Wind Rift is like a beast that keeps spewing violent winds, cold and ruthless, expressing its anger with endless storms.
"Please ask Danggui and Xueqin to bring these spiritual stones back to Taibai Peak. With the two of you plus Yue Yang and the other five foundation-building monks, I believe there will be no problem. I'm going to the Wolf Valley. If Sitian Pavilion has successfully framed the blame,
, then the situation is dangerous." Chen Yunsheng said calmly.
Feng Danggui did not speak. For him, he could question the order, but he could not disobey the decision. Besides, this is the best way now, although it is too dangerous for Chen Yunsheng. Jiang Xueqin frowned slightly, with obvious concern in his tone:
"Isn't this too dangerous? If you succeed in framing the blame, the demon cultivators in the Wolf Valley may not listen to your explanation. They are all masters who eat people without spitting out their bones." Feng Danggui glanced at Jiang Xueqin sideways, thinking secretly in his heart.
Sigh, this Senior Uncle Chen really has some tricks up his sleeve. This iceberg beauty ignored him on the way here, but once he came back, he showed concern. It is really unreasonable. If Senior Brother Gu Jian saw this scene, he would probably want to die.
Already.
Chen Yunsheng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If I don't do this, I will be putting the lives of more than two thousand Tianqiong Sect disciples at risk. If I can turn the tide, it doesn't matter if I die. As long as there is one percent hope, I
We must try our best 100%, not to achieve perfection, but to live up to our expectations.”
Feng Danggui, Jiang Xueqin and all the monks present were all in awe. Maybe even Chen Yunsheng didn't feel it himself. He showed a natural compassion, which made people convinced and willing to follow the horse's lead. Jiang Xueqin's eyes showed
A touch of surprise, and then it disappeared in a flash.
Chen Yunsheng glanced at the red clouds in the western sky and said, "It's time to hit the road. The wind will get stronger at night."
…
Jin Ling moved at lightning speed until three monks approached him, and three arrows pierced his body. Although Zhuge Jingyu's sight was blocked by Jin Ling's body, he could clearly see that Jin Ling's body was like a parabola.
is thrown.
"Oops, he was hit by the Hanxing Crossbow."
Zhuge Jingyu's Lan Ming Sword went straight towards the three white-clothed monks like a ghost. Among the three, the middle monk had the highest level of cultivation and was in the late stage of foundation building. The other two were still in the early stage of foundation building. Lan Ming avoided it easily.
Jin Ling jumped back and stabbed the face of the monk in white in the middle. Strong winds were picked up by the flying sword, and the hair and hair of the monk in white were blown away.
The white-clothed monk's body flashed with blue light and disappeared on the spot. When he reappeared, he had flown to a height of more than ten feet above the water.
"Water Escape." Ye Sihan is really familiar with this escape method. The attack and dodge were completed in an instant, and it was over before she could react. Until she saw the other monk perform her most proud performance
When she cast the spell, she came back to her senses and remembered that she was also a member of the battle. She put her two small hands in the water angrily, and in an instant, more than a dozen crystal clear handleless ice knives floated in the air. After a breath,
, these ice blades silently shot towards the white-clothed monks in the air.
The other two monks in white were a little surprised when they saw Jin Ling sacrificing himself to block the arrow directed at Zhuge Jingyu. This behavior was beyond their expectations. When they reacted, Jin Ling had quickly adjusted himself in the air.
posture. The three crossbow arrows did not penetrate his armor, but left three dents on the huge armor on his chest. Jin Ling was naturally confident if he dared to do this. Even if the armor was destroyed, he was confident that with his strong body, he could
Can be hit three times without any damage.
The two monks in white aimed at Zhuge Jingyu again, preparing to shoot, but their eyes were blurred when a golden-armored monk appeared in front of them. The monk was seen holding a golden saber in one hand, with a thin blade.
Like cicada wings, they are actually translucent. Little did they know that these two knives were condensed by Jin Ling using his own pure golden aura. They are the master of weapons in the world. As their cultivation level increases, their power will become more and more powerful.
The bigger.
The saber swept across, and a golden sword light stretched across the sky.
There was no fluctuation in the air or spiritual energy, but the heads of the two monks in white rolled to the ground. Two green spirits emerged from their necks and were cut off by Jin Ling's knife. His knife was too fast.
So that only a ray of light was left. Jin Ling reached out to pick up the two Hanxing Crossbows and threw them to Zhuge Jingyu. For him, such things with no power naturally did not take his eyes.
The monk in white clothes, who was dealing with the ice blades that kept flying in mid-air, couldn't help being shocked and angry when he saw his two fellow disciples died tragically on the spot. As for the monk in golden armor who was hit by three crossbow arrows and could not stand, he was even more horrified.
, the Hanxing Crossbow in his hand was aimed at Jin Ling's head. The mechanism was triggered, and the Hanxing Crossbow fired so quickly at close range. The arrows roared towards Jin Ling's heavenly spirit.
Jin Ling felt the evil wind above his head and suddenly disappeared on the spot. The arrow pierced into the blue lake water, stirring up a whirlpool with a diameter of five feet. You can see that the arrow sank deeply into the mud at the bottom of the lake, leaving only
There was a cluster of white tail feathers. After a moment, the arrow exploded, and the huge explosive force stirred up white waves that were more than ten feet high.
