Martial Soul: Be a Saint

Fortunately, his reaction was fast enough, and the flying sword beneath his feet immediately flew out to block his opponent's fatal blow.    

    

However, with a loud bang, a terrifying sword energy swept out, instantly sending him flying.    

    

"Zhu Feng, since you dare sneak attack me, you are courting death."    

    

The Southwest Division youth was sent flying by the Sword Qi, he was extremely furious.    

    

However, the young man from Skyblaze Sect who was called Zhu Feng rushed towards the Sculpture Grass below without looking back.    

    

When the Southwest Division youth saw this, he was even more furious. With a thought, a fiery red water attributed flying sword in her hand suddenly turned into a water sword, piercing through the sky with an unstoppable force, straight towards the Fire God's Palace youth, Zhu Feng's junior.    

    

"Dammit, you dare to attack me? If you have the guts, don't even try to defend yourself!" The Southwest Division youth scolded him.    

    

The flying sword struck straight at the back of the opponent, if he was not prepared at this moment, he would definitely be severely injured. But if he made a move to defend, he would have lost his only chance to pluck the Sculpture Grass.    

    

Seeing that the flying sword was about to reach him, Wang Lin had a hard time making a decision. He struggled in his heart.    

    

After considering it over and over again, he finally decided to turn around and defend.    

    

Bang    

    

Another loud sound rang out as the two flying swords collided once again, causing a terrifying force.    

    

The Hydra that was chasing after Guo Fuji heard the noise coming from the summit of the Sword Summit and its eyes immediately revealed its vigilance.    

    

Roar!    

    

At a certain moment.    

    

It immediately gave up on Guo Fuji, turned back abruptly and attached itself to the cliff wall, quickly climbing up.    

    

Guo Fuhui who had rushed over and witnessed this scene finally heaved a sigh of relief.    

    

He anxiously controlled the Fish Eagle and flew over, saving his brother Guo Fuji who had lost his wits.    

    

"Fu Cheng, are you alright?"    

    

After saving Guo Fuji and bringing him back to the back of the fish eagle, Guo Fuhui asked Guo Fuji who was still in a state of shock, with deep concern.    

    

"Large... Brother, I … "I …"    

    

Guo Fuji wanted to answer, but suddenly realized that he was speechless.    

    

Clearly, he had also realized his own mistake.    

    

Guo Fuhui was very helpless against his little brother.    

    

Taking a deep breath, he couldn't bear to reprimand him, so he said to him in a gentle tone, "It's good that you're fine!"    

    

After he finished speaking, he raised his head to look towards the peak of the sword peak, and his brows tightly knitted together.    

    

There, the sword qi was moving unhindered, causing a fierce battle to take place there.    

    

It was very obvious that the Sculpture Grass they discovered had also been discovered by the two cultivators who suddenly appeared.    

    

It was true that they were lusting after the Sculpture Grass, but they were in conflict.    

    

This Sculpture Grass was a spirit material that the two of them were determined to get, they absolutely could not let the two of them go.    

    

But the two of them were so powerful, and there was even that Hydra protecting the Sculpture Grass, what should they do?    

    

Without a doubt, his heart grew heavy at this moment.    

    

Roar …    

    

Just as he was thinking, a roar suddenly came from above him, followed by the clashing of sword Qi.    

    

Subsequently, he heard another 'Vile creature, how dare you!'. A few words.    

    

The next moment.    

    

Another violent collision occurred, followed by sparks flying in all directions at the summit of the sword peak, faintly discernible in the clouds.    

    

Witnessing this scene, Guo Fuhui's heart was moved, and he immediately rode his Fish Eagle and soared into the sky.    

    

At this moment.    

    

The Hydra that had returned to the summit of the Sword Summit, immediately rushed towards the Sculpture Grass it was protecting, opening its mouth, preparing to devour it.    

    

Obviously, this Hydra was not stupid, and understood that the humans in front of them were all eyeing the Sculpture Grass.    

    

This Sculpture Grass was its spirit material for advancement. How could it let this thing fall into the hands of a mere human?