Feng Wanli, the leader of the Luofeng Clan, and Ying Wang, the leader of the Iron Hand Gang, fought with Nie Zi for a while and were always at a disadvantage.
Feng Wanli suddenly came to his senses and realized that Nie Zi was fighting him with one arm and his right hand controlling the flying sword. At the same time, he was unable to concentrate on dealing with the Eagle King's close combat.
Feng Wanli flew into the air again, swung the flying sword in his hand, and instantly turned into hundreds of cyan bats, flying towards Nie Zi with a squeaking sound, which was a bit confusing.
Qiong Li and the others heard the sound in the distance and quickly blocked their ears and sealed their six senses with their vitality.
Nie Zi controlled the flying sword to fly into the sky seven feet away from him.
The sky in front of me suddenly lit up, the clouds kept turning, and countless ice crystals poured out from it, intercepting the offensive of the cyan bats below.
Feng Wanli's color turned red, beads of sweat dripped down his face, and he continued to use his vitality to transform into cyan bats and fly away.
The Eagle King watched from the side, knowing that Feng Wanli was working so hard so that the one-armed old man could always control the flying sword with his right hand, so that he could find the right opportunity to make a sneak attack.
He did not fly into the air, but used his movements to turn into a dark shadow seven feet away from Nie Zi, ready to kill him at any time.
Nie Zi used his right hand to control the flying sword in the sky and continuously released ice, as if he had not heard of the Eagle King.
The figure of the Eagle King suddenly appeared behind Nie Zi, stretched out his hands, and the iron weapon in his hand emitted black light and turned into two big black hands, seeming to tear through Nie Zi's defense.
Ningxu monks have their own defensive space.
As Nie Zi is a peak Ningxu expert, the entire body within seven feet is within his defense range.
Eagle King is only three feet tall, and his cultivation level is far inferior to Nie Zi's. If he wants to break through Nie Zi's defense of seven feet, he needs to consume most of his energy.
Feng Wanli was a little exhausted and shouted to the Eagle King who was breaking through Nie Zi's defense.
"Brother Eagle, hurry up!"
The Eagle King's eyes were red. He looked at the old man who was only three feet away from him and roared. The big black hand was a little broken, but it suddenly lit up under the Eagle King's roar.
At this moment, Eagle King was also ready to use all his energy to kill Nie Zi from behind.
The two big black hands kept pushing closer to Nie Zi, and with every inch closer, the black light on the big hands became weaker.
When only the black palms were exposed and the fingers were bare, the two big black hands finally broke through all defenses and struck straight at the back of Nie Zi's head.
Look at the Eagle King who controls the big black hands behind Nie Zi, looking like a madman, with two fleshy palms with iron claws, bloody and bloody.
Just when Feng Wanli and Eagle King thought that Nie Zi would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
Nie Zi snorted coldly, and what happened next made Eagle King and Feng Wanli, who were staring closely at him, unbelievable.
Nie Zi's right hand, which was originally making the secret, unexpectedly turned into a transparent water column and hit the two mutilated black hands behind him.
"No…"
The Eagle King roared loudly, and his body seemed to be knocked backwards by a heavy object. He vomited blood and died.
Feng Wanli looked at the water column vitality that had not dissipated in Nie Zi's right hand, and then looked at the clouds still rolling in front of Nie Zi with divine power brewing inside. His eyes widened and he said in confusion.
"Impossible, impossible..."
When the sound stopped, Feng Wanli seemed to have lost all his strength and fell straight down, while his sword used up its Qinghui and turned into a piece of iron, stuck diagonally not far from him.
Xiang Guang, Master Li and others stood in the distance, watching his master show off his power, with excited expressions on their faces.
That is the Taoist method that his master has finally mastered after decades of hard work. There is no need to know the method, just like a great monk in the realm of ephemera, just follow the instructions.
Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Luo Feng Clan and the Iron Shou Gang were all in a state of confusion with grief on their faces.
At this moment, Wang Dalu had finished adjusting his breath, and had temporarily recovered half of his vitality. He then took off his sword to kill the remnants of the Luo Feng Sect and the Iron Hand Gang who were acting like headless flies.
Sun Er, Xiang Guang, and Qiong Li reacted and immediately released their flying swords to kill those disciples.
Now that the Yingzhen faction and those factions have become mortal enemies, there is no room for maneuver and they can only kill all the invading enemies in front of them.
