Chapter 205
The scream that came out came from a sword repairman who was disturbed by a sudden attack and accidentally broke a pill furnace.
The pill furnace is similar to the sword repair and the sword, the medical repair and the knife. The only difference is that the pill furnace is very expensive.
But unfortunately and fortunately, that Danxiu didn’t have time to settle the account with him in a short time, because almost at the same time, there was black smoke spreading around, isolating the divine mind, making people unable to see the southeast, northwest, and the bottom of Jiuyuan. The ghost spirit is very similar.
Enemy attack!
An Xian’s original lazy appearance immediately changed drastically, and she stood up, and she instinctively blasted her sword aura out.
There was sword light in the void, but soon, the black smoke began to fade.
You Jia raised a blue lamp, the light was like a candle, but it quickly consumed the surrounding fog.
The people who came to attack them were covered with face, and they shot hard, and there were a large number of them.
However, it is obvious that there is no sense of unity, and they fight separately. However, Kun-Lai’s disciples are very skillful in gathering the formation, taking the nearest people as a group, after protecting the wounded, all kinds of talisman recording tools are not required. Throw it out like money.
No matter the outer door or the expedition, this kind of aggregation formation has long entered his instinct.
Compared with their opponents, their cooperation is extremely seamless. Poison repairs and releases poison, Fufeng releases talisman. Tai Yifeng quickly made a suggested formation under the protection of several people. The surrounding Kun-Lai disciples fought and retreated, all of them They gather in the direction.
However, the number of enemies far exceeds them.
Some people even face up to five or six bandit cultivators alone, and no matter how well they cooperate, they are somewhat difficult to support under an overwhelming number.
You Jia and Huang Wei each commanded the disciples of the peak, but did not find where the little fairy was.
Bai Shuixian and An Xian met several cultivators, they just handed over a sword, and they went to the clouds to kill each other tacitly-the cultivators of the fusion were too powerful, and the aftermath could easily injure other cultivators, the same , For the wealth of Kun-Lai Hedao monks, they are more eager.
Before they did it, Bai Narcissus and An Xian shot extremely viciously. They all knew that the Kun-Lai disciple below was in danger, and the battle ended in a second, and there would be fewer casualties.
An Xian’s swordsmanship has reached the realm early, the kind of sword that has no return, sacrificing selflessness, is huge, and he has almost no power to fight back several miscellaneous cultivators. She can’t do it either.
But she didn’t have the slightest sense of relaxation in her heart-she could feel that there were cultivators around in secret, as long as there was a little chance, she would quietly make a move.
With a turn of her mind, she sold a fatal flaw decisively. The other monk was overjoyed. The sword light came like a rainbow, and she was able to do it at first sight, but An Xian’s sword intent suddenly accelerated again in a very fast speed. First came, a sword owl head, and the other’s sword energy had just pierced her chest for half an inch, just a small injury.
But at this moment, a weird sword suddenly appeared in the void, stabbing at the wound again and inserting it into his heart.
An ridiculous smile suddenly appeared on An Xian’s face. When he turned the long sword in his right hand, a blue light almost drew out along his long sword. It was indescribably fast, soft and gentle, like the sunlight on the top of the mountain in the morning. The white snow reflected the sky, revealing the most beautiful blue in the world.
But that was also the most terrifying blue. He went up against the sword and cut off his thumb, palm, and through his elbow, cutting off the attacker’s right shoulder and even a small half of his body.
The blood burst!
An Xian retreated suddenly, and a blood beam shot out from her chest, and she reached out and held it down.
“Why don’t you die…” Feeling that the other party’s vitality and blood is unfailing, the attacker was extremely furious, and quickly retreated.
An Xian slammed his right hand and threw the long sword out. The huge skill pierced the sneaker, including the trachea and spine, and eliminated all his voices.
She beckoned back to the long sword, staring coldly at the other masked men.
That kind of terrifying aura made them almost unable to breathe, and they were timid before fighting. Although they were already in harmony, just now, but between the three breaths, this woman had already killed one in harmony elder, each of them It is the backbone of one’s own sect. If there are two shortcomings, no matter how many things are robbed by the disciples, they can only be cheap.
An Xian smiled coldly, put down the wound that had stopped the blood injury, and took a step forward.
The opponent took a step back at the same time. When fighting again, he was very cautious in his shots. Even if An Xian sold the flaws, he would not be easily fooled and made up his mind to drag her to death.
Only in this way, it was even more pressed and beaten by An Xian. Her long sword didn’t know what kind of item it was. It was like cutting melons and vegetables by cutting the true essence armor. Only three or five swords could be found. A flaw can be broken with a single sword. But after a while, another person fell from the sky like a broken pocket with a sword through her head.
This kind of change undoubtedly made those people even more afraid, and they had retired.
On the other side, the white narcissus was not so bloody.
She was floating in white, like a fairy in the water, one sword after another, like the soft white silk in the water, without any harm.
But only those who were besieging her felt that the murderous horror was extremely difficult. When she shot her, she felt like she was on the bottom of the sea. All feelings became unreal. The distance, sound, and speed were changed, not only could not get close to her. On the contrary, the weird pressure increased little by little in her rhythm, and with their cultivation base, they couldn’t breathe a little.
That does not work!
