The screams that came out came from a sword cultivator who was disturbed by the sudden attack, and accidentally broke a pill furnace.
Pill stoves are like sword repairers and swords, medicine repairers and knives. The only difference is that the pill stoves are very expensive.
But unfortunately and fortunately, that Dan Xiu didn't have time to settle accounts with him in a short time, because almost at the same time, black smoke spread out around him, isolating the spiritual sense, making it impossible to see the south, south, north and west, and those under Jiuyuan. Ghosts are very similar.
Enemy attack!
An Xian's original lazy appearance immediately changed greatly, she stood up, and several sword qi were blasted out by her instinct.
There was a sword light handover in the void, but soon, the black smoke began to fade.
Youjia held up a green lantern, which burned like a candle, but quickly consumed the surrounding fog.
The people who came to attack them all covered their faces, and they were ruthless and numerous.
However, it is obvious that there is no sense of unity, and they fight separately, while the Kun-Lai disciples are skillfully assembled in formation, with the nearest few as a group, after protecting the wounded, all kinds of talisman instruments are not required. Throw it out like money.
Whether it is the outer door or the expedition, this kind of aggregation formation has long since entered his instinct.
Compared with their opponents, their cooperation was extremely seamless. Poison Xiu released the poison, Fu Feng released the talisman, and Tai Yi Feng quickly made a great formation under the protection of several people. The surrounding Kun-Lai disciples fought and retreated. Their direction gathers.
However, the number of enemies far outnumbered them.
Some people even fight against five or six bandit cultivators by one person. Even if the cooperation is good, it is somewhat difficult to support under the overwhelming number.
Youjia Huang Wei was instructing the disciples of this peak, but they couldn't find where the goblin was.
Bai Shuixian and An Xian met several cultivators. They just handed over a sword and went to the cloud to kill each other. The cultivators were too powerful, and the aftermath could easily hurt other cultivators. Similarly, They crave even more for the wealth of the Kun-Lai Fellowship.
Between the hands, Bai Shuixian and An Xian used their swords to be extremely ruthless. They all knew that the Kun-Lai disciples below were in danger. If the battle was over in a second, the casualties would be less.
An Xian's swordsmanship has reached the realm of transformation early. The sword has no return, and the meaning of self-sacrificing is so huge that it is almost impossible to fight back against the few miscellaneous cultivators on the opposite side. Neither can she.
But she didn't feel any relaxation in her heart - she could feel that there were still monks around him watching secretly, and as long as there was a chance, he would make a move quietly.
She changed her mind and decisively sold a fatal flaw. The other cultivator was overjoyed when she saw it. The sword light came from the sky like a rainbow. First came, a sword owl head, and the other party's sword energy had just pierced half an inch into her chest, only a small injury.
However, at this moment, a strange sword suddenly appeared in the void, stabbed heavily towards the wound, and inserted it into the heart.
A mocking smile suddenly appeared on An Xian's face. When the sword in his right hand turned, a blue light almost traced along his sword. It was indescribably fast, soft and gentle, like the sun shining on the top of the mountain in the morning. The white snow reflects the sky, revealing the most beautiful blue in the world.
But it was also the most terrifying blue. He went up against the sword and cut off his thumb, palm, and through his elbow, and chopped off the attacker's right shoulder and even the smaller half of his body.
The blood burst!
An Xian suddenly retreated, and a bloody light shot out of her chest, which was held down by her hand.
"Why didn't you die..." Feeling that the other party's qi and blood were not deteriorating, the sneak attacker was so frightened that he quickly retreated.
However, An Xian slammed her right hand and threw the long sword out. The huge skill pierced the attacker, including the trachea and spine, and silenced all his voices.
She beckoned to call back the long sword and stared coldly at the other masked men.
That kind of terrifying momentum made them almost unable to breathe, and they were timid before they fought - although they had already joined the path, but just now, in just three breaths, this woman had already killed an elder of the path, and they were both. If there are three strengths and two weaknesses in the backbone of one's own sect, no matter how many things the disciples rob, they will only be able to take advantage of other sects.
An Xian smiled coldly, put down the wound that had stopped the bleeding, and took a step forward.
The opponent took a step back at the same time, and when they fought again, they were very cautious. Even if An Xian sold her flaws, she would not be easily fooled and made up her mind to drag her to death.
Just like this, she was pressed and beaten even more by An Xian. She didn't know what kind of item her long sword was. Cutting a magic weapon of True Essence Armor was like cutting melons and vegetables. With only three or five swords, a magic weapon could be found. Weakness, a sword to break it. But for a while, another person was caught by her and pierced through the brain with a sword, and fell from the sky like a broken pocket.
This kind of change undoubtedly made those people even more fearful, and they all had the intention of retreating. If it wasn't for showing their backs in battle, they would die, they would have turned around and fled long ago.
On the other hand, Bai Narcissus is not so bloody.
Her white clothes fluttered, like a water fairy, one sword after another, like a soft white silk in the water, without the power to hurt anyone.
But only those who besieged her felt that the murderous horror was extremely intractable. When the shot was taken, it was like being on the bottom of the sea, and all the feelings became unreal. , that weird pressure instead increased little by little in her rhythm, and with their cultivation base, they were a little breathless.
That does not work!
