Just as Feng Xudao of the Xuanling faction came to his senses, there was only a loud "click", and the blocking magic circle outside Xuanqi Island was shattered by the talisman activated by Yao Yong.
Feng Xudao became angry from embarrassment, and shouted: "My disciples, kill them for me."
As soon as the words fell, seven or eight disciples of the Xuanling Sect in the middle and late stages of hemolysis saw the advantage and flew to the north. At this moment, a shocking aura suddenly appeared in Xuanqi Island, and the weather above Xuanqi Island As if it was suddenly mastered, it suddenly became dark, and the water vapor in the air suddenly froze, turning into pieces of crystal snowflakes, which fluttered down, and an ethereal voice came, saying: "Which one do you want to kill?"
Feng Xudao seemed to have seen a ghost, and said in horror: "No, the disciples of the Xuanling Sect retreat quickly, retreat quickly!"
After all, regardless of whether the disciples below responded or not, they turned into a cloud of light, turned their heads and ran away, and the other Daoist alchemists of the Xuanling Sect were not slow at all, turning into various lights and fleeing in the direction of the southern Xuanling Sect.
Just as the real person of the Xuanling faction was retreating, two more auras rose up into the sky, but the size was only comparable to that of real person Qu and others.
The disciples of the Xuanling Sect below heard the words of the true spirit of the sect, their brains were clever, and they immediately rubbed oil on their feet. The remaining dozens of monks of the True Spirit Sect, whose morale was boosted, rushed out of Xuanqi Island and chased them all the way, killing them. More than half.
The Daoist of the True Spirit Sect in the forging alchemy stage in the sky did not make a move, but watched the disciples of the Hemolytic Stage who were chasing and killing the monks of the Xuanling Sect.
At this time, Hu Lili and others in the north had already been brought over by Master Xuan Yong and Liu Xianchang.
When Yao Yong saw so many real people, he didn't care about his excitement, and hurriedly said: "I also ask all real people to help Junior Brother Lu."
Immortal Liu quickly scolded: "Don't be rude! Uncle Jiang has already gone to pick up Lu Ping."
Yao Yong and the others saw that Jiang Xuanlin, who had just fought with Feng Xudao of the Xuanling Sect, had disappeared.
Qu Zhenren has a straightforward personality, and said: "Little Liu, don't talk about them, these dolls are very good, especially this doll, the personality is very similar to the old man, um, very similar! Kid, what's your name and what kind of exercises you practiced."
Yao Yong didn't know why Qu Zhenren asked him this, but he also knew that there were only advantages and no disadvantages, so he said honestly: "The disciple is named Yao Yong, and he is practicing the "Fire Tiger Roaring Heaven Art", one of the five true teachings of our school."
Master Qu's eyes lit up, and he said, "Is it the fire attribute? It's still the five true biography, not bad."
All the real people and Liu Xianchang knew that Qu Zhenren wanted to accept disciples, and they didn't say anything. They couldn't help smiling at Yao Yong who was at a loss.
At this time, Lu Ping has reached the critical point of life and death!
Lu Ping hid on a small coral reef island jutting out of the sea fifty miles west of Xuanqi Island. Since Xuanqi Island's protective formation has been activated now, if he wants to introduce the sound transmission sword into the island, he must also ensure that no Intercepted by the Daoist Alchemist of the Xuanling Sect, it can only be launched at close range.
Lu Ping recorded the plan of himself and others in the magic sword, injected enough mana into the magic sword, and after launching it, saw the magic sword flying towards Xuanqi Island quickly, Lu Ping turned around and flew west quickly.
Just when Lu Ping flew five miles away, he found a dharma sword flashing towards the northwest. Lu Ping knew that this must be the team of monks who were searching for himself and others before being notified by the monks of the Xuanling Sect.
However, what Lu Ping didn't know was that at this time, there were a total of three teams, a total of fifteen monks, led by three monks in the late stage of hemolysis, rushing towards him.
The monks from Xuanqi Island chased after Lu Ping, the monks from the northwest turned to the south, and the monks from the south turned to the northwest. Lu Ping had to face the third team of monks in the western waters of Xuanqi Island. Containment.
Just when Lu Ping saw the sound-transmitting sword of the Xuanling School heading northwest, and was thinking about changing direction, he saw two people dressed in Xuanling School standing in the air two or three miles away in front of him. monks in costumes.
There is no obstacle on the boundless sea, and the sea can be seen several miles away in clear weather, let alone a monk with magic power.
Seeing Lu Ping, the two monks of the Xuanling Sect smiled and said, "We were supposed to hunt down the hemolytic masters of the True Spirit Sect, but we encountered such a fish that slipped through the net. "
Lu Ping saw mana rolling around the two, and there was a faint energy hovering above his head. Knowing that the two were monks in the middle stage of hemolysis, he was shocked. Searched collectively.
Things were exactly as Lu Ping thought, after the search team of the Xuanling Sect determined the scope of the search in the western waters of Xuanqi Island, due to the narrowing of the search range, each team was split up, and the late hemolytic monks who led the team Formed a team of their own, the remaining four mid-hemolysis monks were divided into two teams.
The Xuanling faction is confident that even if the two monks in the middle stage of hemolysis join forces and lose to the late stage monks of the True Spirit faction, they can temporarily entangle them until other monks come to support them.
The two monks of the Xuanling Sect who were at the fifth level of hemolysis obviously had better luck, but they didn't know that the monk at the first level of hemolysis in front of them was what the Xuanling Sect believed to be a master of the late stage of hemolysis of the True Spirit Sect.
The Xuanling Sect lost a total of ten hemolytic first- and second-level monks during the campaign against Xuanqi Island, and six of them died at the hands of Lu Ping.
When Lu Ping saw the two people in front of him, without saying a word, a wave of water surged up from the sea, turned into two anacondas and entwined towards the two of Xuanling Sect.
One of the monks of the Xuanling Sect snorted coldly, and said, "Small tricks!" While waving his sleeves, a gust of wind blew across his face, and Lu Ping's two anacondas were fanned into a cloud of rain.
Just as the monk was about to gather his sleeves, Lu Ping's Feiyan Sword had already slashed over. There was only a "poof" sound, followed by another "嗤啦". The man rolls back his sleeves.
Lu Ping felt as if his flying sword had been pierced into layers of impotent cotton. He had just felt a suffocating feeling that he had nowhere to use his strength, and his flying swallow sword had been thrown back.
But Lu Ping didn't know that the monk who used the sleeve in front of him was even more surprised than Lu Ping. Seeing a two-inch hole in the sleeve, the monk couldn't help being furious. The sleeve of this intermediate magic weapon was spent by himself. It was made with a lot of strength, and it is very consistent with the skills I practiced. I usually fight against people, and there are few opponents in the same level, but now it is cut by a small hemolytic first-level monk Not to mention the loss of a large amount of spirit stones for repairing the magic weapon, I am afraid that I will be made fun of by fellow monks in the future.
The cultivator was about to pour out his anger on Lu Ping, but suddenly found that Lu Ping had turned around and fled towards the sea to the north.
The two were about to catch up, but they saw Lu Ping took out a talisman from his arms and slapped it on his body. Lu Ping's escape light suddenly turned into a stream of water, which was close to the sea and disappeared in the blink of an eye.