"Let me help you. ”

The sword trembled, and the roar was like frost.

Mo Xie stepped forward, staggering step by step.

"Kill him. ”

The blood in his mouth and nose was still pouring out, and Zhou Qiyuan struggled to stand up, but he found that more blood would come out as long as he changed his current posture slightly, and he could only give vague orders to the other monks.

Mo Xie's stone was smashed in just the right position.

In the end, there is still some use in practicing martial arts, forcing the enemy to kneel down to oneself and not be able to move, which is a great enjoyment psychologically speaking.

"Kill!"

Zhou Laoqi was the first to strike, after all, Mo Xie was originally arranged to be his opponent, and now that Mo Xie has been injured, looking at his appearance that he can't even walk steadily, Zhou Laoqi feels that the time has come for him to become famous.

A person who had never been able to kill even Zhou Xinyan, a person who had infiltrated the heavily guarded Zhou family's forbidden land and had been bouncing in front of many Jindan monks for so long, being able to kill him no matter what meant a capital that was enough to brag to others.

Some people picked up the sword trick and threw out their flying swords, and some people cast spells and threw out various colored runes.

Ice picks and fireballs dance, and flying swords are the same color.

Once any tall thing loses its limit in a small quantity, it will cause people to have aesthetic fatigue and their original grade will also decline.

It's like a king has become a miscellaneous soldier, just like 'Jin Dan walks all over the ground, and Yuan Ying is not as good as a dog'.

Mo Xie didn't glance at the 'miscellaneous soldiers' who were all over the sky.

He didn't have the skills.

His entire mind had been poured into the sword in his hand.

His state is not good, thirty percent of the meridians in his body have been injured in the process of forcibly exercising luck, most of which have been directly broken, and at this moment he can still luck his qi Half of it depends on the 'energy storage pipe' in his body to match everywhere.

That's why he can still wield his sword.

'Concussion Sword'.

"Buzz~!"

After taking five steps, a wonderful rhythm emanated from Mo Ye's sword and body, and this was the slowest start he had since he practiced the 'Concussion Sword' to perfection.

It doesn't matter if it's slow, as long as it can be made, it's enough.

Taking two more steps, the sky full of cultivators' attack methods engulfed his figure at the right time, as if he had already suffered several times.

The flying sword penetrated his body, and he couldn't take away a trace of his flesh and blood, and the spirit rune pierced his body, and he couldn't stop him for a minute or a second.

His form is somewhere between the virtual and the real, like a ghost.

But there is no talisman in this world that can cast out this ghost.

The heavy rain of flying swords and talismans stopped.

"How is this possible......"

Someone was surprised.

"What kind of means is this?"

Someone doubted.

"Is this a 'supernatural power'? Could this person be a master of Yuanying? No, the style of the master of Yuanying will never be so low-key, and he will never use his 'supernatural power' in front of an opponent who does not match! He is a Tianjiao! He has a 'supernatural power' before he is promoted to Yuanying! Run away! You must not be entangled with it!"

Someone is afraid.

Someone turned words into action, recalling his flying sword and trying to escape, but ......

"It's so lively, my lords!"

I don't know when the light of the dark blue here has almost dissipated, and the function of the large array has been completely lost for the outside world, except for vaguely covering the ground of the most layer.

It was surrounded by countless figures, dressed in variegated robes, their faces haggard or pale, none of them healthy.

They are the lower-class monks of the Zhou family, and the highest cultivation among them is only the foundation building perfection.

At the head was Zhou Qimo, who had a smug face and a green edge in his palm, just like anyone behind him did.

"You want to rebel?"

A Jindan monk who tried to escape from the stratum pointed at the many lower monks standing on the rock walls, cave entrances, and passageways, but he soon found that he couldn't do it at all.

A low-level monk can't fight a high-ranking monk, a hundred against one, but what about a thousand against one?

Many Jindan monks had already consumed a lot of spiritual power after experiencing the two fierce battles of besieging Zhou Xinyan and besieging Mo Ye, and in such specific scenes, they were unsure in their hearts in the face of many low-level monks.

"That's right! We're just going to rebel! You dogs only care about eating and drinking spicy food for yourself, and the brothers' cultivation resources have been empty for several days!"

Zhou Qimo said hatefully.

"It's up to you?"

The 'superior people' always have the arrogance of belonging to the 'superior people', and a Jindan monk scolds back.

"Hey, hey. ”

Zhou Qimo didn't answer, he just nodded his chin and motioned for the man to look back.

The man turned his head.

He saw a sight he would never forget in his life:

Red.

Countless red lights emanated from the fragments of each tombstone, and what Zhou Xinyan had been desperately trying to inspire before did not fall asleep because of the shattering of the tombstone.

Endless red light emanated from all corners and finally converged to form a humanoid cluster of light. After transporting the red light, all the jade stones were blown into powder, and they were scattered into the air, gorgeous and with a bad atmosphere.

"Boom!"

The red light gathered into a humanoid shape as tall as a three-story building, and it landed on the ground with a dull crashing sound that seemed to hit everyone's hearts.

"Kill!"

The giant has no facial features, but everyone can clearly hear the sound it makes.

Raising his hand in the air, a Jindan monk in mid-air was sucked through the air, even as he struggled incessantly and attacked the giant by all means.

His struggles were useless, and his physical attacks passed directly through the giant's body and then fell weakly, while those energetic attacks were directly absorbed by the giant.

"Click!"

The giant squeezed the golden monk in his hand, and the sound of crushing a fried grasshopper fell into everyone's ears.

What a terrible giant!

"This is the last resort of the old miscellaneous hair...... No, is this the method set up by the ancestors who were buried in the depths of the Zhou family in order to fight against a strong enemy...... Killing the Jindan monk is like killing a chicken, this strength is simply outrageous!"

Someone complained.

"Kill!"

Throwing away the bloody remains of the Jindan monk, the giant spat out the word 'kill' again.

"Run!"

No one tried to fight back, they had been frightened by the giant's methods, and at the same time, they also knew very well that the order received by the giant released by Zhou Xinyan must be to kill them all.

Many Jindan monks were about to rush out when they stepped on their flying swords, but the outside was already surrounded by low-level monks in layers.

"Get out of the way!"

Someone shouted.

He was responded to by numerous falling rocks and a slogan:

"We want to cultivate! We want resources! We want to revolutionize our lives!"