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In the fierce battle just now with the Medicine Man, trying to protect Yun Ran in his arms from harm inevitably constrained him somewhat and consumed more energy and inner strength.

Nangong Mo raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out a bottle of medicine from his bosom, poured it into his palm, and hastily applied it to the wound on his chest that was bleeding profusely.

After such a simple and rough treatment of the wound, Nangong Mo then held Yun Ran and continued to walk down the mountain.

But sometimes it’s just like that, the more you fear trouble, the more trouble finds you.

He had barely walked a hundred meters when a shadow flashed before him, and a man in black blocked his path.

A wide black cloak fluttered loudly in the night wind, and a silver long sword emitted a ghostly cold light in the darkness.

Nangong Mo’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, a trace of icy light flickering within them.

Ye Wushang!

The man that dead girl was always thinking of protecting completely!

He came again!

The target is... her?

Ye Wushang met his gaze for a moment, his figure suddenly moving.

His movement was extremely quick, his body almost turning into a shadowy blur, yet the long sword in his hand spun into a dazzling sword flower, like a silver lightning strike toward Nangong Mo.

Masters spar, better observed from afar than admired up close.

One couldn’t clearly see the moves they used, only perceiving a sudden flash of silver in the night sky, flickering continuously, like meteors or lightning, while the world transformed, rolling up a thousand layers of snow.

Vaguely visible, in that tumultuous world, a white figure was cold and elegant, a black figure icy and ghostly, yet both were equally swift.

Resting birds in the night forest were startled, screeching as they flew toward the distance.

No one knows how long it took, but the clouds dispersed, and the two figures slowly descended from mid-air.

Ye Wushang knelt with one knee in the snow, half-kneeling, his right hand gripping the sword hilt tightly, the sword sinking one-third deep into the snow.

Vaguely visible, a trace of fresh blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

Those eyes, empty and indifferent like glaze, quietly watched Nangong Mo nine steps away, a subtle ripple crossing them.

That man was injured, yet still had to protect the woman in his arms, but he maintained an advantage, triumphing marginally.

At that moment, Nangong Mo was also watching Ye Wushang, his eyes deep and bright, his handsome face beneath the mask covered in frost.

Despite the fierce battle just now, he failed to severely injure him, and given his repeated appearances to assassinate, it was clear that Yun Ran was his relentless target.

The girl knew him, but he didn’t know her identity, only sought to kill her.

At this moment, his blood was rushing against the flow inside, true qi chaotic, as if a fierce fire was burning his organs, this was clearly... the precursor to the Nine Netherworld Curse acting out.

But it’s clearly not yet the day for the poison to take effect...

Suddenly, an eerie sound pierced the night, an arrow whistled through the air, aiming straight for Yun Ran in Nangong Mo’s arms.

Nangong Mo’s eyes turned fierce, suddenly flicking his sleeve, a powerful domineering inner strength surged forth, forcing the incoming arrow to reverse direction, swiftly flying back on its original path.

A cry of pain came from deep within the dense forest, evidently a woman.

Using inner strength also accelerated the reverse flow of blood in Nangong Mo’s body, suddenly causing him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Master!"

Just at this moment, Feng Xuan arrived with several Shadow Guards, seeing the situation ahead from a distance, their eyes nearly bursting in rage.

"Master! Subordinates arrived late!"

Feng Xuan suddenly drew the sword at his waist, leading the charge against Ye Wushang.

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