"Han Yu, you are such a rip-off bitch, you brought an outsider to deal with the Paradise Palace. It is in vain that the palace master treats you so well and provides you with delicious food and drinks for your cultivation!"
At this moment, eight figures inside walked towards the corridor outside from the secret room at the same time. One of the leading women, with a cold face and an air of being repulsive, walked at the front. His expression didn't even change when he came out, he just looked at Han Yu coldly and said.
The eight women were all dressed in white palace clothes and holding the same flying sword. Perhaps it was because they practiced the same skills. Even their temperaments were so similar, exactly the same as the four women in white who had been killed in the morning. Even the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from his body are at the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
The eight women are all as beautiful as flowers, with skin like snow, and their red lips add a touch of temptation to their cold temperament. Zhao Jiuge snorted coldly in his heart. This monk Huanxi was really lucky. No wonder he chose so many dozen women to train him. As his lackeys, they could not only have sex with each other, but also help kidnap some women.
"Am I eating inside and outside? You bastards who enjoy adultery and thieves. If you and him hadn't taken me back to the Paradise Palace by force, would we have ended up like this? As for the good food and drink provided for me to practice, it wasn't just to absorb my energy. Yin Yuan and spiritual power?”
Han Yu had an angry look on his face, looking at these eight women with resentful looks in his eyes. It was these people who captured her back when she had just broken through to the spiritual elixir realm! If it weren't for them, she would still be living freely and freely now, and maybe she would be able to make further progress in her cultivation.
"In any case, you are lucky to be able to serve the Palace Master. I advise you to turn back now and join forces with me to deal with the enemy. That way I can still intercede for you in front of the Palace Master. Otherwise, I will wait until the Palace Master comes. Let you live and die."
The woman in white with an oval face and seductive red lips paused for a moment, and then said coldly, as if everything that happened in the Paradise Palace was taken for granted.
"Pooh."
Han Yu, who was holding the white flying sword in his hand, first let out a soft sigh, then raised his head and said with a happy smile, "I'm afraid that the happy thief can't protect himself now. How can he have time to take care of us."
After saying that, Han Yu didn't even look at the woman. He continued to raise the sword and bring it down. His spiritual power was running to the extreme, and then he continued to slash at the sword mark just now.
"Boom..."
The difference this time was that the sound was duller, and the big lock broke with the sound. After the door of the secret room was opened, Han Yu went directly in and rescued the woman who was bound by the iron chain.
Everything in front of them gave the women who gathered behind the door of the secret room and watched through the palm-sized gap a glimmer of hope. No matter what Monk Huanxi's current situation was, they were worried about whether the handsome man in front of them could successfully solve the problem. The eight Huanxi monks were the losers. Although the man in front of him seemed to have a strong aura all over his body, the eight women were not easy to mess with. If they joined forces to set up a formation, it would not be impossible to cross the border and kill people.
Seeing Han Yu's actions, the face of the leading cold and charming woman changed slightly and became a little gloomy, but she didn't waste any words. After all, Han Yu's appearance clearly meant that she couldn't be persuaded to come back.
"Do it, spare no one who comes, kill without mercy!"
She glanced at Zhao Jiuge, and then gave a clear shout. The leading woman in white moved her right hand, and the flying sword that also emitted white fluorescence was held diagonally in front of her chest. Zhao Jiuge, who was not far in front of her, naturally woke up. She saw it, and the spiritual pressure that made her breathless naturally made her jealous, so her first target was Zhao Jiuge.
Following her clear drink and movement, the seven women behind her had the same spiritual power, and the flying swords in their hands bloomed with brilliance. The eight of them wore the same clothes, practiced the same techniques, and even the aura they radiated They can all be consistent. This kind of tacit understanding will simply increase the power several times if the formation is set up. Unfortunately, even if Monk Huanxi has the Nascent Soul realm, he does not have the background to get any top-notch formations. As for ordinary formations, Although there are a few, they cannot play a very good role for Zhao Jiuge.
"Four Symbols Formation."
The leading woman didn't need to say anything more. With the movement of turning around and tilting the flying sword, she gently said a few words. The figures of the eight people changed instantly, crossed each other, and divided into four people on the left and right sides.
In fact, they usually practice a formation, which is their ultimate killing move. It only requires twelve people, but who knows that the other four women are already dead, so naturally the killing formation cannot be arranged. I know that if the twelve women in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm use their full strength and cast their formations without caring about their lives, the monks in the Nascent Soul Realm can be trapped for a while.
Out of helplessness, the leading woman had to use this four-image formation. If they faced Zhao Jiuge alone, they would not have the capital to resist. The twelve women are the beautiful guards selected by Monk Huanxi. They usually practice with him in the secret room. The magic weapons and spiritual stones are all provided by Monk Huanxi. When something happens, they are divided into three groups, with four people in each group following Huanxi. Together with the monks, this very ordinary four-image formation only played a backup role, but unexpectedly it came into play today.
As the graceful figures of the eight women in white shone nimbly, the two four-image formations were also completed in a short period of time. Everyone on the left and right sides was shrouded in a layer of looming spiritual light. Four people on one side, Two phantoms also appeared behind them at the same time. They were somewhat similar to the Dharmakaya Laughing Buddha released by Zhao Jiuge, but they were not as agile and lifelike, but rather dull.
