His offensive was no longer as fast and fierce as before, but every time, Wuhen and a few people neutralized the black-robed old man's offensive.
The four old men in black robes had vicious eyes. How could they not see that the intentions of Wuhen and the others were just to delay the arrival of foreign aid from the Sword God Sect?
"Quickly resolve it, don't let the Sword God Sect's help arrive!" A sinister laugh rang out, and the four black-robed old men's offensive became more and more fierce. This was a completely lifeless offensive.
The men in black who were massacring the villagers around them also joined in one after another. Some of these black-clothed men were at the Spirit Master level, but there were still several Spirit Emperor level warriors who fired cold arrows from time to time, putting great pressure on Wuhen and the others.
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The white robe as white as snow was gradually stained with blood. The bloodstains were his own and those of other men in black.
The same goes for Leng Qianfeng and Bu Jingxian. Their bodies were covered in blood, and their long hair that was originally tied behind their backs was draped messily around their shoulders. Looking up, the three of them looked extremely embarrassed.
Several sword marks appeared on Wuhen's body, and a little blood dripped from the corner of Wuhen's mouth.
This was completely a group fight, especially the men in black who fired cold arrows. They used this technique to the fullest. Whenever the three Wuhen and the old man in black robes were in a stalemate, the men in black secretly fired cold arrows.
Therefore, Wuhen and the others hate those men in black with all their heart.
Several more rays of sword energy passed through Wuhen's body, and the burning pain made him feel dizzy.
Blood spurted out. Holding back the pain, Wuhen swung his sword out, leaving several sword marks on the bodies of two of the black-robed old men.
You strike with a sword, I strike with a sword, and the two sides are in a stalemate for a while, but in the end, Wuhen's side will inevitably lose.
Due to the massive consumption of spiritual energy and injuries, the offensive of Wuhen and the others was no longer as fierce as before.
The old men in black robes also realized this, and their offensive became more and more fierce.
The sword energy exclaimed and swept out. Looking at the dense sword shadows, Wuhen couldn't help but feel helpless. A trace of mocking smile emerged from the corner of his mouth: "Is it possible that we, the chief disciple of the Sword God Sect, can't even do it for our own sect?"
Before he came out, he died here!"
Compared to the mocking look on the corner of Wuhen's mouth, Leng Qianfeng and Bu Jingxian still held on, with determination in their eyes.
"Giving up will lead to death, persisting will lead to life!" This is the thought of Leng Qianfeng and Bu Jingxian. From this point, it can be seen that Wuhen is not as good as these two mentally.
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Sensing the change in Wuhen's mood, Leng Qianfeng retreated and killed a man in black, skillfully avoiding the attack of the old man in black robe.
"Junior Brother Wuhen, maybe the power inside the door will arrive in the next second!" Leng Qianfeng shouted coldly. He knew that if Wuhen had desperate thoughts at this moment, the three of them would definitely die here today.
"The power inside the door?" His eyes lit up, and Wuhen's attack became fierce again. However, after a few moments, the spiritual energy in his body was only less than 10%.
The speed of swinging the sword became slower and slower, the three people had more and more sword marks on their bodies, and more and more corpses were lying on the ground. In the void, it seemed that only four old men in black robes and five men in black were left.
Compared to the embarrassed appearance of the Wuhen three, the black-robed old man's side was also in the same condition, with sword marks all over their bodies.
Falling towards the ground, the three of them took a few steps back. When they caught a glimpse of the four old men in black robes and the men in black who were surrounding them, all three of them felt powerless.
"Aren't you here yet?" Wuhen murmured softly as he raised his head and cast his eyes on the sky.
However, as if responding to Wuhen, several sharp blasts of wind sounded in the sky.
Several sharp blasts of wind sounded in the sky, and several figures emerged.
After concentrating their gazes, Wuhen and the others also looked towards the horizon expectantly, expecting to see the Sword God Sect's helping hand.
However, when his eyes touched the black robe, Wuhen's expression changed instantly, and he was clearly a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man had an extremely rough appearance, and his body was filled with a palpitating aura. Behind this middle-aged man were two men in black.
The aura of these three people was almost the same as that of the old man in black robe in front of them. Needless to say, Wuhen and the others also expected something. Instead of waiting for their own help, they instead waited for the other party's backup.
On the contrary, several old men in black robes breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Wuhen and others with a little ridicule in their eyes.
Although the middle-aged man's cultivation level is not as stable as that of the black-robed elders, and he is vaguely only at the third level of the Spirit Emperor Realm, when he spoke to the black-robed elders, he was extremely rude: "Quickly solve it!"
Hearing this, several people nodded slightly and approached Wuhen and the others again.
Thunderous footsteps sounded, and every time they took a step, the foot seemed to step on the hearts of Wuhen and the others.
Above the void, the cold auras of the three middle-aged men also locked tightly onto Wuhen. As long as Wuhen and the others made a slight move, they would be greeted by a fierce offensive like a storm.
"As long as you persist for another half moment, the strong man inside the door will come!" Wuhen seemed to comfort himself again. In response, Leng Qianfeng and Bu Jingxian also nodded slightly, and the three of them leaned together.
