The grass and trees burned, making bursts of "crackling" sounds, as if shaking people's hearts.

Everyone didn't say a word, only Shangguan Chengtai's slightly heavy gasping sound could be heard.

The disciples of Cunwei Mountain stood quietly with solemn expressions.

The Wu clan of Qingmiao Village stared at Yin Wuyong with hatred.

Miao Yang held two short spears with a cold glow in each hand, and his arms were covered with blood, standing beside Fang Shaobai, and snorted a mouthful of phlegm at Yin Wuyong.

Yin Wuyong's gaze swept over, Fang Shaobai stepped forward with his sword, and resolutely blocked in front of Miao Yang, and the rest of the Cunwei disciples were also on guard.

However, Yin Wuyong didn't make a move, but just stopped his gaze on Ning Qingyun's cold but beautiful face again, and his eyes couldn't help moving.

"It's okay if you don't say it. Yin Wuyong seemed to have something in mind: "When you die, I will naturally be able to dig out who you are from your corpses." However, this beauty has to be kept. ”

Yin Wuyong smiled and thought to himself: "If Elder Chunqiu can get such a stunner, if he is happy for a while, maybe there will be a turn for the better. ”

Ning Qingyun listened to Yin Wuyong's words, but her expression did not change, like an iceberg that had been silent for a long time.

"Do it......" Yin Wuyong was about to give an order, but he heard someone behind him speak one step ahead of him, and he was annoyed that a guy who didn't have long eyes dared to cross him to give orders, but he heard a series of screams from the disciples behind him.

The next moment, a bone-chilling chill enveloped him.

What an arrogant and surging killing intent it was, like the bright moon and the cold air falling into the world.

The silver sword shadow slashed like a crescent moon, and every trace of cold qi seemed to be a sharp sword, stinging Yin Wuyong's skin.

The sharpness that came from behind made Yin Wuyong's heart chill. At the same time, a huge fire dragon and a huge shadow like a mountain struck from the left and right in front of him at the same time!

"Cunwei disciple listen to the order! Formation!" Nangong Beidou's voice resounded in the night sky.

Needless to say, Shangguan Chengtai and Ning Qingyun had quietly changed their positions, forming a sword formation with Nangong Beidou, and surrounding Yin Wuyong in the center.

When the rest of the disciples saw Nangong Beidou appear, their spirits were in unison, and under the auspices of Fang Shaobai, they took a step forward one after another to protect everyone in Qingmiao Village.

The sword in his hand shone like a banner and lit up like a star.

The sword qi surged, intertwined in the blink of an eye, enveloping everyone without distinguishing between them, and unleashing attacks on the surrounding enemies.

Yin Wuyong was surrounded, and the sword formation was together, and the rest of the Star Luo Sect's formation was suddenly in chaos.

What's more, except for the three people who were killed by Nangong Beidou in the blink of an eye at the beginning, there were still people in the Star Luo Sect who continued to fall inexplicably.

Flying Frost Sword, Red Sky Red Carp, Sinking Dragon Sparrow.

The three immortal treasures emitted a brilliant color, and they came and went above everyone's heads with majesty, besieging Yin Wuyong.

Nangong Beidou, Ning Qingyun, Shangguan Chengtai.

Although these three people have not yet attained the Dan, they all have extremely solid cultivation skills, not to mention that one of them is born with a sword sense, a fire yuan body, and a fierce mountain.

Xingluozong raided Qingmiao Village, and everyone hurriedly responded to the battle.

Shangguan Chengtai wanted to save the villagers, Ning Qingyun had to deal with it alone, and naturally he was not an opponent.

And right now, the three of them form a sword formation, complementing each other's strengths and weaknesses, and the power of swordsmanship is even more complementary.

What's more, it's not the first time that the three of them have joined forces to fight each other.

Although Yin Wuyong was shocked by the attack of the three of them at the moment when Nangong Beidou appeared, he still disdained the three juniors in his heart, and only sneered: "What, do you think you can turn the tables around like this?"

The ice exploded, and the flames were like stars.

Between the extreme cold and the extreme heat, there was an awe-inspiring wind.

Yin Wuyong sacrificed the impermanence cone, and collided with the sinking dragon sparrow fiercely, only to feel a huge shock in his senses, scolding his mother in his heart, and the attack in his hand became more and more intensive.

Nangong Beidou glanced around from the corner of his eyes, but his heart sank slightly: Right now, the three of them did contain Yin Wuyong, a Jindan monk, but it was not easy to defeat him or even kill him.

He had already fought with Bai Wushuang before, and Ning Qingyun had also spent a lot of True Yuan, but Shangguan Chengtai's previous loss was nothing.

And the people of the Star Luo Sect seem to have died a lot under him and the secret Yuexi, but they are still far superior to their people in numbers.

Fang Shaobai's sword formation did play a protective role, but at the same time, it also restricted the Wu people from helping with witchcraft.

If the stalemate continues, I am afraid that the other party will eat away at the others little by little.

Of course, if this is the result, Yin Wuyong probably won't be happy. After all, it was originally a surprise plan to hide from others, and it was not a happy thing for him to be dragged on for so long.

Nangong Beidou expected it to be good, but in just a short period of time, the rest of the Star Luo Sect had stabilized.

In the next moment, Yu Wanqiu was accidentally injured for a while and was in chaos, although the sword formation was not disrupted, but the surrounding sword qi had already been disordered.

Seeing that his companions were about to be unable to withstand the attack of the Star Luo Sect monks, Nangong Beidou shouted at the crowd of Qingmiao Village: "Bai Wushuang has left this place, you still don't make a move, do you want to die here together?"

Yin Wuyong was slightly stunned: "Bai Wushuang?

