Several monks at the peak of Qi training were fighting fiercely in the air, and a group of monks at the middle level of Qi training on the ground were also going back and forth in a melee.
Although the number of demonic monks is greater than that of the Sword-casting Pavilion, most of them are casual cultivators attracted by the interests and have no cooperation with each other. Moreover, many people still have three points of leeway when they take action and are unwilling to fight with all their strength.
On the other hand, Zhujian Pavilion, during the battle of annihilation, all showed their best skills, and they cooperated with each other tacitly, advancing and retreating in a controlled manner. In addition, Bai Xuan, Tang Youyue, the Lei brothers and Liang Yan and other eight qi practitioners
The addition of layers of people increased morale even more, and actually suppressed the group of demon cultivators.
Liang Yan also mixed in with the crowd and fought with these demonic monks. In fact, with his strength, he could easily kill those monks who were at the peak of their Qi training.
It's just that he was still thinking about the Heaven-forging Divine Fire and refused to reveal his strength easily, which led to his identity being exposed in front of Dugu Jiannan. Therefore, he could only use the magical power of Xinwu Dexin to refine the strength of the eighth level.
Mix in with the battle group below.
Fortunately, the situation at Zhujian Pavilion was very good at the moment. As long as nothing went wrong, he would be sure to complete this mission, so he didn't need to worry too much.
"Hahaha! A chicken or a dog is vulnerable!"
With the rise of Lei Shan Lei Hao Dou in the crowd, various thunder methods were unleashed and galloped across the enemy camp. Bai Xuan and Tang Youyue cooperated with each other tacitly and fought steadily all the way. Many monks had died to them
On hand.
The morale of the Sword-casting Pavilion was so high that they gradually drove the demonic people outside the gate of the Sword-casting Pavilion, and the battlefield was moved from the original interior of the Sword-casting Pavilion to the edge of the cliff.
At this moment, a faint green cloud suddenly floated up from the bottom of the cliff. It was not obvious at first, so that even the monks of the Sword Making Pavilion who were fighting fiercely were not aware of it.
But after a cup of tea, the surroundings of the cliff were already covered with green clouds. Two monks from the Sword-making Pavilion who were fighting in front had a lot of green clouds attached to them due to carelessness. Their expressions immediately changed and they hurriedly retreated.
However, before taking a few steps back, they saw that their skin began to fester bit by bit, and pus even emerged from the inside.
"Save me." The two people turned their heads, their faces were extremely distorted, and they made harsh and strange sounds in their mouths. After just a moment, they couldn't even speak clearly!
"Senior Brother Tan, Senior Brother Hua, what's wrong with you!" someone from behind exclaimed.
At this time, the two of them were obviously unable to answer, but in a short period of time, their bodies were covered with abscesses, their eyes turned upwards and outwards, and they staggered toward the people in the Sword-casting Pavilion.
"Senior Brother Tan, what are you doing?"
A purple-clothed monk exclaimed. Although the "Senior Brother Tan" he was talking about was stumbling, he jumped as fast as the wind and was in front of him in a blink of an eye. Then he stretched out his right hand and grabbed his heart.
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The purple-clothed monk didn't have time to think too much and hurriedly pulled out a blue spiritual sword, holding it horizontally in front of his chest.
Ping!
There was a crisp sound, and the blue spirit sword was broken. The green-haired right hand went straight into his chest and then came out from the back, giving him a chill.
"It's corpse poison! Senior Brother Tan and Senior Brother Hua have become their corpse soldiers!" Someone shouted, and everyone was horrified.
"Retreat first, don't touch that green cloud!" A monk who looked like a leader among the disciples of the Zhujian Pavilion yelled. After hearing this, everyone retreated one after another, towards the interior of the Zhujian Pavilion.
Liang Yan among the crowd was not surprised at all. He had already known that the other party had Murong Xuewei setting up a corpse poison formation, but he didn't expect to unleash this killer weapon now.
Although those demon cultivators were in the corpse poison, there was no change at all. They had obviously taken Murong Xuewei's detoxifying pill in advance, so they were so confident.
