The omnipresent golden light continued its bombardnt, knocking the Jedi Knight out of the sky.
Li Xiu hurriedly retrieved the Jedi Knight. After using Unrivaled National Hero, the Jedi Knight had entered a weakened state, unable to maintain the Super Spirit State, and continued attacks might result in obliteration.
The Jedi Knight transford into a beam of light, returning to Li Xiu’s finger, where the Red Crystal Ring it ford dimd, with noticeable fine cracks.
Luckily, he retrieved it in ti; a little later and it might have shattered.
"Looks like I have no choice but to fight desperately," Li Xiu gripped the Spiritual Mace.
Suddenly, Li Xiu heard mystical sounds. Looking through the gaps between Dragon Vein Spirit’s bodies, he saw the source of the sounds.
Under the golden light, a figure moved forward step by step, as if walking through rain.
The figure was tall and slender, but didn’t appear fragile, instead exuding an aura of terrifying power. A long sword rested on his shoulder, moving through the golden light, surrounded by countless spirits emitting black-purple smoke, repelling the golden light.
The golden light fell upon the black-purple smoke like raindrops, scattering as if hitting stone.
The man stood amidst the rain-like golden light, glanced at the golden bird in the sky, and cracked a sinister smile.
In the next instant, his hand on the sword hilt suddenly moved.
Long fingers clasped the hilt, drawing the sword swiftly.
Li Xiu saw a flash of eerie purple light; the golden bird in the sky emitted a cry, its golden light dissipated, showering golden rain mixed with remnants of gold feathers.
The golden bird flapped its wings, transford into golden light, and vanished into the clouds, leaving a ss and scattered gold blood.
Sohow, the sword was back in its sheath in the man’s hand; Li Xiu hadn’t seen clearly what the sword looked like, it was too fast.
The battered Dragon Vein Spirit loosened its body, lying next to Li Xiu to rest. Its injuries weren’t severe, but the area was large; scales hit by golden light bore nurous marks.
Li Xiu observed the man carrying the sword. He wore a robe, with purple smoke rising around him, scars crisscrossing his bare upper body.
He didn’t believe his luck was so good that a powerful Trial Taker would suddenly appear to rescue him.
"Li Xiu?" Jing Li asked, looking at Li Xiu.
"Yes, who are you?" Li Xiu inquired.
"Soone who’ll kill you," Jing Li said, grasping the sword hilt again, drawing it violently.
Splatter!
Blood sprayed everywhere!
A massive wound appeared on Dragon Vein Spirit, blood like smoke and liquid spurted out, resembling a fountain in a small square.
"Hmm!" Jing Li glanced at Dragon Vein Spirit with a hint of surprise.
Li Xiu’s gaze was cold, activating the Masked Emperor, he sprinted toward the Longevity Lamp, with the injured Dragon Vein Spirit following, trailing blood.
Li Xiu clenched the handlebar and the Spiritual Mace, prepared to fight desperately.
"That’s Jing Li..." Sha Chu trembled against Li Xiu’s body, her voice quivering.
Li Xiu didn’t care who Jing Li was; he only wanted to escape the Land of Trial for a chance at survival.
The Masked Emperor was only a few hundred ters from the Longevity Lamp; for the Masked Emperor, it was a re mont’s reach.
Yet, this brief period was enough for Jing Li to unleash countless sword strikes; his sword was incredibly fast.
But Jing Li rely watched Li Xiu rush toward the Longevity Lamp, neither stopping nor striking.
Until Li Xiu reached the Longevity Lamp, extinguishing it, Jing Li rely coldly observed without striking.
When the Longevity Lamp went out, Li Xiu and Sha Chu felt a sudden darkness, and upon regaining sight, found themselves before the Gate of Beasts.
Li Xiu imdiately grasped the Demon Eye Magic Armor that reappeared on him, rging with it.
Purple light patterns enveloped him; Li Xiu looked toward the other side of the Trial Gate.
Jing Li stood there with his sword, still staring expressionlessly at Li Xiu.
"Sha Chu, keep your distance," Li Xiu said calmly.
Sha Chu nodded, retreating silently. Nearby Trial Takers had fled far upon seeing Jing Li.
"Why didn’t you strike before?" Li Xiu asked, looking at Jing Li.
"Your magic spirit is good; it’s a pity to kill it," Jing Li said indifferently. "Since you’re a Magic Armor Master, retrieve your magic spirit, fight with your armor, and don’t let the magic spirit die in vain."
"You want my magic spirit?" Li Xiu asked calmly.
"I never use magic spirits," Jing Li replied.
Li Xiu was slightly taken aback; he hadn’t expected Jing Li to say that.
"If you don’t use magic spirits, why is it a pity to kill it?" Li Xiu curiously asked.
"A pity is a pity; does it need a reason?" Jing Li answered.
Li Xiu nodded, "Well said, indeed it doesn’t need a reason. But why do you want to kill ? Surely, this has a reason?"
"If I tell you the reason, will you retrieve it and only fight with magic armor?" Jing Li glanced sideways at the Dragon Vein Spirit near Li Xiu.
Li Xiu summoned the Dragon Vein Spirit back, calmly looking at Jing Li, "Now can you share your reason?"
"Soone wants to kill you; I owe them a favor, so I’m here to kill you," Jing Li said slowly, glancing unexpectedly at Li Xiu.
"Who is that person?" Li Xiu continued asking.
"This is a second question," Jing Li didn’t answer, grasping the sword hilt again, staring at Li Xiu like a knife edge, "Turn your magic armor’s power to the max; I’ll be waiting."
Li Xiu hooked the psychic mace back to his waist, gazing at Jing Li, "Anyti, draw your sword."
Jing Li said nothing more, flexed his fingers, and swiftly drew the long sword, phantom-like purple-black sword light flickered.
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