Above the waterfall cliff, colorful brilliance shone, and air waves of various colors swayed and splashed, completely tearing the original long snake-like water vapor into pieces. Another burst of strong light flashed, and there was a crisp sound from the sky, and the dragon's teeth were cut off.

He was hit by the aftermath of several masters and fell to the river in circles.

This was a serious fall. The cultivators who were fighting on the ground immediately found an opportunity to fight for the dragon's teeth and rushed towards the river like crazy.

The magic weapon is right in front of you. The major sects no longer have the time to maintain their formations. Each sect's own masters take the lead and attack the center of the river swarm. The weapons are interlaced and the energy is flying across the river. Every inch of the hundred-foot-wide river is under attack.

Fight.

The people on the outer circle fought hard to fight inward, while the people on the inside blocked the attacks from the outside while continuing to rush towards the center. The cultivators flying in the sky, relying on their high cultivation level, went straight to the position of Duanshui Longya.

A voice came from the center: "I got it, get it..."

It was a cultivator who touched the flashing white light of the Dragon Fang of Duanshui. He was so ecstatic that he couldn't help shouting. But before he finished shouting, another man was killed beside him. He raised his knife and knocked him directly into the river.

Elder Mingzong has no intention of stealing Shui Longya. He just wants to find Mingkong Zilin. Now all the cultivators at Jingpu Cliff are looking in the direction of Longya. It is a good time for him to cross the river.

Elder Ming Zong no longer hesitated and jumped directly onto the river. He tapped his feet lightly and ran to the other side of the river on the waves. He did not cross the river directly from where the dragon's teeth fell from the broken water, but deliberately made a large circle to avoid the fight.

Killing people.

It went smoothly at first, no one noticed him, but when he got close to the middle of the river, a cultivator with red eyes blocked him.

It was a tall, shirtless, strong man with a black iron chain wrapped around his waist. He was holding a long-handled sledgehammer and was screaming strangely and hitting him on the head and face.

Looking at the attacking posture, Elder Ming Zong knew that this person was practicing a fierce type of technique. Judging from the halo that lit up on the hammer, this person was not at a high level, and he was in the Qi Hua state.

Now that I don't have time to fight with him, I can just take the blow forcefully and knock it over. Having made up his mind, Elder Ming Zong raised his palm to face the sledgehammer.

Bang...the big man was so shocked that he jumped up, his arms shaking like sugar sieves.

The big man had an expression of disbelief on his face. The blow he made didn't feel like he hit his palm, but more like he hit a big iron weight. The violent shock made his head wake up, and he knew he hit an iron plate.

I grabbed the sledgehammer and wanted to step back.

But it was too late. The old man in front of him slapped him in the face. The big man raised his hammer to resist. As a result, the hammer came with great force and hit him in the face. The hammer and the man were knocked into the river.

Elder Ming Zong held back his strength, knowing that he would be knocked unconscious at most, but not killed. As for whether he would be killed by others, it would depend on the luck of the big man.

However, he was unlucky. He hadn't run very far when he encountered a red-eyed cultivator blocking his way. Elder Mingzong sighed and wanted to take a detour and cross the river. He had no choice but to cross the river.

Bang, bang, bang, the weapons hit his palms, making the sound of gold and iron. The flames and air waves coming from far away were deflected by him. The cultivators on the outside were not very high-level, and they were fighting outside.

Killing is also done with the mentality of two tigers competing to get an advantage.

Elder Ming Zong took steps, turned his body, and danced with his hands vigorously, slap, slap, slap, and slap again. With each palm falling, someone was slapped into the water by him.

Most of the people who were slapped fell into the water and disappeared. Occasionally, a few with higher cultivation levels could still surface dizzy, but from beginning to end, no one could resist the slap.

Opening the way with both hands, he stepped forward on the waves, and soon Elder Mingzong arrived on the other side of the river. As soon as he landed on the shore, he rushed into the woods and called Mingkong Zilin's name at the top of his lungs.

"Girl! Zi Lin girl! Where are you?" He poured energy into his voice to make it more penetrating. At the same time, he kept lifting up the fallen trees to check what was going on underneath.

"Old man Mingzong, I'm here!" Not long after, Mingkong Zilin's voice came from the front right.

Found it, Elder Mingzong breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly looked for the sound. Mingkong Zilin's voice came from under a fallen tree. When Mingzong saw the big tree, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Could it be?

The girl was pinned under the tree?

He quickly opened the big tree and found a big hole in the ground under the tree. The big hole was so dark that he couldn't see what was going on inside.

"Girl, girl, are you in there? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." A small, dusty head poked out from inside, and Mingkong Zilin crawled out of the big hole with dirt.

At this time, Mingkong Zilin's whole body was covered with mud, and her hair and clothes were all stuck together with wet mud. She was just like an unpainted clay statue.

The clay statue blinked and asked: "Old Mingzong, I am Mingkong Zilin, don't you recognize me?" As she said that, she raised her hand and wiped the mud on Elder Mingzong's face.

Elder Ming Zong stopped her hand and wiped her cheek with his sleeve: "Don't be ridiculous, girl, did you make this hole?"

Mingkong Zilin nodded: "Yes, my cultivation level is low, so I can only dig holes to hide inside."

She lifted the hem of her clothes and added: "Although it's a little dirty."

Mingkong Zilin's answer made Elder Mingzong beam with joy. He touched Zilin's forehead and praised, "You are so smart. You know how to put down your dignity at critical moments."

He picked up Mingkong Zilin and flew out, while raising his hand and giving her a chestnut on her head: "Have you forgotten what I said before we set off? I want you to be obedient, obedient, and run around..."

Mingkong Zilin covered her head: "Bad old man, you praised me just now, but you hit me in the next moment, bad old man."

Now that he had found Mingkong Zilin, Elder Mingzong was not in a hurry. He flew for a long distance close to the junction of the woods and the river bank, and then crossed the river.

The sound of killing was still loud in the distance, and the past was filled with the brilliance of the collision of various energies. Practitioners kept flying overhead, rushing to join the battle from all directions.

Carrying Mingkong Zilin back to the place where Qianyun Sect set up a stall, Elder Mingzong saw the scene in the open space and immediately raised his hands to cover the girl's eyes.

The open space here is also bright red, with hundreds of people lying on the ground. Broken soldiers and swords can be seen everywhere. The long table where the Qianyun Sect set up a stall has long been overturned and broken, and the signboards have been turned into pieces of wood. Even Shi Tinghuatai

The round houses they built were all broken into piles of rocks.

There was no one else in the open space at this time, only Ming Chengxi stayed in front of the pile of rocks, walking around anxiously.

"Ming Chengxi, I'm back." Elder Mingzong fell to the ground and put Mingkong Zilin down.

Ming Chengxi stared at the little clay figurine in front of him with wide eyes, and quickly realized: "Oh, my God, baby Zi Lin!"
Chapter completed!