Chapter 162: Formation

"Little slut, what do you know!"

"We lost the bet, but we left according to the bet. ”

"I have come back now to save your lives. You don't thank us, you even insult us!" Luo Chenyi snorted coldly.

"Director Liu, no matter what conditions you say, she, we won't save her. A sneer crossed the corner of Luo Chenyi's mouth.

Liu Ruihan and the others were surrounded by the martial artists of the cult Huanximen, and only the people of the martial arts family could save the lives of Liu Ruihan and the others.

Luo Chenyi believes that if they don't save Chen Mengyue, Chen Mengyue will definitely fall into the hands of the martial artists of the cult Huanximen.

The martial artists of the cult Huanximen practice evil skills, and once Chen Mengyue falls into the hands of the people of the cult Huanximen, life is definitely worse than death.

Luo Chenyi wanted to see if Chen Mengyue dared to continue to oppose the people of their martial arts family when he fell into the hands of the martial artists of the Cult Huanxi Sect.

"Even if I die, I don't need someone like you to save my life!" Chen Mengyue's eyes showed the will to die, if she really failed, she would commit suicide first, and never let herself fall into the hands of the martial artists of the cult Huanximen to be insulted.

"Master Locke, thank you for your kindness, we don't need your help. Liu Ruihan arched his hand.

Since Xiao Yang asked the Great Elder of Huanximen to summon all the Huanximen martial artists to the main altar, Xiao Yang must have a way to deal with these Huanximen martial artists.

"What?!"

"The people from the Security Service don't want us to help!"

"Do they think they can get rid of these cult Huanxi Sect warriors?"

"One Great Elder of the Joy Sect is enough for them to stand it, not to mention that there are so many helmsman level martial artists of the Cult Joy Sect. ”

The warriors of the small martial arts family talked a lot.

"Director Liu, don't say I didn't remind you, the conditions agreed to will not be the same as the current promise!" Luo Chenyi thought that he had decided Liu Ruihan and the others.

"Thank you Lord Locke for the reminder. Liu Ruihan nodded and said slowly: "I also want to remind the Luo family master that you will take care of the people you brought over later." If you provoke Mr. Xiao, even if you beg me, I won't be able to save your life. ”

Now that all the warriors of the cult Huanximen have gathered in front of the main altar of Huanximen, Liu Ruihan believes that the extermination of the cult Huanximen is only a thought of Xiao Yang. Liu Ruihan has nothing to worry about, the only thing to worry about is Luo Chenyi and others, if Luo Chenyi and others continue to think about grabbing credit, it is likely to anger Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang is not a good stubble!

"Huh. ”

"Thank you, Director Liu, for the reminder. Luo Chenyi sneered, obviously not taking Liu Ruihan's reminder to heart.

"Let's step back a bit, don't delay the people of the Quzhou Security Bureau. Luo Chenyi turned around and waved to the people of the small martial arts family.

"Yes. ”

"Obey the orders of the Lord of the Locke family. ”

"Stand away, everybody. ”

"Get out of the way. ”

"All back away. ”

The people of the small martial arts family walked to the side one after another, and then stood there with a playful smile on their faces, all holding their arms, looking at Liu Ruihan and the others.

They waited to see a good show, and after a while, Liu Ruihan and the others could not block the attack of the cult warriors, so they would naturally ask them for help.

The martial artists of the Cult Huanximen also looked at Liu Ruihan and the others with a mocking expression, they really didn't expect that Liu Ruihan and the others would refuse the help of the Quzhou Martial Arts Family.

"It's really interesting!"

"This group of people is crazy. ”

"They should be surrounded by us, and they don't even want help. ”

"Do they think they can kill us?"

The martial artist of the cult Huanxi Sect sneered.

"Mr. Xiao. Liu Ruihan looked at Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang bowed.

The martial artists of the Cult Huanxi Sect had already gathered, and Xiao Yang had long been ready to make a move, but Luo Chenyi suddenly brought a group of people from the martial arts family over and delayed the meeting.

"From. Xiao Yang coldly spit out a word, and with his voice, a wave of aura fluctuated from the surrounding void, and then a transparent water curtain-like light shield rose from the ground, enveloping the entrance of the main altar of the cult Huanximen, like a transparent sea bowl falling upside down, enveloping Liu Ruihan and the others and the martial artists of the cult Huanximen.

Luo Chenyi took the warriors of the small martial arts family to retreat, but now they are no longer in this transparent inverted sea bowl.

Everyone watched this scene, one counted as another, and their faces all showed shock and horror.

What kind of means is this?

The warriors of the cult Huanxi Gate, who were shrouded in the transparent upside-down sea bowl, felt a little uneasy, but the sea bowl condensed and formed extremely quickly.

When they reacted and tried to escape, the big bowl was completely condensed.

Rumble!

Near the edge of the sea bowl, the cult Huanximen warriors tried to rush out, but they crashed into the transparent light curtain and were bounced back.

"What the hell is this?"

"Whatever it is, attack it, smash it, and rush out. ”

Rumble!

The warriors of the Cult Huanximen stayed inside, and some people felt very uneasy, and everyone attacked the transparent light curtain together, but the light curtain did not move at all, but the people who attacked the light curtain were bounced back one after another, fell to the ground, and were all injured.

The martial artists of the Cult Huanximen were not reconciled and continued to try, but they still couldn't break through the transparent light curtain.

This transparent light curtain was the formation that Xiao Yang had set up by using the half-spirit grass and half-spirit objects he had collected when he was exterminating the small stronghold of the cult Huanximen.

It is the means of immortal cultivators, and the powerful formation can even kill the great power.

The formation arranged by the half-spirit grass and the half-spirit object is not powerful, and the powerful martial artists may be able to break the formation barrier, but these martial artists of the Cult Huanxi Sect obviously do not have that strength.

"Kill!"

"The curtain of light rises because of him, and as long as you kill him, this strange curtain of light will definitely disappear. ”

The martial artists of the Cult Huanxi Sect turned their heads one after another and looked at Xiao Yang, they stared at Xiao Yang like evil wolves, and there was murderous intent in everyone's eyes.

Facing hundreds of murderous awe-inspiring gazes, Xiao Yang looked plain, and coldly spit out a word, "Punishment!"

It suddenly rained in the upside-down sea bowl.

Raindrops fell, and a cult Huanximen martial artist was pierced through his body, screamed miserably, and died on the spot.

"Ahh

"This raindrop can kill!"

"Run!"

The martial artists of the Cult Huanximen were originally preparing to attack Xiao Yang, but suddenly a murderous raindrop fell, and the martial artists of the Cult Huanximen instantly became a mess.

The raindrops fell to the ground with a muffled thunderous sound, like cannonballs falling on the ground.

"Ahh

"Ahh

Someone attacked the raindrop, but although the raindrop was only one drop, it was extremely heavy and sharp, and it was actually the fist that pierced the martial artist of the Cult Huanxi Sect.

Someone lifted the stone, but the water dropped, and the raindrops continued to fall, piercing the man hiding under the stone and killing him.

Some people tried to dodge, but there were too many raindrops and too dense to completely dodge.

The screams in the formation came and went, and one after another the martial artists of the Cult Huanximen fell. Whether it's a little minion or a helmsman-level martial artist, they can't bear the raindrops.