There is no rescue, or there is no rescue, this is a sealed hull, the cold metal back, it may be hot lava, there is no active wind element, the samurai can't condense the healing polyelement, not to mention that even if there is a polyelement, it can't save your life.

The life-saving elixir has long been taken by those elders and disciples, and there are not a few in the pockets of ordinary formal disciples, not to mention fighting and killing along the way, and after several great changes, the baggage logistics have been completely abandoned, and now the Demon Wei Pavilion, the Interpretation Sect, and even the people of the Iron Sword Gate Golden Daomen have no pills left, and the disciples with the pills have taken the medicine, and naturally retreat to the rear of the army and squat, and will not show their faces here, while the disciples who do not have the pills cannot be treated, and they are infected by the enemy's Gangfeng, small injuries become big injuries, and big injuries become fatal injuries, and then fall in front of the battle。

Those who fell were mortally wounded, but those who did not fall were unscathed. The brutal fights between the samurai were so fierce and deadly most of the time that they would never waste the slightest physical strength on the enemy's vital parts. And in the melee between the troops, who can ensure that they can always guard against the vital points around them, and can always block and dismantle the attacks handed from all directions?

At this moment of miserable silence, Leng Quan and Feng Lieshan walked together, and there was a sense of indifference in Leng Quan's footsteps, which fell on everyone's ears, like a magic sound urging life, knocking on the hearts of these young disciples one by one.

She descended the last staircase, exposing her entire face to the frightened, helpless, incomprehensible and resolute gaze of everyone in the Interpretation Sect.

"It turned out to be you bitches who stood on their own!" Xu Mengli's face turned green the moment she saw the cold spring: "What kind of ability is hiding behind a group of men?"

"Come on, slap your mouth. Hongu doesn't want to get dirty ears. Leng Quan didn't pay attention to Xu Mengli who was shouting, and suddenly said to someone next to Xu Mengli.

Her gaze made Xu Mengli feel a burst of horror, followed by a pain in her waist, and a cold and penetrating cold wind instantly poured into her abdomen, making her shiver, and the next second, she instinctively pushed out a palm, and an electric current flashed in the air, only to hear a very low stabbing sound, followed by a loud sound of a big living person slamming against the metal wall.

There was no scream, no exclamation, the metal door strengthened by silver dust was still dented by the violent wind pressure brought by this palm, and the person Xu Mengli hit had already turned into a mess of rotten flesh at this time.

There was no panic, no panic, as if an invisible faction in the Interpretation Sect had been equipped for this moment for a long time, and the disciples led by Han Gaoli instantly drew their short knives from their waists, drummed up the wind on their bodies, and looked vigilantly at the sisters who were still fighting side by side with them just now.

All these changes were in a thought, and Leng Quan, who was originally waiting to see Xu Mengli lose all her cultivation, was paralyzed and allowed to be slapped directly. Although Xu Mengli in front of her was not unscathed, she was still in good spirits, as if there was no major problem when she was hit on her waist just now. Leng Quan was stunned for a moment, and Xu Mengli, who had been prepared for a long time, glanced at Elder Taishang, and then the whole person rose into the air.

One of her hands condensed the Juyuan style, and the other hand was shrunk into her sleeve, holding a Qimen mysterious weapon that even the people of the Holy Water Sect did not know, which was the "hope of the sect" that they had gone through a lot of hardships and designed countless traps and deceptions, and it was a "key" that truly turned the Interpretation Sect into the Interpretation Sect, not the rudder of the Holy Water Sect.

She flew into the air, leaning forward in the narrow and low passage, the whole person turned into a goose-yellow streamer, and rushed straight to the throat of the cold spring, the cold spring was still stunned, and suddenly saw Xu Mengli's face with a few small wrinkles in the pink that had already washed off all the makeup in the field of vision, and then she was shocked, and a sharp and round long needle with silk thread popped out of her sleeve with a shaking hand

The needle was almost one size larger than the largest sewing needle on the market, nearly the length of a palm, as thick as the thinnest wicker, with a circle of reddish golden tung light, and stabbed towards Xu Mengli's chest.

