The melee wasn't too difficult, the enemy wasn't strong, and it didn't take more than a few hours, which wasn't worth mentioning in his thousands of battles, but he was in a bit of a hurry. Because he is easy to say alone, but now there is still a lack of strength in the rank of Luo Mingling. Even if he was protected by him, the siege of more than a dozen people, especially the two Heaven-level beginners, it was almost impossible to ensure that Luo Mingling would not be injured at all.

Moreover, there is always a time when the true qi and spiritual power are exhausted, and when they are exhausted, they will not have the strength to fight against those who are waiting for the rabbit on the side. Killing those nine people before, it looks like three moves, but it is actually a coherent move, and the domineering Luo Jiutian seems to be chic, but it actually has great drawbacks.

Spiritual power, the huge output of spiritual power almost consumed most of the spiritual power in his ninth-level state of Qi training. That shouldn't have been a trick for the Qi training period. According to the real strength of the Wind Evil now, the third layer of the Heavenly Rank is indeed winning, but the full cooperation of the two Heavenly Rank Third Layers has made him a little cramped, not to mention Zhang Bairong, who still has the combat strength even though he has a broken arm.

The main battle of the Heavenly Rank, more than a dozen Peak of the Ground Rank to help the battle, even if there are more means, it is difficult to win.

"Wind Evil, let me go, you won't be able to win. ”

"No, I can't. With that, the Wind Evil pulled the Ming Spirit forward and slashed a sword towards the peak of a ground step that was close to exhaustion. At the same time as the blood was spilled, Wind Evil himself was stabbed with two swords. The sword stabbed again, and the silver whip came closer.

"My true qi has recovered a little, and with the soft armor you sent, it can hold out for a while. The man never moved, just waiting for you to run out of energy, and you had to fight quickly. Luo Mingling frowned and said firmly.

What Luo Mingling said was right, which is why he has been reluctant to let go. Feng Evil was not worried that those ground and Xuan Levels would be able to hurt Luo Mingling, but that the old man who had never made a move would make a move on Luo Mingling.

Right now, Luo Mingling has made up her mind, because she can foresee the outcome of this. And what she saw, how could the wind evil not think of it. He was always reluctant to put her in danger, but there really was no other way. Only by withdrawing your hand temporarily can you make a quick decision.

After fighting for too long, the left hand of the wind evil holding Luo Mingling was already a little wet. When Luo Mingling struggled to break free, the wind evil did not stop him in the end. As expected, those who had not participated in the war gathered towards her.

"Mingling, hold up three breaths. The wind evil secretly transmitted, leaned over, and plunged into the crowd. The long swords were divided, and thousands of small swords galloped forward. At the same time, the wind evil's slender white fingertips jumped into a surging spiritual flame, and the spiritual flame fish jumped out, instantly forming a blue sea of fire, surrounding the ten people.

Just when more than a dozen ground steps and Xuan steps were besieging Luo Mingling, several small swords stabbed one after another, and there were only 3 people left at the peak of the ground level. Ignoring nothing else, the Wind Demon rose up, and a ball of spiritual flame erupted from the palm of his right hand, like erupting magma, falling downward with surging rage.

The spiritual flame, like fire but not fire, faintly appeared in it with countless runes. When the fireball fell, a blue barrier instantly condensed, and in the barrier, the three people of the heavenly rank and the three people of the ground level had already smashed all the willow leaf swords that were like spatial turbulence.

The swords themselves have no autonomous consciousness, and all attacks are manipulated by the Wind Evil. Because of the differentiation of spiritual power, each small sword does not have too strong attack power. The moment the barrier was completed, the small sword had already disappeared, and chains suddenly flashed on the surface of the pale blue barrier. Blue chains run from the bottom up, and blue rays illuminate the evening sky.

Success, just around the corner! But the drooping old man over there suddenly moved!

"Boy, you're good, but you can't stay!" the hoarse voice followed his figure in an instant, and only a "poof" sound was heard, and the chains suddenly broke. Thousands of lights rose towards the sky, like fireworks.

What happened in the middle, the wind evil didn't have time to investigate, only felt a violent wind rise in his ears, and then a big knife fell straight down. The danger that has always been hidden behind has finally appeared!

The corners of Feng Evil's mouth lifted lightly, and he smiled reassuringly.

It was not in vain that he squandered these spiritual powers as if he wanted to die, and finally forced the old man over.

After all, no matter how high his cultivation is, there is only one person, and if he moves, there will be no danger on Luo Mingling's side for the time being. Although she was seriously injured, she still had the strength of the ground level, and in addition to the silver armor of the body protection, she also had the fire talisman and the concealment talisman given by the wind evil to defend herself. Even if it is a dozen people, it is no problem to ensure their safety in a short time.

Swallowing a Wu Mengdan, Wind Evil held a sword in his right hand and dived in the air. At this time, this sword was no longer the sword of spiritual power that he was most good at, but a genuine sword. This is from the token you just got.

The swords are opposite, the sword momentum is like a surging river pouring out, and the sword momentum is like thunder and slashing down in the air. While parrying, a willow leaf sword was suddenly thrown, heading towards the dozen or so earth-level and Xuan-rank monks who were besieging Luo Mingling.

"Mingling, hold on a little longer!" the wind evil secretly transmitted, and the long sword in his hand went straight to the door.

"The kid is really rampant, he even dares to be distracted!" As he spoke, the long knife was already swinging out from several directions.

The seventh layer of the Heavenly Ladder is almost one step away from reaching the eighth layer of the Heavenly Rank. This old man is also a top-notch existence in the ancient martial arts world.

As for his cultivation, Feng Xie had already been able to judge it when he had just made a move. Although his cultivation is high, there are too many loopholes in his moves, and he has no other means except for ancient martial moves. Therefore, in a quarter of an hour when Wu Mengdan forcibly improved his strength, the wind evil felt that he could be defeated

However, the unexpected finally happened.

Just when the wind evil had the upper hand slightly, there was a mysterious aura faintly coming from the dim forest, which was different from the martial arts, more like some kind of special existence. But no matter what kind of existence it is, the wind evil knows very well that that person is friend or foe.

His arrival, the old man of the seventh layer of the Heavenly Ladder seemed to be unexpected.

At the moment when he was stunned, the figure of the wind evil swirled and flew down, landed beside Luo Mingling, grabbed it, and galloped away.

"Wu Yuanqing, you seem to have let people go?"

"What did I let go, and you didn't want to play it yourself?"

"Hehe, you still know me, this person, the older you get, the more fun-loving you are, old children. ”

"How long have you been here?"

"Just now, not long after, when the boy set the fire, he was too anxious, or he would have discovered me if he hadn't relied on his skills. ”

"He has to be in a hurry, if he is not in a hurry, I will go and catch the girl. ”

"Okay, it's no wonder that we two old guys are pushing people so hard. ”

"Come on, you, when did Sima Meng of the Great Tibetan Pavilion become a bodhisattva, since you are here with a smell, let's have a drink together, that boy is very difficult to deal with." ”

The person who spoke to the seventh layer of the Heavenly Ladder was also an old man. He was dressed in a shabby black robe, and the protruding eyes and sunken nose under the robe were really terrifying. With his appearance, Wu Yuanqing, who was on the seventh floor of the Heavenly Rank, was already used to it. Apparently, they have known each other for many years.