Before she could react, the four silver-robed priests chose to self-destruct. In her haste, she had no time to escape and could only let out a scream.
Ling Chuxi also heard E Shulan's scream. She wished that this extreme woman would be shocked to death, but she had no interest in being buried with her.
An extremely powerful but extremely chaotic air flow swallowed up several people in the blink of an eye, and the dust and sand filled the sky like dark clouds rolling over the ground.
Under the tremendous force, Ling Chuxi broke away from Huangfu Qingjue's arms, rolling helplessly like a boat in the wind and rain, while their fingers were still tightly interlocked.
Time, space, and mind are all in chaos, only the pain coming from the body is still so clear.
Finally, a ray of sunlight appeared in front of my eyes. It was a little dim, but it looked so bright at this time.
The dust fell in all directions, and Ling Chuxi stood up with difficulty with the help of Huangfu Qingjue. Both of them were covered in bruises and looked at each other, but they both showed understanding smiles.
They finally worked together again and survived the disaster.
Ling Chuxi was running the technique, and the master's vitality circulated in the meridians of the two people, quickly healing the injuries.
Finally, the dust settled, and the two of them saw that the place where they fought before was as smooth as ever. Even the self-destructions of the four late-stage masters could not damage the ground beneath their feet, and the temple not far away still stood.
"Where's E Shulan? Such a powerful self-destruction should be able to blow her to pieces, right?" Ling Chuxi looked expectantly towards where E Shulan was just now.
The result was disappointing to her. She saw E Shulan with disheveled hair, ragged clothes, and a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Although he looked miserable, he did not die as she had hoped.
The golden-robed priest was sitting cross-legged in front of her, looking a little embarrassed, but it was obvious that he was not injured.
Ling Chuxi and Huangfu Qingjue's hearts sank at the same time. After such a powerful self-destruction, this golden-robed priest was still safe and sound. His strength was too terrifying.
If they were in their heyday, they might still have a chance to deal with him. But now Huangfu Qingjue has just burned her essence and blood to use the field, and her strength has been greatly damaged. Ling Chuxi was also injured when she used the Sword Heart Breaking Soul Technique. Even her vitality
It has a miraculous healing effect, but it is difficult to recover even for a while.
"Ling Chuxi, I didn't expect that even the four silver-robed priests were no match for you. However, in front of the golden-robed priests, you have no chance of survival, not at all." E Shulan gritted her teeth and said to Ling Chuxi.
He said, and then said to the golden-robed priest, "Priest, please take action."
The golden-robed priest nodded, stood up, and walked towards Ling Chuxi and Ling Chuxi step by step, his eyes still blank.
His body is slender, his old face is gentle and elegant, and passing by with the wind is like stepping on the clouds, giving people a sense of transcendence and detachment from the world, and at the same time, it also gives people a heavy pressure that cannot be overcome.
Finally, the golden-robed priest came closer and drew out his long sword. The sword was ancient and vigorous, with a hint of righteousness and awe-inspiringness.
Ling Chuxi didn't know what the identity of this golden-robed priest was before, but she was definitely a highly respected expert and famous person. Unfortunately, she was hurt by the temple and lost herself.
The golden-robed priest moved his arm slightly and struck Ling Chuxi and the two with his sword.
This sword, with a light cloud and clear wind, seemed to be just a wave of the sword, but it contained an extremely mysterious meaning of heaven and earth, even half inferior to the ancient powerful men Ling Chuxi encountered in the meteorite.
Ling Chuxi's face changed drastically. The strength and sword power of this golden-robed priest were difficult for even masters like Ye Wentian to compare with. Among the people Ling Chuxi had ever seen, only Gongsun Yuan could compare with him.
It's a pity that Gongsun Yuan has disappeared to nowhere now.
Ling Chuxi gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on the Luochen Sword. Even if she knew she was defeated, she would never sit back and wait for death.
Huangfu Qingjue shook Ling Chuxi's hand and raised his sword. Although he knew that he would be seriously injured if he used the field again and would not be able to help Ling Chuxi repair the ancient formation in the short term, he couldn't care less at this time.
.
The long sword of the golden-robed priest seemed to be fired at random, but it was just in front of them in an instant. Just when Ling Chuxi and the two were about to fight with all their strength, a silver light flew over and blocked the golden-robed priest.
of a sword.
As soon as the sword energy swayed, a man in white was so shocked that he took a few steps back and stood in front of Ling Chuxi and the other two.
"Master!" Ling Chuxi exclaimed.
The man who came to save them turned out to be Mu Liufeng!