On the flying needle, the white smoke was obviously entangled in the energy of the cold spring, but Xu Mengli, who flew over, did not dodge or dodge, and while puffing up the wind in her body to take the needle, she pushed out her right hand that had been hidden deeply.

The cold light turned into blood light halfway through, the wind gathered, the thunder and lightning flashed, Xu Mengli used the body protection cover to block the poisonous needle of the cold spring, and the cold weapon hidden in the sleeve on her right hand almost split the cold spring's head in two.

If it weren't for Feng Lieshan behind the cold spring who suddenly had a convulsion and pulled her, she would have died long ago.

At this time, Leng Quan, whose face was covered with blood, realized that he was fighting against a master who didn't know his weaknesses and returned to the void realm with his body.

Xu Mengli's hand gathered yuan-style changes, allowing her to slowly land in an advent-like attitude, the master of returning to the void is a master of returning to the void at any time, even if she can't resist the demon pavilion at all, she still has a very high breakthrough ability. Her amazing leap almost suppressed all the warriors, including Feng Lieshan, and Liang Yunfeng almost regarded her as an immortal.

Xu Mengli was "under siege", but she was not panicked, and her cold and ruthless face compared with the frightened and confused expressions of the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion around her, but it made her the victor who surrounded the enemy. Xu Mengli, who missed the blow in one blow, didn't go to see Feng Lieshan, who had spoiled her good deeds, because the leader of the Demon Wei Pavilion was just a clown who jumped off the beam in her eyes, and now, the Xie Yu Sect had no way to retreat, and the Demon Wei Pavilion and the Blazing White Peony Medicine were completely torn apart, so she didn't have to worry about anything else for the future of the entire sect.

What kind of sneak attack, what kind of plot, even poisoning, etc., she has no scruples, even if she uses the dirtiest means to win, it is worth it, the people of their interpretation sect dare to bully the silver dust with a big bully, and they can bully more than the small, so for a mortal enemy like Blazing White Peony, any means are okay, right?

The left hand that maintained the Juyuan style was released and retracted into the sleeve like lightning, where there was the highly poisonous thing that the original Holy Water Sect masters and aunts were most afraid of—the love flower.

The moment he held the medicine bottle with his left hand, the sleeve on his right side suddenly flicked up, and a terrible blue light flashed away with the movement of his hand.

Leng Quan retreated the moment he felt her rippling wind, but there was still a sharp pain like pins and needles on his face again, and then three blue lights pierced like lightning, and the power of wind and thunder, which was originally like a blade, was now like a sharp sword pointing straight at the center of his eyebrows.

In the midst of the crisis, Leng Quan suddenly grabbed a person behind him, and pushed forward regardless of it, only to hear a terrible scream, and a strong man from the Demon Power Pavilion who was a little taller than Leng Quan was instantly pierced through his throat three times by Xu Mengli.

It was at this time that Leng Quan saw clearly what was in Xu Mengli's right hand.

It was an awl, showing a standard conical shape, with spiral red and purple patterns, and a little bit of mystical aura was wrapped around it, indicating that the rank was not low, as for what grade it was, only Xu Mengli herself knew.

That awl had no name, and even Feng Lieshan, who was well-informed and greedy, would never know what it was, let alone others. It is obviously a divine weapon that has not been born and few people know about it. The blue flash she had just emitted was not the power of wind and thunder, but just the reflection of this awl.

Xu Mengli failed several times in her attacks, so she couldn't help but be a little discouraged, so she slowed down her attack, lowered her hand, and said with a sneer: "I can't imagine that the dignified Demon Pavilion, one of the top ten sects in the past, is just a piece of toilet paper in the eyes of you bitches who set up the archway." Feng Lieshan, can an arrogant person like you do such a thing?"

She's clearly sowing discord. Feng Lieshan's eyes were always squinting, no one could see his eyes, let alone the darkness rolling in his heart. At this time, if the people present could calm down and take a closer look, then they would soon find that Feng Lieshan didn't even have a master of the Distraction Realm by his side, and Elder Li, who had been hanging around here before, also disappeared.

He stayed here by himself, in fact, he regarded himself as the plank road that was dark and bright.