Before he could react, five or six figures jumped out of the crowd of Qingmiao Village one after another, attacking the Star Luo Sect monk.

"People from the Yin Yang Sect?!" Yin Wuyong was taken aback.

If it was said that the appearance of the people of Cunwei Mountain here had surprised him very much, the appearance of the people of the Yin Yang Sect made him sense a trace of conspiracy.

When did so many people from other sects appear in the territory of the Star Luo Sect?

What happened in the land of southern Xinjiang?

Why did the sect suddenly send a large number of disciples to the hinterland of southern Xinjiang?

The intervention of the Yin-Yang Sect monk changed the situation on the field again.

Now the key is to be cloudy.

"Keng!" The Flying Frost Sword spun rapidly in the air, shooting out dozens of sword qi, densely stabbing towards Yin Wuyong like raindrops, cutting deep grooves on the ground in an instant.

Immediately after, the sword qi of the Sinking Dragon Sparrow swept across the ground, leveling it again.

Yin Wuyong was still cautious of these juniors at first, but later he suddenly realized that he seemed to be at a disadvantage, and his true yuan was constantly passing for some reason.

When he realized this, he was really shocked and angry.

At this time, Yin Wuyong realized the crisis, and the intention of retreating was born in his heart.

But it was too late.

Wherever the Flying Frost Sword passed, the frost bloomed like a flower, and the piercing sword intent pierced Yin Wuyong's skin with bursts of stinging pain. In front of and behind him, the waves of fire were rolling, and the fire of dawn was originally used to deal with the Wu people, but now it has become a meal for the red carp, and in turn it has become something that threatens him.

Shangguan Chengtai picked up the sinking dragon sparrow, and the whole person rolled like a wheel, and no one dared to approach the three zhang around.

Nangong Beidou saw that Yin Wuyong had the intention of retreating, and the flying sword offensive was as dense as the drumbeat of the battlefield, and the sword momentum of each sword was constantly superimposed, and the silver sword light stained with moonlight burst down, like a sword breaking through the wolf.

Yin Wuyong was about to fight back, but he knew that his heart hurt for no reason, and the whole person froze in mid-air, and his posture was extremely weird.

The next moment, he was first pierced by the silver sword light, and then half of his shoulder was scraped off by the sword wind of the Sinking Dragon Sparrow, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

Nangong Beidou was about to make a move, but Yin Wuyong's whole person did not resist at all, but trembled and rolled violently on the ground, and even rolled into the fire did not stop him from letting out a miserable cry, as if the pain was extreme.

Yin Wuyong's cry made everyone's hearts feel cold, and the next moment, whether it was the people of the Star Luo Sect or the people of Cunwei Mountain or the Yin Yang Sect, they all gasped.

Ning Qingyun was closer, and he took three steps back in succession, as if there was something terrifying ahead.

Only the faces of the clansmen of Qingmiao Village were intertwined, and a look of doubt and excitement flashed.

Yin Wuyong's voice gradually weakened, and everyone could see the situation on him clearly.

Because he was wearing black clothes, Nangong Beidou didn't notice it at first, but it wasn't until this time that the blood stained the ground into a piece, and others discovered that Yin Wuyong didn't know when the blood all over his body was like a pour, and it seemed to be full of holes, not just injured by a flying sword.

And those red bugs as thick as little fingers in the blood are constantly beating, including Yin Wuyong's body, face, and eye sockets!

Nangong Beidou's whole body was chilling, these insects actually came out of Yin Wuyong's body and gnawed at his flesh little by little!

In the shadow of the firelight, Yuexi slowly walked out, with a shallow smile on her face, as if she had done nothing.

"Holy Maiden!" Star Nuer cried out with joy.

The villagers of Qingmiao Village woke up like a dream, and they waved their arms and shouted loudly for the name of the saint.

"It's the Holy Gu! Only the Holy Gu is not afraid of the fire of dawn!Sure enough, it's the Holy Maiden!" they knelt down and bowed feverishly, ignoring the presence of the enemy.

The people of Cunwei Mountain, Yin Yang Sect, and the remaining Star Luo Sect looked at each other, and a chill flashed in their eyes, and the people of the Star Luo Sect trembled with fear.

"The Holy Maiden of the Witch Clan...... How can you be in such a small clan?" someone shouted in horror.

His voice woke up the fanatical Wu people, and without the help of the people of Nangong Beidou and the Yin Yang Sect, these Wu people who had been severely suppressed before had already rushed up and besieged the people of the Star Luo Sect.

Nangong Beidou looked at the slaughter in front of him, opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, he exploded his scalp: an incomparably powerful momentum came from the dark dense forest.

It was a darkness that seemed to swallow everything.

The sharp sound of cracking the air seemed to puncture the eardrums, and everyone sensed the impending crisis.

The momentum was so powerful that the people who were a little worse at the scene could hardly stand, only to feel that the sky above them was about to be cut open.

Nangong Beidou, Shangguan Chengtai, and Ning Qingyun all their weapons were sacrificed at the same time, gathering in the air to meet the attack of the man in the forest. At the same time, Yuexi raised her hands flat, and powerful fluctuations spread out from her body, and the entire mountain forest seemed to sense the danger of her master in response to her call.

However, even though they were trying to resist, Nangong Beidou was shocked to find that he could no longer move, not even breathe.

It's as if you can only close your eyes and wait for death.

Nangong Beidou opened his eyes suspiciously.

The surroundings were as quiet as at night, and the cool breeze blew by, and everyone was cold, only to realize that the flames around them had been extinguished, and they were sweating profusely.

Nothing happened.

But before Nangong Beidou could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Yuexi's voice without a trace of emotion: "Take them, everyone!"

He looked up in amazement, and the holy daughter of the witch clan smiled lightly, with banter and sarcasm in her eyes.