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Once in a while, the wind would blow and scatter them in the air, making them look like fireflies in the night sky. From time to time, the wind would blow on Ye Mo Han and Lu Zi Bai's side.

Dongfang Rui stood to the side and watched the fight. Ye Mo Han and Lu Zibai's figures moved up and down, left and right, and after fighting for two hours, Ye Mo Han was initially on par with Lu Zibai. However, as time passed, the disadvantage suddenly appeared. Dongfang Rui was confused. According to the legends of the martial arts world, Ye Mo was very strong, but from the looks of the current situation, he was not a match for Lu Zibai.

Lu Ziyi's hands were like knives, slicing towards Ye Wen's vitals. Ye Mo could not avoid the cold, so he had to cut it horizontally with his palm. After fighting with Lu Zibai for so long, Ye Jianhan knew that Lu Zibai's power was very strong, and was no longer inferior to his original power. Ye Mo Han's right arm bent inwards, his left palm struck towards Lu Zi Bai's lower abdomen, and Lu Zi Bai's two palms rotated to block the attack. Ye Mo Han borrowed the force of the blow and flew back several meters. His right arm rose into the sky, and with a palm strike, a wave of air rushed towards Lu Ziyi from the top of his head. (TL: Shixiong > After Ye Mo had externalized his internal force during the fight with Peng Bo, he had been thinking about how to improve it. After several days of pondering, he realized that even if his internal force hadn't fully recovered, he could still use it. This time when he fought with Lu Zibai, Ye Mo just so happened to see if his martial arts could be used accidentally, or if it could be used as he pleased. Ye Mo Han could only use half of his power to externalize his internal energy, which meant that his internal energy had improved a bit. However, his internal energy was still at the initial stage of his cultivation, so his power was not that strong.

When the Qi wave appeared in front of her, Lu Zibai could clearly feel its presence, but he was puzzled, this Qi wave transformed from inner force should be extremely fierce, but when Ye Wen used it, it was really soft, and did not have any forceful force. Lu Ziyu suspected there was a trick, so he didn't dare to take it head-on, and immediately stepped to the side to avoid it. The shockwave hit the ground and raised a cloud of dust. Lu Zibai sneered, and threw a punch, the fist wind was fierce, the force was strong, the tiger was dead, the strength was strong, and the speed was also very fast. Ye Wen Han hurriedly used his palm to block, but he was still sent flying several meters back, almost rolling down the mound.

Lu Zibai used this opportunity to give chase, and pounced towards Ye Mo Han like a ghost. This time, he used all his strength to smash down towards Ye Mo Han's head. Dongfang Rui saw that the situation was not good and wanted to save Ye Guanhan, but the speed of Lu Zi Bai was too fast. Lu Zibai struck again with his palm, and a deep palm print appeared on the ground, which was dodged by Ye Mo Han. Ye Jianhan raised his leg and kicked towards the white face of Lu Ziyi, who raised his right fist to block it. When he looked up, he was surprised to see Lu Ziyi holding onto a sword about five feet long, which was formed from inner strength, thrusting towards him. Ye Wen felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Lu Ziqing's internal energy was indeed deep, and her internal energy had been externalized to such an extent that she could do whatever she wanted.

External transformation of internal force, to an extent, was something that could be seen with a single movement after a certain amount of internal force had been accumulated. Speaking of which, externalizing inner strength was not a skill. As long as a certain condition was met, almost everyone could use it. For example, the Raging Flames Palm created by Chi Feng. For example, the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect that Chen Shaozhong and Chi Feng perished at the same time was related to the external appearance of these two people. But for first-rate experts, they wouldn't use this kind of martial arts immediately when facing an opponent, because they relied on inner strength as a support. The stronger they used it, the greater the loss of inner strength. For example, that day when Ye Mo Han used this technique to cross the undercurrent, he still had not fully recovered his strength. Moreover, if the opponent's inner force was much higher than his own, then if the inner force's side used inner force to fight, then it would be like attacking the opponent's weakness. Other than giving the opponent an opportunity, there was no benefit. Therefore, after fighting with Ye Mo Han for a long time, Lu Zi Bai decided that his internal energy was not as good as his, so he used external force under an absolute advantage, and stabbed out with his sword.

When Ye Mo had stabbed out with this sword, Ye Mo Han had not yet steadied himself. Lu Ziyi must have predicted that Ye Mo Han's body would no longer be able to change, and thus he quickly stabbed out with this sword. The long sword that was transformed from inner force was translucent and looked exceptionally beautiful against the small sparks in the surroundings.

