After all, the three demon cultivators were Yuanying cultivators, not to mention that Xia Yi was already seriously injured, and after a little delay, they reacted, they looked at each other, and they had already struck at Xia Yi with their own powers.

Xia Yi gritted his teeth and flew straight into the sky, dodging the blow of the three people, and the four of them quickly became one, and Russia had already faced each other for dozens of rounds. Xia Yi gradually couldn't support it, and he was exhausted by the enemy on his abdomen and back. The forbidden technique that activated the sword spirit alone was used several times, and each time it was used, his face turned pale and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

At this time, the mountain protection array was shattered under the attack of dozens of Jindan monks. Xia Yi saw it from afar, shouted, and actually broke out from among the three demon cultivators, and twenty-four small swords were summoned by him again, stabbing at the demon cultivators who were cheering after breaking through the big array!

He muttered in his mouth: "Mingyue Sword, Mingyue Sword, I have failed you in this life!" "Those twenty-four small swords had already been damaged after the confrontation with the Ghost King Banner just now, and at this time, Xia Yi forcibly stimulated the remaining strength, and let out a long sword roar and broke through the air!

The three Yuan Infant Demon Cultivators shouted, "Not good! ”

Twenty-four small swords have arrived in the Demon Cultivation Army Formation, "bang" a sharp roar, the small swords all burst open, and the flying ash of the sword each shot out with an extremely strong spiritual power, like fireworks on Chinese New Year's Eve, brilliant and abnormal, and a piece of demon cultivation fell when they landed.

Xia Yi flew over, and the mother sword felt the annihilation of the sub-sword, trembling, and the low sound was endless. Xia Yi showed a sad look on his face, he loved swords and became obsessed, and letting him self-destruct the sword was even more uncomfortable than self-harm. He finally stood in front of the disciples of the Wunian Sect at the moment when the great array was shattered, and the whole person was like a sharp sword, standing straight, protecting the disciples behind him.

The three Yuanying Demon Cultivators were extremely angry, obviously they were here to destroy the other party, but now the other party has no damage, but they have lost a Yuanying leader and more than a dozen Jindan elites, how can they not be angry?

The three of them shook their mana, and the coercion of the Yuan Infant Stage was released, and the disciples of the Wunian Sect who cultivated a little lower bled from their mouths and noses, and fell to the ground.

Xia Yi has already taken the lead in the Jindan Demon Cultivation, he is not the head of the Wunian Sect at the moment, but the vanguard, the disciples behind him don't know how many Dharma decisions he has blocked, Xia Yi is covered in blood, where is there still a little bit of immortality of the monk, just like the general in the twilight, gradually weak, but the wind and bones are still there.

Seeing this, he still shouted: "Mingyue Sword Spirit, with my essence blood, I will die with you, come to help quickly!" The long sword in his hand suddenly surged several zhang long, bursting out with extremely terrifying spiritual power, he was covered in blood and spurted wildly, but his hands firmly held the long sword, his eyes were murderous, like the god of war in purgatory, and he slashed down at the three Yuan Infant Demon Cultivators.

"Master! How can you sacrifice your sword! Yuan Zhen shouted and ran over desperately, tears welling up in her eyes.

There was a bang, and the ground shook. One of the Yuan Infant Demon Cultivators didn't expect this person to be so desperate and desperate, he couldn't dodge, and a terrible scream came out, and Yuan Ying couldn't escape, and his soul was destroyed. The other two Yuanying Demon Cultivators were all shocked and inexplicable, and they were able to dodge it with twelve points of magic power, but they were swept away by the sword wind, and the clothes around them were torn, and it was difficult to recover from their senses.

In this way, the coercion of the Yuan Infant Stage was naturally withdrawn, and all the monks of the Wunian Sect felt that their bodies were light, and they already had some strength to fight with the demons.

And Xia Yi's eyes quickly dissipated after the power of that sword, he looked at the distant mountains and smiled faintly, closed his eyes and muttered: "I, Xia Yi, as the head of the Wunian Sect, can't keep the thousand-year-old inheritance of the ancestor, I am deeply ashamed, and now with the essence and blood of my whole body, I can protect thousands of disciples for a moment, which is the first thing I will never regret in my life!" ”

After that, the whole person aged rapidly, and he died of exhaustion of his essence, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground and turned into ashes......

