Feng Danggui's face turned red. He had the highest level of cultivation among the three and was the oldest. He often boasted himself as an elite member of the Xantian Academy, but he was controlled by others in everything he did. He was the most aggrieved monk.
He did not give up summoning the black dagger because he felt that the bond between himself and the magic weapon was slowly diminishing. The stone wall not only imprisoned his magic weapon, but also eroded the memory he left on the magic weapon.
A ray of consciousness. Time was running out. Feng Danggui bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of bright red blood. The blood did not dissipate, but formed a red blood mist in front of him.
Naturally, Jiao Guanghui and others would not give Feng Danggui time. They shot at the two of them like ghosts, and no one knew who released more than a dozen orange-red fireballs to shoot at the two of them. A wave of scorching hot air burned Jiang Xueqin's fair skin.
On her face, she saw the image of Feng Danggui even consuming his own blood to activate the spell. Although she didn't know what he was going to cast, the power was definitely not small. She wanted to buy time for Feng Danggui.
The Baihong Sword was spinning rapidly in front of the woman, and every time it turned, it would turn into a thin drop of rain. In an instant, the blue raindrops were all around Jiang Xueqin, and the woman screamed, these blue lights
Click and fly towards the ball of flames.
A jaw-dropping scene happened. The blue raindrops seemed quite calm after encountering the orange flames. There was not even a slight explosion sound. The orange-red fireball was easily cut open and shattered into millions of sparks.
This did not stop the blue raindrops from continuing to move forward and shooting towards the monks who were flying up.
There is no doubt that these foundation-building monks are definitely not ordinary mobs. They have undergone rigorous training, have perfect cooperation with each other, and have extremely rich experience in fighting with others. Seeing the overwhelming blue rain of swords coming from the opposite side, Jiao Guanghui
He made a gathering gesture, and suddenly, all eight monks huddled behind him. Jiao Guanghui solemnly summoned a bronze mirror. The surface of the mirror was smooth and clean, and the back was simple and thick, engraved with strange patterns.
It looked like something extraordinary. The ancient mirror was glowing with bronze, rotating rapidly with the center as its axis, and a light green beam of light shot out from the mirror.
This light beam became thicker and thicker, and finally it illuminated the entire space in the cave. After the green sword rain came into contact with the light beam, it gradually lost its luster and slowed down. Jiang Xueqin saw that the situation was not good, and her hands
The fingering technique was rushed out, and the green sword rain condensed into the flying sword as clear as water, but the luster on the sword was much lighter. She did not take back the flying sword, but placed it three feet in front of her, as if
Facing the enemy, she stared at the green pillar of light. She knew that the treasure that could withstand her rain-turning attack must be of magic weapon level.
The green light emitted by the bronze mirror shot towards the two of them like solid matter, as slow as running water, without any characteristics of light, but like a sticky liquid. At this time, Feng Angelica completed a strange seal.
, he held the red blood mist in front of him in his hand, and then slapped it hard on the stone wall opposite. The uneven wall suddenly flew debris. Suddenly, the cave began to shake violently, debris and stones
The rocks kept falling from the top of her head, Jiang Xueqin held her golden shield above her head to block the falling gravel.
Feng Danggui's whole body emitted a yellow light, which covered his whole body like a light shield. When the gravel hit the light shield, it bounced away on its own. This was the unique body-protecting divine light of the Jindan monks.
The wall blocking the two people's escape collapsed suddenly, as if it had never appeared before. Not a single debris appeared on the ground, as if everything came from nothing, and then from something to nothing.
A black dagger was suspended in the air, and Feng Danggui gained control of his own magic weapon. He released his spiritual consciousness to sense the world on the other side of the collapsed wall, trying to find Chen Yunsheng's aura, but that person seemed to disappear out of thin air.
No trace could be found. He could only give up his thoughts and Feng Danggui looked at his enemy with a serious look on his face.
The green halo was not affected by the vibration at all, and still shot toward the two of them bit by bit. Jiao Guanghui's face, hidden behind the bronze mirror, was pale, as if all the blood on his face had been drained away, leaving only an empty body.
It was like a shell. Faced with Jiang Xueqin's domineering sword power, he had no choice. This bronze mirror was obviously not something that a monk of his level could control. This fight that was doomed or failed left him with no way out, and another mouthful
The bright red blood sprayed on the back of the bronze mirror, and the speed of the blue light suddenly doubled.
The black dagger shot towards the blue light with a sudden sound.
Feng Danggui is not an easily excited person, but he has been suppressed for too long. Facing several foundation-building monks, he suffered a lot. If it spread, he would lose face. Although the blue light was strange, it could not be suppressed.
Jiang Xueqin's sword rain destroyed it, showing its general power. His natal magic weapon is called black jade, which is made from the essence of ten thousand years of black iron. Its surface is crystal clear and flawless, just like jade. In addition, it has been carried around for a long time, and it has been continuously refined and transformed.
