Balls of flames fell, and the entire Xiyan Gate was mostly made of wood and stone houses. As the flames fell, fires quickly ignited.
Fire, heavy snow, blood, flying swords, all kinds of lights and shadows intertwined, all kinds of weapons flying horizontally, all kinds of screams and roars, at this moment, the ancient Xiyan Gate is crying.
Mi Xiaojing and Robo were crawling in the snow, and they finally slipped out of the corner door. After all, they were both in the backyard of Xiyanmen, and there were relatively few enemies here.
He sneaked to the corner and escaped along the courtyard wall.
Before he had gone far, a cultivator in gorgeous clothes appeared in front of him. He stood in the snow with an indifferent expression.
"Squat on the ground, or... die!"
That person was only responsible for blocking ordinary people and not allowing anyone to leave.
Mi Xiaojing looked at him. He was a tall guy with a big sword in his hand. Mi Xiaojing knew in his heart that the only consequence of resisting was what he said, death! There was no second possibility, so Mi Xiaojing hugged Rob and squatted down.
Mi Xiaojing had no intention of resisting at all. Mi Xiaojing had been taught since childhood to be kind to others. When he suddenly met an evil person, he didn't know what to do.
At this time, a man hugged something, slipped out of the corner door, and fled quickly. He didn't run far when he saw Mi Xiaojing and Robo squatting on the ground, and then he saw the cultivator.
The man's face showed bitterness, and without anyone saying anything, he automatically ran to Mi Xiaojing and Robo and squatted down.
"Junior Brother Zhang Ke..."
"Little senior brother!"
Mi Xiaojing was startled. What Zhang Ke was holding was a bed quilt. He looked at the shivering two people and immediately wrapped the quilt around them.
The cultivator sneered. As long as the other party didn't resist, he had no intention of killing anyone.
Mi Xiaojing had a bed sheet wrapped up in him, so the feeling of extreme cold was much lessened. He looked back at Xiyanmen, and the fire almost dyed the sky red. He had lived in Xiyanmen for so many years, and he had very deep feelings. , just like my own home. Seeing it burned down, the anger in my heart burned like a flame.
Zhang Ke sighed and kept shaking his head. His feelings for Xiyanmen were no less than Mi Xiaojing's.
One after another, many children or long-term workers escaped, but they were blocked by the cultivator and squatted around Mi Xiaojing.
A cultivator fell from the sky, and the standing cultivator went up to meet him.
"Uncle, this place has been blocked, no one has escaped."
"Well, yes, yes, as long as they don't resist, don't kill them. We need labor."
"Yes, uncle, I obey the order." He bowed and took a step back, lowering his head slightly to show respect.
At this time, there were fifteen or six people squatting on the ground, forming a small circle. Due to the extreme cold, everyone crowded together and hugged each other to keep warm.
Everyone around Mi Xiaojing had a thin layer of snow on their bodies. He saw a strange scene. Those two cultivators. If any snow fell on top of them, it would be bounced away by an invisible force. , not a piece of snow can fall on the two of them.
Suddenly, Mi Xiaojing realized that this is the power of a cultivator!
Not even a flake of snow touches me!
Mi Xiaojing felt the desire for power for the first time.
There are still people in Xiyanmen resisting, the fighting is still going on, and the sound of fighting is still there, but the sound is getting smaller and smaller.
This also means that Xiyanmen's strength is rapidly losing, and the number of people fighting is gradually decreasing.
At this time, a black shadow flew out from the direction of Xiyan Gate, which was exactly where Mi Xiaojing and the others were. When the man flew out of Xiyan Gate, he saw a circle of people forming a circle underground.
"Run away! Run away!"
Before the man could land, one of the two cultivators who had been on guard flew into the air, and he sneered.
"Hmph, you want to run away? It still depends on whether I agree or not!"
With sharp eyes, Mi Xiaojing recognized the person who flew out immediately. It was Zeng Li, the first master of Yuanjue Hall of Xiyan Sect.
The squatters were in an uproar.
"Master!"
"It's Master Zeng Li!"
"Uncle!"
When it comes to who Mi Xiaojing is closest to in Xiyanmen, no matter who else, Master Zeng Li definitely ranks first. Master Zeng Li was the one who picked him up back then. Although Master Zeng is usually very strict, he treats Mi Xiaojing Xiaojing was really caring and loving, so when Mi Xiaojing saw Master Zeng Li, his heart seemed to stop beating.
All the disciples of the Xiyan Sect looked up at the sky, watching Master Zeng Li pounce on each other.
Master Zeng Li raised his hand and saw a large golden ball of light mixed with light golden mantra characters. Mi Xiaojing realized almost immediately that this ball of light was converted from rosary beads.
Mi Xiaojing never knew that a string of rosary beads could be used in this way. He reached out and touched the eighteen rosary beads wrapped twice around his wrist, and his curiosity became even more intense.
The ball of light flew extremely fast, and as soon as the opponent raised his hand, a spell was cast, and a bolt of lightning struck directly on the ball of light.
boom!
The golden ball of light suddenly dimmed a lot, but it still shot towards the opponent.
A sword light flashed, splitting the light group in an instant. The sword light turned into a silver light and stabbed Master Zeng Li, frightening the people below to scream in surprise.
Master Zeng Li suddenly threw his rosary string, and one hundred and eight beads exploded, turning into a chain out of thin air. In an instant, like a smart snake, it flew towards the fighting cultivator.
The sword light struck the rosary, and it only aroused countless sparks, but was unable to shake the rosary. This is the weapon that Master Zeng Li has been holding since the beginning of his cultivation. Its texture has long since changed, and its level of toughness has changed. Unbelievable.
With a series of sonorous sounds, the string of beads began to fly around the opponent, forming shadows that looked strangely beautiful when viewed from below.
The cultivator roared and flashed his sword, trying to break the chain formed by the beads.
Rob's eyes were shining, and although he was still shivering from the cold, he clenched his fists tightly, and Mi Xiaojing was similar, looking nervous. For the first time, he knew that fighting could be so exciting.
Wang Weijun was in the Mantra Building. Although he couldn't see the outside, he was once a master of cultivation in the integration stage. His rich experience could be said to be unparalleled. He could guess what was going on outside just by listening to the movements outside, and he was almost inseparable from it. ten.
"Idiot! Idiot! They are all idiots! They are about to be rounded up. Why don't you run away and fight? You don't even know how you died!"
Wang Weijun complained in the mantra building, but he was completely powerless. If Mi Xiaojing was beaten to death, then he would be finished too, so he felt extremely uneasy.
The chain formed by one hundred and eight rosary beads finally succeeded in entangling the cultivator flying in the air.
Master Zeng Li ignored him and threw himself at another cultivator on the ground, shouting at the same time: "Run away!"