Seeing the warning from the letter cannon, all the monks of the Misty Sword Sect came one after another.
The corpses hanging from the tree were nothing, but the fifty corpses on the ground showed two weird patterns. The faithful monk launched the silver wings and flew into the air to look at it. It was the word "Li Ji".
All of a sudden, everyone was horrified.
Suddenly, a pill knot monk fell to his knees, and his voice screamed: "How can the second-tier cultivation base of the foundation building have such power and speed? Li Ji is not a human being, but a demon! A demon!"
As soon as this remark came out, all the monks took a step back in shock. Those two words on the ground seemed to suddenly become ugly, it was a demon, about to be resurrected.
According to the information provided to them by Mu Yixuan, Li Jixiu's base is indeed only the second stage of the foundation building period!
And this time the misty Sword Sect monk who went to the bottom of the valley to perform the task, the lowest is also the fifth rank of foundation building.
The huge gap in it cannot be calculated!
Under normal circumstances, building the base five against the second base is an absolute killing.
Even with the Holy Sword in his hand, a second-order cultivator of the foundation building group destroyed fifty cultivators whose cultivation base far exceeded him. It is also unimaginable!
Obviously contrary to common sense, it is beyond the cognition of ordinary people.
Someone seemed to wake up from a dream, and said hurriedly: "Quickly count, can there be fewer people?"
A prophecy! ! !
In addition to the sixty-eight people who have passed away, there are a dozen fewer.
But the exact number is uncountable, because the crowd has appeared in chaos.
"A total of sixteen people are missing!"
A clear man's voice, with endless coldness, rang out of the crowd. Immediately, there was a loud whine, and sixteen corpses broke through the air and fell impartially to the center of the crowd.
A handsome young man with a blue belt in plain clothes came in gracefully, and he looked around at the misty Sword Sect monks: "I am Li Ji! Aren't they all looking for me? I'm here!"
These monks stepped back together again, and everyone showed a look of horror.
Li Ji's handsome face suddenly showed a touch of evil charm: "You have two ways to go. The first is a way to survive, and the second is a dead end!"
He looked around again, and his voice was slow, low, and cold: "There are two options to survive: hand over the silver wing, or your right arm!"
When the voice fell, the audience was dumb, and they were all stuck there like wooden stakes, motionless.
Because no one knows how to choose
"so… "
Li Ji suddenly showed white teeth: "Are you trying to die?"
The psychological defense of the dozen or so monks in the front row collapsed, and they hurriedly took off their silver wings, took a few steps forward, placed them respectfully on the ground, and then backed back to their original positions, begging for mercy.
Li Ji's left wrist turned, the colorful streamer flashed, and the Blade of China suddenly appeared in his palm.
With a light shake, a sword light of more than three feet was poured out in an instant. With a slight movement, the sword light quickly increased to one zhang, stimulating the true energy at full speed, and it skyrocketed to more than three feet again.
Unexpectedly, he hit a boulder and instantly turned it into powder.
He murmured in a low voice, "Don't be afraid of death, come on!!!"
More than 400 phantom Sword Sect cultivators were so scared that they took off their silver wings one after another. Like the dozens of people before, they first sent the silver wings to Li Ji's feet, then returned to their original positions, begging for mercy.
Li Ji chose to rob Silver Wing instead of his storage bag.
The reason is simple.
The Silver Wing is owned by the Zongmen and is a temporary allotment. The storage bag is personal.
People die for money. Whoever wants to grab my money, I will desperately. But if the money is not yours, then consider the importance of life saving first!
Of course, there is a more important reason. Silver Wings are expensive to build, but there may not be good things in the storage bag.
Take it!
Li Ji repeatedly issued instructions to put the silver wings one after another into the storage bag.
Once the storage is complete, he will control Silver Wing to fly away from the bottom of the valley without worrying about being intercepted and besieged.
"Li Ji! Don't be too arrogant!"
With a scream, Mu Yixuan flew quickly. More than a hundred strong men of the Dan formation stage who followed her rushed forward to surround Li Ji in Gai Xin.
Li Ji raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "Hey, isn't this Mu's first seat for me? The first adult, my brother, my snoring sound is pretty good?"
Mu Yixuan's face turned pale, and he coldly snorted: "It hurts his mind, Master Ji must pay more attention to his body!"
Li Ji continued to say nothing about it: "There are two red moles on Mu Shouza's back. It is easy for people to mistake the front and back. It's very sad!"
Li Ji didn't have a good impression of the woman in front of him, or even all the women in this world. Once a person does not have a good impression, he will have no scruples.
Mu Yixuan suddenly became confused: "You, what are you talking about..."
"Don't talk nonsense! My Xuan'er is icy and clean!"
Yu Jin, the master of the Misty Sword Sect, took a super-powerful posture, stepped into the void, and slowly walked to the front.
Mu Yixuan's eyes were full of tears: "Sect Master Big Fish, he framed others!"
Yu Jin lovingly embraced Mu Yixuan in his arms, gently stroked her back, and issued an order: "Kill Li Ji!"
Li Ji yelled, "Eh wait, wait, I have a tribute to Sect Master Yu!"
The cultivators of the Misty Sword Sect didn't know what he was going to do, so they stopped watching.
Li Ji suddenly leaped upwards, followed by raising his hand, the sky full of papers flying up, and then falling in all directions.
The five hundred monks present were all very curious, and they bent over to pick them up. Almost everyone had one. Then they had a weird expression and whispered to each other. They even peeked at Mu Yixuan from time to time.
Yu Jin frowned, raised his hand, and burst out spiritual power, snatching a piece of paper from the hand of a monk outside Zhang Yu, and his expression immediately changed.
Mu Yixuan was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he was about to lose his strength.
That's right, it is the picture of her fooling around with Li Chongxiang! The effect is realistic and subtle, even the mucus in her nostrils can be seen clearly.
Suddenly, the scene was extremely embarrassing, and even the air seemed to freeze...
Just kidding, I shot 500 copies in one go, and the printer was almost scrapped!
Li Ji happily said, "Sect Master Yu, are you satisfied with this tribute? What do you think of Mu Yixuan's Fuding stage horse?"
Fu Ting means to be tamed by others. But there are no buses in this world. Li Ji tried to break his head and finally found the word "stage horse". Although it is a bit far-fetched, it is also a thing for thousands of people.
This evaluation can be said to be quite negative, but it is also appropriate to treat such a woman.
Of course, Li Ji didn't do this entirely for revenge, but to plant a thorn so that it could pierce the fragile unity of the ethereal Sword Sect.
The Misty Sword Sect is too strong, once it falls out, the Xuantian Sect will be destroyed. Must start first to be strong.
Yujin was furious, finger Li Ji: "Chop this seed into mashed meat!"
Li Ji squeezed his eyebrows: "Sect Master Yu is really not grateful, then I have to make your Xuan'er famous!"
As he spoke, he took out a stack of photos and shook it at Yujin.
Yu Jin couldn't bear it, a black light shot out from his body, and the latter came first, rushing directly to Li Ji before a group of ethereal Sword Sect monks.
Li Ji made a grimace and suddenly turned into a long rainbow, walking through the gap of countless attacks. It disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.
"Zong, Sovereign, I..." Mu Yixuan had no expression on his face, his eyes full of despair.
Yu Jin grabbed her hair, opened her bow left and right, and instantly slapped the valley with the sound of her slap.