Ming Qianhe was already exhausted, his attack power and speed had dropped a lot, and he had been hit by several Spirit Emperor sword energy from the temple guards all over his body. He still endured the severe pain and fought hard.
Although Qing Kuang and Ao Junxie were powerful, they had no choice but to have dozens of temple guards. At the same time, they had to take into account the safety of Ming Qianhe. Suddenly, the situation of the three of them became more and more dangerous.
The original thirty-step defense range has been reduced to ten steps, and under the increasingly powerful threat of the enemy, it has been shrunk to five steps... Now, the battle between the three and the temple guards is basically carried out close to each other.
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This means that the spiritual attacks of the disciples of the Temple of Light will become increasingly intensive and powerful!
"Could it be...that God is really going to kill us? Can't we wait for the Beast King's legion?!"[
Ao Junxie let out a secret sigh in his heart, but the situation did not allow him to think too much. Just for a moment, a figure in white robes had already walked towards him, and a cold middle-level Spirit Emperor sword energy stabbed straight into his chest.
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This person was one of the two guards who had fought with him before. He was considered the minor leader of the temple guards. It seemed that he couldn't wait to kill Ao Junxie first and achieve this feat.
In a panic, Ao Junxie subconsciously blocked his sword horizontally, and suddenly felt his arm go numb. When the two swords intersected, there was a crisp sound in his ears, and the sword tip burst out uncontrollably like fire...
The sword is broken!
Aojunxie's heart suddenly felt cold, and his back was ice-cold.
At the same moment, a petite and gentle body flashed into his arms and stood in front of him...
The sound of the string sounded crisply, and the purple spiritual power of the guard captain was finally eliminated by the red flame string.
Fortunately! Qingkuang arrived in time and blocked this fatal blow!
Looking at the long sword that was missing two inches in his hand, and Qing Kuang's stern gaze in his arms, Ao Junxie felt both fear and warmth in his heart.
"Wuxian! Could it be that you really just want to see the lives of the three of us ruined here!"
Are you really willing to be the slaves of the Temple of Light instead of rising up to fight? If the Temple of Light’s plot succeeds, they will immediately drive out the monsters, slaughter the evil village, and then step into the world outside the wild forest to sweep through the storm.
mainland!
You miserable tools will never end well after being used!"
Qingkuang held the Xianmo Guqin tightly with both hands and shouted harshly in the direction of the Evil Land disciple who was standing by and watching.
Her breathing was already heavy, and the long hair on her forehead was wet with sweat, messily sticking to her face.
All the black-robed disciples in the evil land unanimously turned their attention to that person among them, Wu Mian.
It can be seen that the eyes of most of the disciples are full of urgency and expectation.
That’s right! Who among the disciples of the Evil Land Clan doesn’t know and understand everything Feng Qingkuang said?
This place was originally their territory passed down from generation to generation, but now it is occupied by the self-proclaimed Holy Light Temple. Not only does it act as their slave, but it even bears the infamy of all the people in the world...
Now, they are just waiting for a word from Wu Mian.[
Wumian's heavy eyes came out from the gap in the black mask, and he stared at Aojunxie, Feng Qingkuang, and Ming Qianhe who were on the verge of despair for a long time, but they remained silent.