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He appeared where he should be.

Xiao Feng didn't care about the Scorpion that was frightened out of its wits. Step by step, he slowly walked over like a white fairy. Fairy Bai was his true target. She should know what was going on with Bai Qinglong.

The battle between Bai Qinglong and Jian Fei continued.

The stone tablet stood alone between Bai Qinglong and Jian Fei.

The redness in Jian Fei's eyes intensified. The human expression slowly faded from his eyes. Replacing it with a beastly nature, the killing intent of a trapped beast filled the surroundings of Jian Fei's eyes.

Bai Qinglong stared at Jian Fei. He was not afraid. Perhaps there was nothing in this world that could frighten him.

The killing intent in Bai Qinglong's eyes grew stronger, even revealing a strong fighting spirit.

Let the battle be. Let the battle calm the anger in your heart.

Bai Qinglong roared and pounced on him like a madman.

Almost at the same time, the thin sword appeared, and two figures instantly clashed, causing Jian Fei's sword to fall like a meteor, more than doubling its power compared to the one just now, as countless sword shadows stabbed out at Bai Qinglong from all directions, and each sword image also carried a sharp sword qi, countless sword qi formed a net of sword qi, the berserk Zhen Qi completely enveloped both Jian Fei and Bai Qinglong, it was impossible to see the situation of the battle between the six fingers and the scorpion, the pressure of killing intent was so great that it constantly pushed back six fingers and the scorpion, but it was only a blink of an eye.

Six Fingers could've run away, but he had no intention of running away. This was an unparalleled war, and any martial artist would not want to miss out on such an amazing battle. Six fingers was no exception, but the most important reason was that he had found the cinnabar eye. A thing that was even more exciting than the Six Paths Sword Technique, if he were to bring it back, it would definitely make him extremely happy, Six Fingers thought to himself.

Bai Qinglong was trapped in the sword net. In the countless sword shadows, Bai Qinglong could only dodge, but no matter how many he dodged, the countless sword shadows still cut into his body. Blood splattered everywhere, and blood began to fall like cherry blossoms.

Blood was something that Bai Qinglong couldn't control, and it was also something that he couldn't tolerate.

With the roar of a beast, the violent Zhen Qi suddenly erupted. Bai Qinglong's iron claws were like sharp swords, cutting through the countless sword shadows. His pale hands and nails pierced towards Jian Fei like a hot knife through butter.

Jian Fei shouted coldly: "Aren't you afraid? Then die!"

The light of the Swordqi suddenly increased dramatically. The sword beam and the imposing aura rose to the limit. The broken sword net instantly merged back together, and the concentrated Swordqi crazily rushed towards Bai Qinglong.

"Go to hell." Jian Fei roared.

'Bang! 'a loud sound was heard.

Bai Qinglong was pushed back 30 feet before he managed to stop himself.

Jian Fei was still standing on the spot, the sword in his hand was trembling with a low hum.

Blood gushed out from Bai Qinglong's body. He stood there quietly, his injuries serious. If he was a person, then he was no longer a person, he was just a monster, a monster that did not know pain.

As the stone tablet was still in front of Jian Fei, Bai Qinglong's gaze returned to the stone tablet.

Jian Fei looked coldly at the expert in front of him with unparalleled strength.

Suddenly, a mouthful of black blood spurted out from Bai Qinglong's body.

His pale hands hung down powerlessly.

Jian Fei sighed softly. The move just now had indeed taken a great risk. Just now, the blade-like sword Qi had struck Bai Qinglong's arm countless times before it had managed to stop his attack. Then, he had used the Qi he had accumulated for a long time to force Bai Qinglong away.

Xiao Feng was still closing in on Fairy Bai. He seemed to be completely uninterested in Bai Qinglong and Jianfei's match.

White Fairy no longer had any strength left to run. She sat on the ground and slowly moved backwards, but the distance between them was still shrinking.

Seeing that the situation wasn't looking good, Fairy Bai shouted, "Silver Needles!"

Silver needles?

Why would Fairy White say such a word in this moment of life and death?

Silver needles? Xiao Feng was stunned. "What?"

Fairy Bai hurriedly said, "Silver Needles! Little Bai, don't blame me for having those silver needles at the back of your head!"

When Xiao Feng heard this, he coldly said, "Draw your sword."

Fairy White was startled. Without a word, she pulled out the sword from her waist, unsure of what to do.

Xiao Feng swung his right foot and kicked the hilt of the sword. His foot shifted to the sword's body and he shot the sword straight at Bai Qinglong. Xiao Feng wanted to kill Bai Qinglong?

Bai Qinglong lowered his pale hands. From the beginning until now, he had always been focusing on the stone monument in front of Jian Fei, unwavering. A sword was shooting towards him, but he had no idea.

The sword pierced through the air, the sound of it resounded as it shot towards the back of Bai Qinglong's head.

Bai Qinglong did not move. He did not seem to know that, but although Bai Qinglong did not move, his sword was still moving. He did not hesitate to strike out with his sword, and the annoying smile appeared on Jian Fei's lips once again.

However, the strange thing was that just as the sword was about to hit Bai Qinglong's monkey brain, it suddenly made a turn. It was very small, but one could clearly see the sword's shadow draw an almost indiscernible curve.

"Clang!" A small sound was heard. Although it was only a whisper, Jian Fei's expression had changed. The sword did not pierce the back of Bai Qinglong's head. Instead, it was held tightly in his hand. The sword in Bai Qinglong's hand hummed and then went silent.

All of this happened so suddenly, but it happened so naturally at the same time as if the sword was passed down from the beginning and not a thrust. Bai Qinglong naturally received the sword that had shot out from the back of his head.

At that moment, Bai Qinglong's expression changed. He had recovered.

When he saw the stone tablet in front of him, it no longer had that pale expression, but instead, it was burning hot. It was incomparably hot and crazy. The remnant consciousness in his mind was triggered once again. Now, he was no longer a puppet without feelings, but a real white — — Qing — Long, the Young Hall Master of the Six Lots Hall.

His pale right hand was clenched as blood slowly flowed from his arm along his meridians and into the heart of his pale fist.

Bai Qinglong slowly raised his left hand and pointed at Jian Fei, enunciating each word, "Kill anyone who dares to steal the six sword techniques from the Six Paths Temple!"

Jian Fei's eyes, which had just regained their clarity, suddenly turned red again. "Who are you after all?"

Bai Qinglong said slowly, "Bai Qinglong."

Jian Fei asked: "Sixth Prince?"

"That's right."

"Hmph, the Six Paths Hall has already been destroyed. I advise you to put down some things that you should put down. There are some things that are meaningless to forcefully hold on to."

"You don't need to care about the matters of the Six Paths Hall. You just need to do what you should do." Bai Qinglong didn't give in at all.

"Then you have no intention of cooperating with me at all?"

"Not the slightest bit." Bai Qinglong said resolutely.

"How dare you!" A domineering aura swept across the area. Jian Fei revealed an angry expression and said, "You refuse a toast only to be punished."

An aura also emanated from Bai Qinglong's body, instantly nullifying Jian Fei's aura: "Humph, if you want to take the stone tablet, first ask about the sword in my hand."