Even though Shen Ye had passed many rounds of consumption, he was a mid-stage foundation building cultivator after all, and his strength was by no means comparable to that of a Qi cultivation cultivator.

The sword light was mixed with terrifying power, and it slashed frantically towards those Zhang family disciples, and the sword aura was extremely fierce, blowing the ground along the way to crack.

Flesh and blood flew sideways, the corpse fell to the ground, and in the eyes of everyone, the sword-wielding Zhuji monk was as fast and fierce as a tiger and leopard, and the knife slashed away, leaving only a straight rain of blood pouring to the ground.

In less than a few breaths, more than a dozen Qi cultivators of the Zhang family fell.

"Kill!"

A roar of murderous intent came out, and a figure rushed in, everyone with a resolute expression without a trace of fear.

Shen Ye was shocked, he didn't expect these Zhang family disciples to be so bold, the scimitar attack in his hand was strongly hindered, and even the slashed sword was annihilated by the resistance of several people.

After all these years of difficulties, the people of the Zhang family have always held a breath in their chests.

At this time, none of them will flinch out of fear, on the contrary, they are fearless, even if they fight to the death, they will bite off a piece of flesh from a powerful enemy!

Several monks held magic weapons in their hands, and they resolutely slaughtered the past, Shen Ye's eyes were cold, and he held a scimitar to meet him, the sword qi was agitated, and the sword light was dazzling.

Puff puff puff......

The bodies of these monks were shocked by the cracks of several narrow blood grooves, and their faces were distorted and painful, but with their strong willpower, they still rushed forward.

Shen Ye's figure was avoided, gritting his teeth and stabbing again, blood rained down, and even his clothes were stained with blood.

Several rays of qi shot out, hitting the back of his head, Shen Ye hurriedly dodged, and a wound was cut on his cheek at some point, and red blood oozed out.

He only felt a buzzing in his head, he was actually injured by a group of Qi cultivators?!

Annoyed, Shen Ye let out a long roar and slashed with a frenzied swing of his sword, but even so, these besieging Qi cultivators did not have a trace of fear, but rushed up and blocked it with all their might.

A series of sonorous sounds echoed in the air, accompanied by sparks flying to the ground.

Shen Ye's forehead was bruised and bulging, and his eyes were red as he coped with the frantic attacks of the Zhang family disciples around him, and the whole person tossed and turned, changing his sword skills in the crowd.

And these besieging monks stuck to him alive like a dog's skin plaster, which greatly hindered his knife momentum, and everyone desperately wanted to hurt Shen Ye.

"Damn, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's multiple rounds of attrition, it would be up to you to ......"

Shen Ye was angry, but he had no choice but to fight with Wu Yang's dense Qi cultivation cultivators.

Among these monks, there were many who were good at controlling things, and many of them controlled flying swords and launched a fierce attack on Shen Ye.

The flying sword dragged its long tail light, whistling away in unison, stabbing straight at the man holding the scimitar, and the sound of sharp whistles was endless.

This kind of move performed by a qi cultivator was simply disdainful of Shen Ye in the past, but the current situation actually made him feel a tingling sensation on his scalp.

After repelling the besieging monks with one more blow, he slashed wildly with his scimitar in his hand, and the sword was brilliant and terrifying, knocking back all the flying swords that came at him.

"Damn, did those two fools take so long to beat the Yellow Turban Lux?

Shen Ye's face was ugly, and he secretly hated himself in his heart.

He never imagined that as a dignified mid-stage foundation building cultivator, he would begin to retreat under the siege of a group of Qi cultivation cultivators.

It's a shame!

At this time, Zhang Fengjiu, who was floating in mid-air, nervously watched the battle situation below.

When he saw that his own Qi Cultivator was not afraid of death, forcing that powerful sword cultivator to be so embarrassed, he was shocked in his heart for a while.

"They are all good sons of the Zhang family. Zhang Fengjiu muttered.

He himself was infected by this fierce blood that was not afraid of death, and he couldn't wait to be resurrected in this world and take the Zhang family to kill him.

However, this is just an illusory fantasy, and now that there is an ancestral system, I only hope that I can work hard to run the Zhang family well, so that future generations can live a good life.

On the other side, the battle between the two elders of the Shen family and the Yellow Turban Lux was about to end.

The man with the hammer in his hand jumped high and attacked the Yellow Turban wrestler, and the powerful hammer smashed through it like a torrential rain with a fierce wind.

The Yellow Turban Warrior, who was several meters tall, waved his huge fist, and the fists exploded, and the sonic boom sound from the collision almost punctured the eardrums.

Looking at a gap, the man with a rough face dodged to avoid his fist, and shouted violently: "Go!"

The muscles of his arm bulged, and he slammed the Flying Hammer at the back of the Yellow Turban Force's head, and the Flying Hammer with dark gold erupted into strong mana fluctuations, smashing straight into the back of its head.

With a bang, the tall body of the Yellow Turban Lux became illusory, as if it had reached the brink of collapse.

The hammer spun backwards, and after flipping the third lap, a palm as big as a fan slammed into it, and the man then slammed another fierce hammer at the Yellow Turban Lux.

Kiss!

