The sword glowed brightly, gathering thousands of sword shadows.
Combined with the use of Dragon and Phoenix Divine Sense, it is enough to fight against any ordinary seventh-level True Immortal in the early stage.
However, something strange happened. Swallowed by the red banner, the sword shadow was extinguished and the sword moves collapsed.
Like a stone sinking into the sea, no waves can rise.
"How?"
Suning couldn't believe it, but soon realized something.
That piece of red cloth, including the bronze mirror used by the dwarf, should all be low-grade immortal weapons.
At least it's low-grade, maybe even in the mid-grade category.
Suning was convinced, and after figuring out the key point, he had mixed feelings and said: "Zeng Zechi, Zeng Zechi, as expected, you still want to avenge your sect members who died in Leyang City."
"There are a total of sixteen casual cultivators in this batch, all of whom are at the seventh level of True Immortal."
"If I fight alone, no one will be my opponent."
"However, forming a formation of eight people, two by two, is a balance that I cannot break at the moment."
"Your ultimate goal is to force me to use my trump card to protect myself."
"As you said, when all your cards are finally exhausted, your Xueqing Immortal Palace has an endless supply of dead men."
"Take their lives with me in exchange for life-saving means, ha..."
Gritting his teeth, Suning clenched the bright yellow talisman in his palm, reluctant to part with it, and hesitated.
He saw through Zeng Zechi's plan and knew his ulterior motives, but there was nothing he could do.
The full blow of a seventeenth-grade True Immortal card can indeed kill this group of inconspicuous dead warriors in an instant, but what about next?
It takes three months, a full ninety days, to return to the Wuchen Fairyland.
How many waves of pursuers will there be?
One wave after another, Suning could barely deal with sixteen or seventeen waves.
In addition to Shao Fei's life-saving trump card, what if the two are added together to calculate thirty waves?
If you can't escape, even having a hundred life-saving talismans is useless.
Distraught and seeing that the road ahead was about to be blocked, Suning knew that if he continued to delay like this, he would be in a dead end.
The longer it is delayed, the greater the damage will be to him.
The most urgent task is to find a way to cut off Zeng Zechi's pursuit.
The other party knew clearly that he was anxious to return to Wuchen Fairyland, and the route was almost on the table.
Unless he can do the opposite and create doubts, there will be no peace on this journey.
Thinking about this, Suning no longer struggled, and slowly released his clenched right fist.
"puff."
The open flame was slightly bright, and the talisman rose into the sky.
After a minute, the void in this area returned to calm.
The sixteen pursuers of the seventh-level True Immortal cultivators died and disappeared without even leaving their bodies.
Suning stepped back onto the Dream Boat with Shao Fei at the helm, her face as gloomy as water, extremely ugly.
Undoubtedly, he lost in the first game of their first confrontation.
Defeated by Zeng Zechi's public announcement, he had no choice.
"Junior brother, these two low-grade immortal weapons are quite interesting. Can we each take one?"
Shao Fei played with the bronze mirror left by the dwarf and the red flag and said: "It is not a low-grade immortal weapon made by orthodox craftsmanship. It has a bit of a demon cultivator flavor in it."
"Well, you have no shortage of attack options, but defense is your shortcoming."
"How about I give you the red bunting and the bronze mirror?"
Seemingly discussing, Shao Fei put the bronze mirror into the Qiankun bag with a smile on his face and said: "No wonder the Ninth Junior Brother said that it's time to get rich by killing people and setting fires. If you pick up two low-grade immortal artifacts casually, who will get rich if we don't get rich?"
Suning didn't respond, nor did he pick up the red bunting sent by Shao Fei.
He looked into the distance with worried eyes, and said in a tone that could not be refused: "Fifth Senior Brother, escaping like this is really the worst of the worst, and extremely stupid."
"We can't go on any longer. We have to divide our forces into two groups."
"If it disrupts Zeng Zechi's line of sight, the return route must be changed immediately."
"If you can't go north, then go west or east."
"I will take Yuhe to the west, and you will pretend to be me and go to the east."
"It takes as long as you can, it's always safer than three people staying together."
Shao Fei was dumbfounded and said: "Have you ever thought that it will take us longer to return to the Wuchen Fairyland?"
"Three months turned into five months, maybe more."
Suning said in a deep voice: "As long as I can go back, what's the point of taking a longer time?"
"Or, can I give you a few more trump cards to protect you?"
