The battle in the sky became increasingly intense.
Big guys keep falling.
The Jiuyang Sect has it, and so do the Huoyun Sect and the Motian Sect.
Thirty thousand miles high in the sky, the battle between Yin Motian and Dao Jiuyang was extremely fierce.
Surpass the ordinary bosses below by several levels.
The space collapsed at any time, and space vortices exploded and disappeared around the two people.
Such power would make even those in the Starry Realm feel their scalps tingle.
Inside the Nine Yang Sect.
Jiu Xingtian and his group looked at it with their eyes wide open.
They clearly saw that each Nine Yang Sect elder often had to deal with two or even three enemies at the same time.
As for them, either they have a mission to accomplish or their realm is not high enough.
This is a fight between the strong.
Those below the Rizhao Realm are not qualified to enter.
"The Huoyun Sect and the Demonic Sky Sect are a bunch of bastards. If I enter the Kaimai realm, I will be the first one to rush out and kill them without leaving a single piece of armor!"
"Alas, what a pity, I am not a genius, nor do I have the power to open my meridians. Otherwise, I would rush to the battlefield without hesitation, even if I die in battle!"
"Brother, please let us go. Even if it takes a while, we will die without regrets and without complaint!"
"Ah, my master was hit by five consecutive palm strikes and has fallen from the sky. Woohoo~~~ Master is old, I hope nothing will happen to him!"
Inside the Nine Yang Sect.
Some people hate themselves for being as weak as ants.
Someone requested to go to war.
Some people are worried about the safety of their master.
The disciples at the Qi Refining Stage, Core Forming Stage, and Rizhao Stage witnessed the fight with tears and red eyes, but could only roar helplessly.
"Brother, please let me out. I am the Nine Yang Sect's genius. I can fight against the Kaimai realm!"
Xiao Fengqing is here.
Although, he has not yet carved out the Enlightenment Talisman for the Kaimai Realm.
Although, he is still only in the Rizhao realm.
But when he saw his master Zhenyang being beaten by three people, he felt extremely painful.
I am crazy with hatred.
"Xiao Fengqing, stop making trouble. Don't you know your own weight? Go back, or I will beat you up!"
Jiu Xingtian spoke.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
"You are also a cultivator in the Kaimai realm. Go out and kill the enemy. How can you be called a hero hiding in the formation? Do you feel superior if you beat me? If you do, come here!"
Xiao Fengqing shouted loudly, not taking Jiu Xingtian seriously at all.
"I heard that you, Xiao Fengqing, are addicted to beating up your senior brothers. Fine, today I'm going to wake you up and see how big the gap is between you and me!"
Jiu Xingtian's black hair was dancing wildly.
The next moment, a palm came down to suppress it.
Xiao Fengqing was beaten so hard that he retreated repeatedly and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"You're going to die like this? You'll die in one encounter. If anyone else refuses to obey, just come over. Your master is fighting hard outside, and if you want to cause trouble, don't blame me, Jiu Xing Tian, for turning my back on you!"
With one palm strike, Xiao Fengqing was knocked back, and Jiu Xingtian’s cold words echoed throughout the Jiu Yang Sect.
"Brother, you really beat me. Fine, remember this! I will definitely surpass you!"
Xiao Fengqing spat out a mouthful of blood foam, turned around and left.
As soon as he left, the excited disciples calmed down.
Now all the masters of the Nine Yang Sect have come out.
Jiuxingtian, who is responsible for guarding the sect protection formation, is the largest.
His words are the words of the next generation of clan leader.
That's when it happened.
Sudden.
A disciple pointed outside the formation and said in surprise:
"Everyone, look! Senior Brother Chen is back again!"
"What? Let me see!"
Liu Dazhuang and his group from the cafeteria squeezed to the front and took a look.
really.
Chen Changan went and came back, standing there and began to shout: "Bosses of Huoyun Sect and Motian Sect, I, Chen Changan, am here, come and kill me if you dare!"
