The mortals in a hurry looked up at the sky, wanting to find help, but were shocked by the many attacking demon cultivators in the air. Although the high-end combat power is on par with the other party, the enemy and the enemy are inseparable, and there is no time to take care of it, the number of low-end combat power immortal cultivators seems to exceed the demon cultivation several times, and the mid-end combat power is less than that of the demon cultivator, plus some demon cultivation techniques restrain the sword cultivation, at the beginning, the middle and low-end monks fought with each other, and after a long time, the disadvantages of the immortal cultivator side were highlighted, and the demon cultivator was able to kill to the ground。 The air immortal cultivator wanted to intercept it, but was besieged by a large number of demon cultivators, and he couldn't break free, he was slightly distracted, suffered a fatal blow, and his decline was slightly apparent.

The mortal who swallowed his saliva quickly ran over the edge of the pit, picked up the injured Feiyang and ran, having already given up on dealing with the stunned demon cultivator. Not a few steps before running, the attacking demon cultivator in the air had already landed, with a hideous smile and a fierce face with a sharp attack, killing casually in the sword cultivation. Flying corpses, stumps, blood, internal organs, and the like were all visible to mortals, drawing a miserable arc above Jian Xiu's head in front of him, the smell of blood and stench between his noses, and the uninterrupted wails of despair filled with injuries and heart-rending in his ears sounded heavily in the background of this hellish scene.

Feiyang lay on his stomach in the ears of mortals, and said with teary eyes: "Big brother, can you live?"

I can hear the sadness in Feiyang's tone, it is the sadness after losing confidence in life, and the mortal who has lost hope does not want to disappoint the only little brother who has been loyal to him since he was a child, and hopes that he can grow up happily from the bottom of his heart, and now this hope is about to be dashed, what he can do is to pat Feiyang on the ass with his hand, cheer him up and say: "There is a big brother, no!" secretly said to the seeker: "Old guy, if you can survive this time, the master will send you back." ”

The seeker came with a long sigh: "Destroyed in the fairy demons, buried in the fairy demons." After that, there were no more words, and my heart was dead.

After retracting the shrinking silver ball, the demon cultivator looked up to the sky and roared: "Who? The black aura gathered, and a giant demon beast four feet high and two feet wide appeared on the peak, taking away a piece of sword cultivation with every move, and the laughing demon cultivator stood on the chest of the demon beast, and the laughter mixed with the word death echoed in the ears of the surrounding sword cultivators.

The mortal who was carrying Feiyang on his back was now blindly avoiding the attack range of the demon cultivator, trying his best to run to a secluded place, running in the opposite direction of the sword cultivator who participated in the battle, Feiyang, who had slightly recovered from his injuries on his back, sensed the mortal's intentions and shouted in the mortal's ear: "Big brother, big brother, swear to defend Jianyuan Pavilion to the death, Feiyang will not leave, let Feiyang run down, big brother will run for his life, Feiyang swears to defend Jianyuan Pavilion, defend Jianyuan Pavilion, big brother, let me down......"

Fei Yang, who was injured, felt that mortals ignored him, and at the moment he broke free a little, mortals without any cultivation were helpless against him. Feiyang in front of him held a sword in one hand, stroked his chest with the other, and jumped with a wounded leg, and the mortal was full of strength in the back, hugging Feiyang, and his exhausted body was driven by Feiyang to close the distance to a demon cultivator, and the mortal shouted eagerly: " Feiyang, listen to the eldest brother, count the eldest brother begging you, it doesn't matter if you die, but the one who wants to die is valuable, so he rushed over like this, and he had a good use for demon cultivation, but he just added another corpse to the sword peak, this retreat is only for better revenge next time, follow the eldest brother to find a secluded place, cultivate hard, and wait until the attack is completed, and regain the Jianyuan Pavilion, wouldn't it be better. Flying, say a word, and go with your head down...... Get out of the way!!"

A force from the magic sent by the demon cultivator near Feiyang's waist emerged from the bottom of the mortal's heart, quickly let go of Feiyang, three limbs at the same time, bounced up to the ground, blocked between Feiyang and the spell, although the body robes blocked the spell, but just erupted to arouse their own potential, too hard, the muscles on the arms and legs were directly torn apart, the pain was unbearable after landing, the three limbs hurt as soon as they moved, the skin showed blue, the facial features on the face were wrinkled together, and the cold sweat was dripping down.

Feiyang didn't react until the mortal landed, reached out and took out a few healing pills and stuffed them into the mortal's mouth, reached out to hug the mortal's upper body, put his hand on the mortal's head, stroked it gently, and muttered: "Big brother, Feiyang just wants to do his meager help for the Sword Pavilion, the master is for the Sword Pavilion, the apprentice should inherit and dedicate himself to the Sword Pavilion, the eldest brother must remember that Feiyang is a Sword Pavilion monk, that is, a monk, and he should swear to protect the Pavilion." This time the eldest brother can come, Feiyang is very happy, thank you for the eldest brother's concern. Feiyang is leaving, big brother, don't read it. ”

The mortal who was in pain and fatigue wanted to open his mouth to persuade Feiyang, but after opening his mouth, he could only hiss, and felt Feiyang put himself on the ground and staggered towards the direction where the demon cultivator was, and after a glance, he just found that the demon cultivator was staring at Feiyang, sticking out his tongue and licking the blood on his hands. Seeing this scene, the mortal was anxious, his brain was flying, and he secretly analyzed the ability he could use: "The most practical thing is the Taoist robe to resist beating, but Feiyang has gone far away and can't help, and then there is the fake mortal demon in his hand, and it may be counterproductive if he releases it, so there is only an illusion left, and there is no way to fix the other party, and then Feiyang will have to die, and I must have a way." ”

Eyes moved with thinking within the air battle circle, only to see the master of the Xianbin Gate against the leader of the demon cultivator, around the vacant radius of ten zhang a large space, outside the range of the immortal demon monks, whether it is fighting or chasing encirclement, are to avoid its range, the two of them are fighting and moving, in the battle circle, from top to bottom from left to right, to the edge and then move in reverse, provoke the immortal demon monk, dodge first, fight second, the person who can't avoid it instantly turned into dust, not a trace of thought left, it can be seen that the aftermath of the two attacks is strong, and it also left a deep impression on the two immortal and demon monks。 Looking at the rest of the slightly smaller battle circles, it was a battle between Immortal Xiu Miao Ao and Demon Cultivation Pseudo-Demon, and their fight seemed to have a lot of rules, except for the door master and the leader who moved over because of the fight, they moved their positions, and generally fixed one point against the absolute realm.

The thought exploded, he turned over and sat up, excited: "Illusion is to make the recipient believe that what he has received is true, this must be his own experience, hahaha...... There is, and sure enough, the talent is scorching. ”

Exhaled the silver ball at the moment, and was pleasantly surprised to find that under the battle, the hearts of both the enemy and us were immeasurable, and the silver ball that was consumed earlier was only half the size of a skull, and it had recovered to the size of one and a half people, flashing a little golden light in this silver ball, but at the moment, mortals only paid attention to the size, and could not take a closer look, sitting on the ground, staring at the blood demon cultivator, and controlling the silver ball to cover his head.