Lu Ziyi thought she had enough confidence to kill Ye Mo Han, but before the weapon in her hand could pierce Ye Mo Han's body, a gust of wind blew from behind. Dong Fang Rui was holding the dagger that had cut off the arms of the two Thousand Poisons Sect disciples, and was stabbing towards the back of her heart. Lu Zibai assumed that Dongfang Rui was behind this, but he couldn't just abandon his own life. He turned around and struck the dagger out of Dongfang Rui's hand, then his left palm landed on Dongfang Rui's shoulder. With just this one unforeseen turn of events, Ye Chanhan had already turned and leapt to Dong Fang Rui's side. Lu Ziqing's palm was extremely fierce, and as soon as she hit the palm, Dong Fang Rui flew out forty to fifty feet. Ye Han originally wanted to catch Dong Fang Rui, but he was still a bit slow. Fortunately, it only hit his shoulder. The injury was not serious, so there would not be any major injuries.

The sword in Lu Zibai's hand immediately transformed into a ten foot long Qi blade, aimed at Ye Shuai Han's back, and the Qi blade suddenly burst in mid air, forming tens of small but thin short blades. The sound of a blade pierced through the air as it chased after Ye Mo. Ye Mo Han turned around and used a move that could topple mountains and overturn seas. A wave of Qi surged out, and when the Qi blades collided with the waves of Qi, they were immediately eliminated. Lu Ziyi used the same trick again, slashing out several times. Ye Mo Han felt as if countless sabers were attacking him and Dong Fang Rui. After countless air sabers, Lu Zi Bai also raised her sabre and rushed forward. He was like a general commanding the air sabers in front of him to charge into battle. It was easy to block the sabre in front, but almost impossible to block Lu Zibai behind.

If they couldn't block it, Ye Han would have to do his best, because Dongfang Rui was behind them. If Lu Ziyi rushed over, both of them would die. During the day, he had watched others fight to the death for a chance at survival, but at night, he had been the one to try his best to survive. Thinking of this, Ye Mo Han could only smile wryly to himself. The blade got closer and closer, Ye Wen Han pushed out with both his palms again, and the three layers of Qi waves appeared. The first layer of Qi waves completely swallowed the Qi blades in front of them, and then the second layer blocked a part of the Qi blades, and after the three layers were exhausted, there were still six Qi blades flying towards Ye Mo.

Bang * * Bang * * Bang * * Bang * Two figures fell down at the same time, and the two people who fell were Ye Mo Han and Lu Zi Bai. When the rest of the Qi blade flew over, Ye Mo was unable to dodge it and welcomed it head on. He waved his palms to avoid the fourth blade, and two of the blades still landed on his body, one on his shoulder and the other on his arm. Ye Mo Han's move surprised Lu Zibai, but he was sure Ye Mo Han would die under his own blade, so he didn't expect Ye Mo Han's Qi blade to cut into Ye Zi Han's chest, and he himself was hit by Ye Mo Han's palm, which landed right on Ye Zi Han's chest. Ye Jianhan had made up his mind to perish together with Lu Zibai, so he purposely showed weakness, avoiding four slashes before deliberately taking two more. When Lu Zibai's long blade was about to cut his own chest, Ye Mo Han adjusted all the power in his body and pushed his palm towards Lu Zibai's chest. Ye Mo Han knew that if this force hit Lu Zibai, it would definitely shatter his heart and cause him to lose his life on the spot.

After Ye Mo Han fell down, his body was light as a feather, and his chest was continuously being filled with cold wind. He felt that he would be filled to the brim, and then he would float along with the wind to another world. Dongfang Rui staggered over. The wound on Ye Mo Han's chest was as wide as three fingers, and blood was flowing like water. She quickly used her hands to help him hold him down so that he wouldn't die from excessive blood loss.

Ye Mo forced a smile at Dong Fang Rui and said, "Relax, my luck is great. Even Falling Goose Peak wouldn't be able to kill me, and this blade wouldn't be able to kill me."

Dongfang Rui didn't say anything, but the expression on her face clearly showed that she was worried. Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something. She picked up Ye Mo Han and pressed both hands onto the wound, not caring about the blood on her hands. She stretched out her hands to feel around her bosom, and after a while, she took out a fire piston and a white porcelain bottle. Ye Chonglou looked at Dongfang Rui in confusion. He didn't know why she had brought out the fire piston, but Dongfang Rui took Ye Jianhan's hands away, and the blood began to gush out ferociously. Dongfang Rui opened the porcelain bottle and sprinkled the entire bottle of white powder onto Ye Mo Han's wound. Ye Mo Han felt a burst of coolness, as well as the praise of the cold wind, as if the cold air was seeping into his bones. In the cold wind, Dongfang Rui lowered her head. After the fire piston ignited, it directly burned towards Ye Mo Han's wound. A wave of searing pain suddenly spread throughout Ye Mo Han's head, causing him to faint. Smoke rose from the cold wound, but the bleeding had stopped, and the wound was burning and stitching.

Dong Fang Rui breathed a sigh of relief, and staggered over to lead a horse. She put Ye Mo Han onto the horse's back with all her might, and the two of them rode the same horse once more, leaving this place in a cloud of dust. The cold wind howled, and Lu Ziyi, who had been lying motionlessly on the ground, suddenly moved his fingers ?