"Didn't Junior Brother just take a group of people away? How come he was so fast?"
Liu Dazhuang muttered.
Zhang Mazi said: "I can't tell you about my junior brother's methods!"
Zhao Tiezhu also said: "I can't say, but I believe in my junior brother. As long as he wants, he can accomplish what he wants to accomplish!"
Li Erdan said: "Tiezhu, does your statement count as that... that..."
Zhao Tiezhu said: "No, I'm smart. I didn't say it explicitly, so how could it count?"
The group of people in the cafeteria are really heartless.
We actually started chatting.
Of course, this cannot be blamed on them. Many years ago, they have always believed that as long as Junior Brother Chang'an is there, the Nine Yang Sect will not fall.
This perception is actually recognized in the cafeteria. Other places in the sect, including Yutuo Peak, do not have such mysterious confidence.
This kind of confidence starts with a talisman...
Let’s get back to the topic.
Hearing these words, Jiu Xingtian also looked back.
Chen Changan just threw his flowing hair coquettishly, raised the axe, and ran away wildly.
Behind them, a group of cultivators were chasing frantically, and Jiu Xingtian even saw a powerful cultivator from the Starry Realm of the Demonic Sky Sect among them.
The strong man shouted: "Chen Changan, where is my clan leader!"
… ? Jiu Xingtian had a question mark on his forehead.
Just now, he did see Sha Motian following along.
It’s only been a short while, why is my junior brother back again
There are quite a lot of people taken away, how come they all disappeared inexplicably
This movement also attracted the attention of a group of big guys fighting in the sky.
True Man Huoyun's heart tensed up, as he had just seen Sha Motian follow him.
However, the one who came up now was Chen Changan.
What is going on
"Brother Fire-breathing, you come and deal with Feng Qingyang, I'll go down and take a look!"
True Man Huoyun opened his mouth, exchanged palm strikes with Feng Qingyang, and flew into the air.
In the back, the old Taoist priest named Breathing Fire shouted: "Brother, I can't beat Feng Qingyang!"
"There are so many people, call a few more!"
"good!"
Spitfire responded.
But when he called out to a few people for help, he found that several familiar faces around him were gone.
No one came to help.
"Haha, you're the only one left. Do you think you can be my opponent?"
Feng Qingyang sneered.
"I can breathe fire, and I'll fight you!"
He roared with fire and fought Feng Qingyang with all his strength.
As the two groups of people left.
The big guys of the Nine Yang Sect who were still struggling to hold on discovered this.
Huh~
How come the pressure is relieved
Some of the big guys used to deal with two or three.
Now, it's either a fight against one or two.
Over the past few days, the people of the Nine Yang Sect have gradually become accustomed to the power of the Fire Cloud Sect's black magic flame.
Not that difficult to deal with.
Now some people are relieved of their stress and can spare some time to help fellow sect members nearby.
With the addition of Xie Liting, who shared the responsibility of two powerful men in the Starry Realm, this gave the leaders of the Nine Yang Sect hope and light.
…
After slapping to death a blind elder of the Demonic Heaven Sect with one palm, Master Xuhuang felt a little bored.
"You are so shameless to call yourself an elder with just this little ability? In my Great Wilderness Sect, if you don't have 100 meridians open, you can't join the Elders' Council! Boring!"
At his side at this moment.
No one dared to step forward.
That flickering vision was proof of strength, so powerful that it was impossible to resist.
There was a vacuum zone around him.
The other side.
Wang Changshou's battle zone also became a vacuum zone.
He has freed up his hands to help his master Taoist Lingxu.
"Changshou, how is Chang'an doing?"
At this moment, Taoist Lingxu was leaning on his disciple, panting.
"Master, rest assured. I am creating a miracle!"
Looking at the master lying on his shoulder.
Wang Changshou smiled slightly and spoke softly.