puff!
There was a crisp sound and blood flashed.
Just as Lu Yangrong turned around, his head was pierced by a flying sword, and he was dead on the spot!
The flying sword continued to strike at the people behind, and Su Zimo was the first to be hit.
Su Zimo's spiritual sense had already warned him, and he immediately drew out the Hanyue Sword, struck it with his backhand, and struck the oncoming flying sword hard, knocking it down.
The speed of this sword was too fast, it was obviously not a Qigong practitioner's move!
If Su Zimo wanted to use the flying sword to resist, he had to use the sword formation, but the sword formation took a little longer to deal with the sudden situation in front of him.
Lu Yangrong's blood splashed all over Su Zimo and Guan Jin.
Except for Su Zimo, the remaining three people were all stunned on the spot, with horror in their eyes.
Even with his cold and gentle nature, he looked a little flustered at this moment.
Everyone could not imagine that a person who was smiling and talking to everyone just now turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye!
Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
Two more sword lights flashed, aiming directly at Su Zimo and Guan Jin.
At this time, Guan Jin was stunned on the spot, not even crushing the talisman in his palm immediately.
Su Zimo stretched out his palm, pulled him behind him, and shouted: "Get back!"
when! when!
Su Zimo struck back with two swords, knocking down the two flying swords again.
The power of these two swords is not small, and the person who used them was at least in the early stage of foundation building!
The situation has changed, and all the previous speculations of Lu Yangrong and Guan Jin are invalid.
There are at least three foundation-building monks in this spiritual mine, and these three people don't care about Piaomiao Peak. They will kill with their killing moves without mercy!
Only then did Guan Jinsan react.
Guan Jin immediately crushed the amulet, and a curtain of light enveloped the surroundings, as Leng Rou and the little fat man quickly retreated outside.
There was a sound of clothes breaking through the air from deep inside the cave entrance. Judging from the sound, there were quite a few people!
Seeing that Feijian could not kill Su Zimo and others, the people inside had already chased after them.
While Su Zimo retreated, he took out a big bloody bow.
Long before Wufeng competed in skills, Su Zimo had already forged Hanyue Sword and Blood Crystal Bow into low-grade spiritual weapons.
In the blink of an eye, three sharp arrows were already cocked.
call out! call out! call out!
Three rays of cold light submerged into the darkness at the entrance of the cave, and the sound of sharp arrows piercing the air was heard.
"ah!"
Two screams were heard, and another sharp arrow was blocked.
"Everyone, be careful!"
Deep inside the cave, a person said something.
In this small hole, there was not much space for the monks to dodge, and Su Zimo's bow and arrow caused a lot of damage.
Running with all their strength, Su Zimo and the others saw the light of day again in a short while.
When they came outside, several people were shocked.
The group of blood-eyed crows that had just flown above everyone's heads were now attacking Xiaohe and Linghu, biting them continuously.
Xiaohe is a spirit demon after all, and he can still protect himself under the siege of the blood-eyed crow.
But the spirit tiger didn't know how to fly, and it was already injured in many places. It kept roaring on the spot and was unable to resist.
"Ice Wind!"
When Leng Rou saw this scene, she pinched the spirit formula with her hand, scolded lightly, and pointed her finger in the air.
A gust of cold wind came out of thin air and passed over the bodies of the blood-eyed crows. Many crows were covered with a layer of frost and fell to the ground, falling apart and dead.
This is the power of spiritual magic!
Because Lengrou took action, Xiaohe rushed out of the encirclement, panting slightly, with a trace of fear in his eyes.
It has stayed in the sect all year round, and has never seen such bloody fighting scenes.
"You guys sit on Xiaohe and leave this place temporarily!"
Su Zimo said quickly.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
At this moment, an arrogant laughter came from deep inside the cave entrance.
A group of people walked out of the cave entrance. The leader was wearing a gray robe and raised his voice: "None of you can leave today, so please stay here!"
"Later stage of foundation building!"
The little fat man's pupils shrank violently and he exclaimed.
The gray-robed monk who spoke turned out to be in the late stage of foundation building!
Among them, the only one in the middle stage of foundation building, Lu Yangrong, had died in the entrance of the spiritual mine.
Not only that, but a steady stream of cultivators came out of the cave entrance. At a glance, there were more than thirty people!
The scary thing is that all these thirty-odd cultivators are foundation-building cultivators!
Except for the gray-robed monk who is in the late stage of foundation building, there are nine others who are in the middle stage of foundation building. The rest are in the early stage of foundation building, and there is not a single Qi practitioner!
"It's over!"
Guan Jin looked at the more than thirty foundation-building monks who had surrounded them, with pale faces and despair in his heart.
The little fat man was holding a giant ax in one hand and a flying sword in the other, looking nervous.
The cold and soft flying sword hung in front of him. Although his expression was cold, his palms were all sweaty.
Of the four people present, only Su Zimo was still calm and looked around.
"We are Piaomiao Peak monks, who are you!" Guan Jin took a deep breath and asked with a stern expression.
"hehe."
The leader of the gray-robed monk chuckled lightly, his eyes full of mockery, and raised his eyebrows: "Is Piaomiao Peak amazing? Yesterday, there was a Piaomiao Peak disciple who didn't have eyesight, and he was killed by me!"
Sure enough, the disciple of the sect who passed on the message died.
As early as when Lu Yangrong died in the cave, Su Zimo realized that things would never go well today.
Guan Jin still had a glimmer of hope and showed weakness first, saying: "Fellow Taoists, what you are planning is nothing more than the spiritual mine in front of you. We at Piaomiao Peak can just give up. Why do we need to kill them all?"
"Besides, the spiritual mine in front of us is just a low-grade spiritual mine, and it's useless to us, haha." Guan Jinqiang laughed.
"Low-grade spiritual mine?"
The gray-robed monk shook his head and sneered: "Correction, this place is a middle-grade spiritual mine!"
"ah?"
Guan Jin's expression changed, and he finally realized why those who showed up were all foundation-building monks.
If it were a mid-grade spiritual mine, the attraction to foundation-building monks would be great enough!
If we had known in advance that this was a middle-grade spiritual mine, the disciples sent by Piaomiao Peak would definitely be strong among the inner disciples, and they might even be led by inheritance disciples!
Su Zimo remained silent and watched coldly.
He looked carefully and saw that the more than thirty foundation-building monks in front of him were dressed in different costumes and had no identity tokens. They were obviously all casual cultivators.
What brings this group of casual cultivators together to rob this spiritual mine
The gray-robed monk in front of me alone may not be qualified enough.
Although he was powerful in the later stage of foundation building, others could not afford to follow him and take risks, so they offended Piaomiao Peak.
Guan Jin forced himself to calm down and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoists, to be honest, we have already sent a message to the sect, and the monks from our sect will be here soon..."
"Haha, you were already a bunch of dead people by then."
Before Guan Jin finished speaking, he was interrupted by the gray-robed monk.
The gray-robed monk said with a smile: "Besides, by the time you Piaomiao Peak monks arrive, we will have already left."
"Hahaha!"
The surrounding foundation-building monks laughed wildly.
The gray-robed monk stared at Guan Jin's face, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and asked with a smile: "Also, this fellow Taoist, haven't you noticed anything wrong with your body?"