Behind the city wall, the cultivators of the Dizi Battalion were suddenly caught off guard.
But they are actually not weak, at least they come from ten major sects from all walks of life, although the highest level is only distraction, but they are already the best among the young disciples of the four realms.
It's just that Ling Ji and Qin Xiumo's swords are too fast.
Especially Ling Ji, the long sword is narrow and slender, and the blade seems to be transparent.
In addition, in the hands of the current sect master of the Duankong Sect, often when the long sword comes close, the cold air of the sword body and the sword air hit together, and the cultivators of the Dizi Camp can react.
"Ah—" "Ah—"
Soon, several screams resounded from the city wall, and white light shrouded the three of them, sending them away directly.
But in such a short moment, the cultivators of the Dizi Camp calmed down instead.
"Don't make a mess!" Someone said loudly: "They are few, let's hold on."
"Go to the two teams, what happened on the other side of the city wall magic circle." Someone said loudly: "The rest follow me."
The Dizi practitioners also discussed before, what should they do if the other party really attacks the city.
At this time, those people immediately moved.
About a dozen cultivators turned around and jumped off the city wall, rushing towards the direction of the city wall's defense circle. The rest of the cultivators' long swords were sacrificed together with their magic weapons. The sword light and the spells radiated brilliantly, and they attacked Meng Qi and others under the city wall.
"Hehe." Ling Ji chuckled, and the four or five long swords of the Dizi cultivators came straight to greet him with their natal long swords.
Even if he is now at the same distraction level as them, he is not afraid at all.
His natal long sword is like a slippery and extremely flexible swimming fish, easily passing through those long swords to intercept—
"Ah—" There was another scream from the city wall, and a white light descended, sending away a ground repairer.
Behind the city wall, the earth character builders looked at the new head of the Duankongmen with a little more fear.
too fast!
It's too sharp!
Many of them only know that Duankongmen Sword Formation is powerful, and they have heard the elders in the school mention the name of this talented swordsman who once shocked his peers.
But they have never really met, Ling Ji made a move.
I never thought that there would be such a swift and sharp sword in the world.
The diziying disciples' flickering and hesitant eyes made Ling Ji turn his head to look at Meng Qi with some dissatisfaction.
Then he scowled.
The female cultivator in Tsing Yi didn't look at him at all, Meng Qi was staring intently at her five spirit cauldron, while tilting her head, listening to Yun Qingyan who was beside her.
"Hmph." Ling Ji snorted softly, and the natal sword suddenly swept past.
Just now, he was as swift as a ghost, and his traces were hard to find. The sword light suddenly seemed to turn into a mighty river, passing by the city wall.
"Ahh..."
Amidst the exclamation, the cultivators of the Dizi Battalion hid while trying to seize the opportunity to fight back.
But behind the city wall, there is still a sword.
There is not only a sword, but also a bright moon hanging high.
There are also silver needles with a faint medicinal smell, walking under the moonlight of the silver moon.
…
Except for Yun Qingyan who was standing next to Meng Qi, everyone in the Tianziying team had already taken action.
They were the best disciples of their respective sects. Although it was the first time they joined forces, they seemed to have a tacit understanding, as if they had cooperated many times.
Although the Dizi practitioners saw that there were so many people, they were fighting on their own, and they were at a disadvantage for a while.
At this moment, there was a loud "bang" in the city.
It was as if a bell was ringing from distant times.
The sound of the bell was melodious and grand, with a distant and ancient atmosphere, spreading in all directions.
The expressions of Yun Qingyan and Ling Ji changed slightly at the same time, and they both became a little dignified.
"Here it is..." he murmured.
Yun Qingyan's voice was not loud when he spoke, and in the middle of a fierce battle, no one else heard him except Meng Qi who was always standing by his side.
"What?" Meng Qi asked subconsciously.
"Thousand Emperor Bell." It was not Yun Qingyan who answered her, but Ling Ji who suddenly floated back and landed beside the two of them.
