In the light of the fire, Ling Xuewei staggered to her feet, supported her body, and glanced at her coldly.
At Ling Xuewei's feet, more than a dozen corpses were piled up, and those black pupils were scorching under the firelight, making them look eerily cool.
In this situation, Prajna Xie's expression remains unchanged.
It seemed as if those who died were just a group of unrelated people.
Cold-hearted, cold-hearted.
This is what a monk is.
"I have to say, you surprised me."
Prajna Xie's voice was indifferent, "It's just, that's all. This little trick has no effect on me."
He waved lightly, and a majestic and powerful pressure came over him.
In an instant, Ling Xuewei was sweating profusely and could hardly even stand still.
The spiritual blade swept over and directly swept the gun out of Ling Xuewei's hand.
The sharp air blade even made several deep wounds on the back of her hand that were visible to the bone.
Blood overflowed and splashed scarlet plum blossoms on the ground. Ling Xuewei was very sure that if she had not dodged in time, her two hands would have been cut off directly at this moment.
In the face of overwhelming strength, any resistance is as useless as a mantis trying to block a car or a cricket shaking a tree.
The blood was flowing more and more, and Ling Xuewei could already feel dizziness in front of her eyes, which was a sign of excessive blood loss.
However, under this pressure, she didn't even have the strength to take out the hemostatic pill.
As he watched the people approach step by step, the pressure became stronger and stronger, like giant mountains tens of thousands of meters high pressing down on him.
heavy.
asphyxia.
There is no resistance.
Finally, Ling Xuewei could no longer hold on and knelt down on one knee.
But even so, her expression remained unyielding.
"I will keep your body intact, which will save your dignity."
Prajna evil's tone was condescending, as if it was a gift.
"Oh."
Ling Xuewei sneered and stared at him coldly with cold eyes.
Facing death, there is no fear, no panic, and no pleading.
Prajna Xie's expression changed slightly at this moment.
No one can be so calm in the face of death.
More or less, he will be afraid and panicked, even him.
Does this woman think she will not die?
Or, is there a way out?
No.
She just has no fear.
She is obviously just a twenty-eight-year-old girl, her cultivation is completely useless, and she is bound to die. But she can face death so calmly. This kind of character and magnanimity are really incomparable.
If it is an enemy, it will definitely be a thorn in the side and a serious worry.
That's why we can't let her leave alive.
Prajna Xie's calm eyes finally changed, and murderous intent spread.
Purple spiritual energy surged, cold and vast, with a strong murderous aura.
Death, shroud.
So close.
Watching helplessly as the wind from the palm struck Ling Xuewei's Tianling Cap!
At that moment, countless images flashed through Ling Xuewei's mind.
Just like watching flowers on horseback, in the end, it condenses into a handsome and graceful face.
There is nothing else in my heart, but I feel a little regretful.
In the end, I didn't even look at that guy's face again.
It's really ironic to die here like this.
What would his expression be like if he knew?
"boom!"
There was a loud noise and an explosion.
Burning with heat, she opened her eyes and found a person standing in front of her, taking the palm wind.
"Grandpa Magpie!!"
Ling Xuewei didn't expect Grandpa Magpie to show up, and was surprised and happy in her heart.
"Haha! Girl, are you dumbfounded? Didn't I come in time, old man?"
Ye Xiutian's hearty and hearty laughter echoed, and Ling Xuewei looked at him blankly, "Grandpa Que, why are you here..."
"I've been looking for you all the way! From the imperial capital to now, you run very fast. I almost lost you several times..."
Grandpa Que came to see her specially, and Ling Xuewei's eyes were a little red.
No matter how powerful the enemy was, no matter how hopeless the situation was, she never wavered. But now, after Grandpa Que blocked a blow for her, she suddenly collapsed.
The appearance of Ye Xiutian caused a sudden change in the battlefield.
The face that had never changed under the overwhelming pressure of Prajna Evil finally changed.
Although he didn't know the identity of the person who came, he couldn't find anything out from Ye Xiutian. There was only one explanation for this, and that was that this person's cultivation level was higher than his!
And far higher than him!
Prajna Xie was shocked. When had such a person appeared in China? Why did he never know about it?
Prajna Xie quickly distanced himself and looked at him secretly.
Suddenly he thought of the information that the secret guards had submitted before. In order to save this girl, Emperor Ye broke into the palace late at night. The army outside the city was stopped by one person and could not enter for a long time.
There is very little information about this person, but one thing impressed him deeply.
He alone resisted the Buddha's tens of thousands of troops, and his strength was terrifying and shocking.
Could it be that this person in front of me is...
"God of War...Ye Xiutian?"
"Who are you? Are you worthy of calling the old man by his first name?"
Ye Xiutian's lazy voice was a bit careless, but it was like a thunder that exploded in the sky.
Accompanied by the terrifying pressure, it seemed as if it had emerged from Hongmeng!
Domineering!
Magnificent!
Awesome!
The situation took a turn for the worse. This time, the one who was suppressed became Prajna Evil.
Prajna Xie struggled to resist the heavy pressure on his head, and a drop of cold sweat slid down the side of his face.
It turns out that he is really Ye Xiutian!
Prajna Xie didn't expect to meet him here. It seemed that this trip... was going to be tricky.
"If you dare to touch my disciple, who gave you the courage?"
Ye Xiutian blew away a gust of wind from his sleeve and hit Prajna Xie hard!
Prajna Xie was shot and flew far away before he was able to stop.
Immediately, a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He knelt down with a "thud", his expression finally cracked, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"What? Are you not convinced? Then old man, I will beat you until you are convinced!"
Ye Xiutian has such a violent temper. How can he endure it when he sees his disciple being bullied like this?
Dang even rushed forward with murderous intent!
Prajna Xie naturally showed no weakness, and the two of them started fighting in the air!
Immediately, the powerful air and wind collided fiercely, setting off layers of waves!
Ye Xiutian's spiritual energy turned into an angry dragon, and his fists blasted out towards him! A loud bang was heard, and an inn more than ten meters high in front of him was directly blown into rubbish!
The wind in the palm is roaring, flooding the heaven and earth, roaring into the sky!
The entire night was as bright as day, submerged in his infinitely powerful and shocking spiritual waves!
Prajna Xie didn't show any signs of weakness, his soul power flashed and turned into a lion, roaring with his mouth open, full of domineering power. He faced the vast sea-like attack in front of him!
The two spiritual energy collided, and in an instant, houses, buildings, and trees within a radius of a hundred meters collapsed, shattered, and turned into ashes.
Terrifying pressure enveloped the world.
Everyone in the town fled in panic, fearing that they would be implicated.
The battle gets fiercer and fiercer.
But Ling Xuewei could see that Grandpa Que had the upper hand.
Prajna Xie was unable to defeat him, and when he faced Grandpa Magpie with his domineering fighting skills and powerful offensive, he was even more defeated.
Sure enough, within a hundred rounds, Prajna Xie was knocked away again.
This time, he was seriously injured.
A deep hole was made on the ground, and the surrounding area was full of potholes and a mess. (To be continued)