The leader of the Jingjue Clan ignored the noisy casual cultivators around him. He just stared at Zhang Xiu Niang and said with a hint of ridicule:
"Why, could it be that the three great six men of the Yunchuan Alliance don't have the guts to fight?"
Zhang Xiuniang snorted coldly, squeezed the sword secret in her hand, and the long sword behind her made a clear and sonorous sound. Before the long sword was unsheathed, layers of cold sword intent spread to the surroundings.¤
The casual cultivators near the high platform felt their bodies go cold, and an overwhelming chill penetrated their hearts. Those with lower cultivation levels couldn't help but take a step back.
The face of the leader of the Jingjue clan also changed slightly, but after the hesitation in his eyes disappeared, he quickly regained his composure.
"Since the clan leader wants to decide by fighting, of course the little girl will accompany him to the end. However, the other two spiritual masters of our Yunchuan Alliance have important matters at the moment and it is not convenient to take action. You Jingjue clan chooses the strongest one, and
A little girl's one-on-one fight is enough." Zhang Xiu Niang said in a deep voice.
"Hey, if something happens to your people, you can't blame me. We, the Jingjue clan, will do what we say, and we will not change the three to three that we said. If you human clan can't call out three people, then it will be up to fellow Daoist Zhang to do it.
, Let’s fight one against three.” The leader of the Jingjue Clan rolled his blue eyes, as if he had guessed something, and after letting out a ferocious laugh, he said very arrogantly.
As soon as he finished speaking, three figures in black robes flew out of the crowd behind him without saying a word and rushed towards Zhang Xiu Niang on the high platform.
"you……"
Zhang Xiu Niang's pretty face changed and she didn't bother to question the leader of the Jingjue clan. She flicked her sleeves and suddenly a roaring sound began. A hurricane rolled out wildly. The young man and other monks in the spiritual apprenticeship stage had no power to resist. They were all swept away by the hurricane.
It was rolled upside down and flew off the high platform.
Soon enough, the man in black robes flying at the front was already glowing with green water. He grabbed hold of the air with one hand and condensed it into a big blue hand several feet in size, with five fingers divided into two.
Caught it.
The sound breaks through the air loudly!
Before the big hand could really fall, a surge of coercion came, and the entire high platform shook violently and almost collapsed.
Zhang Xiuniang's face was solemn. The person who took action should be at the peak of the late stage of condensation, and the other two were also mid-stage condensation cultivators.
As a sword cultivator, there is no problem with one-on-two. But it would be a bit difficult for one-on-three.
She shouted softly and moved her hand, and the white sword on her back appeared in her hand.
With a sword in hand, Zhang Xiu Niang immediately exuded an extremely sharp aura. With the sword skills in her other hand, the long white sword in her hand emitted streaks of extremely sharp white sword aura. Then the white light around her body flourished, and her feet rippled.
A huge white sword appeared in her hand out of thin air.
The whole set of movements was so skillful that it seemed like flowing clouds and flowing water. Liu Ming in the audience couldn't help but feel moved when he saw it. At the same time, another cold and silver figure appeared in his mind.
Following Zhang Xiu Niang's sweet scolding, she waved her jade hand, and the white giant sword blurred, slashing towards the palm of the big green hand that was approaching.
There was a soft pop!
The big green hand seemed to have no resistance. It was cut in half from the middle and disappeared suddenly.
However, the white giant sword also trembled slightly. Zhang Xiu Niang's delicate body swayed and flew into the air. She looked at the man in black robes with bright watery hands and shouted sharply:
"You are not from the Jingjue Clan, you are monks from the Sea Clan!"
The man in black robe sneered and did not reply. A green light flashed in his hand, and a palm-sized green Falun appeared.
As a magic weapon sank in, the green light above the Falun shone brightly, and seven or eight feet-long green anacondas flew out of it and rushed towards Zhang Xiu Niang.
The other two men in black robes had already taken the opportunity to get behind Zhang Xiu Niang. One of them had taken out a pair of silver short spears at some point, and the other had taken out a rare dark green giant hammer.
The two of them surrounded Zhang Xiu Niang from two directions.
The Hai tribe wielding the short spear muttered something, waved his hand, and the two short spears shot out, turned into two silver spears, and slashed at Zhang Xiu Niang.
There was a thunderclap sound on the giant hammer in the hand of another sea tribe, and green arcs of electricity appeared on it.
The hammer-wielding sea tribe shouted loudly and swung the giant hammer violently. Countless green arcs shot out from it. After a moment of condensation, they turned into a ball of green thunderballs, tearing the air and bombarding Zhang Xiu Niang.
The attacks of the three sea tribes came to Zhang Xiu Niang almost at the same time, sandwiching her in the middle with the force of their horns, making it impossible to avoid them.
Zhang Xiuniang took a deep breath, waved her hand and executed several sword techniques. The white sword flew to her head and circled quickly.
White sword energy surged down like a waterfall, wrapping around her body and spinning around, forming a white light curtain of sword energy.
Rumble!
The attacks of the three sea tribesmen hit the white sword aura light curtain. The white sword curtain was shaken violently. Several layers of sword aura were penetrated and the white sword curtain almost collapsed.
Zhang Xiu Niang's body trembled and her face turned pale. However, she took a deep breath, opened her mouth and spat out a few mouthfuls of pure magic power. She flexed and stretched her long white fingers to form a rather mysterious hand seal.
A layer of dazzling light suddenly appeared on the white long sword, and a thick and dazzling white sword energy emerged, and it quickly rotated and cut around her body.
