Fighting violence with violence may be the best way to control the spiritual realm. Seeing Xing Ling being so domineering, Qiu Yu can only envy him. He is a super strong man in the virtual realm. He is far from him and he doesn't know.
When will we reach this height? I don’t know if there is any hope in this life.
Seeing the Taoist priest's severed arm falling on the snow, Qiu Yu stepped forward, picked up one of the arms, unceremoniously took off the ring on his finger, and put it directly into his bag. The other two Taoist priests did not have the ring but
There were storage bags, but he didn't let them go and seized them all. After all, there were more or less medicinal herbs in them.
Seeing him like this, Xing Ling smiled lightly and did not stop him. His cold gaze fell on the three Taoist priests and said in a cold voice: "From now on, you are all my slaves. Anyone who dares to disobey will be killed without mercy."
Turn around and move forward."
In the eyes of the Taoist priests, the little girl was no longer a charming beauty, but comparable to a fierce ghost with a green face and fangs. They were so frightened that they did not dare to make any move. Even the guy whose arms were cut off obediently walked in the corresponding direction.
The dripping blood formed eye-catching marks on the snow.
The two men escorted the prisoner and walked forward. The sky was full of wind and snow, and the Taoist priest who had lost too much blood was shivering with cold. He did not dare to complain at all, for fear that the little witch would kill him directly.
Just walking aimlessly like this, Qiu Yu didn't care. Anyway, he was wearing very warm clothes. Even though he had suffered for the three Yufeng Temple disciples, he secretly said that he was unlucky.
After walking like this for more than two hours, there was a faint sound of fighting in the wind, which made Xing Ling prick up his ears and listen. A smile appeared on his pretty red lips, and he said happily to himself: "Great, over there
Someone is fighting, and we can capture prisoners again."
Sensing the presence of other sect disciples, Xing Ling couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart and flew over there at a speed comparable to that of a high-level flying monster. Qiu Yu escorted the Taoist priests alone and followed behind.
Amidst the raging wind, the four monks waved their demon-conquering sticks and shouted loudly. They fiercely attacked the two female disciples with ferocious smiles on their faces. They were seen flying up and down like vultures, cold and cruel.
Looking at the two women in bright skirts, they were quite pretty. They were Liang Xin and Guan Jiao, disciples from Xingyue Palace. They looked embarrassed under the siege of the monks, and they were about to lose their support.
A monk laughed wildly and said: "There is no point in resisting. If you don't surrender, you will be captured. Hurry up and offer the herbs with both hands, and become your slaves. The Buddha will spare your lives."
Guan Jiao's eyes flashed with anger, and she gritted her teeth and said: "Don't even think about it, our sisters would rather die than surrender."
"My dear, you still dare to speak harshly." The monk's face was covered with black lines, and he swung the demon-suppressing stick with all his strength and hit it hard. The sharp blade roared like a thunderous wave.
The sound of "dang" came out, sparks flew, and the weapon held by Guan Jiao was smashed away, causing her to scream, her face turned pale, "Oh..."
Liang Xin, the female disciple of Xingyue Palace on the other side, shouted anxiously: "Don't hurt her, I will fight with you." Unfortunately, she was too determined but not strong enough. Under the powerful attacks of the other two monks, she was unable to get through.
Although he was trying to save his junior sister, he was at the end of his rope and obviously couldn't hold on for long.
"Let's see how I deal with you!" The monk's eyes showed an evil light, he raised his palms and rushed forward, grabbing the mountains of others shamelessly. His heart was filled with happiness, and he felt that those two big balls must be very good in the hand.
Unexpectedly, a scene of extreme joy and sorrow was staged. A purple thin sword emerged from the wind and snow among the lightning and flint, and flew close to it at an extremely fast speed. Before the monk could react, the palm of the ejected hand was cut off, dripping with blood.
, making him wail incessantly, "Ah..."
Such a bloody scene shocked people greatly, and they glanced over involuntarily, only to see purple light flashing and running towards another monk.
The two female disciples of the Xingyue Palace had expressions of surprise on their faces, knowing that they were saved. The purple sword must have come from the Lord of the Second Palace. It was estimated that these monks would only be beaten.
The thin sword is called "Purple Aurora," a rare fifth-level weapon that cuts iron like clay. It is usually hidden in Xing Ling's body, nourished by its own blood, and can be used at any time, with endless changes.
Seeing the purple light coming suddenly, the monk turned pale with fright. He hurriedly swung his magic stick and smashed it at it, and roared: "Get away."
The sharp edge rushed in, like a wave burying the rapier in it. Unexpectedly, the purple light reappeared immediately, piercing the monk's right shoulder blade directly. The blood arrow shot out, and the purple aurora suddenly emerged from the man's body and continued to run towards the others.
people.
Xing Ling's figure appeared in mid-air. She came here to capture prisoners, but she didn't expect to see two female disciples being bullied by the monks. She was so angry that she took action angrily, severely injuring them with the purple aurora.
The sadistic monk.
The monks looked up, with eyes full of hatred at the beautiful girl with a beautiful face fluttering in the wind. They felt that she was as cruel as a snake or a scorpion. Some people roared angrily: "Who are you? If you dare to provoke our Tianfo Temple, you are not afraid of being torn into pieces."
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A frosty color appeared on Xing Ling's charming face, her slender fingers as tender as bamboo shoots trembled slightly, and the purple aurora passed through another monk's shoulder blade, and said in a cold voice: "Damn bald donkeys, Tianfo Temple is nothing in my eyes.
No, you can bully the disciples of Xingyue Palace, look at the sword."
The monks knew that this woman's strength was unfathomable. When life and death were at stake, two of them carried intermediate spiritual treasures and quickly threw them into the air, hoping to kill or injure them. They could not just sit back and wait for death.
In an instant, Lingbao transformed into a giant brown wolf with a huge mouth open, and a round boulder with a diameter of more than two feet. The two roared and hit Xiao Nizi with great ferocity.
Xing Ling was not afraid, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he waved his palms lightly. In an instant, a giant galaxy composed of countless stars flashed in, lighting up the sky, and even the wind and snow gave way to it, like a dream.
Ru Huan walked towards the two spiritual treasures.
"Boom boom..."
As the sound of explosions came out, two intermediate spiritual treasures were exploded by the Milky Way, and the giant wolves and giant ash they transformed into flew into smoke. The Milky Way, where the star belt gathered, still continued to move forward, but was taken back by the little girl waving her sleeves.
In order to collect prisoners, she did not want to kill all the monks.
This is the unparalleled sharpness of a super strong man. He can kill people with just a few gestures. The big move he just showed up almost scared the monks to death. The mid-level spirit treasures are all scum in front of others, and they are so stupid. It is best to run away quickly.
Based on this, the monks scrambled to flee in all directions, running very fast, like dogs losing their homes.
Xing Ling snorted coldly: "Look where you are going." He waved his wrists, and the purple light was like lightning, which was even more intimidating. It shuttled back and forth in the air, unable to resist at all, causing the shoulder blades of the four monks to break.
Being penetrated, blood splattered, and screams echoed.