Senior Sister Liao stared at the sword inserted into the opponent's heart, and there was still blood all over her body, and immediately said: "Quickly alert, maybe the Dark Moon strongman is coming."
The strong men of Dark Moon attacked them not once or twice.
When he saw his disciple was so seriously injured, he naturally guessed that the Dark Moon powerhouse was attacking.
Everyone dispersed one after another and went to warn them with a tacit understanding.
Senior Sister Liao asked the disciple: "What's going on?"
The disciple looked at Senior Sister Liao and Hua Ziqing, who were the only ones present, and said weakly: "It's Holy Land disciple Xia Qingchen. He saw through Senior Brother Hua's plan and killed the two senior brothers who were extorting debts on the spot."
What?
Are you a disciple of the Holy Land?
"Then what?" Hua Ziqing's face showed no fear, only annoyance.
"He...he asked me to bring this sword and tell me to tell Senior Brother Hua." The disciple hesitated.
"Say!" Hua Zi said coldly.
The disciple said: "He said that before the sunset, kill yourself with this sword, otherwise he will come in person."
Hearing this, Hua Zi smiled angrily.
"What kind of place does he think Xihuang is? Is it a holy land or a sect?" Hua Ziqing narrowed his eyes: "You ruined my good deeds and you dared to make me kill myself?"
He grabbed it from the air and pulled out the sword from his disciple's chest.
Immediately, blood splattered, his heart was broken in an instant, and he died on the spot with a miserable groan.
Holding the bloody sword, Hua Ziqing's eyes filled with cold light: "Anyone who kills me or ruins my affairs is a disciple of the Holy Land, and I will kill them without fail!"
Xihuang is a place outside the law, so what if I kill Xia Qingchen?
Put it on Dark Moon's head, who knows?
He stepped forward and was about to use his sword to kill someone.
Suddenly, the disciples on guard outside shouted in panic: "An enemy attack! There is an enemy attack!!"
Senior Sister Liao and Hua Ziqing's expressions changed simultaneously.
Even Hua Ziqing didn't care to look for Xia Qingchen and immediately greeted him out.
The five Maitreya Ghost Arhats were fighting with several disciples on the roof.
A ghost arhat had a gloomy face: "What the hell? Why does it seem like the enemy knew we were coming in advance?"
They are so depressed.
As soon as he entered the city, a group of disciples came out to guard him.
It was as if they were sure to attack by surprise.
In fact, the one who is more depressed is the Xingyun Sect.
The unintentional vigilance actually discovered the sneak attack of the ghost arhat of Dark Moon.
Maitreya Ghost Arhat said in a deep voice: "The cultivation of the people stationed in the Nebula Sect will not be enough, and at worst they will all be killed!"
When speaking.
Hua Ziqing and Senior Sister Liao arrived at the same time.
The former immediately discovered the ghost Arhat in the crowd, and was surprised and happy: "Maitreya Ghost Arhat?"
He immediately stepped forward with his sword and shouted excitedly: "Maitreya is mine, no one can snatch it from me!"
The besieging disciples gave way one after another, not daring to compete with them for credit.
Hua Ziqing chopped it off with one sword.
A thick arc-shaped sword energy cut across his waist.
Maitreya chuckled, his cassock shook, and several strong winds rolled out, canceling out the sword energy.
Seeing that the two of them were indeed matched in chess, Senior Sister Liao was relieved.
"Junior brother, don't miss this opportunity to achieve success! We will help you contain the other ghosts and Arhats." Senior Sister Liao said.
Together with the other disciples, he launched a powerful attack on the remaining four ghost arhats.
Last time, an unknown person scared the ghost Arhat.
This time there is no one to interfere, Hua Ziqing will definitely kill Maitreya.
However, after fighting against four ghost arhats, Senior Sister Liao noticed something was wrong.
She is a fourth level minor star.
But it was extremely difficult to cooperate with several star disciples.
After ten rounds, instead of suppressing the four ghost arhats, several were seriously injured by them.
"What's going on?" Senior Sister Liao was thinking a lot.
They are so powerful that they have reached the triple peak of minor stars.
