Just as they retreated, the long sword attacked again. They saw a flash of green light in front of their eyes, and the cold sword energy burst out. They were injured by the sword energy and felt a cold light penetrate into their bones and pain all over their bodies.
"Hiss! Damn Fengjiu!"
Under Fengjiu's ancient pressure, the three of them couldn't even get close to him. After a few moves, they were injured by his sword energy. Just when the three of them were ashamed and angry, they saw smoke rising from all over the mountaintops. Seeing the smoke spreading, they were filled with murderous aura.
"You destroyed our hard work! I will kill you!"
The cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage burst out with a powerful aura, showing off all her strength. A blood-red long sword also appeared in her hand. The next moment, she flew forward, and the long sword in her hand gathered the spiritual energy in the air and slashed towards Feng Jiu with a force that could destroy the world.
The pressure from the middle stage of the Nascent Soul exploded, and the strength surged, instantly forming a waterfall of airflow that counteracted Feng Jiu's pressure aura. Wind, sand, and dust suddenly rolled up from the air on the ground, and the whistling pressure airflow formed a huge wave, turning into two curled dragons that collided in the air.
The battle between Feng Jiu, dressed in red, and the scantily clad female Nascent Soul cultivator started on the ground and ended in the air. A powerful pressure spread from the air, even extending to more than a hundred meters away. The people fighting at the foot of the mountain also felt their blood boiling under this pressure, and they quickly retreated without being able to fight anymore.
Under the spur of the battle, those Hehuan Sect disciples who inhaled the smoke seemed to have lost all their strength and fell to the ground, unable to fight anymore.
Seeing this, Duan Ye and Ning Lang worked together to harvest them, taking their lives while the drugs were taking effect.
Halfway up the mountain, the two cultivators in the early Nascent Soul stage saw the battle in mid-air. When they saw the scene below, they couldn't help but gasp in shock.
"How, how could this happen?"
The sect they had just established and the disciples they had trained for many years were destroyed or killed at this moment...
"You all deserve to die!"
The two Nascent Soul cultivators roared. They couldn't get involved in the fight in the air, so they would kill the two people below first! Killing intent surged up, and with a thought, two figures flashed out and flew towards Duan Ye and Ning Lang at the foot of the mountain.
Ning Lang was following Duan Ye in reaping the lives of those evil cultivators. As the next heir to the family's patriarch, their training and upbringing were different from those of ordinary people. It was not the first time for them to kill people, especially when the ones they killed were evil cultivators, so they would not hesitate to take action.
However, at this moment, they suddenly felt a chill on their backs. The instinct of survival made them feel the crisis of death. They quickly turned around and looked. This sight frightened Ning Lang so much that he screamed.
"Ah! It's bad! Duan Ye, run! Those two old witches are coming!"
Without caring about taking the life of the evil cultivator on the ground, Ning Lang pulled Duan Ye up in panic and ran away. The two of them together could not beat an old witch in the Nascent Soul stage, and if they didn't run, they would only be killed.
Duan Ye looked back, and saw the two old Nascent Soul witches rushing over from halfway up the mountain, with cold eyes and murderous intent. Before he could react, he was pulled away by Ning Lang, and the extremely fast speed of escape almost made him fall to the ground without noticing.