Five steps, five defeats, two dead and three wounded, such a result made everyone a little dumbfounded.

"This guy is not a master of the Qi Induction Realm, are you sure? The peak of the forging body is so strong?" At this moment, not only those dead slaves felt terrifying, but even those disciples of the Ancestral Spirit Hall also felt a little tricky: "Such a strong guy, we are not easy to deal with!"

Looking at the fearful faces of the dead slaves around them, trembling and not daring to move forward again, these disciples of the Ancestral Spirit Hall couldn't help but feel a little bitter in their hearts: "Do you want us to make a move?"

It seems like a must. Although dead slaves are cannon fodder, they are not cannon fodder that can be consumed at will, they are capable, not only have the ability to kill, but also have the ability to bite back. Although the signal for help has been sent, it will take some time for reinforcements to arrive.

At this time, there were only four disciples of the Ancestral Spirit Hall on the field, but there were still eight dead slaves. The strength of the Dead Slave is roughly the same as that of the disciples of the Ancestral Spirit Palace, but the number of people greatly exceeds that of the disciples of the Ancestral Spirit Palace, which already represents an asymmetry in strength. The disciples of the Ancestral Spirit Hall who were weak and wanted to drive the dead slaves to the civilians, in addition to persecuting them through the antidote, they had to let them see that the other party could also be defeated, instead of letting the other party's fear take hold of their own hearts.

"Ataiji, let's go!" a disciple of the Ancestral Spirit Hall who already understood the mystery of it shouted loudly, beckoning his companions who were familiar with him to attack together.

At this time, he had already taken out two small hand axes from his waist and pounced directly at Li Jingxuan.

"Okay, Roya!" Ataiji replied, his fist-clad fists slammed hard, and followed closely behind the Ancestral Spirit Hall disciple in front.

Don't look at the fact that one of them makes two axes and the other makes fists, it seems that they are not related to each other, in fact, they are all taught by a mentor, they are familiar with each other, and they often cooperate with each other on weekdays. At the moment, although it is only two people acting together, the power that can be shown is definitely greater than one plus one.

In fact, unlike the more harmonious sect environment of the Immortal Sect, the Ancestral Spirit Palace, which adheres to the creed of "the strong are respected", has fierce internal competition and constant struggles, just take the four people in front of them, Ataiji and Luo Ya are a combination, and the other two are another combination. Their relationship with each other is not very good, and conflicts and filthiness between them often erupt.

Therefore, now that Luo Ya wants to make a move on Li Jingxuan, he only greeted Ataiji alone, but ignored the other two.

"However, just me and Ateji should be able to take down this guy. Luo Ya rushed forward, passed in front of Li Jingxuan, and raised the double axe in his hand. At this moment, he was full of confidence.

For a moment, the hand axe flew and the fist collided. Powerful vitality with great prestige, crisscrossing the air. The fist hit the void, but the fist pressure generated by the fist formed a fist the size of a grinding disc and slammed into Li Jingxuan, who was ten meters away.

Moreover, this is not an end, but a beginning - the Yuan Qi fist in the front has not yet smashed into Li Jingxuan's body, and the Yuan Qi fist in the back has exploded again.

Ategi's speed was very fast, but in just one breath, he hurled six or seven punches. Although the power of the next few punches was not as strong as the original one, the power of the fist decreased, the speed of the punch was faster, and the Yuan Qi fist mark formed by the fist stirring space also became faster. Several fist prints in front and back quickly superimposed together, forming a thick wall of vitality fists, pressing heavily towards Li Jingxuan. It seemed to be slow and fast, but in a moment, it pressed three feet in front of Li Jingxuan, making him feel a heavy pressure.

However, this is only one aspect, and on the other hand, Luo Ya, who uses the double axe, has already relied on his speed to fight with Li Jingxuan. Luo Ya's speed was very fast, and his shots were also very fast, and the two hand axes seemed to turn into two light daggers in his hands, surging up and down, and the moves could not leave the vital point of Li Jingxuan's body.

"Let the agile enemy entangle me and attack me with great force? I have to say, your tactics are pretty good...... It's just that you still underestimate me too much. Li Jingxuan thought so, took a step back, his body changed directions, and the long sword in his hand swayed with silver light, and he faced Luo Ya's hand axe with a mysterious arc.

