Below the sky, four disciples of the Voiceless Sect emerged from the smoke and appeared from the four sides of the Sun Jiubei.
"Empty hands!"
The four people reached out from four directions, reaching towards Sun Jiubei's waist from the left and right, and towards Sun Jiubei's heart from the front and back.
Judging from the aura displayed by these four people, they are all people with minor magical powers in the "Tongyou" realm. Zhang Feixuan and his companions dare not be careless when dealing with such famous and orthodox beings.
But he chose Sun Jiubei.
Bang!
With a simultaneous muffled sound, four hands accurately reached out to Sun Jiubi, but their fingers were unable to advance even an inch as they touched the silver armor on his body.
This made the four of them look horrified.
What kind of armor is this!
Sun Jiubei directly grabbed the arm of the person in front of him with such great force that it made a crisp sound, and it was obvious that the arm was crushed. He pulled it inward and punched forward with his other fist.
call!
The whistling strong wind blew forward along the fist, like a knife, cutting the disciple's hair and even cutting several cuts on his face.
You can't take this punch head-on!
The disciple's hair stood on end with horror. He twisted his arm and the wrist that was grabbed by Sun Jiubei was broken at the elbow. Smoke exploded around his body and he disappeared.
"Where are you escaping to!"
Sun Jiubei's eyebrows and eyes shone, turning into a beam of light that shone forward, and a person's figure was actually visible in front of the smoke.
Bang bang bang!
At this moment, the attacks from the other three disciples came again, but there was still no reaction when they hit him. Sun Jiubei took two steps at a time, completely ignoring their attacks, and rushed forward like an arrow, hitting the man whose figure was revealed with his clenched fist.
Bang!
A ball of blood spurted out from the empty space, and fell to the ground with some white filth. Also falling to the ground was a body with its head exploded, leaving some remains.
The remaining three people looked at each other, and fear was seen on their faces.
run!
Just as they were about to move, three blood lines suddenly shot out from a distance and tied them up like ropes. However, these blood ropes were not ordinary. While binding them, tiny blood blades burst out from their bodies and scattered outwards. They didn't kill anyone, but did cut a lot of holes.
Zhang Feixuan was waving a folding fan in one hand and holding a precious pestle in the other, and the blood line was coming from the precious pestle.
"Want to leave?" He smiled: "Then I can't let you go!"
Just as the blood line was binding them, a human figure rose from the ground beneath their feet, forming the appearance of Gao Sishu.
He held two daggers and stabbed two of them in the throat.
At this moment, the three disciples' eyes shone with light, their chests and abdomens heaved, and they opened their mouths to spit out air arrows, which instantly pierced Gao Sixu's brain, chest and abdomen.
"Do you really think we are insignificant people who can be slaughtered at will?"
One of the disciples gave a sinister smile, with wisps of smoke emanating from his body, and he was about to run away.
This bloodline restraint seems overbearing, but they are disciples of the Soundless Sect, and they are masters of the Smoke Escape Technique to perfection, and each of them is elusive.
Do you really think they are just ordinary people and are just a title
Peng!
But just as the air arrow pierced Gao Sishu, a ball of green mist burst out from that body. The appearance of the green mist made the three disciples freeze in their tracks and subconsciously stop breathing.
But the green mist was directly sucked into the wounds on their bodies, causing them to tremble all over, and their tense bodies began to visibly weaken.
"How could I not be on guard against you?"
A voice suddenly appeared behind one of them, and before he could even react, two daggers pierced into his crown and heart at the same time. The tips of the daggers protruded from his flesh, stirring it violently and making two holes.
"I'm here!"
At the same time, a loud shout erupted from one side. Wang Qi was holding the axe handle with both hands and jumped heavily into the air. The axe blade came down heavily from top to bottom. At that moment, one seemed to hear the roar of a beast. The falling axe blade seemed to be occupied by a tiger's head, roaring and rushing towards one of the disciples, splitting him in half.
winter!
As soon as he stepped onto the ground, he twisted his waist, swung the axe in his hand in a semicircle, and chopped towards the neck of the remaining disciple.
laugh!
The extended blood line surged, and a larger blood blade burst out from the man's body, splitting him into several pieces. As they were scattered, Wang Qizhen's axe arrived and chopped one of the pieces of meat into two.
"Don't rush to grab them, there are so many people here." Zhang Feixuan loosened his magic stick, and the blood line disappeared.
A smile appeared on his lips. This fight was easy.
Sun Jiubi was carrying the load in front, while they were waiting for an opportunity to move from behind.
If it was an ordinary one-on-one fight, it would definitely not be that easy to defeat this "famous and authentic" enemy.
But if you find the right opportunity, you can kill the enemy with one blow.
The disciples of the Soundless Sect are not saints in their physical bodies. Instead, they are relatively weak in physique. They excel in their elusive speed and treacherous methods, but the Golden Immortal Sect is not that afraid of them.
Just don't let anyone escape.
Sun Jiubei attracted attention, Zhang Feixuan used the treasure stick to create a blood line to bind people, and Gao Sishu used it as bait to set a trap. Even if they were lucky enough to escape, it would be okay. At the moment when the blood line bound them, Gao Sishu had already set poison traps around them. No matter how powerful the smoke escape was, people still had to move, and they would still be hit as long as they moved.
Although his poison cannot be said to be able to kill people of the same level, it can weaken them, and the next step is to reap the rewards.
"The three of us are so strong!" Zhang Feixuan smiled proudly.
Three on three, they won!
No longer a weak little evil.
“Hehe, hahaha, fight, fight harder!”
Just when Zhang Feixuan was feeling proud, a crazy laugh sounded nearby. Lingling was seen sitting on a lotus platform with several rag dolls flying around her, emitting a dark aura. Her eyes were extremely flat and even the whites of her eyes had disappeared.
In front of her, a group of red-faced and thick-necked disciples of the Voiceless Sect were like puppets on strings, relying only on their physical bodies to resist the attacks of other disciples around them.
"Don't hit me, I didn't mean to, I can't control myself!"
"You bastard! How dare you kill me? I don't care!"
The group of people who were controlled were only controlled physically at first, but as the battle went on, the opponents began to use spells, and two of them died. This made the others who were controlled angry and they didn't care about anything else and just tried to save their lives first.
In addition to being unable to escape, the hands were like phantoms and they were ruthless.
Zhang Feixuan: “…”
The three of them took great pains to kill three people of the same level, but they were controlled by the bell, and he could see that one of them was at the sixth level.
Sure enough, there is still a gap
Boom!
At this moment, the color of the sky turned blue. The heavy pressure shocked several people and they all looked up at the sky.
In the sky above, a huge face suddenly formed. Its facial features were lifelike, and its mouth opened and closed with infinite anger.
The moment that face appeared, which was enough to turn the sky in people's field of vision into the "blue sky", people felt the air was heavy and oppressive.
The ordinary people in the city were so frightened that they trembled all over, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed repeatedly.
Yang Jun was extremely angry.
The strange white fire and the strange magical powers grabbed his real body and broke his physical body before he could react.
If it weren't for my supernatural powers, I would be unable to escape from the Dharmakaya.
"Why don't you bow down to the blue sky when you see it?!"
The giant face in the sky made a sound like muffled thunder.
Qingtian Yan, his Dharma form.