A masked cultivator felt a little exhausted, and his thoughts were spinning. He gritted his teeth, took out a wax pill from his arms, gritted his teeth, and swallowed it. Almost instantly, his depleted real essence recovered like a rising tide. When he got up, he recovered half of it in less than a moment, and in the battle, he was much calmer.
"Brother Dao, lend me one." Another masked monk next to him seemed to be in the same situation, but he didn't have this kind of elixir, so he had to ask for help. "When this happens, there will be a big reward."
"I only have one, such a treasure, if it is urgent, do you think I will use it?" The medicine monk said coldly.
"Yes!" The other party no longer insisted, and he also knew that this kind of thing could save lives at such a time, and no one would be reluctant to use it until the end.
But it doesn't matter, this kind of swordsmanship is also very draining on the woman, I don't believe how long she can last.
The opposite Bai Shuixian seemed to see their plan, smiled coldly, took out a handful of wax balls with the same imprint as the cultivator on the other side, and swallowed them like jelly beans.
Almost instantly, this weakened swordsmanship realm began to stabilize, even stronger than just now.
Several cultivators in the realm looked ashen for a while.
However, Bai Shuixian did not win, and her spiritual sense still had a trace on the battlefield below. Even though she and An Xian had some advantages, ordinary disciples were already in danger, and many disciples had been seriously injured. The standard carry-on bag can only maintain their lives. Even so, there are several disciples who are not alive. If they don't get treatment quickly, they are afraid to stay here.
She almost exploded! Where did that little goblin go at this time, don't hurry to save people!
She knew very well that the last time he used the power of his sword, I was afraid that even the monks here would not be able to take his sword together.
Of course she reacted quickly.
Not only did the goblin fail this time, but the Golden Crow girl who followed this time also didn't make a move, and even the sea hydra was just holding his beautiful snake and tidying up the nearby cultivators one after another. Typical output.
"Feng Qingxiu!" Bai Shuixian said angrily, "It's almost enough, don't go too far!"
"It's not too much." An unpleasant voice like scraped copper and iron came from the side. It came from a handsome woman with trim eyebrows and a phoenix not far away. The golden clothes shone brightly in the sun. Together with Feng Qingxiu, they stared at A Tsing Yi monk in the distance.
The cultivator stood still in the clouds, his expression was calm, his face was seven or eight points similar to that of the head senior brother, and there was a white lotus mark on the corner of his clothes.
But exhausting all the spiritual senses of Bai Shuixian, there was no one there, and Feng Qingxiu's sword was already entrenched in the palm of his hand, and he would attack at any time.
Seeing this, the cultivator just smiled lightly: "I said I wanted to help, you must not believe it, that's all."
He waved his sleeves, turned around, and disappeared into the clouds. After all, it was Kun-Lai's lineage. All he wanted was the king's seal in A Yun's hand.
"What a powerful immortal, more dangerous than those three old fellows," Jinwu Yaosheng looked at the man, and doubts flashed in her eyes. She has lived for a long time, and she has also participated in the bloodbath of the Great Profound King Capital. Zhan, he easily found the identity of that person from memory, and was a little surprised for a while, "Great sacrifice, he is still alive, it's really pitiful."
"What did you say?" Feng Qingxiu looked back at her.
"Oh, a human immortal alone, isn't it pitiful?" Jin Wu tilted his head and asked, he had never seen such a miserable human immortal before.
Feng Qingxiu gave a rare smile and nodded yes.
As he said that, his fingertips fell again, and he silently took away a long sword that wanted to take the life of a Kun-Lai disciple, but only wiped a small wound on his neck.
Soon after, under the disadvantage of several besieged cultivators, they came up with their cards to save their lives. An Xian killed two, but the remaining three escaped with serious injuries. A dozen monks evacuated.
Bai Narcissus caught one alive, and the others were outbursts of cultivation, leaving behind incurable dark wounds.
She killed immediately.
At this time, the robbers saw that the situation was over, and they fled one after another, leaving a lot of people behind, but even so, this victory was a terrible victory.
Almost all of the dozens of Kun-Lai disciples were injured. Nearly a dozen people were missing their arms and legs. You Jia only had three claws left, and his two beards were snatched away.
There were also several seriously injured disciples who were out of breath, and were rescued by several medical practitioners who were also seriously injured with all their strength.
Three other disciples were also missing.
Bai Shuixian had lingering fears, and glanced at Feng Qingxiu angrily: "What do you say?"
Feng Qingxiu said to Jin Wu indifferently: "Send them back, I will find those three disciples."
The Golden Crow said, "Naturally."
Feng Qingxiu turned and left, but her fingers tightened and she stabbed the void.
The invisible sword qi followed the connection in the dark and chased out.
Those three disciples were just scattered and would be able to return soon. Even so, he couldn't help pinching the paper figurine on his chest.
"You said, will they calm down a little from now on?" Seeing the fellow practitioner's injury, even if he knew it could be cured, he still felt a little guilty.
The paper figurine slowly climbed to the tip of his ear and sat, holding his hand faintly: "Just this time? Xiaoqing, you're probably thinking too much."
Just as he was talking, a disciple who had recovered his anger stretched out his hand and grabbed the monk who was treating him, panting, "My prisoners, aren't there any less?"
Feng Qingxiu's beautiful face instantly turned blue.