of the gold-robed priest.

Seeing the two of them have the same sword intent, Ling Chuxi could not help but be slightly stunned.

The sword Qi collided violently, and a clear dragon's cry rang out. Mu Liufeng took another step back.

His face was ashen, and a trace of blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that his injuries had worsened.

The Golden-robed priest stepped forward and slashed again.

Mu Liufeng wiped the blood from his mouth, gritted his teeth, and charged forward once more.

The gold-robed priest walked forward step by step. With every step he took, he would slash out with his sword, and the power of his sword was stronger than the previous one.

Mu Liufeng didn't retreat in the slightest. Instead, he faced the incoming sword again and again, and was forced to stagger back time and time again.

His right hand that was holding the sword had been split open, and blood was dripping down. His left leg was also slightly twisted, broken by the powerful force of the priest in the Golden robe. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, but his eyes were still firm and persistent, but the sadness in his eyes was even stronger than before.

Ling Chuxi and Huangfu qingjue were both a little surprised. Every sword that mu Liufeng used was exactly the same as the gold-robed priest 's. Not only was it in form, but more importantly, it was in spirit. The sword intent and sword power were exactly the same as the gold-robed priest' s. It was just that his cultivation was clearly a level lower.

In Ling Chuxi's memory, this was not mu Liufeng's sword intent. His original sword intent was light and ethereal, with hidden killing intent, just like his appearance. However, Ling Chuxi did not understand why he had to change his sword intent to fight against the gold-robed priest. She also did not understand why he was so familiar with the sword intent of the gold-robed priest.

"Master!" Seeing the gold-robed priest take another step forward, and mu Liufeng still not willing to use his original sword intent, he raised his sword and strode forward, just like the other party, he couldn't help but call out anxiously.

If mu Liufeng was willing to use that light and ethereal sword style that was concealed with killing intent, even if he couldn't defeat his opponent, he wouldn't have lost so cleanly and in such a sorry state. However, he stubbornly insisted on persevering. Just what was he thinking?

Ling Chuxi felt that her cultivation had already recovered a little and was ready to go up and help. She naturally didn't want anything to happen to mu Liufeng.