Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Swamp War
Cheng Yu saw the posture of their rescue, and thought to himself that these three people were afraid that they would regret not being at the beginning. I saw that the three of them were tightly tied together by Tian Ling, dragged in the swamp, a monk was hanging from a single hand with only one hand, and he struggled vigorously in pain. And the monk beside him was dragged by the neck, and his face was even more red. The monk at the front was tied to his waist, but he was dragged face down, and his whole body was trapped in the foul-smelling mire.
"Let go, you stinky bitch." At this time, two people suddenly burst out of the drum bag on the side, and one of them shouted angrily at Xia Lushan, and immediately a spiritual power struck him.
"So you're in the same group." Xia Lushan realized at this time, she was furious, and took out the flying sword and immediately greeted the comer.
The battle was on the verge of breaking out, and various spells collided together, and the swamp mud that struck it flew everywhere.
"Aren't you going to help?" Mo Zhiyan glanced back at Cheng Yu, who was sitting cross-legged on the spirit sword behind him, and saw that she was watching with relish.
Cheng Yu shook his head, and learned from Mo Zhiyan to hook the corners of his lips and said: "Xia Lushan has many magic weapons, and just smashing them can smash those people to death." ”
Mo Zhiyan couldn't help laughing, this was the reason why those scattered cultivators were happy and worried when they met the disciples of the Great Gate Sect. The good news is that these disciples often have many magic weapons on them, and robbing one of her is more than robbing many monks. The worry is also because they have too many magic weapons, so that the scattered cultivation is often unable to parry, and they will die.
Seeing that Xia Lushan and those two were fighting in full swing, the monks who were bound by Tian Ling at the bottom came to their senses, and tried all kinds of methods to relieve Tian Ling to no avail. The three of them struggled but slowly sank in the swamp, and by the time they reacted, the swamp had already overflowed their waists. This time it doesn't look like there's a stepping stone under the place. The swamp here was not deep, and they only felt a nameless suction force underneath dragging them down.
"Help." In addition to constantly shouting loudly, the three of them couldn't use half of their spiritual power.
"There's something weird about this swamp." Mo Zhiyan immediately raised the spirit sword and stayed away from this swamp.
There was also a scream, but it was Xia Lushan who cut off the head of one of the monks with a sword, blood splattered everywhere, and the corpse fell from the magic weapon into the swamp, silently at a strange speed.
The remaining monk had a hideous face and shouted angrily: "Stinky woman, return my brother's life." I'll fight with you. ”
"It's up to you, and those who are not afraid of death will come." Because of a stinky woman, Xia Lushan's face was very bad, and the magic weapon in her hand changed her tricks, and she was about to kill the person in front of her.
The blood disappeared as soon as it entered the swamp, and after a moment,
The sound of 'coo-knock' came from under the swamp. The once lifeless swamp suddenly resembled boiling water, and countless bubbles rose from the bottom. Not far away, black stone-like objects slowly rose. Seeing this, the three monks, whose heads were only exposed, were terrified, because they felt something swimming under them.
"Ahh Soon the screams were heard, and one of the three had his eyes bulging out, and countless blood spurted out of his mouth.
The remaining two, who still couldn't figure out the situation, were even more frightened.
And it was this exclamation that made the two people in the fight stop. The monk immediately flew into the swamp and dragged the two men out of the swamp.
"What's going on?" Xia Lushan's flying spirit weapon flew towards Mo Zhiyan, and they watched the excitement on the side, presumably knowing what was going on.