A ray of light swept over and fought with the dragon.

Those who came were Elder Yuan Chao of Xuanting Sect, as well as Jing Rui and others.

Although the dragon was a three-turn demon immortal, Yuan Chao was not inferior to it. In addition, Jing Rui and other local immortals were helping each other, so after only half a quarter of an hour of fighting, the dragon was completely undermined.

After another half a quarter of an hour, the dragon became timid and wanted to escape.

In the end, Yuan Chao was smashed by a Xuanming thunder, and the water rippled, flooding it.

When the water light dissipated, the dragon was as burnt as if it had been scorched by flames.

"Shan Li..."

Jing Rui rushed towards him and took a breath.

Most of the female disciple of Xuanting Sect’s right shoulder was torn off, and her internal organs were revealed, and even the body of the immortal family was dying.

"Half still breath." Yuan Chao frowned and said, "I have medicine here, but I need to use secret techniques to rub it. Please help me to see if I can temporarily protect Shanli's life. If I can temporarily protect it, I will use the talisman to notify the second generation elders and even the first generation elders. When the elders come over, they can let her leave with her, which is considered to be saving her life."

Jing Rui and others nodded and rescued each other.

A group of people rushed to the distance, and it was Shanren and the six people who had just had a conflict with Jing Rui and others.

After a glance, he saw the corpse of the dragon. He saw the disciples of Xuanting Sect and others surrounding a female disciple to rescue him. As for Shanrou, who had a broken arm, his face turned pale and he was struggling to get up, and at the same time he was also removing the aura of the dragon at the broken arm.

Shanren rushed forward, and also used magic power to heal Shanrou's injuries.

Shanrou used his skills to talk about his injuries, and also briefly explained what happened just now, and thanked the people from Xuanting Sect.

The disciples of Xuanting Sect did not respond, but Yuan Chao was eager to respond, but he was trying hard to rescue him and could not be distracted.

"I'm a little conscience."

A disciple from Yandi sneered, "Your disciples are trying their best to treat them, but my Yandi disciples were injured to save your disciples. I don't have to pay attention to it. I rescue your disciples and are injured, so it's fine if I don't come to thank you. My junior sister thanked you in turn. But she was turned away. Is this the demeanor of the Immortal Sect?"

Jing Rui's eyes froze, she turned her head and said coldly: "Who asked her to save her? Message others..."

The disciples of Yan Dishan generation looked at each other and held swords in their hands.

Shanren was healing Shanrou's injuries. Hearing this, the corners of his eyes twitched.

"I don't know if my niece can save her life now. Is this a rescue?"

Jing Rui glanced at Shanrou and said indifferently: "Just such a scammer, I will die if I die. Can I spend my time trying to rescue her?"

The disciple of Yandi who had just spoken was named Shanqi. His Taoist practice was even higher than Shanren, but his reputation was not very high. But the disciples of the Immortal Sect never had mediocre talents, let alone Yandi?

Shanzi said coldly: "You try another word?"

Jing Rui carried his hands on his back and came side by side with the other Xuanting Sect disciples. He said, "So what about a thousand sentences?"

Five disciples of Yan Dishan generation all drew their swords to face each other.

Shanrou shouted and stopped, but Shanren whispered: "Let them go..."

Shanrou was slightly stunned and said, "How can this be done?"

Shanren said slowly, "I can't swallow this."

Shanrou paused. She was a smart woman. She probably guessed that Shanren and others had already had conflicts with the Xuanting Sect disciples in front of her. She gritted her teeth slightly and whispered: "Most of them are the three generations of Xuanting Sect disciples. They practice Taoism longer for a long time and have a higher Taoism than us..."

"So what?" Shanren said slowly: "You can fight to the death if you kill evil spirits. Can't you fight to the death if you kill them? My Yandi's sword technique has always attacked invincible. Even if you don't have enough Taoism, your heart is invincible."

"And, they are both disciples of the Immortal Sect. There may be dirty tricks in secret, but they will not kill them on the surface."

"Shansun and other senior brothers may be frustrated, but they will not be in danger of their lives. Instead, they will use this frustration and be motivated to turn their anger into a helping force for their practice."

The two sides confronted each other.

Jing Rui carried his hands on his back. Taoist techniques were condensed in front of him and said, "Don't you all think of yourself very high? You alone and with one sword, you want to make a living? Humph, you female disciple is also hiding beside my niece, so that you can survive?"

"You group of turtles who have been hiding still know how to leave behind a life. Unlike those guys who are one person and one sword, who do not know the level of the situation, they want to walk in this world with one person's strength, resulting in the loss of their lives."

"There are some who are overestimating their abilities and think that everyone can kill monsters whose cultivation is far superior to their own."

"It's too ambitious, overestimating one's own abilities, arrogant and blindly conceited. This is the style of your Yandi."

Jing Rui said coldly: "Like these idiots in Yandi, who are so arrogant and do not have the ability to correspond with them, they should die."

Shansun and others had their faces turned pale and their eyes were dull.

Five people formed a formation.

The momentum of the sword formation is connected into one piece.

Jing Rui and others looked at each other, and their eyes flashed coldly.

Yuan Chao, who was saving Shanli, couldn't help but feel anxious.

The coldness and murderous aura were filled with the four fields, and it was about to break out.

However, at this moment, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

"How my disciples in Yandi do things is not something that you are a guy who can criticize them."

Along with the sound was a sword light.

The sword light was white and flashed away.

Jing Rui's eyes shrank, and the figure of the visitor reflected in his eyes. A name appeared in his heart. He was about to speak, but he found that he could no longer open his mouth.

Because his head is no longer on his body.

Before the sound had fallen, the sword light had already flashed, and Jing Rui was already dead at that time.

Only then did he realize that he had already received a sword.

Then there was darkness in front of me.

A person walked slowly in front of him, with a white face, a cold expression, a cold look, a sword in his hand, the sharp blade was as white as frost and snow, and the coldness was cold.

He is tall and has a white dress that is better than snow.

Among the Jing generation, the youngest person is under a hundred years old.

The world has gone through disasters and sharpened its strengths, and half a century of hardships are hidden in the abyss.

In the spring and autumn of thirty years, one will become an immortal once one attains enlightenment.

When he first became an earthly immortal, he pushed for three turns.

"Uncle Jingtang."

All the disciples of Yan Dishan generation were surprised and quickly bowed down.

Lin Jingtang nodded slightly, looked at Xuanting Sect and his group, and said in a cold voice: "Do I, Yandi disciples, deserve to die? You can also judge them arbitrarily? What are you?"

He raised his hand and killed another person.

"What do you want to do?" A disciple of Xuanting Sect shouted: "As both the nine immortal sects, the evil spirits are in front of you. Don't think about how to kill demons and eliminate demons, but you will have to kill each other?"

Lin Jingtang said: "Then what are you doing?"

The disciple shouted, "We are also three generations of disciples. We are just as elders, and we want to teach you the younger disciples of Yan Di a lesson. So far, there is no intention to kill."

"That's true." Lin Jingtang nodded slightly and said, "But what are you? I, Yandi disciples, are you going to teach you a lesson?"

When the sound fell, another sound of a sword roaring came.

The Xuanting Sect disciple who had just spoken was divided into two halves.

The sword light is still shining, and the sword roar has not stopped.

Lin Jingtang's murderous intent covered hundreds of miles.
Chapter completed!