The cultivator on the ground had a look of fear on his face. He was only a cultivator in the Qi training period and could not fly at all. He had no hope of winning against Master Zeng Li. Master Zeng Li's strength was not as good as Zhu Zhu's. It’s the same as the cultivators in the base period.
The man raised the sword in his hand in despair and slashed away.
Master Zeng Li just slapped the man away with his sword and others.
"Run!"
Everyone immediately dispersed and ran towards the west mountain. Zhang Ke pulled Mi Xiaojing, and Mi Xiaojing dragged Rob. The three of them stumbled and crawled on the snow. In fact, they couldn't run fast at all. The snow here was several times deep. It's a foot thick, and once you step on it, you'll sink deep into it.
Master Zeng Li slapped his opponent away, then rose into the sky. At this time, a sword light flew out from the direction of Xiyanmen, and the sword light actually illuminated the entire sky.
Master Zeng Li had no way to hide or avoid this sword. His only weapon was one hundred and eight rosary beads, which were still wrapped around another cultivator at this time.
Mi Xiaojing turned around accidentally and watched the red sword light pass through Master Zeng Li's chest. In an instant, the sword light turned around, and Master Zeng Li fell from the air like a stone without saying a word.
He let go of Zhang Ke's hand, turned around and ran towards Master Zeng Li.
Rob ran back. Wherever Mi Xiaojing went, he also went. Zhang Ke sighed and ran back too.
When Master Zeng Li fell from the sky, the rosary string lost control and fell instantly. The bound cultivator broke free from the restraints, with a ferocious look on his face.
The sword light flashed, and the few people who escaped the farthest were immediately killed by the flying swords. The others were immediately frightened and stood there without daring to continue running.
"Whoever runs! Whoever dies! Come back!"
No one dared to run anymore and could only walk back, their faces turned ashen.
Mi Xiaojing crawled to the side of Master Zeng Li. He saw the wound on his chest at a glance, grabbed a handful of snow and pressed it on the wound.
"Uncle, uncle! Wake up! Uncle..."
The cultivator in the sky fell down and came to Master Zeng Li. He grabbed Mi Xiaojing by the collar and threw him aside. Looking down, he immediately knew that the master was dead and his chest was pierced by a sword. , my heart was broken, even the gods couldn’t save me.
Mi Xiaojing was thrown two feet away. He got up and rushed towards Master Zeng Li again.
This time, the cultivator didn't care. He flew into the air and shouted: "I leave this to you, no one is allowed to run away!" Then he flew towards Xiyan Gate.
The cultivator who was slapped away by Zeng Li agreed. He was furious when he was slapped away by Zeng Li just now. He put his hand on his waist and a whip appeared.
Bang bang!
The whip struck the staggering man back, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"If anyone dares to escape again, I will kill him!"
Everyone gathered together again, surrounding Master Zeng Li, their faces full of sadness.
Mi Xiaojing covered Zeng Li's wound with all his strength, but he couldn't stop the bleeding no matter what. He had no wound medicine at hand, so he could only watch the blood flow out and dye the snow on the ground red.
Master Zeng Li opened his eyes and looked at Mi Xiaojing with a hint of impatience in his eyes.
"Silly boy, why don't you run away..."
"Uncle..."
Mi Xiaojing couldn't stop crying. Previously, Uncle Bian died in front of him, and now it's Uncle Zeng Li. This blow was really too big.
"Don't cry, live well..."
"Uncle, why are they killing people... Isn't killing someone a sin? Uncle... I, what should I do?"
Master Zeng Li's face was pale. He reluctantly reached out and touched Mi Xiaojing's hair.
"Silly boy, if you want to kill those who want to kill us, then kill them..."
"Ah? Ah!"
Mi Xiaojing was immediately stunned. This was different from what the old master taught him.
"Silly boy, it's different outside... Zhang Ke, help me sit up."
Zhang Ke helped Zeng Li and asked him to sit up cross-legged. The old master had time to say: "Yan Zu is merciful..." and closed his eyes on the spot.
Some of this group of people were Yan cultivators. They all sat down cross-legged and silently recited mantras to send the master's soul back to the embrace of Yan Zu.
The cultivator frowned and looked at it, but did not stop him. As long as he did not resist, he basically ignored this group of people. According to his opinion, they were just a group of ants. If it were not for the strict order of the master, he would not mind. Kill them all.
After a night of killing, the sky finally glowed with light. The fire at Xiyanmen illuminated the entire snowfield, and the rolling heat wave melted the snow, shining on the earth like a torch.
Xiyanmen was completely destroyed by a fire.
a mess.
Black smoke sank to the snow, leaving spots and broken buildings, and the ground was white and blood-red.
Xiyanmen lost, and all the masters of Yanxiu were killed. Mi Xiaojing and Robo have no attack ability and cannot fly. In addition, they are just children. Although Mi Xiaojing's cultivation is not bad, he does not know how to attack powerfully. For this reason, both of them are Life was saved.
Masters who are at the Yanxiu Guan Dharma stage and above are equivalent to those at the Foundation Establishment stage, that is, masters like Zeng Li. Even the two more powerful people, the master of the Xiyan Sect and his junior brother, they were both masters at the Jue Xing Stage, which was equivalent to the Dan Formation Stage in the cultivation world, and they were all defeated.
The remaining masters and ordinary long-term workers with lower cultivation levels had no power to resist. Together with Mi Xiaojing, Robo, Zhang Ke and others, they were gathered by the cultivators in the open space of Xiyanmen Hall.
Mi Xiaojing felt sad in his heart. For the first time, he felt his own powerlessness and the pain of being at the mercy of others.
Rob raised his head and asked softly: "Will they kill us?"
"Won't!"
Zhang Ke hugged the two children hard, with a determined look on his face.
"I heard... they need people..."
Among the crowd, a long-term worker moved towards the main hall. When the cultivators guarding him were not paying attention, he suddenly accelerated and ran towards the main hall.
Snapped!
A cultivator caught up with him very quickly, whipped out his whip, and knocked the long-term worker backwards. He hit his head on the steps of the hall, blood quickly spread under his body, and his skull was shattered by the whip.
Killed with a whip, he did not say a word until his death.
All the people were too frightened to move.
These dozen or so cultivators were all dressed in gorgeous clothes, including silks and furs, and their bodies were really sparkling with all kinds of treasures. Even the heavy snowfall could not block the light emanating from them.
There are both men and women. The women are really beautiful and the men are handsome. Compared with the group of masters and long-term workers trapped in the open space, there is a huge difference between the tall, rich and handsome and the poor and short.
The cultivators who stayed behind were all disciples in the Qi training period. This was a sect task. After the masters killed those who could resist in the Xiyan sect, they had left temporarily. The remaining disciples were to look after the survivors.