Wen Yue glanced behind him.
Missing Wen Yue's figure, the cavalry guards were already panicking.
It was clear that the young master was riding at the front just now, but why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?
Many soldiers did not even blink, they just watched Wen Yue disappear in front of them.
"Don't panic, everyone. The young master is an immortal master. Even if something happens to us, the young master will be fine." A man stood up from among the personal guards and filled the gap left by Wen Yue. He raised a banner with the word "Wen" and jumped on his horse and raised his sword.
After hearing this, everyone suddenly had a backbone.
The man raising the flag rushed to the front: "Come in with me and rescue Mr. Biao."
"kill!"
Wen Yue stood on the spot, his guards passing by with helpless eyes.
It was as if they couldn't see Wen Yue at all.
When the two armies were fighting, the five of them seemed to be alone in the world, detached from the real battlefield.
Even the sound seemed to have faded away.
"It's your fault."
Wen Yue stared closely at the young man carrying the sword, his body tense and ready to go.
"It's just a small confusion circle, mortals are mortals, no fuss." The monk at the fifth level of Qi training spoke tightly, with an arrogant expression and a plain narrative.
In fact, it is not the case, it is just showing off the mentality of looking down.
"Cui Guang of the Yuanling Sect has met fellow Taoist." The young man at the seventh level of Qi training at the head held his hands, his voice was calm, but he seemed to be ready.
"Brother, why bother talking nonsense with this kid."
"I tell you, you must pay for your life by killing. You killed Junior Brother Zhu Lin, and you must pay for his life today." The last monk holding the compass looked unkind.
At this time, Wen Yue remembered that in Feihong Stream, he met a Yuanling Sect disciple and started fighting with him thinking he was a demonic monk.
Finally, he showed his weakness and lured him to him, and asked him to kill the man.
I just didn't expect that someone seeking revenge would come to my door today.
And it just happened to be blocking the path he must pass.
Cui Guang looked at the red sword on Wen Yue's back with a stern look: "Wen Yue, do you have any last words to say?"
Wen Yue had nothing to defend. At that moment, if he didn't kill Zhu Lin, he would be killed by Zhu Lin's magic sword.
There is no one in this world who would kill someone on the spot.
He still had a lot of things to do, and he couldn't die in Feihong Stream without any explanation.
Just like today, he cannot die here without any reason.
He promised Song Ran to return safely. He promised the dead old man Xiang that he would protect the country and the people and drive out the Northern Wei Dynasty. He promised his husband that he would let the soul flag grow...
He carries many people's expectations and also carries many promises.
His eyes gradually became bloodshot, and he pulled out the long sword on his back: "It seems that it is difficult to be kind today!"
Wen Yue let out a breath of turbid energy, and the spirit turtle fetal breath technique disappeared, revealing his true cultivation level.
There is only the fourth level of Qi training.
"Fourth level of Qi training?"
Cui Guang looked stunned. He estimated that Wen Yue's strength must be at least in the later stages.
Otherwise, how could he kill Zhu Lin?
Zhu Lin is a sixth-level qi-training monk with excellent swordsmanship and quite good sword-handling skills.
Because of this, Cui Guangcai did not choose to take action rashly, but called two junior brothers to act as insurance.
He also didn't feel at all that attacking more and less was bullying. If he could live to avenge Junior Brother Zhu Lin, he would not be mean-spirited by any means.
"Is it to hide your cultivation?"
Not to mention Cui Guang's shock and surprise, the rest of the people were also in disbelief as to why this man's revealed cultivation level was only at the fourth level of Qi training.
"You only have the fourth level of Qi training, let me kill you."
Before anyone could move, Tang Wen, who was at the fifth level of qi training, took action with his Feijian and rushed to Wen Yue.
The long red sword slashed across Wen Yue's neck.
"careful."
Cui Guang gave a low shout, pointed his sword together, and unsheathed the long sword behind him, and Yu Jian flew to the rescue.
No matter what cultivation level Wen Yue revealed, Zhu Lin was already dead.
That means Wen Yue is as dangerous as a monk in the late stage of Qi training. How dare he step forward and take someone's life rashly?
At the same time that Tang Wen took action, the soul flag was already shaking.
Through the tacit understanding developed, Wen Yue knew that his husband was reminding him.
"Hundred Ghosts at Night."
The soul flag suddenly turned into ten feet, black mist burst out, and hundreds of ghosts gathered into a green-faced evil ghost.