They did not pursue him, but just stood guard at the gate of the Jiangjian Pavilion, making it clear that they wanted to wait for the corpse poison to permeate the entire Jiangjian Pavilion and then catch the turtle in the jar.
There are poisonous swamps on three sides of the Sword-casting Pavilion, and there is only one way out on the cliff. The terrain was originally easy to defend and difficult to attack, but for everyone in the Sword-casting Pavilion at this time, it was like digging their own grave.
"If we forcefully use the sword to break through, I'm afraid we will be surrounded by these demonic monks." Liang Yan thought secretly in his heart. Although he boasted that his magical powers were not weak, he would not be able to break through the siege of more than two hundred monks head-on.
possible.
"Haha, Mr. Huang, I told you that tonight is the day when your sword-making pavilion will be wiped out!" The old man in blue in mid-air was filled with contentment and burst into laughter. On the other hand, Huang Potian's face was as pale as earth.
"Could it be that the centuries-old foundation of the Sword Making Pavilion is going to be destroyed by my hands today?" Huang Potian was filled with grief and anger. However, he had no choice but to attack the corpse poison formation with all his strength. He could only attack the old man in blue with all his strength.
At this moment, a clear voice came from the crowd below, and it was Huang Qinghui who said:
"Fellow Taoist from the three sects, please come over and talk."
After hearing this, Bai Xuan and others were puzzled, but they still gathered in front of her.
"Miss Qinghui, if you have summoned us at this time, do you have any good strategies to defeat the enemy?" Tang Youyue said with a slight frown.
"That's right!" Huang Qinghui nodded and said: "There is a secret passage in the pavilion that can lead directly to the cliff. The center of the opponent's corpse poison formation must be under this cliff. Qing Hui wants to invite fellow Taoists from the three sects to follow
Go down the secret passage and help destroy this big array of eyes."
"What! You want me to wait and break the formation? No, no! The enemy must be heavily guarded at the entrance of the formation. Moreover, there are corpses and poisons down there, and we don't have antidote pills. It's really too dangerous!" Bai Xuan was the first to do so!
He waved his hands in opposition.
"The matter is urgent, and the little girl also knows that it is too difficult to force others. It's just that the realm of the monks in the Sword Making Pavilion is too low, and they have never passed the second level threshold. Only the monks at the eighth level of Qi training can rely on pure magic power to achieve the goal in a short time.
Not afraid of corpse poison, the little girl really has no other choice."
Huang Qinghui's face turned pale, biting her lips, and she seemed to have made a great determination. She bowed to everyone and said: "If you all agree, the little girl is willing to donate the treasure of the Sword-casting Pavilion, the Forging Divine Fire.
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As soon as the woman finished speaking, Brother Liang's heart suddenly trembled. He glanced at Huang Qinghui calmly and saw that she didn't have any strange expression at all. Then he secretly said: "Could it be that something unexpected happened tonight? This Huang family
Father and daughter, don’t you know that the Heavenly Forging Divine Fire has been stolen?”
"Forging the divine fire? Huh! We two brothers practice thunder magic. What's the use of this divine fire?" Lei Shan waved his hand without any emotion.
As for Bai Xuan and Tang Youyue, they were a little moved. They made eye contact, and finally Tang Youyue shook her head slightly.
"Sorry!" Bai Xuan bowed his hands to Huang Qinghui apologetically and said: "Although the Heaven-forging Divine Fire is good, you still have to have a life to get it. The two of us are really helpless."
"If the sword-making pavilion is defeated tonight, we will have no choice but to give up the reward for this mission." Tang Youyue added later.
The implication of his words is to make it clear that he will not accompany Zhujian Pavilion to fight to the end. After all, these people are disciples of the three sects who have come to perform tasks. They are all looking for task rewards and sect contribution points. Naturally, they will not treat themselves in vain.
Life comes in.
Huang Qinghui's face turned pale when he heard this, and his beautiful eyes were filled with tears. At this moment, he turned his head miserably and cast his gaze at the last monk in the field who was at the eighth level of Qi training.
Liang Yan seemed to have expected it. He smiled slightly and said:
"Liang is not talented, so he is willing to go down and have a try."
