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Yi Xun and Yi Yun also took the opportunity to each attack and kill a rakshasa, although they both practiced the Fufeng sword technique, but at this time, only Yi Xun was still agile and deeply in line with the Fufeng sword intent. Haiba held the giant sword in both hands and opened and closed widely, directly using the sword technique as a knife technique. Although his attack is difficult to hit, as long as he is hit by this sword, the huge force will directly cut in half along with the blade armor.

Yi Yun's moves are ruthless, mainly stabbing and slashing, and he specifically attacks the throat area. And Mo Yi's matter can only be explained by madness, he discarded all the defenses in the sword technique, leaving only pure attacks in each style. Each of his blows meant the death of a rakshasa, but he would also be injured in some way.

Blood was flowing all around him, and he couldn't tell if it was his own or those rakshasas. There was only one Rakshasa soldier left in Mo Yitong's red eyes, and the time had gradually reached ten breaths, and in these ten breaths, he had already killed more than a dozen Rakshasas in a row. Ice chips congealed around his body and hair. His true qi was almost exhausted, and every time he swung his sword, he relied solely on the strength of his arms themselves.

Yi Xun also noticed this, and saw the setting moon stuck in the body of a rakshasa by mistake, and she quickly jumped and drew her long sword. The cold light of the setting moon flashed through a Rakshasa soldier, and she was accidentally wounded in the left shoulder, and blood began to spill out.

"Mo Yi quickly changed weapons. ”

With a shout, Yi Xun threw the moon at Mo Yi. Although he was a little emotionally disturbed, he still knew his physical condition, and quickly put Ning Han back into the sheath and reached out to catch Xiyue.

They killed more than half of the thirty or forty Rakshasa soldiers, but it was not over, and more Rakshasas came out of the dense forest to gather here. And they have been fighting for a long time, and their true qi has basically been half consumed. The rakshasas also began to give up their large number of entanglements, and began to pursue the fleeing villagers.

The sound of the waterfall roared like a raging thunder, and the water vapor was swirling. Fufeng Stream, full of luck, like a fairyland.

In the inner gate deacon hall, a deacon disciple ran into the inner gate deacon hall with some nervousness. The elder of the inner door was sitting on the soft couch in the side room of the inner hall, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the wind stream outside the window. Although the scenery has not changed for hundreds of years, it is good news that the senior brother who has not cultivated for more than a hundred years has entered the middle stage of feathering in recent days. But a knock at the door interrupted his leisure, and he called out in a deep voice, "Come in." ”

Entering the door was a disciple of the inner deacon, who looked a little familiar, and then asked, "What are you coming from?"

The deacon disciple's face looked a little flustered, and after saluting respectfully, he hurriedly said, "Tell the elder, we have just received an urgent request for help from the disciple who went on a mission. ”

"What are you talking about?" Elder Xinyuan asked, as usual he needed to ask and then consider the number of disciples sent to rescue him.

"They seemed to be more urgent, and they only said 'Rakshasa invasion'," the deacon disciple said busily.

"Hmmm..." Elder Xinyuan groaned slightly, and then said, "You go to Elder Law Enforcement and ask her to send a Creation Disciple who can form a Little Seven Star Sword Formation to come to the rescue." ”

"It's the Elder. The deacon's disciple nodded respectfully, and then quickly left the temple gate, still hurrying out of the deacon's hall.

Elder Xinyuan began to frown, he was no longer in the mood to enjoy the scenery, he got up and walked out of the door, he summoned a disciple and ordered, "Go and inform all the elders and let them all gather in Yixin Pavilion, just say that I have an urgent matter and need to hold an emergency meeting." ”

"The disciple will do it immediately. The deacon disciple nodded respectfully, and then quickly rose with his sword as he went out.

The gate of Yixin Pavilion was full of glory, and he received an urgent notice from Elder Xinyuan, even if he was always a little late on weekdays, he arrived in time. After all, the cabinet has not issued such a notice for hundreds of years, which means that something extraordinary has happened.

"What is the matter with Senior Brother Xinyuan?" The elders in the council cabinet sat down, and the head of the house was also curious about when it happened, and all the elders generally focused their eyes on Elder Xinyuan.

"Back to the master, just now the deacon disciple of the inner gate received an urgent call for help from the disciple who went out, and there was only one sentence from there, 'Rakshasa invasion'. Elder Xinyuan replied. As soon as the word 'Rakshasa' came out, the elder's face became solemn, although the Rakshasa had not crossed the Zhaotian Ridge to invade the territory of the human race for two hundred years, but everyone present knew what it meant.

With a slight groan, the head of the sect asked Xinyuan in a clear voice, "Which disciples are they, have you sent disciples to support?"

"The letter sword was sent back by a few disciples who went to Cold Moon Lake, and I have already informed Senior Sister Xinchan. "Elder Xinyuan said, as soon as the three words 'Cold Moon Lake' came out, Elder Xinqiao immediately rolled up his brows. As he spoke, he looked at a long-haired woman with a cold face on the other side. She had a fair melon seed face, but she had two sword eyebrows, and the eyebrows were much thicker than those of ordinary women, which made her face look very resolute.

This person is Elder Xinchan, her face is cold, the whole person is like an unsheathed sword, and the sharp aura is suffocating. Seeing that she was here, she lightly lifted her lips and said lightly: "I have asked Linghai Master and Nephew to bring a small seven-star sword formation to the rescue, and after counting the time when the people gathered, they should have already set off." ”

The head of the sect nodded, and muttered, "Let an elder explore this matter first to see what the scale of the invasion is, and then make a conclusion." ”

"I'll go. As he spoke, the Elder of the Void Heart left his seat, and greeted him when he was in the Cold Moon Lake in the Moyi District, and since he knew that it was his disciple who might suffer, he naturally couldn't sit still.

"Why is Senior Brother so anxious?" the head of the sect asked softly as he felt a little strange about his weak behavior. The same was true for some of the other elders, who all looked at this senior brother with some curiosity.

"Don't hide it from you, my disciple just went to Cold Moon Lake; He said frankly that it was reasonable for the apprentice to rescue him if he was in difficulty, and there was no need to hide his intentions. As soon as he said this, the other elders all nodded, and Elder Xinmeng also got up and said, "Since there is no way to know the scale of the attack and cannot be discussed, I will also accompany Senior Brother on a trip; it just so happens that two of my disciples are also going to do this task." ”

"Okay, then it's going to trouble Senior Brother and Senior Sister Xinmeng. The head nodded, since the two elders had a reason to go, he naturally had no reason to stop him. Moreover, neither of the two elders managed the important internal affairs of the sect, so they were the right people to do this.

"Without further ado, let's go. He nodded weakly, and his figure flashed out of the pavilion door, and his feet suddenly appeared, and he had risen into the air. Xin Meng also pinched the sword trick and followed directly, and the two of them left the mountain gate in a flash.

"After more than a hundred years of Rakshasa invasion, it's another time of devastation!" Elder Xinyang of the Sword Forging Pavilion couldn't help but sigh.

Elder Xinchan was calm and analyzed softly: "The Rakshasa Clan's territory itself is short of resources, and it has been two hundred years since the end of the Great War; ”