The spirit knife whistling and bringing gusts of wind is like the polar divine light that splits the air in legend. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the distance between the Tsing Yi scribe and the big man, and fell one foot above the head of the Tsing Yi scribe.

"Kill".

A shout came out of Qian Er's mouth, and several people standing beside Qian Er immediately woke up.

With a slap of his hand, the spirit knife that shone with light blue light, and the dagger with dazzling purple light flowed ....... Flew straight out of the storage bags that several people were carrying.

"Ahem".

The Tsing Yi scribe covered his mouth and coughed incessantly, and his figure flashed quickly to the right. In an instant, his figure appeared in a Dao shadow, and after a breath, the big man swung the great spirit knife and slashed it, only slashing through the phantom that remained in place.

And the scribe who couldn't stop coughing, at the moment when the spirit knife slashed the phantom, was already standing aside.

With his right hand, he slapped the storage bag, and the scribe who flashed the spirit knife took out a fan from the storage belt, which seemed to be unremarkable but carried a breathing atmosphere.

The wind howled, and the scribe with the fan in hand stopped talking, and by this moment he knew that it was impossible to change the minds of the group with his own words alone. In the hearts of this group of people, only the immediate interests are real.

Now, if he wants to live, he can only fight his way out. Or use your own strength to make this group of people understand. Even if they can really win themselves, they will have to pay a great price.

"Ping Pong, Ping Pong".

At the beginning of the battle, the two groups of people who fought together were directly divided into two battle groups under the horizontal cutting and vertical slashing of the scribe's fan, and the division of sharp and cold light.

The black-robed Yin Heron youth is a battle group with two Qi refining fourth-layer monks in the Han Dynasty. He himself was in a war group with Dahan, Qian Er, and the rest of the man.

"Ahem, ahem".

During the battle of the scribe in Tsing Yi, he was constantly coughing from his previous injuries. However, this does not affect the fan he wields in his hand. Like a fluttering butterfly, in the siege of the three Han people, after cutting the front and the cut, countless fan shadows flew away. insisted that the person holding the spirit weapon couldn't get close to his body.

I have to say that the scribes in Tsing Yi are strong. If it weren't for the fact that he was injured, with his cultivation at the fifth level of Qi refining, as well as the combat power he showed at this time. Mo said that the three of them besieged him, but at this moment, the situation was reversed, and it was possible for him to kill the three of them.

The big man waved the spirit knife in his hand and bombarded it head-on, and the money second-hand spirit sword was cut and slashed behind. The other person was holding a purple spirit dagger, like a spirit mouse drilling around. Constantly sneaking up around the scribes in Tsing Yi.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem, ......".

With the exquisite cooperation of the three of them, although they still failed to hurt the scribe in Tsing Yi. But in this continuous operation of aura, the injuries in the body of the Tsing Yi scribe were even closer to the brink of a full-scale explosion.

Bright red blood, like plum blossoms in full bloom, kept blooming on the hands of the scribes covering their mouths. The fan in his hand also became a little unsmooth in this cough.

Seeing this, the three of them were overjoyed. Suddenly, the spiritual weapon in his hand was infused with more spiritual energy.

The spirit weapons dance wildly, like enraged beasts. Under the continuous urging of the three of them, the light that bloomed by itself was like a fire that had been poured with oil. From all sides of the scribes, they kept pressing towards the scribes.

Seeing this scribe's urgency, he gritted his teeth, regardless of his own injuries. The fingers in his hand changed, and he flew directly to three feet beside him with the urging of the fan.

The cyan wings fluttered faintly, and this time it really transformed into a "cyan butterfly". Under the control of the scribe, the transformed butterfly flapped its wings and flew up and down around the Tsing Yi scribe in an extremely dexterous posture.

The wind is turning into a blade, an invisible wind blade, in the green butterfly flying. Towards the Han and several people.

And in this case, the spiritual weapons of the three Han people are like touching a cat and a mouse. No matter how hard they tried, they were too frightened to move forward. Even faintly, under this butterfly, the spiritual weapons in the hands of the three of them were forced to retreat.