There was a loud sound of tearing gold and silk!
Several large green pythons and the green thunderball were immediately crushed to pieces. The silver swords formed by a pair of short spears were also shrunk by the sword energy. The surface was dim, and it was obvious that their spirituality was a little damaged.
Seeing Zhang Xiu Niang's momentum, the expressions of the three sea clans suddenly changed. The two sea clansmen in the late stage of condensation glanced at the leader of the sea clan holding the Falun, and there was a hint of hesitation on their faces.
Come forward.
At this moment, Zhang Xiu Niang's face turned pale and she opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Kill her!"
The Shouhai clan member was overjoyed and roared. The three of them rushed forward again, aiming at their spiritual weapons and firing spells one after another while muttering something in their mouths.
"You... are despicable! Three against one, how can you count!"
The low-level monks of the Yunchuan Alliance who were pushed off the high platform by Zhang Xiu Niang finally stood up and saw Zhang Xiu Niang being surrounded by three people in mid-air. One of the monks from the Blood River Palace shouted angrily at the Jing Jue tribe.
The leader of the Jingjue tribe cast a contemptuous glance at the low-level monks of the Yunchuan Alliance, without any intention of paying attention.
"Stop talking!" The Tianyue Sect young man stopped the roaring Blood River Temple monk.
"These Jingjue Clan have surrendered to the Sea Clan. They have no intention of giving us a fair fight. In a battle of this level, we can't get involved at all. Go and call the bloody master uncle to come over." The silver-robed young man said in a low voice.
The face of the Blood River Temple monk changed, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but then he quickly ran towards the attic at the back.
The actions of the silver-robed young man were noticed by the leader of the Jingjue clan, but he didn't care at all.
He has a definite source of information. A total of three spiritual masters have been sent from Yunchuan Continent this time. One has been kidnapped by the Hai Clan, and the other is practicing in seclusion. Only Zhang Xiu Niang is responsible here.
Although he is a swordsman who is at the peak of the late stage of liquid condensation, he is a bit troublesome, but he is also injured now.
As for the other Yunchuan Alliance disciples in the spiritual disciple stage, there is nothing to worry about.
The casual cultivators around them who are following the wind are not worth mentioning. Although there are one or two liquid condensation stage spiritual masters, they do not dare to openly compete with the powerful Sea Clan.
As long as Zhang Xiuniang is captured and killed, and the human race's power on Shuang'ao Island is destroyed, I believe that the senior officials of the Hai Clan, even that Lord, will be very satisfied with the Jingjue Clan.
Maybe, when that gentleman is happy, he will put the entire Shuang'ao Island under his jurisdiction, and then...
The leader of the Jingjue Clan was thinking excitedly, and couldn't help but look at the four figures making fierce collisions in the air, and frowned.
In mid-air, Zhang Xiu Niang was surrounded by three sea tribesmen. Although she was in danger, her face showed determination. Apparently she could still persevere.
Seeing that they were still unable to capture Zhang Xiu Niang, the leader of the Sea Clan, who was at the peak of the Condensation Stage, suddenly showed a look of anxiety on his face. He threw the green Falun in his hand into the air and muttered something. He pointed solemnly with one hand.
A streak of blood spurted out from his finger and disappeared into the Falun in a flash.
A burst of bright green light appeared above the Falun. The light flashed and turned into a huge green python ten feet tall.
This giant python is different from the mana transformation just now. It is as if it is a real entity. The green light flashes in the snake's eyes, the body coils for a while, and a layer of green flame emerges on the surface.
The Sea Clan monk gasped. It was obvious that using this method consumed a lot of his mana, and he waved his hand to create a magic spell.
The green giant python's body blurred, and the next moment it suddenly rushed in front of Zhang Xiu Niang, opened its mouth wide, and suddenly spurted out a piece of green flames. At the same time, the snake's tail swung, like a huge steel whip, and whipped towards Zhang Xiu Niang.
Zhang Xiu Niang was currently using her sword control skills, fighting fiercely with two other sea tribesmen. Seeing this, a light flashed in her eyes, she let out a sweet drink, and the white flying sword shot back and landed in her hand.
A white sword shadow several feet long emerged from her body, and the next moment it exploded, turning into countless white sword energy and shooting out in all directions.
And Zhang Xiu Niang's figure strangely disappeared without a trace in the sword energy.
The green giant python was hit by more than ten sword energy, and there were deep wounds on the snake's body, but strangely not a drop of blood was shed, and it screamed in pain.
The leader of the Hai clan had a look of astonishment on his face.
Among the crowd below, Liu Ming raised his eyebrows, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
The next moment, a white light flashed beside the Hai clan who was driving the short spear, and the figure of Zhang Xiu Niang suddenly appeared. The white light of the flying sword in her hand was overwhelming, and turned into a huge white sword light ten feet long, which suddenly struck down.
"Be careful!" the leader of the Hai clan shouted in dismay.
The sea tribesman with the double short spear suddenly turned around, his face changed drastically, he shouted, and he placed the silver spears in front of his chest.
The short spear lit up with a dazzling silver light, which grew several times in size in the wind, trying to resist the slashing sword light.
The huge white sword light suddenly fell, and the sea tribesman and the silver short spear were instantly overwhelmed by the white sword light.
There was a sharp click, and the short silver spear was suddenly cut off from the middle, and a scream was heard.
After the white sword light passed, the body of this sea tribe was suddenly split in half from the middle, and blood rained down from the sky. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!