There are not many Yuanying cultivators awakened by the predecessors of the gods, except for the demon cultivator boy named Huang Xiao, there are also Zhaoming Sword Monarch, Gu Zhenren, and the scribe surnamed Yan from Senluo Palace, there are only seven or eight people in total, and the number is less than half.

Miao Yan looked a little worried, pulled Xiao Zhengyi and asked in a low voice: "The seniors are almost one against two, is there no problem?" ”

Before Xiao Zhengyi could answer, Yan Xing had already said: "It's okay, most of these demon cultivators are injured, and their strength is not as good as Quansheng." As for the seniors, they should all be above the middle of the Yuan Infant, huh...... No problem. ”

"How does Yan Daoyou know that all of you seniors are above the middle stage of the Yuan Infant?"

What Miao Yan asked was exactly what Lingyu wanted to ask, only to hear Yan Xing answer: "This is also my guess, those just now, the Zhaoming Sword Monarch of the Zixiao Sword Sect, the Great Cultivator of the late Yuan Infant Period; Gu Zhenren, the head of Taibai Sect, was in the middle of the Yuan Infant; Senluo Dianyan Jun's predecessor, the middle of the Yuan Infant; And that senior, guessed by his appearance, is probably the Hanshi real person of the Zhenhua Immortal Sect, and he is also the middle ...... of the Yuan Infant."

After listening to her, Xiao Zhengyi expressed his admiration: "Yan Daoyou is really well-informed. ”

Yan Xing smiled: "It's just that I heard too much." "Monks like them who have stayed at a certain stage for a long time, unlike newly promoted monks, who only focus on cultivation, will instead spend most of their time communicating.

Not to mention them, the game is already in full swing.

The Hanshi Zhenren of the Zhenhua Immortal Sect is good at the art of defense, and he does not stand in front, but in the rear, maintaining the shield and protecting the monks who are still resisting the power of the magic weapon.

Most of these monks are still in the Dan stage, and more than a dozen Yuanying monks are fighting for the power of the law. I can't resist it. This is not the same as the foundation building disciples who are locked up in the battlefield. Even if all the disciples of Zhuji died in the war. For the sect, it will only take a hundred years to return to normal, and there will be no problems with the operation of the sect. If these monks fall, it will affect the foundation of the sect, teach the disciples, maintain the operation of the sect, and guard the production area of important resources...... It will be as little as five or six hundred years, and as many as a thousand years, and the vitality will slowly recover. Of course, as long as the infant monk is still around. The sect will not collapse.

The demon cultivator leader Xuan He, a fiery red feather slowly appeared in his hand, turning into a red thorn. He looked coldly at the Zhaoming Sword Monarch, Gu Zhenren, Yan Wenshi and others in front of him, and with a wave of his sleeves, the red thorn light flashed, getting brighter and brighter, like a large red glow, covering them overwhelmingly.

Zhaoming Sword Monarch snorted lightly, the purple sword in his hand was erected, and a finger trick was struck. The purple sword turned into a streamer. Flashing with thunder, he greeted him.

The sword becomes invisible! Lingyu's eyes were extremely hot when she looked at it. The sword becomes invisible. Swordsmanship that can only be achieved in the infancy of the yuan!

Refining qi and cultivating sword qi, building a foundation to understand the sword intent, condensing the sword heart, to the yuan baby, the sword cultivation will turn the sword into itself, when the time comes, the sword is me, I am the sword, the sword is invisible, and the formless is the sword, and you can achieve the real freewheeling.

She stared at the battle in front of her without blinking, feeling the subtlety of the high-level sword cultivation sword with hunger, although she could only understand a little, but for the foundation building monk, it was already a great gain.

She had seen the sword formation purple qi thunder jointly cast by Fu Yuanqing and other Zixiao Sword Sect disciples, and was shocked by its power, however, it wasn't until she saw Zhaoming Sword Monarch's purple qi thunder with her own eyes that she knew that the counterfeit was not comparable to the real one.

I saw Zhaoming Jianjun stretch out his hand and point, the purple qi surging like an ocean, and Xuanhe's red thorn magic weapon was like a boat in the ocean, undulating, as if it would be destroyed in the next moment.

