At this time, the disciples of Mi Luo will unite and form a Bagua Sword Formation, although this is a kind of formation of mortal warriors, it is very useful at this time, and the offensive is immediately raised to a higher level, and the surrounding assassins are not as good as them, and they are quickly suppressed, and in just a few breaths, four black-clothed people were killed, and after death, the demon flower bloomed and the demon seed was generated.

After these demon seeds appeared, they instinctively tried to infect the people around them, but how could the disciples of Mi Luo not be prepared for this situation after searching for the Shengsheng Sect in the past few days, and each of them pinched the trick and chanted the spell, naturally isolating it.

After a while, several people had already rushed to the black-clothed man who was guarding the "Holy Son", and at this moment, the stone man who was hiding in the sky and looking down on all this suddenly pinched his hands, and Mo Fei below suddenly trembled, and a faint light flashed on the white fox mask, and after the two hollows in his eyes, Mo Fei's eyes became dazed as if they were out of focus.

Then he suddenly drew his sword, and said in a somewhat dull voice: "Zhang Jing, you go and break their sword formation." ”

Zhang Jing seemed to have anticipated his state, and a smile appeared on his face, "Yes! Childe!" Drawing his sword and rushing out, he came to the Bagua Sword Formation of Mi Luo's disciples, and with a shake of the long sword, a piece of turquoise poisonous flame appeared out of thin air.

Seeing this, Qian Yaoping's heart sank, "Condensate Monk!" Although the Qi Induction Period Monk can also release spells, he still needs to pinch the mantra, which is difficult to use in actual combat, and it is not as effective as sword qi and swords. Only when you reach the realm of condensation, initially communicate with heaven and earth, and the mana in your body is huge, can spells really be used.

This poisonous flame struck, and several monks of the Tongmai Realm did not have any intention of resisting, and their spiritual power poured into their legs, and suddenly scattered in all directions. The poisonous flames spread through the ruins of the inn, and the bricks and stones seemed to be poured with strong acidic iron, turning into black ash in the sizzling sound, and when the poisonous flames burned out, a shallow black pit appeared in the center of the battlefield.

The power of the condensate monk's blow is so terrifying, if you think, Zhang Jing alone is enough to kill all the disciples of Miluo, but his intention is only to divide the other party, and he does not pursue, and shouts: "The son has an order, kill them all, and leave no one behind!"

This seemed to be a code, and suddenly the black-clothed people on the periphery also joined the battle group, dividing the Mi Luo disciples one by one.

The man in the white fox mask also joined with his sword, and he came to Lu Ziyin, who had the lowest cultivation, and the two black-clothed men who were originally besieging Lu Ziyin stopped their hands, bowed to the white fox mask, and retreated. Lu Ziyinqiao's face was solemn, she pinched the trick with one hand, her whole body was on guard, and when she saw that he didn't come up, she made a move, and she was happy to take the opportunity to take a breath, and asked, "You are the Holy Son?"

"I am, of course. ”

As soon as the other party opened her mouth, Lu Ziyin felt a little familiar, but at this time, she didn't have time to think about it, and snorted and threatened: "Uncle Shi has already sent out the message, and now that the ceremony is imminent, the righteous path will gather in Yixian Town, with the power of Jindan, but they can come with the tea kung fu, and you will soon be wiped out!"

In fact, she doesn't know whether Ling Wen has summoned her, but as a guess, the possibility is still very high, not to mention whether it is true or not, it can interfere with the other party's mind.

The other party sneered and was unmoved, "Before that, you would all die." ”

"Then you also need to have this ability!" Lu Ziyin finished breathing, and the fatigue from fighting with the two black-clothed men completely subsided, except for the loss of spiritual power, he had already returned to his peak state, so he stopped talking nonsense, and stabbed at the other party with all his strength, "Look at the sword!"

A cold snort from inside the white fox mask, "The power of the mayfly dares to run rampant!"

With a slight flick of the sword, the attack was dissolved, and the left hand followed at the same time, and the spiritual power was superimposed in the meridians, and a palm was slapped out, like a tsunami of waves, and the shock was endless.

The mortal martial art "Thousand Waves Palm", driven by the huge spiritual power of its current Tongmai Realm, is thousands of times stronger than the martial artist, and it really has the momentum of the sea tide surging with one palm.