The Wunian Sect was grieving, and their morale surged, and they actually drove the demons down the mountain for a few minutes, and Yuan Zhen cried bitterly.

Later, there was a huge disparity in strength, and the Wunianmen soldiers were defeated like a mountain, and the blood on the heavenly steps flowed, and the grass and trees were red. The original fairyland on earth turned into a Shura hell in an instant.

In the evening, the male cultivators of the Wunian Sect were slaughtered, and the female cultivators were all captives, and Yuan Zhen was naturally among them. Now there are only two demon clan Yuanying monks left, and the two of them have become the leaders, and the rest of the people respect the two of them, and the demon cultivators check them one by one, and finally return to the two: "Elder, I haven't seen the person Chu Zui said." ”

They were reporting here, but they overheard a demon cultivator shouting, "What kind of person is sneaky! ”

The eyes of the two Yuanying Demon Cultivators were all attracted to it, and they saw several Jindan Demon Cultivators dragging a woman over from behind the Zichen Palace, and the woman was trembling and very frightened. Yuan Zhen, who was captured on the side, was already anxious: "Xiao Yu! "That person is Yuan Yu.

Yuan Yu originally planned to escape secretly, but failed, and at this time he knelt down and said: "Don't kill me, please don't kill me." ”

Seeing her like this, Yuan Zhen had already scolded sharply: "How can a disciple of the Wunian Sect kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, have you forgotten what your master teaches on weekdays?" ”

Yuan Yu didn't dare to look at her gaze, she knelt at the feet of the two demon cultivators, and begged, "Are you looking for Ji Kokou?" I know where she is! ”

"Yuan Yu!" Yuan Zhen's eyes were full of pain.

As soon as the two Yuan Infant Demon Cultivators heard the whereabouts of Ji Kokou, they asked, "Where is it?" ”

Yuan Yu replied anxiously: "In Luoying Peak, I saw that she had been staying there, and I could take you there." Yuan Zhen was already angry and said: "Xiao Yu, you! ”

The two demon cultivators didn't look at Yuan Zhen either, nodded at Yuan Yu, and motioned for her to lead the way.

In order to prevent accidents, the others also pressed the captives forward, and everyone came to Luoying Peak in a mighty way. At this time, Ji Kokou was sitting in the main hall, and she heard the sound of breaking the air early, and sighed secretly: It's finally here!

She got up, straightened her clothes, smiled wryly, and paced out.

There was a large number of people standing outside, Ji Kokou glanced at it, and didn't see Xia Yi, knowing that he had suffered an accident, and seeing that all the female cultivators were all captives, showing a sad look.

The first two Demon Infant Cultivators saw her and asked, "Are you Ji Kokou?" There was already a Jindan Demon Cultivator beside him and leaned over and said, "It looks like it's her." ”

Ji Kokou said coldly: "What about Chu drunk? ”

The two demon cultivators said lightly: "You will naturally see it later, as long as you obediently tie your hands and arrest you, we will not kill you." ”

Ji Kokou sneered, sacrificed the Liuxia Sword, and the spiritual power around her body was surging, and she was going to fight to the death.

The two demon cultivators snorted coldly: "It's really looking for death." "One of them has already exerted the coercion of the Yuan Infant and reached out to grab Ji Kokou!

Ji Kokou's blood was suppressed and her blood surged up, and she almost vomited blood, she wanted to dodge, but she couldn't move at all. Seeing that the claw wind of the demon cultivator had arrived, Ji Kokou's vision was suddenly blocked, and she fell into a warm embrace, and was dragged away.

The demon cultivator threw his claws into the air, stunned and inexplicable, there was obviously no one here just now, why did one suddenly appear out of thin air.

The man was dressed in a plain brocade robe, with a handsome face, holding a fan in his left hand, and holding Ji Kokou firmly in his arms with his right hand, and said in a warm voice: "Don't be afraid. ”

If it's not Bai Muwei, who can it be?