On the left is a figure of a white tiger. Although the outline of the figure can be seen, there is no overwhelming feeling of oppression. It is as unreal as a dream. It can only mean that the strength of the person setting up the formation is too weak.
On the right is a fiery red figure with a long tail behind it. Without thinking, Zhao Jiuge knew it was Suzaku. Because this shadow was created by the woman in white who headed it, the shadow was more solid than the white tiger on the left. A few points, much better.
The figures of the eight people are constantly glowing with spiritual light, and at the same time, the auras on their bodies are also rising. It can be said that the spiritual powers of several people are connected at this moment. Fortunately, several people practice the same exercises, and the power of the formation has been invisibly increased. several layers.
After the Four Elephant Formation was arranged, the eight people took action together and raised the white flying swords in their hands. Suddenly, light was flying in the air, as if they were in a dreamlike dream, with the eight figures moving in unison. The white palace attire also started to dance, and once the formation was completed, they did not dare to waste any time. Although the formation could bring them a short-term violent power, the spiritual power in their bodies would start from this moment. It also showed a geometric increase. They had to get rid of Zhao Jiuge before the spiritual power was exhausted.
When the eight figures were dancing, the two phantoms behind them were not idle. As the eight people's flying swords circulated, the sword energy released was like a meteor shower, falling in front of Zhao Jiuge. At the same time, the two phantoms , rushing toward Zhao Jiuge with a chilling aura.
The huge white tiger phantom had a ferocious look in its eyes. In a careless manner, it suddenly raised its left tiger claw behind the rain-like attack of sword energy, and then smacked it in the direction of Zhao Jiuge. Suddenly a gray-white aura came up, like a roaring wind.
The slender red Suzaku opened its proud phoenix eyes at this moment, raised its noble head, shook its tail slightly, then opened its mouth slightly, revealing a brilliant red aura, which was like the three flavors of true fire. Fiery and brilliant.
For a moment, the sword energy was like rain in front, and some strong winds and flames roared from behind, blocking all of Zhao Jiuge's ways out, leaving him to face the difficulty and resist. After all, this was a corridor, and he couldn't even avoid it. There is no location.
But does Zhao Jiuge need to avoid it? From the beginning to the end, he just watched all the actions of these eight women with a somewhat disdainful expression. The four-image formation, even the condensed shadows were so weak, without a trace of agility at all. His golden-patterned dragon fur couldn't compare, so why would he care? As for the sword energy, Zhao Jiuge smiled calmly in his heart. Don't forget his origin. It was the holy land of sword cultivators in the world, the Xuantian Sword Sect! After all, he is also the chief disciple of this generation. Playing with a sword in front of him is not courting death.
Just because Zhao Jiuge didn't care about himself didn't mean that others didn't care. Seeing such an offensive in front of him, Han Yu had already forgotten what he should do. Instead, he turned around and looked at Zhao Jiuge blankly, a little worried about whether Zhao Jiuge could withstand this fierce blow. In the past, although she knew that this man was not an ordinary person, she still couldn't help but feel sad in her heart. Who had let him save her? Although she was also in the spiritual elixir realm, she didn't have the ability to withstand such a thunderous blow. .
Even the women imprisoned in the secret room held their breath and did not dare to breathe loudly for fear of affecting Zhao Jiuge's performance. At the same time, they were secretly sweating for Zhao Jiuge. They all wanted to know whether the handsome man in front of them was really real. Be able to get rid of these female guards of Monk Huanxi.
From the beginning to the end, from the leader of the woman in white to the final formation and successful attack, Zhao Jiuge stood there motionless and calm, just watching with cold eyes what happened to the people opposite him. After practicing for so many years, he is now long gone. He is no longer the novice he was back then. He is no longer what he used to be. No matter what environment or danger he is in, he can face it calmly and remain unchanged to cope with all changes. Besides, he has experienced several dangers. All of this is undoubtedly childish.
After watching the moves of the elders of the sect and his master Jian Wuxin, Zhao Jiuge gradually understood that a truly advanced monk does not have to have deep strength. The most important thing is to be able to hit accurately every time he takes a shot, as well as the spiritual power that is not wasted at all. People may seem to have amazing moves and overflowing auras, but they are just a showpiece. No matter how powerful you are or how fancy you look, what can you do if you fail to hit someone
The dense sword energy in front of him fell like rain, and it was about to fall less than two feet in front of him. Only at this time did Zhao Jiuge move!
The spiritual power in the body had been roaring before, flowing and impacting every part of the meridians, surging and surging, just waiting for Zhao Jiuge's stimulation, and Zhao Jiuge's whole body moved slightly, and there was no big movement, just holding it diagonally with his right hand. The 'Han Ming' was gently lifted up, and in an instant, the natal flying sword, which was originally just emitting a blue-white halo, burst into dazzling brilliance. The fluorescence continued to flow through the sword body. The difference between the top-grade spiritual weapon and the ordinary spiritual weapon The difference is clearly visible at this time, and you can tell the difference just by feeling the sharpness emanating from the sword body.