"I really didn't expect that a mere fifth-level monk like you could launch such a powerful attack!"
The two sixth-level monks who had fled suddenly appeared on the ground. One of them lamented the power of Yang Xin's attack.
"But at this time, you are at the end of your strength. You no longer have the ability to resist us." A sixth-level monk said slowly.
Apparently the sixth-level monk saw that Yang Xin was seriously injured and no longer had the ability to take action again.
…
Not far away.
In front of the background of the monks fighting each other, there is a forest dyed white with snow. The strong wind blows, the sea of trees is rippled, and white snow waves rise and fall one after another.
Under the snow-covered canopy, a few green leaves flash out from time to time, throwing out little green lights, which is particularly vivid. In front of these forests, there is a deciduous shrub forest, with brown tree trunks covered with hard ice, emitting
As bright as glass.
Standing on the sunny slope of the mountain and looking down, the snowy slope at your feet is the frame. In the frame is such a clear-cut light ink landscape. There are several monsters walking into the picture from the edge of the frame and stepping on the lines.
From large to small, clean footprints, this is not only a painting, but also a poem.
Yang Hui was in a miserable state under the joint attack of the two sixth-level monks. At this time, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, his clothes were torn, his face was pale, and he looked very embarrassed. Although the armor on his body could protect his body from
He was crushed by these two monks, but after all, the disparity in strength was too great. It was already very difficult for Yang Hui to hold on until now.
If it had been another fourth-level monk, he would have died long ago.
"Green Frost Split the Sky and Slash."
At this time, Yang Hui actually used the unique skill of Qingshuang Sword - Qingshuang Sky Splitting Slash.
"Hmph! Repeating the same trick will have no effect on us." A sixth-level monk snorted coldly and said with great disdain.
"Go!" Yang Hui ignored the disdain of the sixth-level monk. He just fired the Qingshuang knife.
This time he actually launched the Qingshuang Sword directly, instead of just emitting the light of the sword!
"No...what is he going to do?" A sixth-level monk looked at the Qingshuang knife flying towards him and said with some surprise.
"Thundercloud Aegis."
They looked at the Qingshuang Dao flying toward them and summoned their strongest defense without any hesitation.
"Bang……"
Yang Hui's green frost knife violently hit the shields summoned by the two sixth-level monks, making a sound that resounded through the sky.
The shield had the same cracks as it did when Yang Hui hit it with the light from the Qingshuang Knife.
When Yang Hui saw that the situation was still the same as before, he didn't find anything strange because he seemed to already know what the outcome would be.
"burst……"
"What?!" The two monks heard the word "explosion" said by Yang Hui and knew what it meant. Ordinary monks would pay a huge price if they blew themselves up with the pupil talisman installed in their pupils.
It is the star point that combines self-destruction and pupil talisman. Generally speaking, it is equivalent to the first-level cultivation of self-destruction. If you are not forced to a dead end, no one will do this kind of thing. But once you do it, then
The weapon transformed from this pupil talisman will produce a power that is an order of magnitude higher than its normal power.
Yang Hui pointed to his Qingshuang Knife and said the word "explosion" with a very reluctant expression.
It turned out that he had planned everything long ago, so that his blue frost knife would explode when cracks appeared on the shields summoned by the two sixth-level monks.
"Bang……"
As he finished speaking, the Green Frost Knife exploded on the cracked shield summoned by the two sixth-level monks.
At the last moment of the explosion, Yang Hui quickly removed the pupil talisman that could summon the Blue Frost Knife from his eyes. He was not that stupid. He had damaged his first-level cultivation just for an attack. You have to know his cultivation.
Since every step is hard won, how could you do such a stupid thing?
The eye talisman turned into a spark in Yang Hui's hand and disappeared.
After a while, a ten-foot-sized pit appeared on the ground. Next to the pit stood the two sixth-level monks. The shields they used for defense were in pieces.
But even though their shields were broken, they didn't suffer even the slightest bit of damage!
After all, it was a mortal-level pupil talisman, but it was not powerful enough. Yang Hui shook his head helplessly. This was almost the maximum strength he could show without being discovered by Yang Xin.
"I didn't expect that you, a mere fourth-level monk, would be so courageous and dare to explode your own eye talisman!" A sixth-level monk said in great surprise. There was admiration in his eyes.
Another sixth-level monk was even more surprised and dumbfounded, obviously frightened by the Yanghui self-destructing pupil talisman.
Because they know that for monks, no matter what level of monk they are, self-exploding eye talismans are equivalent to self-destruction. And cultivation is not a very difficult thing in the first place, and how many people can do it?
What about cultivation?
"Is it true that God has killed me?" Yang Hui sighed sadly when he saw that the two sixth-level monks did not suffer any injuries after he blew up the Qingshuang Dao.
Yang Hui ignored the surprise of the two sixth-level monks. He just sighed to himself that he was in danger.
