"Everyone, be careful!" Qingfeng gently pushed the little fox back, and then stepped forward to meet the attack of the black-clothed masked man.

No one really expected that the situation would take such a rapid turn, and he also thought that it would be such a tragic result. If he hadn't used his true qi to protect his body in time, I'm afraid he would have turned into a dried corpse like those disciples.

Now dealing with a puppet corpse, he seems to be very powerless, firstly, the blow that resisted Luo Yun just now has consumed most of his energy, and now every move is powerless.

As for Ling Mo, from the beginning, he was a person who had great righteousness in his heart and wanted to save Xianyunguan. Although such an accident occurred at this moment, he did not regret his original decision, but he didn't expect these puppet corpses to be so difficult to deal with.

Previously, the mutation of the Wandering Cloud Sect was not a secret on Jiuhua Mountain. The head of Jiuhua Mountain also invited the immortal of Penglai Pavilion to preside over justice for this reason, and he was fortunate to see the immortal side again.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have followed the people of Xianyunguan all the way to Mt. Horibori so persistently. Now he only blames himself for not being resolute enough, and it is his own drag and water that has killed these people in vain.

"Don't struggle uselessly, now is your time of death." Luo Yun looked at the messy parrying of the three, he flicked his robe, and the attack speed of the masked man in black increased by a few points.

"Less nonsense!" The little fox's silver long whip is full of tigers, and although the attack is mighty, it can't help the limbs scattered by the puppet corpse to keep regrouping.

And so on and so forth, whether it's the little fox. Ling Mo, who still has no real person, is already exhausted of parrying. The three of them retreated more and more as they fought. In the end, he was forced by the puppet corpse to retreat to the door of Maple Leaf Zhai, and he was about to be unable to resist.

On the other side, Qingfeng dealt with the three puppet corpses alone, but he seemed to be at ease. I saw that a pale golden streamer appeared on his body again, and soon, he disposed of the three puppet corpses. Turned them into a pile of dry bones.

Luo Yun saw all this, not that he didn't want to make a move. It's involuntarily. At this time, his primordial spirit was still lodged in Nakahara's body, but this body could not withstand the power he kept sucking, and could not exert it freely.

Nothing real is small. Scratched on his right arm by the claws of a puppet corpse. Under the torn sleeve, black blood came out of the wound. He only glanced at the wound, and felt that his eyes were faint, and his strength was exhausted, and he collapsed.

After Ling Mo blocked the puppet corpse's move, he immediately moved his body quickly and supported the fallen Wuren, and he was also unguarded. also suffered a claw from a puppet corpse. Luckily, he only had half of his sleeve torn. It didn't hurt anyone.

Qing Feng shook the puppet corpse that was about to attack the little fox out with a gust of palm, and then he quickly threw the other two puppet corpses into Luo Yun in mid-air.

Luo Yun flashed lightly, avoided it, and then continued to manipulate the puppet corpse, and attacked again, "Qingfeng, when you came to my Wandering Cloud Sect, you hid so deeply, I want to see how capable you are!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the cold wind was blowing, and the dead leaves were messy, and the dust flew all over the sky. The sky also darkened, and in the gust of yin wind, a few red lights suddenly flashed, and in front of the maple leaf fast, there were five more puppet corpses.

Ling Mo and Wu Zhenren couldn't help but gasp, just now they only had to deal with one, they were already choking, and now that there are more, it seems that their lives are really hanging by a thread.

The eight puppet corpses, in the cold yin wind, were not affected in any way. I saw that their steps were steady and their bodies were straight, and they soon stood in a gossip formation.

Subsequently, the yin wind became more violent, Ling Mo and Wu Zhenren were attacked by the yin wind, and they had no time to care about other dangers, the two of them leaned back to each other, but their eyes were almost unable to open.

Qing Feng pulled the little fox to his side, looking at the position where the eight black-clothed masked men were standing, and gradually lit up with a faint red light, he knew that it would not be so easy to deal with next, "Xiaoyu be careful, don't stay too far away from me." ”

Although the little fox protected his eyes with his hands, he couldn't cover the dust in the sky, his eyes still got into the sand, it hurt, and his cheeks were wet with tears, "I know Brother Jinpeng, you have to be careful, this monster doesn't know what tricks to use." ”

Qingfeng concentrated his breath, and the streamer on his body appeared more golden and dazzling in the yin wind, bright and dazzling, "Don't worry, with me, I won't let you have anything to do." But in a moment, as long as we avoid this fate, we must leave immediately. ”

This sentence was said to the little fox, and it was also a reminder to Ling Mo and Wu Zhenren.

Then, as soon as the green wind was sent, the yin wind that lingered around was dispersed, and then within a radius of two meters, it was temporarily free from the invasion of the yin wind. Ling Mo, who had regained his sight, looked at everything that was happening around him incredibly.

Ling Mo looked at this calm and calm young man, he was embarrassed to show too much embarrassment, but after all, it was a matter of life and death, he still asked anxiously, "Little brother, what should we do now?" Can this formation crack the escape? ”

Qingfeng smiled indifferently, "If there is no accident, just deal with these puppet corpses, it should be no problem." After a while, you will see the opportunity to act, just protect the old Taoist and leave quickly, don't hesitate. ”

Ling Mo nodded, and said with a dark and heavy arch, "I understand, I thank you here in advance." ”

At this time, there was no real person, and he didn't know what to say, looking at the corpse of the same door after he died, like a mustard being blown around by the yin wind, he was in a deep pain, so he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood and choked a few times.

"Real person, are you alright?" Ling Mo looked worriedly at his injured right arm, only to see that the wound was black and swollen, "These monsters are puppet corpses, they can't hide corpse poison in their fingernails, right?" ”

Wu Zhenren glanced at the wound, although the acupoint had been sealed to prevent the spread of poisonous gas, but the pain on the wound was heart-piercing, and it was really difficult for him to pretend not to care, "I'm sorry Daoist Xiao Ling, it's the old man who is too conceited, not only has he killed so many fellow disciples, but he has also caused you to suffer together." ”

Ling Mo hurriedly shook his head and said, "Real people don't blame themselves, it's still important to save their lives right now, the Wandering Cloud Sect kills innocents indiscriminately, does a lot of evil, and sooner or later will be punished." ”

The little fox looked at the two of them, and didn't want to say anything, she leaned over to Qingfeng's side, "Brother Jinpeng, what do you need me to do, just open your mouth, don't take risks alone." ”

Ling Mo and Wu Zhenren also nodded at the same time, willing to obey Qingfeng's orders. The two of them looked around, and the wind was so cold that they couldn't see everything around them clearly, only eight faint reds, strange flickering. (To be continued.) )