Xuanhe, as the leader, dared to come here to make trouble, his strength should not be underestimated, and when he opened his mouth and spit out, several flames jumped out, hovering and submerging into the red thorns, and immediately the light was great, suppressing the purple qi.

Zhaoming Sword Monarch was not afraid at all, with a wave of his sleeve robe, hundreds of thunder rays as thick as buckets fell from the sky, and the purple qi surged even more violently, as if cheering for the thunder light.

Xuanhe shuddered, gritted his teeth, and struggled to support himself.

His cultivation is inferior to Zhaoming Sword Monarch, not to mention that the other party is still a sword cultivator, and it is normal that he can't beat him. But they're not alone now!

Not far away, Gu Zhenren pointed at the dust, and a green line as thin as a gossamer shot out, which looked extremely slow at first glance, but in the blink of an eye, it stopped a demon cultivator who wanted to rescue Xuanhe.

This demon cultivator turned into a human body, with a woman's appearance, wearing a snow-white robe, full of white hair, and a tall and strong figure, not inferior to a man.

Facing the green line shot by Gu Zhenren, she raised her fist and struck forward without any tricks! I saw that the fist shadow was heavy, like a mountain pressing down, and it pressed down on Gu Zhenren with great momentum.

Gu Zhenren was not in a hurry, and the green line suddenly became a ball, and suddenly burst out, turning into green smoke.

Qingyan and the mountains are clearly two completely unequal sides, but no one can help the other, and they are deadlocked there.

The demon cultivator who came to make trouble already had a numerical advantage, and this banshee was entangled, as well as others. A man as thin as a mouse pointed at Zhaoming Sword Monarch, and a puff of black smoke surged towards the purple qi.

Lingyu only glanced at it, and felt dizzy. In this black smoke, there seems to be a lot of negative feelings, which makes people feel sick and nauseous. She looked away, just looking at her afterglow, lest she really throw it up.

The purest purple qi, when it encounters this seemingly the most filthy black smoke, as soon as the two touch, they devour each other, and they will never die!

Taking advantage of the period when the purple qi was suppressed by the black smoke, Xuanhe closed his hands, and the red thorn magic weapon suddenly turned into a red light in the sky, meeting the thunder light.

On the other side, another demon cultivator made a move, and the monstrous waves rolled away.

Zhaoming Sword Monarch has one enemy and three enemies, and the other party's cultivation is not weak, so he can't help but show fatigue. Although the purple qi is pure, the thunder is also to ward off evil spirits, but it can't stop the three of them from cooperating seamlessly. The black smoke suppressed the purple qi, and the huge waves and red rays competed with the thunder.

Seeing Zhaoming Sword Monarch shake for a moment, Ling Yuqi said: "These demon cultivators, could it be that they are also in the late Yuan Infant period?" "The cultivation is too low, she can only guess based on momentum and coercion. Common sense speaking, the combat power of the late Yuan Infant is much stronger than that of the middle stage, especially the Zhaoming Sword Monarch is a sword cultivator, and a strong sword cultivator of the same rank is nothing with one enemy and three enemies.

Xu Yi groaned slightly, pointed at Xuanhe and said: "Looking at the power of his natal magic weapon, it should be the late Yuan Infant stage, but the other two are weaker." ”

"Then why does Zhaoming Sword Monarch look like he is barely exhausted?"

Before Xu Wei could answer, Fang Xinyan had already spoken: "Senior Sister Cheng, several seniors have been here for more than 20 years, and it has cost a lot of money to get Da Yanwei out of Lingbao control, so it is naturally not easy. Xuanhe They are not stupid, they dare to come here, it is impossible not to have a chance of winning. The predecessors of the Transformation God were pressed under the spirit treasure, and many Yu Dan and Yuan Infant monks were moved here many years ago, and their abilities have been exhausted. And all the predecessors of the Jiedan and Yuanying cannot be fully awakened, and they must leave people to resist the power of the magic weapon, and this battle is very difficult. Speaking of this, she sighed lightly, "I don't know what happened to the anode......