A masked monk felt a little exhausted, and while his thoughts were turning, he gritted his teeth, took out a wax pill from his arms, gritted his teeth, swallowed it, and almost instantly, his original essence that was going to be exhausted recovered like a rising tide When he got up, he recovered halfway in less than a moment, and he was much more calm in the battle.
“Brother Dao lend me a pill.” The other masked monk next to him seemed to be in the same situation, but he didn’t have this kind of elixir and had to ask for help. “When this happens, there will be a good return.”
“I only have one pill, such a treasure, if it is urgent, do you think I will use it?” The medicine monk said coldly.
“Yes!” The other party no longer insisted. He also knew that this kind of thing would be life-saving at this time, and no one would be willing to use it until the end.
But it doesn’t matter, this kind of swordsmanship also consumes a lot of that woman, don’t believe how long she can last.
The white narcissus on the opposite side seemed to see their plan, smiled coldly, took out a handful of wax **** with the same markings as the other monk, and swallowed them like jelly beans.
Almost instantly, the weakened sword technique realm began to stabilize, even stronger than before.
Several monks in the realm looked pale for a while.
Bai Narcissus is not stunned. Her spirit still remains on the battlefield below. Even though she and An Xian have some advantages, ordinary disciples are already in danger. Many disciples have been seriously injured and rely on Kun Lai. The standard carry-on bag can sustain their lives. Even so, there are several disciples who have no vitality. If you don’t get medical treatment quickly, I’m afraid they will stay here.
She is almost exploding! Where did the little fairy go at this time, don’t hurry to save people!
She knew very well that the power of the sword he used last time, she was afraid that the monks here would not be able to pick up his sword.
However, she quickly reacted.
Not only did the little fairy fail this time, but the Golden Crow girl who came with him did not do anything this time. Even the sea hydra just hugged his beautiful snake and tidied up the nearby monks. Typical output.
“Feng Qingxiu!” Bai Narcissus said angrily, “It’s almost enough, don’t go too far!”
“It’s not too much.” There was an unpleasant voice like scrapes of copper and iron, coming from not far away from a handsome woman with shaved eyebrows and phoenix, a golden dress shining brightly in the sun, staring with Feng Qingxiu. A Tsing Yi monk in the distance.
The monk stood quietly in the cloud, his expression was calm, his face was seven to eight points similar to that of the head brother, with a white lotus mark on the corners of his clothes, he just looked at it indifferently, did not make a move, and did not speak.
But after exhausting all the spiritual consciousness of the white narcissus, no one was found there, and Feng Qingxiu’s sword was already in his palm, and he would shoot at any time.
When the monk saw this, he just smiled slightly: “I said I wanted to help, you must not believe it, that’s all.”
He turned around with his sleeves and disappeared into the clouds. After all, it was Kun-Lai. All he wanted was the Wang Yin in Ayun’s hands. When his interests were irrelevant, he admired Xizhou Kun-Lai very much.
“What a powerful person, more dangerous than those three old guys,” Golden Crow Demon Saint looked at that person, and doubts flashed in her eyes. She has lived for a very long time, and even experienced the bloodbath of the Great Profound King. Zhan easily found the identity of that person from memory, and was a little surprised for a while, “The big sacrifice, he is still alive, it’s really pitiful.”
“What did you say?” Feng Qingxiu glanced back at her.
“Oh, isn’t it pitiful to be a human being by yourself?” Jin Crow tilted his head and asked, he had never seen a human being so miserable.
Feng Qingxiu smiled rare and nodded.
While talking, his fingertips fell down again, and silently took a long sword that wanted to take the life of Kun-Lai’s disciple away, only to wipe a little wound on his neck.
Soon after, under the disadvantage of several besieging monks, they took out their cards to protect their lives. An Xian killed two, but the remaining three were seriously injured and escaped. They also signaled that there would soon be in the melee team below. A dozen monks evacuated.
Bai Narcissus had caught one alive, and the other outbreaks of cultivation base left untreated hidden wounds far away.
She immediately killed her and went back.
At this time, the robbers saw that the situation was gone, and they fled, leaving a lot of them, but even so, this victory was a terrible victory.
Almost all dozens of Kun-Lai disciples were wounded, and nearly a dozen were missing arms and legs. Yujia had only three claws left, and his two beards were snatched away.
There are also a few seriously injured disciples who are already out of breath, and they are rescued by a few badly injured doctors who tried their best to rescue them.
Three other disciples are missing.
With a lingering fear in Bai Narcissus’ heart, he glanced at Feng Qingxiu angrily: “You said, what should I do?”
Feng Qingxiu said to Jin Wu lightly: “Send them back, I’ll go find the three disciples.”
The Golden Crow Girl said: “Naturally.”
Feng Qingxiu turned and left, but her fingers tightened and gave the void a flick.
The invisible sword qi followed the connection in the dark and chased out.
The three disciples were only dispersed and would be able to return soon. Except that, he couldn’t help squeezing the paper man in his chest.
“You said, will they constrain a little from now on?” Seeing that the fellow practitioner was injured, even if he knew it could be cured, he still felt a little guilty.
The paper man slowly crawled to the tip of his ears and sat with his hands faintly: “Just this time? Xiaoqing, you might be thinking too much.”
As he was talking, a disciple who recovered his breath reached out and grabbed the monk who healed him, and gasped, “My prisoner, isn’t it?”
Feng Qingxiu’s beautiful face instantly turned blue.