Nie Zi was not idle either. He walked up to the unconscious Feng Wanli, killed him with a sword, and took out the wild elixirs from Feng Wanli and Eagle King respectively.
Wang Dalu and Qiong Li killed them for a while, leaving only Chen Xi and two embryo-building monks sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Several people glared at Wang Dalu and chose to kill themselves by cutting off their meridians.
Chen Xi yelled at Wang Dalu and others before committing suicide.
"You just wait for the endless pursuit of Wuwei Fort and Daochi Sect. I will wait for you underground, haha!"
Seeing that all the people who came were eliminated, Wang Dalu ordered Xiang Guang and his three children to take care of the scene, burn and bury the bodies.
Xiang Guang and his master Nie Zi learned how to extract the desolate elixir, so Xiang Guang stripped the desolate elixirs from the corpses of more than a dozen embryo-building monks from the two sects one by one.
Sun Er stood aside and followed closely to learn the peeling method.
As the smoke of corpses filled the air one after another, the mountain behind the Yingzhen sect was filled with the smell of burnt corpses, which made people feel nauseous.
Fortunately, Qiong Li, Li Shishi and others had already left the back mountain and headed to Paizhong Hall.
Nie Zi did not leave the back mountain, but decided to stay here until his third sister Rong Ying came out of confinement, waiting for her to come out.
After Xiang Guang and the others finished disposing of the corpses, it suddenly began to rain heavily.
The blood stains on the stone road leading to the back mountain mixed with the wash of rainwater and flowed back towards the foot of the mountain.
In the main hall, Qiong Li chatted with Li Shishi and Xue Xiaocui.
Qu Min was taking care of the wounded in the courtyard of the Yingzhen sect disciples behind the main hall.
Although the Luofengmen and Iron Shou Gang's attack on the mountain ended in the annihilation of the entire army, the Yingzhen Sect also lost some disciples.
Not counting the twenty-odd male disciples who cheated and cheated, ten more female disciples died. The rest were injured and needed to recover for a period of time.
Thanks to the alchemist Jiang Hongyu, he brought with him a lot of refined golden elixirs, which were very effective and won the favor of all the female disciples.
After getting off the back mountain, Wang Dalu asked Qu Min to find him a secluded room to replenish the energy consumed in his body.
"Hey, I heard that you are the only successor of Head Nie?"
Xiang Guang was a little embarrassed when Qu Min, who was standing in front of him, looked at him at close range and asked questions.
He took two steps back, not daring to look directly at Qu Min's beautiful face, but just nodded to acknowledge it.
Upon hearing this, Qu Min grabbed Xiang Guang's right arm and said.
"Then do you know how to control the sword with Master Nie? Can you teach me? It's really amazing!"
Xiang Guang was a little embarrassed when his arm was grabbed by Qu Min, and he froze in place for a long time, unable to speak.
Qu Min saw that Xiang Guang was so reserved and silly because of him, so he blushed and said slightly apologetically.
"I'm sorry, am I too difficult for you? I know that sword control is a unique skill and cannot be taught easily. I was just a little surprised when I saw Master Nie perform it today. I don't really want you to teach me. You must not go there.
Take it to heart."
Only then did Xiang Guang say.
"No, no... I just learned a little bit from Master, how can I show off in front of Miss Qu?"
Qu Min smiled like a flower and said again.
"You and I are from the same sect. Your master is also the leader of our Yingzhen sect. From now on, I will call you Senior Brother Xiang. As for you, just call me Junior Sister Qu Min."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Guang bent down to Qu Min in front of him and called out: "Junior Sister Qu."
Qian Dayong and Zhao Gensheng were not idle either. They were busy going back and forth among the injured female disciples to gain favor.
Most of the Yingzhen sect has female disciples, which is much better than the Liwang Valley they went to before.
Both of them are single men. Although his son once said that after returning to Nanshan City, he would find two good girls for them to marry, but the water could not quench their thirst.
How could we miss this good opportunity when there are so many female disciples in Yingzhen Mountain?
If you work hard, maybe a good marriage will fall to them now.
It rained continuously on Yingzhen Mountain for two hours, and then the sky cleared up.
Looking at the mountains in the distance, there is a five-color rainbow hanging high, which is eye-catching.
Wang Dalu opened a door and walked out.
He looked up for a while and looked at the new rainbow that appeared after the rain, and gently touched the dragon mark ring on his right hand.