He was seriously injured by these two sixth-level monks, not to mention that he had self-destructed the pupil talisman just now. Although it did not cause any damage to Yang Hui, the self-destruction of the pupil talisman must be timed well. If it is disassembled quickly,
The pupil talisman lost the support of pupil power in its eyes and transformed into
The incoming weapon will disappear. If you pick it too slowly, you will damage yourself as a first-level monk. In order to seize the time, Yang Hui just used the power of his soul to detect the flying distance of the Qingshuang Sword, although in the end the self-destruction did not hurt him.
Yang Hui, but Yang Hui is exhausted now.
Yang Hui's current situation is very dangerous. He is exhausted and has no power to fight back.
It is estimated that even an ordinary fourth-level one-star monk can kill him easily.
…
Not far away.
The wind whipped across the ground, making a sound like the barking of a hound chasing down a smelly trail.
The wind gnaws at the plowed fields, barks around the jungle, digs up the snow, breaks the branches of the forest, runs along the road, sniffs over the streams; without much effort, the wind picks up all the simple things everywhere.
Thatched roofs and fences were destroyed.
After that, the wind was still howling wildly, but it fled towards the forest. Following this gust of wind, that night, several more huge gusts of wind emerged from the darkness. The gasping mouth stretched out.
A long, sharp tongue of wind emerged.
The protective ring emitted by Xiao Qian's pendant has many cracks, and it seems that it may collapse at any time.
Xiao Qian was also shocked by the attacks of the two sixth-level monks, and his face turned pale, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
Obviously, even if the protective circle emitted by his pendant can block the attack of the sixth-level monk, some of the power passing through the protective circle also makes him very uncomfortable.
This pendant is not an eye talisman, but an amulet given to him by the Wanhua Sect, which can withstand a full blow from a sixth-level monk.
Although this pendant is very powerful, the opponent is not an ordinary person. Firstly, the opponent is not an ordinary sixth-level monk. Secondly, there are two people on the opponent. This protective circle is flickering, and it is obvious that it is almost unbearable. .
"Bang……"
As the two sixth-level monks attacked Xiao Qian's protective circle again, a loud noise was heard in the snow.
Xiao Qian's protective circle finally couldn't withstand it anymore and shattered after enduring another blow from the two sixth-level monks.
"ah……"
As the protective circle shattered, Xiao Qian was blown away by the aftermath of the attack from the two sixth-level monks, and he screamed in the air.
After a while, his body fell heavily from the air to the ground.
He struggled for a while before reluctantly standing up. He wiped the blood flowing from his mouth along the corners of his mouth with his weak hands.
He touched the pendant on his chest. Fortunately, nothing happened. It was just that the energy was exhausted. If it was recharged by then, it could still be used again, but he might not have the chance to use it again.
"Haha, am I, Xiao Qian, really going to die here today?" Xiao Qian said with great reluctance after laughing loudly.
…
There are mountains beside the river, and there are still mountains behind the mountains. Among the clouds and mist, those endless mountains are looming, showing the beauty that only a place where gods live should have, giving people unlimited space for imagination. And each one of them comes out in time. The silver dragon-like waterfall flowing down from the mountains, in the mist of rainy sky, creates this perfection.
"Haha, it's finally my turn to take action." A young man who had been hiding not far away watching Yang Hui's battle suddenly sneered in his heart and said.
After a while, the young man sent out a very powerful soul force and pressed towards Yang Hui, Yang Xin and Xiao Qian.
"Hey, there's actually one hiding." A young woman in white who had been standing not far away watching Yang Hui's battle was about to walk towards the place where Yang Hui and the others were fighting, when she suddenly felt a seventh-level wave. After the above fluctuations in soul power, she let out a sigh and spoke in a voice that only she could hear.
The young man originally wanted to use powerful soul power to suppress Yang Hui and the others while they were still fighting, but when he saw that his men were fighting very easily, he felt that there was no need to do anything extra.
Moreover, he believed that releasing soul power to suppress them while Yang Hui and the others were still fighting would not achieve the effect of subduing them.
He believed that the effect would be obvious only when Yang Hui and the others were exhausted physically and mentally and then used the power of the soul to suppress them.
In fact, he didn't know that his idea was a legendary pupil technique called seizing the body.
Previously, Yang Hui had used the method of seizing bodies to control others in the second level of the spiritual formation space in Wanteng Pagoda.
Only after seizing the body, at such a critical moment of life and death, will they fear themselves and make them surrender to themselves.
"Hmm..." Yang Hui felt a soul power stronger than his own soul power pressing towards him, and he said "Hmm" in surprise.
This powerful soul power actually gave him a sense of oppression. This was the feeling after the ice silkworm soft armor on his body helped him resist the oppression of some soul powers!
"Haha, it seems that I will either die here today, or be taken away by others and become someone else's slave." Yang Hui said helplessly after laughing loudly.
…
"ah……"
Under the pressure of that powerful soul power, Yang Xin's head felt severe pain. The pain was so unbearable that she had to scream in pain.