Tu Shanjun used the power of hundreds of ghosts to attack.
Tang Wen had already woken up a lot when he heard his senior brother's reminder. He quickly activated his magic power, and the magic formula turned around, and the light shone brightly.
"Bang."
A fierce blow from the ghost hand had already hit him.
There was a stabbing sound.
The ghost hand directly tore open Tang Wen's protective magic light, and the light of the robe magic weapon was immediately extinguished.
Tang Wen was blown away, and his robe was torn open five times.
The blood also wetted his clothes.
Finally, he fell heavily against the wall of Jiangyun Valley, vomiting blood and passed out.
Even if he is a Qi practitioner and has no magic power to protect him, this claw is enough to seriously injure him.
But before Tu Shanjun could take advantage of the victory to pursue him, a flying sword struck straight at Wen Yue.
Tu Shanjun hurriedly dragged Wen Yue and pulled him out of the slashing range of the flying sword.
Tu Shanjun stared at the monk at the seventh level of Qi training with an unfriendly expression.
Of all the people, this person was the only one who gave him the strongest sense of danger.
At this time, don’t show off to the enemy and use your weakness to hide your cultivation.
This skill is useful for others, but not very useful for these people in front of them. Knowing that Wen Yue had killed Zhu Lin, except for the fifth-level monk who loved showing off the most, no one came close to Wen Yue.
Showing weakness is actually better for them. Since the opponent is showing weakness, it is better to take the opportunity to kill them with flying swords.
So when the fifth-level youth rushed in front of him, Tushanjun took action boldly.
Now if you can abolish one, then you must seize the opportunity.
It's a pity that because of this person's interference, Tu Shanjun was not allowed to kill the young boy who was sent to death.
But that man is useless even if he doesn't die. Hundreds of ghosts walked in the night to attack the soul and received a solid claw from him. Now he probably won't be able to get up.
"Honoring Soul Flag?"
Brother Luo Pan's expression changed and he stared at the Zhang Xu Soul Banner in Wen Yue's hand: "A demon cultivator from the Blood Fiend Sect."
Tu Shanjun stood behind Wen Yue, his scarlet eyes staring at Cui Guang, who was summoning his sword and turning around.
This person is at the seventh level of Qi training. Even though he is also at the seventh level of Qi training, if he competes with him, he will definitely fall into a disadvantage.
Must go all out.
Only by releasing the three hundred evil ghosts in the soul flag can we have a chance to break the situation.
Moreover, all spiritual stones cannot be saved, even if nearly twenty spiritual stones are consumed, they will not hesitate.
Fortunately, Wen Yue understood what the gentleman meant with just one look.
He often dreams of practicing on the cliff, and his husband told him that if he encounters someone seeking revenge, he must do everything he can and never be stingy with spiritual stones and elixirs.
Wen Yue was also obedient, and since he had just entered the practice, he did not value spiritual stones and elixirs as much as other monks.
After seeing the look in his eyes, he immediately used his magic power to take out the spiritual stone from the holding talisman and held it in his hand to restore his own magic power.
Tu Shanjun stared at Cui Guang, and Cui Guang naturally also observed Tu Shanjun.
But after checking the aura on the ghost, it must be an evil ghost in the late stage of Qi training. No wonder Zhu Lin will die.
Even if the person who uses the banner is only at the fourth level of Qi training, with this evil ghost sitting around, he can still kill the monks in the middle stage of Qi training.
"High-grade magic weapon?"
Cui Guang looked solemn, and he did not have a high-grade magic weapon.
Even a great monk at the eleventh level of qi training may not be able to hold a high-grade magic weapon.
However, high-grade magic weapons are more powerful and consume far more mana than mid- and low-grade magic weapons.
Using the fourth level of qi training to activate it is usually laborious.
No wonder Wen Yue held the spirit stone directly in his hand.
Black mist swept around Tu Shanjun's body, and he suddenly activated, but it was not aimed at the three people on the field, but against the fifth-level Qi training monk who was the first to take action but was now unconscious.
There are hundreds of ghosts protecting Wen Yue. Even if three people surround him, it is impossible to kill Wen Yue instantly.
But if no one comes to rescue, the fifth-level monk will definitely die.
At such a dangerous moment, one can only gamble with one's life.
"So brave."
Cui Guang tiptoed, and with his magic sword wrapped around his body, he headed straight for Tu Shanjun.
This chapter has been completed!