"Possessed".

Seeing this, Fang Yi was shocked, and he couldn't help shouting in his heart. Unexpectedly, in the hands of the scribe in Tsing Yi, the seemingly unremarkable fan was so powerful, and it actually attached a trace of the soul of the demon beast.

You must know that there is also a difference between spiritual weapons and spiritual weapons. Putting aside the difference in order for the time being, let's talk about the same level of possession first.

It can be said that there is a world of difference between whether the spirit weapon of the same level has a spirit or not. After possessing the spirit, the spirit weapon adds a trace of the attributes of the demon beast, which can give full play to some of the skills of the demon beast. Even at critical moments, you can directly transform into the form of a demon beast to fight, just like a scribe in Tsing Yi.

Of course, although this body is somewhat similar, its combat ability is far behind, and it is not as good as a living demon beast. But even so, it is better than the same level spirit weapon that does not have a spirit.

The butterfly flies, and this turns into a fan in the shape of a monster. From time to time, a strong wind was fanned out in the flying dance, and in the fierce wind, the cooperation of the three Han gradually collapsed. The sealed directions were also attacked little by little.

Pressing the injuries of the body, seeing this, the scribe in Tsing Yi was overjoyed. The fingers in his hand flipped faster, and the aura in his body turned outward more quickly.

"Roar".

"Poof".

Seeing this, the big man in front of the scribe was anxious. Biting the tip of his tongue, he spewed out a mouthful of essence blood containing cultivation directly towards the spiritual weapon in his hand.

"Poof, poof".

Seeing the big man like this, Qian Er's face sank. With a mouth open, he also looked like a big man, and spewed out a mouthful of essence blood towards the spiritual weapon in his hand.

The red blood mist gradually rose, absorbing the spirit weapon of essence blood. At this moment, it was completely furious. Although they were not possessed by spirits, at this time, they were more violent than those spirit weapons that possessed fierce beasts.

Like a real killing machine, the spiritual weapon held in the hands of the three Han people. Little by little, like the legendary murderer who is not afraid of death, he goes towards the flying butterflies. It seems that even if it shatters itself into scrap metal, it will not be regretted at all.

The blood is shining, and the three spiritual weapons are like three bloodthirsty demons. Keep slashing towards the flying green butterflies.

The scribe in Tsing Yi took advantage of the sudden outburst and opened a way of life that was blocked again. The battle circle that had expanded a lot was compressed again in a few spiritual weapons that shone with blood light.

"Poof, poof, poof......".

Seeing this, the joy on the face of the scribe in Tsing Yi disappeared. In a hurry, the suppressed injuries were unstable, and three mouthfuls of blood spurted out one after another.

"Whew, smm, smh".

Three streaks of blood suddenly appeared on the scribe's shoulders and back. Taking advantage of the moment of his injury, the three of the big men attacked, directly breaking through the butterfly's defense, leaving these wounds on his body, which were deep and bone-piercing.

"Huh".

The scribe couldn't help but gasp as he ate a pain. In the final analysis, the injuries on his body still hindered him a lot.

Otherwise, with his strength, not to mention the wounds left by the three of them on him. At this moment, these people have long been dead here.

It is felt that this is getting more and more serious. As well as the big man, suddenly erupted into a more fierce attack, and the scribe in Tsing Yi urged the butterfly to block it hard, while frowning, hesitating in his heart.

Now in this situation, the fourth-layer friend he found in Qi refining. With its own strength, it is impossible to break through the encirclement and come to help.

But with him, not to mention that the injury was aggravated at this time. It is impossible for him to spew out essence blood and briefly increase the power of the spirit weapon like the big Han people.

Now, he has only one choice.

Thinking of this, the scribe in Tsing Yi turned his face resolute. The left hand slapped the storage bag, and a pill as black as thick ink, with strange patterns carved on its body. And just like that, it appeared in his hands......