"People under the eaves can't help but bow their heads! The origin of the eldest princess of the cold spring, tsk, the deity doesn't dare to ask. Feng Lieshan said meaningfully, there is an endless aftertaste in his voice, if someone can calm down and savor it, I am afraid that it will not be long before they can detect a lot of inappropriateness, but at this time, everyone is hanging on for their lives, who has the time to taste his seemingly casual words?

"What's the use? This is a secret realm! When a person dies, he can feed those blue mice casually, and everything can be explained after the accident, what are you afraid of? We are not afraid of the Interpretation Sect, but you Demon Wei Pavilion are afraid? This is the former leader of the Demon Dao?" Xu Mengli was still squeezing Feng Lieshan, but she didn't notice that in the Interpretation Sect behind her, many people fell silently—including the Supreme Elder who hadn't had time to make a move.

As if pushed to the dominoes, the people above the distraction realm in the Interpretation Sect fell one after another, silently, and three steps behind them, without exception, stood a low-key and silent female disciple with a normal expression, these female disciples had a strange face, almost no one knew them in the sect, but they were indeed people from the Interpretation Sect, at least she and they all knew the rules, taboos and cuts in the Interpretation Sect. These mysterious disciples of the Interpretation Sect have all cultivated other kinds of divine skills, and are regarded as allies in the rebellion against independence by those girls who have not practiced the Interpretation Heart Sutra since childhood, but they do not know that [they] are the most dangerous enemies.

Blue.

Blue love needle.

On the faces and bodies of these female disciples, there was not the slightest special mark indicating their identity, and the only thing that was really special was the blue poisonous needles with silk that they ejected from their sleeves, and the back end of those poisonous needles, where the silk was connected, was engraved with a chrysanthemum that looked very impressionistic.

This silent fall continued for a few seconds, until the last man suddenly let out a roar that tore through time and space.

"All the Interpretation Sect!

Immediately afterwards, a huge wind surge surged from behind Xu Mengli, Xu Mengli turned around and looked back in horror, and all she saw was the power of wind and thunder that quickly disappeared on Han Chan'er's body.

The fourteen elders of the Qi Transformation Realm let out a desperate roar in unison, and stomped their feet with a rumbling roar, driving away the girls in front of them, and pounced on the Demon Wei Pavilion disciples on the opposite side like hungry jackals.

Each of them was distorted, and the flower-like faces turned into the faces of Yaksha at this time, and the beautiful eyes that were originally looking forward to Shenfei turned into blood-red beast pupils at this moment. Short knives out of sheaths, sharp cones, hooks, daggers, and even hairpins and other items that can be called sharp all appeared in their originally weak and boneless hands at the moment but the muscles are bulging.

Fail!

Great rout!

As soon as the disciples of the Demon Pavilion handed out two or three axes, they were shot all over the body by hairpin scissors, forks and even dinner spoons thrown like locusts, and whenever one person fell, he would be immediately trampled to death by countless little feet wearing embroidered shoes. The goose-yellow wave rushed up the narrow staircase like an upside-down landslide, and the men of the Demon Pavilion, when the full army at the front suddenly collapsed, the formal disciples and disciples who were preparing to form the army behind actually lost their morale and military spirit at once, and panicked.

"Kill! if we don't kill them all, we will all die!" The sharp howl was like an air raid siren, and it was just hovering in the air for less than two seconds, and it was drowned out by a huge thunderbolt and impact sound, and the disciples of the Interpretation Sect actually broke through the restrictions of breaking through the mysteries at this moment, and completely transformed the void and transparent Gangfeng into real thunder, with endless scorching heat and restraint and deterrence against fierce ghosts, and bombarded the disciples of the Demon Wing Pavilion fiercely.

The slender fist passed through the majestic body, striking a transparent hole that was half charred and half still spurting blood, and the intestines flowed out, carbonized into thin blackened lines in mid-air, while the kidneys that rolled down with them were still intact on the ground, and were trampled flat by the people who came after. The power of the black and blue fierce ghosts had just been condensed by some high-ranking disciples, and before they could attach to the weapons to attack the girls, they were dispersed by the thunder light attached to the tips of the knives by the girls, and turned into countless tiny ghosts floating in the air and shouting, wailing with the fallen masters.