Shaoqing, Song Xiaoying was looking up at the sky, waiting hard for her husband and Uncle Wei to return, when several magical auras from the foundation-building stage suddenly broke into her consciousness.
Oops!
These auras came from all directions. Song Xiaoying immediately realized that the person coming from the other side was evil, so she shouted loudly:
"There's a situation! Form your formation quickly!"
Junior Brother Sun and the girl surnamed Fan and other disciples in the Qi Refining Stage were awakened from their meditation. They looked around, but saw nothing strange, and felt doubtful in their hearts.
When everyone was at a loss, the girl surnamed Fan reacted in time, stood up anxiously, and forced her junior sisters and junior brothers to end the meditation.
Fortunately, although the girl surnamed Fan does not have the name of senior sister, she has the actual status of senior sister. These young boys and girls at the right age are usually accustomed to her arrangements, but now they subconsciously took action and soon followed her guidance.
A simple combined attack formation was formed.
During this period, Song Xiaoying was busy using the teleportation talisman. After she fired a stream of fire toward the sky in a panic, she looked at the disciples who had just formed their formation and couldn't help but show satisfaction. Then, with a stern look on her face, she held out the magical weapon.
Be on guard.
After a few breaths, four black spots flew from the sky and hung above the coral reef. They looked at Song Xiaoying and others below with unkind expressions.
"Four fellow Taoists, we are disciples of the Qingling Sect, and the senior Danjie in the sect is nearby. I wonder if there is anything to offend?"
Although Song Xiaoying knew that the possibility was unlikely, she still wanted to scare the other party with words.
"Haha, senior brother, she said that there are elders in the Dan-formation stage nearby. Is she so anxious that she thinks I will believe such words later?"
"What kind of sect is the Qingling Sect? It's not famous, so I'm afraid it's not a small mountain sect with only foundation-building monks!"
"Stop talking nonsense and capture them quickly!"
"Haha, I didn't expect that there would be unexpected gains on the way home, not bad!"
Seeing that these four cultivators were all black-clothed monks in the early stages of foundation building, and did not take her threats to heart at all, Song Xiaoying quietly took out a junior high-level talisman that Gongsun Yu bought at a high price to protect her.
She made up her mind that as soon as the other party made a move, she would use this talisman to severely injure one person.
In this way, if the juniors hold one of them together, and she holds two of them by herself, she will have a chance to wait until her husband and Master Wei return to help.
Just as they were thinking about it, the four black-clothed monks launched a hook-and-claw magic weapon connected to a chain and fired them at Song Xiaoying. It was obvious that they planned to work together to deal with the only foundation-building monk here first.
Seeing the evil blood shining on the claws, Song Xiaoying didn't dare to let them get close. She aimed at the black-clothed monk who ordered to take action and struck out the talisman secretly held in her hand.
I saw a huge blue sword suddenly slashing out, breaking the combined attack of four people, and at the same time slashing at a black-clothed monk with terrifying spiritual pressure.
The man obviously did not expect that the other party would have a high-level talisman in his hand, and the protective magical weapon he offered in a panic was split into two halves by the giant blue sword.
Fortunately, at this time, the power of the blue giant sword was exhausted, so he did not end up with the same fate as his magic weapon, but he was also swept away by the aftermath and his body was thrown upside down. He did not know whether he was alive or dead.
The other three people didn't pay any attention to the companion who was slashed away by the giant blue sword, but launched an offensive against Song Xiaoying again.
"Sister Fan, they are bad people, what should we do?"
Xi'er had never seen such a life-and-death fight before and said with a tearful voice.
"Don't be afraid, Xi'er! Don't be afraid, everyone! Follow me to practice your skills, we will help Uncle Song."
The girl named Fan said with a slightly trembling voice. She took a deep breath and shouted:
"Raise your sword!"
Suddenly, everyone's small blue-red swords gathered above everyone's heads like swimming fish, circled in a circle, and flew towards the direction of the sword of the girl named Fan.
Although the green and red small swords they offered were not powerful enough, they could still pose a threat to the monks in the early stages of foundation building if they were struck with five swords at the same time.
The flying swords were like a school of agile fish under the control of the girl surnamed Fan. The monk in black who was dragged by them tried many times to destroy their magical weapons, but never found a chance, so he screamed in anger.
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However, a group of disciples in the Qi Refining Stage successfully held back the enemy, but Song Xiaoying pulled her back.
She still had too little fighting experience. With the cooperation of the two black-clothed monks, it didn't take long for her flaw to be exposed, and she was tied up with chains in an embarrassing manner.
After capturing Song Xiaoying, one of the black monks roughly pinched her cheeks and shook her from side to side as if watching an animal.
Song Xiaoying was extremely ashamed and angry, but she suffered from the fact that her magic power was restricted by the restrictions on the opponent's magic weapon. Even if she wanted to kill herself, she couldn't do it and could only let him do whatever he wanted.
"It's over. Uncle Song has been captured by the opponent. Sister Fan, what should we do?"
Junior sister's anxious shouting brought the panicked girl named Fan back to her senses. She looked around and felt despair in her heart.
For now, the only way out is to split up and escape.
But the other party was a foundation-building monk, and there were three more people there. If they just ran away, none of them would be able to escape.
After taking a deep look at Junior Brother Sun who was full of fear, the girl surnamed Fan shouted softly:
"You guys run away separately, I'll stay and hold them back! Don't talk or think too much, just let yourself survive!"
"How can senior sister hold them back alone? Let junior brother stay with us."
When Junior Brother Sun heard this, the fear in his heart suddenly disappeared, he sighed softly and walked to the side of the girl named Fan.
Just as Xi'er and the other three were hesitating, an extremely angry shout came from afar:
"Xie Xiu! Let go of my wife!"
A ray of blue light flew towards him with all his strength. As soon as it entered the range of his spiritual consciousness, Gongsun Yu launched his flying sword and slashed with all his strength towards the monk in black who was holding Song Xiaoying's cheek.
When the monk in black saw this, he was startled at first, then smiled coldly, and shamelessly blocked Song Xiaoying in front of him.
"shameless!"
Gongsun Yu could only deflect the sword light and hit another monk in black.
Although the black-clothed monk was on guard, Gongsun Yu was a monk in the middle stage of foundation building and struck out with anger, destroying his protective means with one blow.
The flying sword passed over his shoulder, leaving a deep blood mark.
"Stop! If you dare to draw your sword again, this girl will die in disgrace!"
The monk in black who was holding Song Xiaoying threatened loudly.
"Husband, leave me alone! Draw your sword quickly!"
Song Xiaoying was already filled with shame and anger after being molested like that by the black-clothed monk, so she shouted regardless.
"shut up!"
The monk in black punched Song Xiaoying in the abdomen, causing her to arch up in pain and become speechless.
"Xiaoying!"
Before Gongsun Yu's urgent cry could be heard, an extremely cold voice sounded from heaven to earth:
"Young man, who dares to humiliate me, a disciple of the Qingling Sect, is seeking death!"
"No! There really is a monk in the elixir formation stage, please leave quickly!"
The black-clothed monk who captured Song Xiaoying was well aware of the power of the monks in the alchemy stage. He knew that kidnapping the woman would not only not allow her to escape, but would make her die faster, so he threw her to the sea and evacuated with the other two people.