Invincible.
The black dagger was shot into the green light. It was very fast at first, but slowly, as if it encountered a lot of resistance, the speed dropped bit by bit. Purple sparks flashed around the black dagger, as if it was
The green light was like a mass of flowing metal. Several arrays on the dagger blade were flickering, obviously experiencing great compression and friction.
Feng Danggui spurted out a ball of blood again, and as a spell was played, the dagger was suddenly injected with infinite vitality, and the speed increased again. This was a battle he could not afford to lose, and Feng Danggui had never been able to do so.
Having hated some people so much, there is no doubt that the nine monks opposite him are all people he wants to kill quickly. Not only because they plotted against him, but also because of the more than a hundred innocent mortals.
's corpse.
Jiao Guanghui could no longer hold on. He slumped to the ground and knelt down. The simple bronze mirror suddenly dimmed and fell to the ground like scrap metal, making a crisp sound. The black dagger shot straight with the light of revenge.
Take a few people on the opposite side. These people did not panic. They were so used to life and death that they could still remain indifferent in the face of death. In this narrow cave, a few people could not use the magic circle they were good at. Obviously they underestimated their opponents.
His strength is such that he exposes himself and gets angry. I'm afraid it's too late to run away now.
Jiao Guanghui, who had fallen to the ground, fought with the last bit of blood in his body to stand up and face the flying dagger. He tightly grasped the black light with both hands, trying to earn some money for the retreat of his companions behind him.
Time. The eight people behind them released their most powerful magical weapons in a tacit understanding and smashed them against the rocks above their heads. Using this stupid method, they actually created a passage leading to the upper mine pit.
Jiao Guanghui's head was like a round watermelon, which was cut off by the black dagger and rolled far away. The golden wind brought by the dagger tore his body apart, leaving ravines as thick as a finger. Feng Danggui roared.
With a cry, he chased after the eight monks. If the eight monks escaped, he would not be able to let go for the rest of his life. Jiang Xueqin followed closely. When passing Jiao Guanghui, she picked up the bronze mirror that fell on the ground. If this magic weapon was lost,
It would be a shame inside the mine.
The two groups of people chased each other quickly in the mine. Although Feng Danggui's escape was much faster than the eight monks, the mine was complicated and tortuous, making it impossible for them to exert all their strength. There was always a distance of twenty feet between them. For
For the eight monks, if they wanted to save their lives, it would be easy for them to just scatter into the forks along the road. No matter how powerful Feng Angelica was, they would not be able to kill them all. But they did not do this for only one reason. They wanted to fight with Feng Angelica.
It’s a fight to the death, and the place is the spacious place outside the cave.
…
The huge sun was already somewhat westward, but there was still enough sunshine. The cold wind blew the clothes of the ten people in the air like fluttering butterflies. The eight monks had already guarded their formations, watching Feng Danggui in the formation eagerly.
and Jiang Xueqin, as if they were already fat sheep falling into the mouth of a hungry wolf.
Feng Danggui sneered, and the mountain wind carried this laughter into everyone's ears.
"Very good, you are waiting to die here, then I will help you. However, Grandpa's unnamed people will tell you your names." Feng Danggui said coldly, there was even some arrogance in his tone, which was different from his usual cautiousness.
Their personalities are quite different.
"That's good. People who are about to die should have the right to know who they are massacred by. We are known as the Xianzhou Shisan people and belong to the Xianzhou Sitiange Team B." A black-faced monk replied, his tone full of confidence,
He was actually fearless in the face of the powerful Jindan monk.
"There are only nine of the ten scattered people, including Jiao Guanghui. Where did the remaining one go? Is it still underground?" Jiang Xueqin said thoughtfully.
"You guessed right. Our boss is still down there, and the monk who came with you probably has no bones left at this moment. Let me tell you a little more, we also killed those stupid pigs in Yunxia Peak. It's a pity.
They are really as stupid as pigs. They only know how to tremble and kneel in front of us and beg for mercy. Hehe, it feels great to cut off their limbs amidst the screams." The wild smile echoed in the green mountains on both sides of the pass.
In the meantime, blown far away by the cold wind, eight people laughed like this at the same time, and the sound was really terrifying.
Feng Danggui took action. No matter whether Chen Yunsheng was okay or not, he had to get rid of the gang of bastards in front of him first. The black dagger shot at the black-faced monk with his firm belief.
The black dagger, filled with Feng Danggui's hatred, tore through the air and shot towards the black-faced monk. Although the man was quite angry, facing the full blow of the golden elixir monk's magic weapon, he would not be stupid enough to want to
Resisting forcefully, the black-faced monk lowered his body slightly and gave up a foot of space. There were two monks behind him who had already taken their positions. They raised their hands, and the two leaf-shaped magic weapons soared in the wind and became as big as a millstone.
The two magical instruments look like leaves when viewed individually, but when combined together, they look like a round Bagua fish.