C14 Exchange of Moves

Wei Polang was instantly infuriated. He was unable to understand where the disappointment in Zhu's eyes came from.

From his point of view, Zhu did not even have the qualifications to join Spirit Control.

Similar to the formless situation, Zhu had no background to speak of.

How could such a person have the qualification to be disappointed with him? In the years he had been with Zhu, he didn't even show the slightest bit of disgust.

With his position in the Spirit Control, he could actually treat Zhu as nothing.

Zhu should be grateful to him, even taking the initiative to stretch his neck under his black iron rod.

"Hiss …"

Zhu clenched a Cold Knife in his hands. He was going to clean up the mess for Spirit Control.

He clearly heard what Canopy said to Wei Polang.

"What is it? You actually have the guts to spar with me? " Wei Polang squinted his eyes.

"Do I have no chance of winning?" Zhu asked.

"Rise!"

Wei Polang quickly raised his left hand. The dozen or so vines that came out of the ground instantly tied Zhu up tightly.

In order to send Zhu on his way as soon as possible, he had to go all out.

Although Zhu's cultivation level was not higher than his, if Zhu and Formless Li joined hands, he did not have the confidence to retreat safely.

Spirit Control, Spirit Control, the ability to cultivate and control all living things, the tree vines were a part of the living beings.

Wei Polang glanced back at Formless. He saw anxiety on Formless's face.

Zhu had already been restrained by him, so he wanted to see how he could struggle against the formless.

With just that tiny bit of Li Wuying's strength, he could use his pinky to bring Li Feiyu back to life!

Tonight, Wei Polang was sure that both Formless and Zhu's lives would be in his hands!

"Let me go!" Zhu glared angrily at Wei Polang.

"You are a traitor to Spirit Control, how can I let you go?!" Wei Polang said.

"You are the traitor! For your own selfish desire, you actually dared to make a move against a fellow sect member! " Zhu said angrily.

"Ha!" I don't understand what you're saying! " Wei Polang smiled.

"Whoosh!"

Wei Polang's mouth twitched. He heard the sound of a strong sword qi pouncing towards him.

He did not rush to turn around and destroy the strong sword Qi that was rushing towards him. Instead, he summoned out the tree vines once again!

"Bam!"

In the blink of an eye, the tree vines that had broken out of the ground had wrapped up the invisible thing.

The strong sword qi that pounced towards Wei Polang immediately turned around, trying to turn the tree vines that were tied up into ashes.

However, before the strong sword Qi could approach Formless, it was extinguished by another tree vine.

As for the tree vines that bound the invisible Firefly Sword, they were shrinking tighter and tighter, causing the invisible hand that was tightly holding onto the Firefly Sword to tremble.

Perhaps in the next moment, the tree vines would make Li Wuying not even have the strength to hold onto the Firefly Sword.

"Ha ha!"

Wei Polang was extremely excited. Both Formless and Zhu were already at his mercy.

This was strength. Li Wuying and Zhu could only blame themselves for being too weak!

"Don't be happy too early!" Zhu roared.

"What is it? Don't tell me you have the strength to fight back? " Wei Polang asked.

"Yes!" Zhu said.

Wei Polang frowned. He could tell that Zhu wasn't slapping him in the face to make him fat.

However, having known Zhu for so many years, he believed that he knew Zhu like the back of his hand.

The cultivation techniques Zhu practiced were not even worth mentioning.

"Ya!"

With Zhu's explosive roar, the tree vines that were tying him fell to the ground in a flash.

Wei Polang was surprised, he never expected Zhu to have the ability to counter attack!

"Clang!"

The moment the Cold Knife and the black iron rod clashed, the flames scattered everywhere.

Wei Polang finally understood that Zhu had been concealing his true strength and his realm was not weaker than him.

Damn it! Wei Polang couldn't wait to tear Zhu into eight pieces.

In his opinion, with Zhu's despicable identity, his cultivation level shouldn't be so high.

Wei Polang gritted his teeth and once again summoned his tree vines to attack Zhu's back.

He didn't believe that Zhu would be able to handle the pincer attack easily.

The moment Zhu looked tired, he would have the upper hand.

From the moment he decided to kill Zhu, the relationship between him and Zhu had already reached the point of no return.

