As soon as Axiang stretched out her hand, she put it on the back of Wanyan Wulei who was flying behind her. With a casual move, Axiang removed the impact from Wanyan Wulei's body.
After Wanyan Wulei steadied herself in mid-air, a faint trace of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She has not been injured for many years. She didn't expect to be injured under the wind-eroded snow today. However, her injuries were not serious. It was just the impact of the huge energy just now that caused the blood and blood in her body to surge. She couldn't suppress it for a moment, and the corners of her mouth...
Only a faint trace of blood spilled out.
The situation of Feng Xiexue was not much better than that of Wan Yan Wu Lei. Since no one helped him to absorb the impact, he flew back for more than thirty feet before he stabilized his body. Although he did not vomit blood, his face was extremely expressionless.
He was pale, obviously trying his best to suppress the violent qi and blood in his body.
The surrounding battlefields are still fighting, and there are casualties on both sides, but in general, the wizards have the upper hand. After all, there are many people, and they are all elites. They are also proficient in the witchcraft of southern Xinjiang, and they can fight for less than two sticks.
During the time of Xiang, more than half of the five hundred Taixu monks had been lost, and the southern Xinjiang wizards had also lost at least three to four hundred people.
Axiang said calmly: "I have a personal grudge with him, leave it to me, and you can deal with other people."
Wanyan Wutei was stunned for a moment. The voice was a bit strange. It was not spoken out loud, but seemed to come directly from her own soul.
The powerful impact he had just now was easily neutralized by this masked wizard in white robes. Wan Yanwu knew that this wizard's cultivation was not trivial.
It's just that the voice that rings in my soul seems to sound young.
She said: "Who are you? Which clan of wizards are you? This person's cultivation has reached the realm of gods and humans. You are no match for him. Retreat quickly and I will deal with him."
A Xiang had no intention of talking to Wan Yan Wu Tears at all, and walked forward as if strolling in the void. Looking at the pale Feng Xiexue opposite, her voice slowly sounded.
He said: "You high-minded heavenly beings claim to be the gods who rule the three realms. Are you really gods? If I remember correctly, you are Feng Xiexue. Why do you dare to come to the human world again?"
Her voice was clearly heard in Feng Xioxue's ears on the violent battlefield.
Feng Xiexue's face was as gloomy as ice and said: "Who are you?"
Ah Xiang said: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you have forgotten the sword of Mu Chuzi at the foot of Huangshan Mountain. Back then, you knelt down and begged for mercy, but Mu Chuzi didn't kill you. At that time, you swore never to come to the world again.
You broke your oath, you die today."
After hearing the three words Mu Chuzi, Feng Xiuxue's expression was wonderful.
He had experienced the catastrophe that lasted 24,000 years in the human world. Like Baihua Fairy, he was the last batch of reinforcements sent by the Heavenly Realm to the lower realm at that time. He did not stay in the human world for long before he was defeated and retreated to the Heavenly Realm. He only participated in one battle.
, which is at the foot of Huangshan Mountain.
At that time, his cultivation level was in the realm of Lingji, and he was considered a first-class master in the three realms. However, a little girl from the Maoshan sect used a golden dragon talisman to beat him all over the ground, and he was also stabbed in the chest with a sword.
After the Battle of Huangshan, he was seriously injured and was sent back to Heaven to recuperate as a wounded soldier, and did not participate in the subsequent decisive battle of Shushan.
He did not participate in the catastrophe that occurred in the human world for six thousand years. This time, he thought that so many years had passed and no one in the world would remember that he knelt down at the foot of Huangshan Mountain to beg for mercy, so he entered the world again.
I never imagined that after more than 20,000 years, how could anyone still remember that incident?
He said coldly: "Who are you? Are you Mu Chuzi? Impossible! Mu Chuzi has died long ago! Who are you?"
No one answered him.
The red blood sword went up against the sky, and a small flame was quickly stretched to form a long line of fire, slashing towards the wind-eroded snow.
Feng Xiexue's face changed wildly, and he turned around to run away. Suddenly, ninety-nine silver needles shot out of the air and sped towards him.
The wind corroded the snow, his liver and gallbladder were split, and he lost his voice and said: "Tianluo needle?"
He thought that this mysterious man was related to Mu Chuzi in the past. Now he just wanted to escape. He threw the long stick mixed with gold into the air. The stick turned out to be like the Ruyi Golden Cudgel of the Monkey King.
A long stick of one foot and one foot turned into a giant pillar more than ten feet long and five feet thick.
Bang bang...
All the ninety-nine silver needles hit the giant pillar with bright rays of light. The next moment, the giant pillar swept towards Miss Axiang with the force of thunder.
The red blood sword in Axiang's hand was slashed casually, and a red light burst out from the blade and struck the giant pillar that was sweeping forward.
With a loud and ear-piercing sound, the giant pillar was chopped down and quickly transformed back into its original one-foot-long stick.
The giant pillar disappeared, and Feng Xiexue had fled more than a hundred feet away. Many wizards saw that this person was about to run away, and they controlled the magic weapons to hit him.
However, why is Feng Xiexue's cultivation so high? How can these souls and wizards in the out-of-body realm easily hurt him?
He slapped his palms several times in a row, not only knocking away all the magic weapons he hit, but also four or five young wizards who were swept away by the wind of his palms and fell from the air with a scream.
Feng Xiexue's cultivation level was too high, so he broke out of the encirclement without much effort in the melee, galloped towards the northwest, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Not only did he abandon his magic weapon, the mixed gold long stick,
There were also more than two hundred monks from the Taixu Department who were fighting hard, but he also abandoned them.
Axiang didn't chase him. He looked at Feng Xiexue who was escaping, and said secretly in his heart: "The law of wind really has a way of escaping. It can run faster than a rabbit. I will kill you next time."
Then she grabbed it with her palm, and the long stick was sucked into her palm.
She took a look and said happily to herself: "What a good thing, I have another artifact-level trophy! As long as I erase the soul mark of the wind-corroded snow on the stick, this artifact will be mine.
"
As expected of a descendant of the evil god, she loves to collect treasures most. She plucks the hair of geese and leaves skins on animals. Her greedy character seems to be even worse than that of her ancestor, the evil god. She cannot see the treasures. As soon as she sees them, her first thought is
Just get it and hide it under your bed.
Just do it, regardless of the fierce fighting around you, cast a spell on the mixed gold long stick in mid-air, a dark blue light enveloped the mixed gold long stick, the weapon spirit of the mixed gold long stick seemed to be resisting this invasion
The energy exudes a dark golden luster.
As a result, the black-gold luster was quickly suppressed by the black-green light, and after a while, the entire gold-mixed long stick disappeared.
Wanyan Wutear on the side was dumbfounded. With her experience and experience, she naturally knew what the little girl in white robe was doing just now. She was erasing the soul imprint of the previous owner of the golden long stick magic weapon. Now the long stick magic weapon was corroded by wind and snow.
It has become hers.
However, what surprised Wanyan Wu Lei the most was that Feng Xioxue, who had a higher level of cultivation than himself, was so frightened by this little girl who sounded like she was only ten years old that she ran away like a bereaved dog.
What is the origin of this little wizard in white robe who suddenly appears?
