Clusters of flames fell, and most of the houses in Xiyanmen were made of wood and stone, and as the flames fell, a fire quickly ignited.

Firelight, heavy snow, blood, flying swords, all kinds of light and shadow intertwined, all kinds of weapons flying sideways, all kinds of screams and roars, at this moment, the ancient Xiyanmen was crying.

Mi Xiaojing and Rob walked in the snow with a roll, and the two of them finally slipped out of the corner gate, after all, their positions were in the backyard of Xiyanmen, and there were relatively few enemies here.

Sneaked to the corner of the wall and escaped along the courtyard wall.

Before he had gone far, a cultivator in a gorgeous costume appeared in front of him, standing in the snow with an indifferent expression.

"Squat on the ground, or else...... Die!"

The man was only responsible for blocking ordinary people and not allowing anyone to leave.

Mi Xiaojing looked at him, this is a tall guy, and there is a big sword in his hand, Mi Xiaojing understands in his heart that the only consequence of resisting is what he said, death! There is no second possibility, so Mi Xiaojing squatted down with Rob in his arms.

There is no idea of resisting at all, Mi Xiaojing has been taught since he was a child, he is all kind to others, and when he suddenly meets a wicked person, he doesn't know what to do.

At this time, a person with something in his arms slipped out of the corner gate, and quickly fled out, and before he ran far, he saw Mi Xiaojing and Rob squatting on the ground, and then he saw the cultivator.

The man's face showed bitterness, and without anyone saying anything, he automatically ran to Mi Xiaojing and Rob and squatted down.

"Senior Brother Zhang Ke......"

"Little Senior Brother!"

Mi Xiaojing was startled, Zhang Ke was holding a quilt in his hand, he looked at the two people who were trembling, and immediately wrapped the quilt around the two.

The cultivator sneered, as long as the other party didn't resist, he had no intention of killing anyone.

Mi Xiaojing has a bed wrapped in a quilt, the feeling of extreme cold is much less, he looked back at Xiyanmen, the fire simply dyed the sky red, living in Xiyanmen for so many years, he has a very deep feeling, just like his own home, seeing that the home is burned, the anger in his heart burns like a flame.

Zhang Ke sighed for a long time, and kept shaking his head, his feelings for Xiyanmen were no less than Mi Xiaojing.

One after another, many children or long-term workers escaped, but they were all blocked by that cultivator and squatted around Mi Xiaojing.

A cultivator fell from the sky, and the standing cultivator greeted him.

"Uncle Shi, this place has been blocked, and no one has escaped. ”

"Well, yes, yes, as long as you don't resist, don't kill them, we need labor. ”

"Yes, uncle, disciple obeys. He saluted and stepped back, bowing his head slightly in respect.

At this time, the number of people squatting on the ground has reached fifteen or sixteen, forming a small circle, because of the extreme cold, everyone huddles together and huddles each other to keep warm.

The people around Mi Xiaojing had a thin layer of snow on their bodies, and he saw a strange scene, those two cultivators, any snow that fell on top of the two of them would be bounced off by an invisible force, and no snow could fall on the two of them.

Suddenly, Mi Xiaojing woke up, this is the power of a cultivator!

Pieces of snow don't get on your body!

For the first time, Mi Xiaojing developed a thirst for power.

There are still people in Xiyanmen resisting, the battle is still going on, and the sound of fighting still exists, but the sound is getting quieter and quieter.

This also means that the strength of Xiyanmen is rapidly being lost, and the number of people fighting is gradually decreasing.

At this time, a black shadow flew out from the direction of Xiyanmen, and the direction was where Mi Xiaojing and them were, and when the person flew out of Xiyanmen, he saw a circle of people underground.

"Run!

Before the man fell, one of the two cultivators who had been on guard flew into the air, and he let out a sneer.

"Hmph, do you want to run? It depends on whether I agree or not!"

Mi Xiaojing's eyes were sharp, and he immediately recognized the person who flew out, it was Fu Zeng Li, the first master of the Yuanjue Hall of Xiyan Gate.

The squatting people were in an uproar.

"Master!"

"It's Master Zeng Li!"

"Uncle!"

If you want to say who Mi Xiaojing is closest to in Xiyanmen, no matter who else is, Master Zeng Li is definitely in the first place, it was Master Zeng Li who picked up his own, although the master is usually very strict, but he really cares and loves Mi Xiaojing, so when Mi Xiaojing sees Master Zeng Li, his heart seems to stop beating.

All the disciples of the Xiyan Sect looked up at the sky and watched Master Zeng Li pounce on each other.

Master Zeng Li raised his hand is a large golden ball of light, mixed with pale golden mantra characters, Mi Xiaojing almost immediately realized that this ball of light was converted from a rosary.

Mi Xiaojing never knew that a string of prayer beads could also be used in this way, and he reached out and touched the eighteen prayer beads wrapped around his wrist twice, and his curiosity was even heavier.

The ball of light flew extremely fast, and when the other party raised his hand, it was a spell, and a lightning bolt shot out, which slashed directly at the ball of light.

Rumble!

The golden ball of light suddenly dimmed a lot, but it still shot at the opponent.

A sword light flickered, and it shattered the light in an instant, and the sword light turned into a silver light, stabbing at Master Zeng Li, frightening the people below to let out a burst of exclamations.

Master Zeng Li threw out his string of prayer beads violently, and one hundred and eight beads burst open, turning into a chain out of thin air, and in an instant, like a smart snake, it flew towards the cultivators who were fighting.

The sword light slashed at the rosary, only stirring up countless sparks, but it couldn't shake the rosary, this is the cultivator that Master Zeng Li has been holding since the beginning of his cultivation, and its texture has long changed, and the degree of tenacity is incredible.

A series of sonorous sounds, the string formed by the rosary, began to fly around the opponent, forming a series of phantoms, from below, there was a strange beauty.

The cultivator roared, sword light running wild, trying to break the chains formed by the rosary.

Rob's eyes lit up, although he was still shivering with cold, he clenched his fists tightly, and Mi Xiaojing was about the same, looking nervous, he knew for the first time that the battle could be so exciting.

Wang Weijun is in the mantra, although he can't see the outside, but he used to be a master of cultivation in the integration period, and his experience is so rich that it can be said to be incomparable, he can guess the scene outside just by listening to the movement outside, almost eight or nine are not far from ten.

"Stupid! stupid! all stupid! are all stupid! are going to be rounded, and they don't run away, and they still go to beat them, and they don't know how to die!"

Wang Weijun complained in the mantra, but he was completely powerless, if Mi Xiaojing was killed, then he would also be finished, so he was also very worried in his heart.

The chains formed by the one hundred and eight prayer beads finally succeeded in entangling the cultivators flying in the air.

Master Zeng Li didn't care about him, but pounced on another cultivator on the ground, and at the same time shouted: "Run!"