The Guardians: The Swordsman of the Moon

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Wu Jiao Xing jumped backwards, sniffing out his enemy's attacks and moving forward to counterattack. The clinking of the clashing swords rang out and Wu Jiao Xing grew more and more focused on finding a way for him to remove the mask from his enemy.

Turning around and kicking, Wu Jiao Xing managed to knock down his enemy. However, his enemy had good reflexes and incredible defense, easily dodging, fending off and bouncing back. Their enemy was truly great, it unintentionally flashed how the ability of the person who made this spell, what would it be like if they met him? How strong is that guy?

Shaking his head, Wu Jiao Xing refocused on his fight.

Meanwhile, Mo Xian had already expended his spiritual energy and made his sword hotter than the burning iron. His sword slash even left a flawless mark when it hit the pepohan and toppled it very easily. However, his enemy was extremely agile, his movements were extremely fast and easily dodged his attacks.

Mo Xian saw his enemy leaping into the air and could see black smoke rising from his body. The silver sword that his enemy was holding slowly also emitted black smoke and shot out an aggressive attack at Mo Xian.

However, Mo Xian's words about us already being more developed were not nonsense. Mo Xian's movements had also increased, as fast as his enemy's movements in delivering attacks, Mo Xian had always managed to fend off and counterattack.

Their swords clinked, everyone focused on their respective battles.

Wu Jiao Xing had already managed to control his feelings and focus on his fight despite still having difficulty giving a counterattack. However, his movements had already managed to compensate for the opponent's movements.

While Mo Xian managed to injure his opponent as he swung his sword, slashing at his enemy's chest. The movement of the enemy slowed down for a split second, but it was already enough for Mo Xian to execute a second proper strike on his enemy's mask until it split in two.

His enemy collapsed to the ground, black smoke billowing out along with a foul smell spreading in the air. Making the black-toothed man smile cynically as he glanced at one of his men had been wiped out.

"A very talented boy," he said, using his chains to fight, darting out quickly and swinging him there to follow Bao Yu's nimble movements.

Bao Yu did not reply, the old man only saw Mo Xian had managed to defeat his enemy and turned to help Wu Jiao Xing.

His white brows were linked, seeing how the enemy that had been defeated by Mo Xian had turned into a pile of fleshy bones.

"You seem to be paying close attention to your students, but you can still dodge my attacks. Old man, you really have talent, but I can't serve you much more. Die!"

The man swung his iron ball and threw it right at Bao Yu's head, he then pulled it back as Bao Yu caught the ball with his hand, not allowing Bao Yu to release his hand from his iron ball, the man quickly used his chains to wrap around Bao Yu's body and kick him. However, the old man did not flinch.

That was when the man realized that he had no chance of winning. Ever since, he had already noticed the old man's demeanor was so calm like deep lake water. He only saw the man anxious when he saw the fight of his students. However, while fighting him, his attitude was very calm and made his body goosebumps as if falling into the darkness of the lake water, not having the chance to look and make his chest tight, he said, it was a feeling he rarely encountered.

Their movements were fast and always managed to keep up with his men, especially the beautiful-faced young man who had that tiny body, he said, he had not expected to meet the extremely talented owner of the basic elements of fire even managed to annihilate his men in a short enough time.

Two of them have the basic element of water. The white-haired young man who was fighting alone was also extremely talented, his ability in turning the humidity of the air into an ice weapon deserved a compliment. However, what left him inexhaustible was how the young man could be here.

Within his lore, the white-haired people with snow-white skin, blue-eyed with ice weapons only came from the Magic Snow Dew plains that were on the Yuan Xing continent.

Then what are they doing here?

In Xin Yue?

"Consider your mind."

The man heard Bao Yu's voice and turned his head only to get a hard kick on his face until it bounced far back. It was easy for Bao Yu to let go of his shackles and cut the chains until the man had no other weapons.

The two then fought empty-handed, looking balanced as the two attacked and defended each other. However, for the man he really had no chance of winning. Bao Yu's punch was unusually hard and painful, even his ribs had been broken. However, he persisted because he had to get it back, but what happened was that he was completely cornered.

All his men had been exterminated and the old man's disciples saw him slumped on the floor, spewing out a mouthful of blood, very pitiful.

"Who sent you?" ask Bao Yu.

The man did not reply, holding his chest he looked down, at the ants lined up carrying eggs. He seemed to be thinking, but then he got up very quickly and was about to attack Mo Xian who was standing not far from him. However, Bao Yu swiftly prevented him by stabbing the poison flower needle in his stomach.

The man turned his head to look at Bao Yu's face with a look of disbelief, he held onto his stomach and found a large needle with a lotus flower head stuck in his stomach. He chuckles.

"You were totally unexpected" he said.

Bao Yu responded with a nod. "Thank you."