Lu Ziyin was shocked in her heart, the spiritual power of this move was clearly only the realm of the pulse, but it seemed to contain some kind of supernatural ability, so she had to retreat and dodge.

But this retreat, the opponent's long sword also followed, picking and pulling, bringing her into the sword momentum, three or two strokes made her tired to deal with, and then caught a flaw in her swordsmanship, and then the left palm came out, and it was printed on her abdomen, and with a bang, as if she was hit by a battering ram, Lu Ziyin's body was thrown up and smashed into a broken wall five or six zhang away.

With a bang, the wall was pierced, but the resistance also allowed her to borrow a trace of strength, and her feet slammed on the ground, and her body took three steps back, directing the force under her feet with each step back.

In the rumbling sound, the ground seemed to be beaten by a pile driver, and the earth waves rolled, blowing out several large craters. With the help of this conduction, she finally unloaded the power of that palm, so that she would not be directly destroyed by it, but Rao was also seriously injured, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, and her body fell to her knees, bowing into the shape of a shrimp. She felt as if her intestines were broken, her eyes were in pain, and her spiritual power couldn't be adjusted at all.

"Little junior sister!" Qian Yaoping's eyes were split when he saw this, and he desperately tried to push aside the enemies beside him to come to the rescue, but he couldn't break through the blockade of the many black-clothed people around him.

This is the first time Lu Ziyin has been so seriously injured, she knows that this is not a peer training, the other party will not let go of herself, she grabbed the sword with both hands and did not fall to the side, but in the pain, she did not have the strength to lift it up anyway.

The other party had no intention of pity for the jade, and a sword struck at her heart, and the momentum was fierce and spicy, like a cold wind that broke people's will and vitality in the cold winter.

Lu Ziyin had no ability to resist, and her heart was sad, so she had to close her eyes and wait for death.

At this moment, a coquettish voice came from the air: "Stop!"

A sword light was like thunder falling from the sky, and it fell from the air, but it was Lingwen who saw Lu Ziyin's crisis situation while fighting with the two foundation building monks, and took out her sword to save her.

Ling Wen is a Jiedan monk, and even if she is seriously injured, this blow has the terrifying power of the peak foundation building monk.

The white fox mask did not dare to resist, pinched the trick in his hand, and desperately retreated. The figure retreated three or four feet away in a flash, and even so, it was still scratched by the edge of the sword light, and when the body was revealed, blood burst from the shoulder, and a wound cracked open from its left shoulder to the front chest.

The white fox mask glared at Ling Wen, but suddenly retreated to the side of a man in black, raised his hand and patted it, and the man turned into a small fruit in the midst of a miserable howl, and was grabbed by the white fox mask in his hand, and absorbed it without a second of delay.

The demon seed that condensed the other party's flesh and blood cultivation was like a great tonic medicine, and the wound on his shoulder recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it healed as before in a blink of an eye.

In the eyes of Miluo's disciples, they were all a little shocked, worthy of being a demon cultivator, and they didn't blink their eyes when they killed their own people.

Ling Wen had already dodged to the ground, and the two foundation building monks were entangled by the sword light of their spirit sword differentiation, and they couldn't stop it for a while, she first used a magic trick to suppress Lu Ziyin's injury, and the latter was already fainting with a relaxed heart, and was protected by her. Then he raised his hand and made a move, and the sword light that had just attacked the white fox mask suddenly drilled out of the ground, returned to her hand, turned into a spirit sword, and pointed ahead, "Holy Son, why do you have to hide it so much, show your original form!"

Saying that, his left hand shook the emptiness, and the figure of the person in the white fox mask retreated sharply, but he couldn't escape from her divine mind lock at all, and at the moment of crisis, the spiritual power of the whole body suddenly exploded, and with a bang, it shook open the opponent's mana cage, staggered back and fell out of two steps, and retreated to Zhang Jing's side, avoiding the ending of being caught, but in the "snap" sound, the mask seemed to be unable to withstand the fluctuations of the spiritual power confrontation between the two sides, and shattered.

Finally, the appearance under the mask appeared in front of everyone.

Ling Wen had been looking at him, she had just struck just to take off the other party's mask, but at this moment she looked closely, but saw that the person slowly put down the right hand hidden in front of him, revealing a handsome and unusually handsome young face.

Seeing that face, Lingwen was stunned, and her face showed doubts, "Who are you?"

The man's face was handsome, but his pale face made him look too feminine, like a woman, who was Jiang Xin?