As the leader of the five, Maitreya should be more powerful.
Why was he almost killed by Hua Ziqing?
That’s not right!
While they were thinking, Hua Ziqing and Maitreya had already entered into a fierce fight.
Both sides showed their full strength, and both were in the third level of small star positions.
Hua Ziqing became more and more courageous as he fought, but Maitreya gradually became at a disadvantage.
"What's wrong, Maitreya, are you scared out of your wits?" Hua Ziqing laughed.
In this fight, Maitreya's strength was obviously not as good as last time.
Hua Ziqing couldn't help but guess that it was because he was surrounded and his mentality changed.
Maitreya's face was calm, the star power in his body was exhausted, and his forehead was covered with sweat: "Hua Ziqing, don't be complacent, the ghost arhat is not that easy to defeat!"
After finishing speaking, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward.
He looked as if he was preparing to fight to the death.
Seeing the opportunity, Hua Ziqing was secretly excited and said with a long smile: "Well done!"
His star power exploded, displaying his long-hidden Xuan-level low-grade martial arts.
"Ten thousand oceans are rising!"
Maitreya also gritted his teeth and clapped his hands.
"Ghost Prison Prajna Palm!"
The two collided with each other, and an astonishing wave of air erupted, causing the clothes of both parties to swing wildly.
Hua Ziqing laughed loudly: "Maitreya Ghost Arhat, someone helped you escape last time, but it will be difficult for you to leave this time!"
But, strangely, Maitreya was not worried.
Instead, a strange, seemingly compassionate smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Really?"
An overwhelming force suddenly erupted from his body.
That was the fourth-level star power of the small star that he had hidden for a long time.
Its power doubled instantly!
The overwhelming force rushed down Hua Ziqing's arm and into his body.
Hua Ziqing suddenly screamed violently, and his arms were broken by a palm.
His mouth was also full of blood.
He covered his throat and stumbled back, his eyes full of horror: "You have hidden your cultivation!"
Maitreya chuckled: "Otherwise? You were lucky last time and Xia Qingchen rescued you in time. This time, you are not so lucky!"
What?
Was the young man who took action really trying to save him?
But instead he blamed the other party for scaring Maitreya away!
Now, he still cannot escape the fate of Maitreya's ghost prison, Prajna Palm.
After two days, he will definitely die an untimely death.
He didn't want to die, so he turned around and ran away.
But, how to escape?
As soon as he took a step, he was kicked to the ground by Maitreya from behind.
Then Maitreya stepped on his head.
Senior Sister Liao and others were not much better.
The ground was full of Xingyun Sect disciples.
Under the joint efforts of the three ghost arhats, Senior Sister Liao was beaten until she was covered in blood and fell into a pool of blood.
She couldn't believe it.
The Dark Moon Ghost Arhat in the Western Wilderness is actually so powerful.
In this case, they could have mobilized collectively to destroy the Nebula Sect's station.
Why have you been pretending to be evenly matched and fighting them for several years?
Why?
"Lord Maitreya, Xia Qingchen was not found." The four ghost arhats inspected the fallen people and shook their heads.
Maitreya narrowed his eyes, stepped on Hua Ziqing's head, and said solemnly: "Where is Xia Qingchen?"
Hua Ziqing didn't want to die, so he didn't have any backbone. He said very readily: "I will lead the way. I just ask you to spare my life."
"Let's go!" Maitreya shouted.
Hua Ziqing led the way to Bai Jing's small courtyard.
The sun sets.
The afterglow faded away.
It was already dark.
The houses in the alleys are lightless and dark.
Coupled with the silence, it gives people an inexplicable sense of depression.
It's as if the small courtyard is a coffin that eats people.
"This is it." Hua Ziqing pointed the way.
Maitreya handed Hua Ziqing to the ghost arhat beside him: "Zangqing, keep an eye on him outside. If there is an ambush inside, kill him immediately."
He himself stared at the small courtyard, and jumped onto the courtyard wall with three other ghost arhats.
I thought I was going to do some searching.
But as soon as he saw it, he saw Xia Qingchen, sitting cross-legged on a stone bench.