Jin Ling appeared expressionlessly behind the monk in white, holding the golden knife that did not take up blood in his hand. The golden light flashed and the blade was cold. The monk in white felt a powerful golden spirit behind him and hurriedly ran forward.
The knife scratched the back of his neck, a drop of bright red blood emerged from his neck, and three hairs fell gently.
The white-clothed monk secretly thought that it was a dangerous situation, but before he could stand upright, dozens of ice knives were fired at him, and a hot breath hit his face. It turned out that Xue Li released three fire crows mixed with them, and for a while, ice and fire were mixed.
Heavy attacks came one after another, and the ice blade reflected light golden flames.
The white-clothed monk secretly complained. After all, he was in the late stage of foundation building and had gone through many battles. Although he was a little embarrassed, he did not lose his life. I saw him making seals with his hands, and a thick wall of water vapor suddenly rose from the lake.
, blocking it in front of the chest. The ice knife and the fire crow hit the water wall and disappeared silently like a mud cow into the sea.
Almost all the consciousness of the white-clothed monk was focused on Jin Ling, for fear that he would do something strange. Suddenly, there was an evil wind above his head, and a huge golden flying sword came from the sky. Although it was not fast, its power was extremely terrifying.
The monk in white didn't need to raise his head to know that someone was attacking from above.
He hurriedly lowered his body, so low that his feet could almost touch the lake. A light blue flying fork flew out from his Naxu Ring. He moved his mind slightly, and the flying fork faced the huge flying fork.
The sword was thrown away, and when he looked up, he saw a tall young man standing on an inferior flying magic weapon, controlling the Ruiyang Sword in the air. The sword was a good sword, but the control method was crude.
The blue flying fork did not collide with the Ruiyang Sword, but drew an arc, bypassing the Ruiyang Sword, and went straight to He Wangchuan. The monk in white was confident that he had the strength to strike such a sloppy sword attack from the opponent. He Wangchuan watched
Flying Cha, who came through the air, did not panic, but took out a golden talisman and pinched it on his fingertips. In an instant, the spiritual talisman turned into a golden mask and enveloped him, a first-class diamond talisman.
The flying fork came first and then struck hard on the light shield formed by the Vajra Talisman. The runes flashed for a moment, and the golden light on the light shield flashed desperately, and there were signs of rupture. He Wangchuan complained: "
This guy's claws are still a bit tough, but a diamond talisman can actually block one of his attacks." After that, he took out two more of the same talisman, and wrapped him in two layers of golden light.
The white-clothed monk had no time to wonder why this low-level monk had so many defensive talismans on his body. He was busy dealing with the Ruiyang Sword that was shot. This flying sword shining with the sun's rays was made of good material, which he did not dare to underestimate. His left hand
With a virtual stroke, he made a seal with his right hand in front of his chest. A huge wave swept up from his side, changing the direction of the Ruiyang Sword, and shot it into the deep lake water.
The hands of the monks in white clothes were trembling a little. No one who experienced this sudden change as fast as lightning would be able to deal with it calmly. He had a feeling that these monks seemed to be practicing some kind of tactics, and they did not really interact with them.
He tried his best. For example, the golden-armored monk just stood back after one blow and stopped attacking. And the flying sword of the young monk with the highest level of cultivation actually stopped in mid-air after missing a hit, showing no sign of attacking.
.On the contrary, several qi-training monks took action hurriedly. Although it was extremely jerky, it still felt like a careful design.
This kind of thinking only happened for a moment. There seemed to be an uneasy movement in the water under my feet. Suddenly the water wave split, and a light blue flying sword was shot out. It was only two feet and six inches long. It was an extremely delicate thing.
The flying sword came so strangely that the white-clothed monk was caught off guard and hurriedly tried to escape through the water. After all, he was a little slow. The flying sword passed along the tip of his nose and broke the bridge of his nose. For a moment, blood poured out.
While the white-clothed monk hurriedly dodged, he saw a girl shaking her head and sighing on the shore, feeling annoyed that she had missed a hit. He was ashamed and annoyed, thinking that he was also a prominent figure among the foundation-building monks of Sitian Pavilion, even if he was golden elixir.
The early monks also wanted to give themselves some face, but today they were repeatedly frustrated and became the playthings of several qi-training monks. They couldn't help but feel ashamed and yelled: "Wow, Wei Ruyu, you old man"
Zamao, I can't hold my breath anymore. Seeing me being manipulated by others, I want to report you to the Pavilion Master."
Before he finished speaking, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared in the calm water surface. The blue lake water turned as dark as ink. The upper body of a giant python emerged from the whirlpool. The lower half was still in the water, but there was no piece of the python's body.
There are two pairs of eyes on the huge head with scales, and there is a straight vertical line in the blood-red eyes. This is the unique beauty of the snake tribe. Unlike ordinary terrestrial snakes, this giant python actually has a dorsal fin on its back.
It looks like a fish. Standing on the head of the snake is a Taoist priest wearing light armor. He is not young, his face is not smooth, and his bumps look like he is covered with scabies. His bun is tied up with a gold hairpin. Although he has never been young, his face is not smooth.
It came out of the water, but no water touched it. It seemed that it had some magic to avoid water.
The Taoist priest squinted his eyes, looked at everyone present, snorted coldly from his nostrils, and said lazily: "It's just a few green heads who need to shout, but it's not enough for my Yulong'er to fill the gap between his teeth.