At this moment, Su Qiye's heart seemed to be touched.
Is this the feeling of being protected?
However, Su Qiye didn't have time to think too much at this time.
Because the surrounding enemies had already arrived, arrows continued to pierce the dark night sky.
The battle breaks out!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Wang Churan used his sword skills to cut off the incoming arrows.
But at the same time, there were several figures rushing towards Wang Churan.
The sword's light shone brightly, and it went straight to kill her.
"Be careful!" Su Qiye shouted.
He stepped on the trace steps and rushed out.
The Chixiao Sword in his hand kept slashing out with sword techniques.
Fiery Slash!
Several sword lights like red flames blasted out.
Kill the person closest to Wang Churan and fly him away.
It was a seventh-level martial arts master with very strong combat power.
However, he did not expect that Su Qiye's burst of power was so powerful.
At first, when he received Su Qiye's sword, he didn't take it seriously.
But the moment he made contact, this guy instantly understood how powerful this sword was.
Bang!
The whole person was sent flying in response to the sound, and a huge boulder was directly smashed into pieces.
"puff!"
Through a glimmer of light, you can see that this guy is coughing up blood and his face is extremely pale.
Although Wang Churan is only at the extreme level of the ninth-grade great martial artist, his fighting ability is not weak at all.
Ding! Ding!
Catching the sword blows from each of them, Qian Qianyu turned her hand and slapped the sword blade of one of them.
The huge force acted on him, causing the man to take several steps backward.
Chi!
Then Wang Churan stabbed out with his sword, causing the monk's expression to change greatly.
puff!
With a muffled sound, Wang Churan's thin sword pierced directly into the man's chest, and blood sprayed out.
A war broke out between the two sides.
At this moment, Lin Qingshan wanted to come over to help Su Qiye and Wang Churan.
But two figures appeared in front of him, blocking his way.
"Lin Qingshan, where do you want to go?" A cold laughter sounded.
I saw a middle-aged man in a light blue robe, playing with a dart in his hand. His smile gave people a very ferocious look.
The other person was wearing some light yellow clothes, holding a dark sword in his hand, exuding a terrifying aura.
"Lingjian Sect, He Fang! Song Qian!" When Lin Qingshan looked at the two of them, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.
"For such a big battle, just for the three of us, Lingjian Sect is really willing to spend money!" Lin Qingshan said coldly.
"The peak master of the seventh peak of the Tianxuan Sect, the number one enemy of our Lingjian Sect, and the first daughter of the seventh peak. No matter which one is killed, it is a great achievement!"
Opposite, the man in a light blue robe, He Fang, sneered.
"Lao He, stop talking nonsense with him and quickly carry his three heads back to receive the reward." Song Qian, who was wearing light yellow clothes, said impatiently.
This guy couldn't wait any longer and wanted to kill Lin Qingshan and the other three right now.
After the words fell, the two people burst out in a terrifying atmosphere.
Ninth-grade Martial Master Realm!
Lin Qingshan's eyes narrowed, and a sense of solemnity emerged in his heart.
Two Ninth-Rank Martial Master Realm!
He was not afraid of himself, but worried about Su Qiye and Wang Churan.
People from the Lingjian Sect dared to send two ninth-level Martial Masters to hunt him.
Then, the people who are hunting Su Qiye and Wang Churan will naturally not be weak.
Fighting broke out again.
call out!
A dart shot straight towards Lin Qingshan's brow.
The speed is very fast, and it also carries a violent and sharp aura.
Lin Qingshan raised his sword and struck out.
bite!
The long sword slashed the dart away directly.
At the same time, Song Qian's sword light had also struck, catching Lin Qingshan a little off guard.
A battle broke out between the two sides, and the terrifying aftermath of the air waves sent the surrounding gravel and soil flying in all directions.
The situation of Su Qiye and Wang Churan was not optimistic either. They were surrounded by more than a dozen Martial Sect Realm experts.
"They are all Martial Masters of the sixth grade and above!" Wang Churan said solemnly.
Su Qiye stood in front of Wang Churan, shielding him from the martial arts monks from the Spirit Sword Sect who were rushing in front of him.
"Boy, just surrender and capture him. This way you can live a little longer." Opposite Su Qiye, a middle-aged man sneered.
This guy has a long scar on his face, and he is particularly scary when he smiles. His ferocious look can scare adults to tears.
Moreover, this guy's cultivation level is not low, reaching the eighth-level Wuzong realm.
Although Su Qiye has already reached the tenth level of the Great Martial Master Realm, the gap between the two realms is still a bit big.
Even if Su Qiye fights with him, it will be difficult to gain the upper hand without using his sword.
At the same time, there were four or five people standing next to the scarred man, all holding swords and showing sarcastic sneers.
In their view, Su Qiye was just like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"This girl is really good-looking. Her beauty is not an exaggeration to describe as stunning. Come here and let me have a good time!" Another man, who was relatively skinny and thin, laughed evilly.
This guy stared at Wang Churan and licked his lips in a very obscene way.
When Wang Churan saw this guy and heard those unpleasant words, he immediately became angry.
"snort!"
She snorted coldly and rushed out to fuck him.
But Su Qiye stretched out his hand and stopped him.
"I'll kill him for you!" Su Qiye didn't want Wang Churan to take the risk.
Because there were four or five people on the opposite side, all of whom were not weak in strength, and there were martial arts monks from the Spirit Sword Sect on both sides and behind them.
If Wang Churan rushed out at this time, he would definitely be surrounded.
"I will kill one of them immediately later, and you rush out! Don't worry about me!" Su Qiye whispered in Wang Churan's ear.
Wang Churan's jade ears felt the warm breath exhaled by Su Qiye when he spoke, and his whole body trembled suddenly, feeling a numbness like an electric shock sweeping through his body.
By the time she reacted, Su Qiye had already walked out.
Each one of them had a sword, and he said to the eighth-level martial sect: "There are so many of you, we can't escape, so let's do this, you compete with me, and if I lose, I will let you do whatever you want.
How about she belongs to you too?"
Hearing Su Qiye's words, the smile of the eighth-grade martial sect opposite him became even colder.
"Boy, your life is in our hands now, why should we agree to it? Even if we don't compete with you, you will die!"
Faced with the rejection, Su Qiye was not angry, but instead laughed.
"Really? Why do you sound afraid to me? Are you afraid that you will lose in the hands of a young man like me? Are you afraid that your face will be disgraced if you lose?"
Seeing Su Qiye's smile, the scar-faced man was immediately stunned.
Because he felt that his companion beside him seemed to glance at him.
"Fart, little bastard, am I afraid of you? Let's do it!" The scar-faced man was so stimulated by Su Qiye that he immediately agreed.
At the same time, this guy also said to his companions: "Don't interfere with any of you, I will kill this kid myself and teach him how to behave!"
On the spot, he had to open up his stance and compete with Su Qiye.