Lingyuxin said that these demon cultivators came to the cathode, describing the wolf bèi, and they didn't take advantage of the anode in the future. But when she faced Fang Xinyan at this time, she couldn't be as calm as the other party, so she simply kept silent.

The shape shì gradually developed in a bad direction. As Fang Xinyan said, they spent a lot of money and were not in good shape. The first to show fatigue was the scribe surnamed Yan of the Senluo Palace, the Demon Dao Exercises, stronger than the outbreak and weaker than the continuous, he was one against two, and gradually lost his support. Then there is the demon cultivator boy Huang Xiao, whose exercises are very similar to those of the scribes surnamed Yan. On the other side, under the continuous weakening of the black smoke, the sword momentum of Zhaoming Sword Monarch also slowly weakened, and it was difficult to sustain it for a long time. Gu Zhenren is slightly better, but only slightly better.

Watch the scales of victory tilt in favor of each other. Zhaoming Sword Monarch couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "What are you waiting for? ”

When the words fell, the mighty purple qi suddenly retracted, and the thunder dissipated, turning into a flying sword again, and falling into his hands. He held the sword horizontally in front of his eyes, brushed his fingers over the blade, and with a little eyebrows, the essence and blood flew out.

His actions irritated others. Huang Xiao shouted first, and his whole body burst into blood, as if he had come out of the Shura Hell.

"Shura Jue!" Xuanhe's expression changed slightly.

The scribe surnamed Yan followed closely, and as soon as his palms went up and down, a black mist suddenly appeared in the middle, as if there were ten thousand ghosts crying, and then, as soon as he closed his palms, the black mist exploded, drowning his whole person. The ghost cry gradually stopped, and the original awake eyes seemed to lose focus, looking at the demon cultivator in front of him without emotion.

"Smack!" A chain was in the air and struck out.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the true qi breaks through the air, and the aura fluctuates violently. The juniors in the corner are just fine dust floating in the huge waves, not even a small boat, and they are overwhelmed.

Even the Hanshi Zhenren who maintained the shield showed a tired look. With so many Yuanying Cultivators working together, the aura fluctuations generated were no joke.

Zhaoming Jianjun and the others exploded a killing move, turning the situation around in an instant. I saw that the purple qi was spread even more mighty than just now, with ghosts and shadows, and green threads were entwined like ghosts, suppressing the troublesome demon cultivators.

only heard the sound of "crackling", and the thin demon cultivator who cast the black smoke magic power was slashed by the purple thunder of the Zhaoming Sword Monarch, and with a miserable scream, the black smoke suddenly dispersed.

Zhaoming Sword Monarch's spirit perked up, his sword light shook, and he merged into one, stabbing at another banshee who cast a water-based spell.

They have three enemies and one, one of which has been destroyed, if this banshee cultivator is destroyed again, only Xuanhe will be left, and it will be difficult to set off a storm.

How could Xuan He not know that the red thorn suddenly changed direction to support the banshee, but unexpectedly, a green line came out like a ghost, and when the purple thunder flashed, it quietly stabbed the banshee.

This stab came suddenly, not to mention that Xuanhe didn't react, even Zhaoming Sword Monarch didn't expect it. But this did not prevent him from falling into the well, the sword light was crossing, and another demon fell!

Xuanhe paused, the light of the red thorns floating in front of him, and his face was covered with a blood mist.

"This is ......" Fang Xinyan was stunned, and suddenly shouted loudly, "Be careful, this is his natural supernatural power, blood shadow burning!" ”

Demon cultivators of various races have different talents, and Xuanhe's race is born with an auxiliary technique. It burns blood and temporarily boosts its power. When refining qi, it can only be increased by two or three percent, and as the cultivation grows, the effect is slowly enhanced, and when it reaches the Yuan Baby, it can be turned into a blood shadow burner, and the effect is comparable to the Yuan Baby's self-explosion!

Zhaoming Jianjun and the others had never encountered Xuanhe's race, and they were unprepared, and when they heard Fang Xinyan's reminder, they immediately used their own life-saving techniques-

The blood light flashed, the aura was turbulent, and after the loud sound, there was blood all over the ground. (To be continued......)