A broken yellow talisman landed on the ground.

Small sword light shot out, with a whistling sound that tore through the air, and the short man held a thin dagger in his hand, and the knife slashed at the mighty Yellow Turban wrestler.

At this time, the giant in golden armor was covered with cracks all over his body, and the golden light emitted was no longer as strong as when it appeared, and became extremely dim.

The short man dodged the thump of his fist with a roll, and then the whole person stepped on his right foot, and a crumbling pit appeared on the ground, and his body shot away.

The thin wave dagger sparkled violently, stabbing straight at the face of the Yellow Turban Lux.

Laugh at......

The Yellow Turban Lux's face was shattered, and he whispered in his mouth: "Born to fight!"

It threw a punch out of the way, sending the short man flying with great force, his body staggering and losing a glimmer of golden light.

At this time, the door of the Yellow Turban Lux shattered, and the crack spread wildly to the entire solemn face.

With a pop, a yellow talisman landed softly on the ground.

The short man's forehead was dripping with beads of sweat, and the dagger in his hand trembled slightly, he experienced continuous attrition, and his physical strength was almost exhausted.

He really didn't expect that this operation would be so difficult, and he originally thought that he could completely wipe out the elite of the Zhang family who came to support him by laying a mirage.

On the contrary, the family monks on his side were wiped out, and such a huge reversal deficit made him a little stunned when he thought about it.

The short man looked at him, and the elder with the flying hammer glanced at him, meaning to let him support Shen Ye, who was under siege.

Shen Ye, who was besieged by dozens of Qi cultivators, was no longer as strong as it was before, and was doing his best to deal with the lifeless siege.

As soon as one monk falls, one will be immediately replaced and bombarded with a magic weapon.

The rush was fierce, and the sound of gold and iron clashing resounded in the air.

The short man looked stunned, he was shocked that Shen Ye would find himself in such an embarrassing situation, Shen Ye was extremely respected in the family, and he was also highly respected by the head of the family.

But such a sword cultivator was actually embarrassed under the siege of a bunch of qi cultivators.

Feeling the tiredness coming from his body, the short man longed to find a place to meditate and rest, but due to Shen Ye's deterrent power, he had to prepare to leave and join the battle.

At that moment, a cry of horror was heard.

The short man followed the voice, and saw the man with the flying hammer in his hand shouting at him, his eyes widening and revealing a look of deep disbelief.

He felt strange, and suddenly there was a whistling sound behind his head, and his whole body was as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

The short man hurriedly turned to look, his eyes almost bursting out, and his scalp tingled with fright.

Countless terrifying thunderbolts condensed together, and they rushed towards him with great momentum, and on a handsome face, there was an awe-inspiring killing cloth, and long black hair flew wildly.

"Not good!"

He retreated, out of the instinct of survival, the dagger he clenched in his hand burst out like water waves, and the whole person tried his best to play the magic weapon.

The dagger was full of waves, and there was a faint sound of waves, stabbing at countless thunderbolts.

Rumble!

The dagger extinguished some of the formidable thunderbolts, but it only served a slight stagnant effect.

Zhang Shaotian's expression was cold, and countless crackling thunderbolts struck directly at the short man's body.

"Ahhh......hh

The short man looked like a rotten wood after being electrocuted, emitting black smoke, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, without a trace of breath.

"Zhang Shaotian!"

A roar that almost cried blood sounded behind him, Xu Yongyun rushed towards him with a long sword, the hatred in his heart was monstrous, and he only felt a feeling of humiliation filling his body.

In addition to fighting with him, he even took advantage of his retreat to attack a monk in the early stage of foundation building, killing that person directly on the spot.

After Zhang Shaotian saw it, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and at this moment, his back was cold, like a man's back!

A sword light rose up, and then stabbed at him like a poisonous snake, and the awe-inspiring killing intent raged violently.

Zhang Shaotian's figure dodged one after another, the sword light was like a bone appendage, still biting hard, and when it was less than a foot away from his chest, he gritted his teeth and fanned sideways.

Bang!

The shock made his wrist numb for a while, Zhang Shaotian's expression was solemn, he pinched the trick with one hand, and the white lightning swooped and swooped, and hit Xu Yongyuan with a brush.

Xu Yongyun hurriedly used his sword move to block, and after many rounds of attrition, his state was still not the same as before, and his left shoulder was suddenly struck by a lightning strike, and it was immediately scorched, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

"Hiss~~"

He gasped and retreated.

Zhang Shaotian stood in place, his face did not have a trace of waves, he seemed to be profitable, but in fact, his heart was full of pressure at this time.

If it weren't for the consumption of multiple rounds of formations, the battle between him and Xu Yongyun would not have had the upper hand like this, but even so, after continuously using the thunder method, the mana in his body was less than two percent.

Looking at it, the monks of the Zhang family attacked Shen Ye frantically, and the appearance of being fierce to death made his heart tighten suddenly, and his long eyes lit up with a cold glow.

"When it comes to this, even if you die today, you have to keep it!" Zhang Shaotian said firmly.

He could not live up to the sacrifices made by his people, and if he retreated out of fear of death, he would even let his Dao heart be dusted.