Whoosh! As the long swords of several men in black fell, for a moment, the dilapidated mountain village was filled with sword shadows.
A fight was going on again. With the help of the three middle-aged people, the situation of Wuhen and others became even more dangerous.
There were more and more sword marks, and a feeling of depression and anger spread in the hearts of several people. As the chief disciples, Wuhen and the others had never been in such a mess.
Bang bang! A burst of energy hit Wuhen's chest. Wuhen's figure staggered back a few steps, and his long hair was draped messily on his shoulders.
Looking at the two old men in black robes who were approaching again, Wuhen's eyes also showed a hint of madness. He forced himself to hold back the pain in his meridians and fought with the two old men in black robes again.
The shadow of killing shrouded the entire night sky, just like the dark night, which lingered for a long time.
Sometimes despair and sometimes unwillingness spread in the hearts of the three Wuhen people.
The swords swung were no longer as sharp as before. Wuhen and the others found that the speed of their sword swings was getting slower and slower, and it was becoming more and more difficult.
Looking desperately at the blurry shadow of Sword God Mountain on the horizon, Wuhen sighed slightly, is he going to die here today?
With a sword, he was forced back by two old men in black robes. Wuhen rolled around on the ground several times in a panic, and his white clothes were stained with blood.
Whoosh! A soft voice sounded amidst the roaring sound of the wind all around.
Immediately afterwards, its sharp explosion sounded in the sky, and two figures crossed the sky like rainbows and shot towards here.
Seeing this, Wuhen's face changed slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the sky. Could it be a helping hand?
The arrival of the middle-aged man previously undoubtedly shattered the thoughts of Wuhen and others, but at this moment, Wuhen couldn't help but become confused.
The sound of explosions came from far away, and the two figures gradually became clearer, one beautiful and the other thin.
The beautiful silhouette is like the blooming snow lotus, and the thin figure is like the green pine on the cliff. The two figures stand side by side.
His pupils suddenly shrank, and when Wuhen's gaze fell on that beautiful figure, he no longer looked away, and a look of ecstasy emerged like a tide.
Leng Qianfeng and Bu Jingxian also had expressions of ecstasy on their faces, they knew that figure.
The two people standing in the sky are naturally Ye Shaohan and Liu Yuehong. They were originally waiting for people from other peaks to send messages at the stronghold, but they didn't see anyone for a long time, and the fluctuation was so big this time, so the two people headed towards
Came here this time.
Looking indifferently at the people below, Ye Shaohan put his hands behind his back, glanced lightly below, and then moved away.
There were pools of blood and corpses everywhere, and the snowflakes falling on the ground were directly melted by the hot blood. Looking at the tragic scene below, Liu Yuehong couldn't help but have a complex look on her face that Ye Shaohan couldn't understand.
"Yuehong, you're here just in time, help us kill these men in black!" Wuhen exclaimed after wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
As soon as he finished speaking, the offensive of several black-robed old men around him became more and more fierce, obviously intending to kill Wuhen and others before Liu Yuehong took action.
"The three of them are the ones who sent messages from other peaks this time!" Liu Yuehong said softly: "Let's take action!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan looked at the embarrassed figures below with deep meaning, shook his head slightly, and said calmly: "Why do you want to take action!"
Having said this, Ye Shaohan directly took off the white porcelain pot from his waist and drank by himself quite comfortably.
So what about Wuhen's life and death? Why did Ye Shaohan save him!
"We are all disciples of the Sword God Sect. Now that our fellow sect is in danger, we should help!" Liu Yuehong said softly, frowning slightly.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly: "Sometimes, you need a reason to kill someone, but don't you need a reason to save someone?"
A look of astonishment emerged, Liu Yuehong glanced at Ye Shaohan complicatedly, sighed slightly, took a few steps with her feet, and jumped out, jumping downwards.
However, before she had even taken a few steps, three figures blocked Liu Yuehong's path.
A violent attack swept in like a storm. The three middle-aged people were all very strong in cultivation. With their combined strength, it seemed extremely difficult for Liu Yuehong to cope with it.
Seeing Liu Yuehong being blocked, Wuhen and others felt their hearts sink, and they couldn't help but feel resentful toward Ye Shaohan.
People! Sometimes we just feel too good about ourselves. As Ye Shaohan said, why did he save Wuhen and others?
Liu Yuehong's cultivation has not yet broken through to the False Spirit Sect Realm, but is only at the peak of the Spirit Emperor Realm. Normally, Liu Yuehong would have been extremely easy to deal with one of the people in front of her, but when facing three people at the same time, she felt it was tricky.
The sword energy was everywhere, and the originally dilapidated village was turned into a ruin.
The screams around her gradually dissipated, replaced by the whistle of the sword. After a few breaths, Liu Yuehong's face turned a little pale, which was obviously the result of excessive use of spiritual energy.
Shaking slightly, Liu Yuehong dodged the three men's attacks in a rather embarrassed manner.
For a moment, the situation at the scene completely shifted to the side of the man in black. No matter how Wuhen and others resisted, they could not get rid of this ending.