"Whoosh!"

Zhu flew up with the Cold Knife in his hand and waved it downwards.

Having cultivated in the Spirit Control for many years, he had also encountered many dangers.

He would not be flustered if he were to face a pincer attack.

"Bam!"

Waves of strong blades whistled through the air, their momentum piercing through the sky.

Wei Polang wanted Zhu to put him in a difficult position, so Zhu immediately broke the spell.

In the past, Wei Polang had always looked down on him, so much so that the Zhu Wei Polang knew was not the real Zhu.

However, Zhu's understanding of Wei Polang was much more genuine.

"Bam!"

Under the attacks of the blade pieces, Wei Polang rolled on the ground in a sorry state.

At this moment, Wei Polang's imposing manner as the Spirit Control Fourth Elder had completely disappeared.

The black iron rod in his hand had lost its proper sharpness.

After landing on the ground, Zhu held the Cold Knife and quickly walked to Wei Polang's side.

He looked down at Wei Polang and saw the panic in his eyes.

"Spare us!"

Wei Polang hugged Zhu's legs, his voice begging for mercy turned hoarse.

In order to protect his own life, he couldn't care less.

Even if Zhu humiliated him in every possible way, he could still grit his teeth and endure it.

"You shouldn't have begged for mercy …."

"Hiss!"

In a split-second, Wei Polang, who had risen from the ground, cut Zhu's arm with his black iron rod.

Luckily, Zhu was alert enough, otherwise, there would be a bloody hole in his chest.

"Bam!"

Without stopping, Wei Polang glared and a gust of wind knocked the injured Zhu to the ground.

With a cold expression, Wei Polang's figure flashed and stood beside Zhu. He then lifted his foot and stepped on Zhu's injured arm.

Ye Zichen pushed forward with his feet, causing Zhu's face to turn pale instantly.

Wei Polang had purposely lost to Zhu just now, so that he could consume the least amount of energy to kill Zhu.

"In the end, you will still die by my hands!" Wei Polang laughed sinisterly.

"You are truly despicable and shameless!" Anger burned in Zhu's eyes.

"Hmph, what nonsense are you spouting? What I just used was the most honorable method. You're too weak!" Wei Polang said in disdain.

"You!" Zhu glared fiercely at Wei Polang.

"Is it hard? Alright, I'll send you to the Fallen Realms right now! " Wei Polang said.

He gripped the black iron rod with both hands and aimed it straight at Zhu's head.

"Don't be happy too early!"

Wei Polang slightly raised his left eyebrow. Not long ago, he just heard Zhu's words.

This time, it was different. That sentence came from the mouth of a formless person.

Wei Polang sneered and then turned his head to look at Li Yao.

Boom!

It covered both the sky and the ground. A strong wave of sword qi landed on Wei Polang's face.

Wei Polang was sent flying by the strong sword qi.

In the air, the black iron rod in his hand had several cracks on it.

The sword qi roared in Wei Polang's ears like a beast's roar.

"Bang …"

Once again rolling on the ground, Wei Polang's entire body was covered in sword wounds.

Just now, when he was scheming against Zhu, Li Wen had untied the tree vines from restraining him.

Wei Polang still felt like he was suffocating as he breathed heavily.

Everything in front of his eyes was getting dimmer and dimmer, and his consciousness was getting dimmer and dimmer.

It was then that he heard the gates of the Dead opening to him.

"Hiss!"

Zhu had just stood up and was ready to walk over to send Wei Polang to the dead world.

A sharp sword qi took the lead to cut Wei Polang's throat, then a bright red color covered the ground.

Zhu turned around and stared at Li Yao. His eyes were filled with questions.

Wei Polang was tormenting him and humiliating him, so he should have died at his hands.

"Brother Yu, if Wei Polang dies in your hands, it would be terrible if someone discovered this in the future." The Formless Dao.

"Are you trying to tie Wei Polang's death tightly with yourself?" Zhu furrowed his brows as he asked.

"Yes, Wei Polang wanted to kill you. Actually, it was because you wanted to protect me." The Formless Dao.

"Sigh …" Zhu let out a long sigh.

"Here!" The moment he said that, Li Mo threw the bottle of Essence Recovering Pill to Zhu.