Yangxin had already exhausted all her eye power, and now she had to bear the powerful soul power of a high-level monk. Yangxin could hardly bear it.
Yang Xin obviously does not have the soul power as powerful as Yang Hui, nor does he have the ice silkworm soft armor on his body, so it is impossible to withstand the pressure of such a powerful soul power.
…
"ah……"
Xiao Qian's head seemed to explode under the pressure of that powerful soul power. He couldn't bear the pain, so he let out a heart-rending roar.
Obviously that young man wanted to use his powerful soul power to mentally crush Yang Hui and the others, so that Yang Hui and the others would have a strong fear of him, so that he could better control Yang Hui and the others.
…
"ah……"
Suddenly, a man's scream came from a place not far away.
As the screams spread, the powerful soul power that oppressed Yang Hui and the others disappeared without a trace.
"No, the young master is in danger!"
One of the three seventh-level monks who had been standing aside watching Yang Hui's battle seemed to realize something and said loudly.
"Young Master..."
After the three seventh-level monks shouted, they rushed towards not far away.
"roll!"
Suddenly a woman's voice, like the sound of nature, came from not far away.
As the voice of the woman who sounded like the sound of nature came out, the three seventh-level monks turned pale.
"ah……"
The three seventh-level monks were knocked away by the extremely powerful eye force, and they let out a scream in the air.
After a while, a young woman dressed in white appeared in everyone's sight.
Her hair was neatly styled into a bun, a long white dress was hanging loosely on her thin body, her head was slightly raised, her eyes were fixed, her sharp chin and delicate neck...the whole person.
and posture, all like a wax figure displayed in a wax museum.
Although he was dressed simply, wearing a plain white dress and white clothes, no makeup on his face, and no hairpins or jewelry on his head. However, those curved eyebrows, bright eyes, and the torn skin, that
Her slightly sad eyes always show her nobility and her extraordinary temperament.
"Sister!" Xiao Qian looked at the young woman dressed in white who appeared in his sight. He shouted the word "sister" in a voice that only he could hear in disbelief.
The young woman in white was holding a boy in her left hand. Blood was constantly flowing from the corner of the boy's mouth, dyeing the white snow on the ground red.
"Young Master..."
Three seventh-level monks and seven sixth-level monks shouted to the boy in the hands of the young woman dressed in white who had just appeared.
"Brother!"
The woman in white threw the boy in her hand into the snow, then quickly appeared next to Xiao Qian, holding Xiao Qian's shaky body in her arms.
…
"Young Master, are you okay?" When the ten monks saw the woman in white throwing their young master to the ground, they quickly rushed forward and asked with concern.
"Young Master, take this spiritual elixir quickly to heal your wounds." A seventh-level monk quickly took out a high-grade spiritual elixir from his arms and fed it to the young man.
This kind of high-grade spiritual elixir is very rare. Even their sect only has a dozen of them. And their sect secretly gave the young man five of these high-grade spiritual elixirs.
It can be seen that the young man is very important in their sect, so those seventh-level and sixth-level monks are very worried about his safety.
…
The woman looked at Xiao Qian, her expression was very sad, and she even looked guilty.
In fact, she had always been following Xiao Qian, secretly protecting his safety. She originally wanted to help Xiao Qian when the sixth-level monk took action, but she wanted to see Xiao Qian's strength, so she refrained from taking action.
But while she was distracted observing the cute little tiger and the three Beimang Zhenshan tigers, Xiao Qian was in a very dangerous situation.
Just when she couldn't help but want to take action, she came up with the idea of seeing Xiao Qian's explosive power, so she refrained from taking action.
It was only now that Xiao Qian's injuries were somewhat serious that she couldn't help but take action.
She believed that it was because of her "selfishness" that Xiao Qian was so seriously injured, so she felt very guilty and felt sorry for Xiao Qian.
They have had a very good relationship since they were young, and they treat each other like siblings. It can be said that Xiao Qian was brought up by her.
"Brother, take this elixir quickly." The woman quickly took out a high-grade spiritual elixir and fed it to Xiao Qian.
This kind of high-grade spiritual medicine is also very rare, but it is not a precious thing for Wanhua Sect, but the healing effect of this kind of high-grade spiritual medicine is very good.
"Brother, I will heal your wounds." The woman said with great heartache.
"Sister, you...why are you here?" Xiao Qian was very excited and asked the woman questioningly.
At this moment, Xiao Qian felt like he was surviving a disaster. Plus, seeing his relatives, how could he not be excited?
"Don't talk yet, sister will heal your injuries first." The woman said very sadly.
"Yes." Xiao Qian smiled and nodded, then closed his eyes.
…
Not far away, Yang Xin used the white mist emitted by the white chess pieces of Xingluo Shuangqi to treat her injuries.
Although the white mist emitted by the white chess piece has a very good therapeutic effect, she was too seriously injured, and she didn't have much pupil power, so there was no way for the white chess piece to use all its strength to heal her, so Her injuries recovered very slowly.