Meng Qi was slightly startled, and repeated in a low voice: "Thousand Emperor Bell?"
This is something she has never heard of, something strange.
"Well." Yun Qingyan nodded slightly, and said: "It is said that in ancient times, the first master of refining Mahayana failed to cross the catastrophe. Before his fall, he sacrificed his whole body with his flesh and blood, and forged an infinite magic weapon."
Ling Ji glanced at Yun Qingyan, as if he was competing with him, and said: "After the fall of the master craftsman, no cultivator can ring the Thousand Emperor Bell. There have always been legends in the Three Thousand Worlds, and the Thousand Emperor Bell not only It is the work of the master craftsman who exhausted his painstaking efforts, and it also condenses the great resentment of his failure to overcome the catastrophe. The day the Thousand Emperor Bell rings again, the flames of war in the Three Realms will reignite, and the world will turn into purgatory."
He seems to have a feeling, looking at the city wall, intertwined with sword, light and magic, and now he is doing it, isn't he the best among the younger generation of disciples in the three thousand worlds
Although once they leave this place, no one will remember what happened to them.
Can…
Meng Qi followed Ling Ji's gaze, and the expressions of many land repairers under the city wall had become somewhat ferocious.
There was blood in their eyes, and their attacks became more and more merciless and fierce.
At this moment, another "boom" bell rang.
The voice echoed leisurely over the entire small town on the top of the mountain, with a somewhat ethereal and ethereal atmosphere in my ears.
But under the sound of the bell, even Meng Qi felt a bit of bloodthirsty impulse.
Countless images flashed through Meng Qi's mind.
In an instant, past and present karma reincarnated, and many images that had been left behind by her rushed into her mind.
She obviously saved someone, but no one listened to her explanation and put her in the dungeon.
She obviously did nothing wrong, but she was scolded as a witch, saying that she raised monsters and hurt people.
she obviously...
Misunderstanding, being wronged, condescending and contemptuous gaze, indifferent distrust, suspicious look...
Like a demon, it rushed desperately into her mind.
Meng Qi only felt a strange feeling in her heart, violent things were breeding and burning...
Her eyes turned blood red unknowingly.
kill!
kill them all!
A voice echoed in her heart.
Don't forget, they are all sorry for you...
kill!
kill them all!
No mistake!
Kill, kill, kill... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Meng Qi subconsciously shook his fingers together, and the green mist rose into the air from the Five Spirit Cauldron, overwhelmingly attacking those cultivators.
Not far from her, Yan Xuan's eyes also turned blood red, and two crescent moons floated in his eyes.
The crescent moon is like a hook, but it is covered by a piece of blood, stained with a blood moon.
"Kill..." he murmured, his voice extremely indifferent, "kill them all!"
Beside the two, Xue Chengxuan and Qin Xiumo also turned red.
The more unscrupulous and ruthless their attacks became, it seemed that standing on the wall in front of them was an enemy with whom they had a sworn hatred.
"Ahh—" Amidst the screams from the city wall, Xue Chengxuan suddenly staggered.
He snorted, still staring fiercely at the wall with red eyes. He completely subconsciously covered his lower abdomen with one hand, and he stumbled and fell backwards.
Donated blood seeped from between his fingers, but Xue Chengxuan seemed to have completely forgotten that he was still a medical practitioner.
He didn't stop the bleeding and heal his injuries, but he was still desperately manipulating his natal silver needle to attack the Dizi practitioners.
"Kill...kill..." Xue Chengxuan gritted his teeth and murmured.
Only Yun Qingyan and Ling Ji still kept their clarity.
The eyes of the two are also a little red, but they can still stand firmly in place.
They looked at each other.
Ling Ji sighed softly, and walked towards Xue Chengxuan who was already staggering, but still only focused on attacking.
At this moment, Meng Qi suddenly moved.
Her eyes were still red, as if they were out of focus.
But the woman in Tsing Yi suddenly no longer cared about her natal Xiao Ding, she turned around abruptly, and ran towards Xue Chengxuan.