"Ding ......" This is a clear sound, it sounds like a never-ending crisp sound, but in fact, it is composed of dozens of dense clicks - just at that moment, the long sword in Li Jingxuan's hand and Luo Ya's hand axe exchanged nearly a hundred times, he not only completely blocked Luo Ya's double axe, but also intentionally or unintentionally caused Luo Ya to unconsciously deviate and stop on the fist mark struck by Ataiji.

"Luo Ya get out of the way!" Seeing that Luo Ya and Li Jingxuan had exchanged bodies, and the fist he was going to hit Li Jingxuan was likely to hit Luo Ya, the same junior disciple, Ataiji suddenly became anxious, and he roared loudly, trying to remind Luo Ya of his attention.

However, it was already too late.

Where did Luo Ya, who was still fighting with Li Jingxuan, have the kung fu to dodge, after hearing Ataji's warning, Luo Ya had time to deviate his body slightly and barely let go of the vital part of his upper body, and was hit in the air by the fist mark bombarded by his senior brother.

Ataiji's fist seal is formed by the condensation of air by the energy of the body. He was under the control of Ataiji's spirit, and his texture was not much worse than that of a real fist, and it was even harder. At this time, more than a dozen fist prints bombarded Luo Ya's body, and at that moment, Luo Ya spat out three mouthfuls of blood, and a painful expression suddenly appeared on his face.

"Hey...... Take advantage of your illness and kill you!" Seeing Luo Ya being blown away, Li Jingxuan immediately rubbed his body up, and a sword light lit up, turning into a bolt of lightning and heading directly towards Luo Ya's throat.

"Damn!" Luo Ya, who was still in mid-air, couldn't dodge the sword stabbed by Li Jingxuan, so he could only raise the double axe in his hand to block his throat, trying to block Li Jingxuan's sword.

However, Li Jingxuan is also a good hand with a sword. Luo Ya only thought that he could stop this killer sword, but he didn't want Li Jingxuan to subconsciously press the sword down a distance of less than a minute after seeing his performance. The so-called "a fraction of a millimeter, a thousand miles away", he just suppressed a little sword light, and then let the sword blade directly deviate from Luo Ya's throat and go straight to Luo Ya's chest.

There was a soft sound of "po......of", followed by a sound of "sneering ......", like a sharp needle piercing a ball, and Roya's heart was pierced, and red blood spurted out of it. The terrified light in Luo Ya's eyes also dimmed with the blood spurting out of his heart.

Although the long sword in Li Jingxuan's hand was not really pierced on his body, the sword rays formed by the vitality attached to the sword body still cut through his epidermis, cracked his chest muscles, and pierced his heart. The sharp sword qi ran along the tendons in his heart, and in a short time, it destroyed the tendons in this area of his chest.

The next moment, Luo Ya's eyes fell to the ground blankly, and he had completely become a cold corpse after extinguishing the fire of life.

That's not enough, though!

At least for Li Jingxuan.

Li Jingxuan's footsteps were light, and his figure shook slightly before he shook past Luo Ya's corpse. He didn't even look at the dead Roya, and directly swung his sword at the grief-stricken Ataiji.

Don't see the demons and be cruel and think that they are all cold-blooded people with no feelings. In fact, any intelligent race has feelings, but most of these feelings are only between the same race, and for the life outside the race, they either worship or enslave. If you are not of my race, your heart will be different! This is not a preaching, but a bloody fact.

Faced with the fact that his junior brother was killed, Ataiji roared angrily, the vitality of his body turned, and the angry emotions combined with the operation of the fire system exercises, making the air around his body become hot, and the faint red light flame burned on his skin, and the high temperature contained in it made the air around him unnaturally distorted.

At this moment, Ategi was extremely angry, and the feeling of anger filled him with strength. He stared fiercely at Li Jingxuan, who was rushing towards him, and looked at the long sword he shot at him, and with a swing of his fist in his hand, he swung out a fist mark.

"When ......" the cyan fist and the silver sword clashed together, and there was a bang, and brilliant sparks burst out from the place where the two collided, showing a beautiful appearance.

After the blow, Li Jingxuan involuntarily took a step back, and his eyes showed a little solemnity.

"Equally?" Li Jingxuan was slightly surprised, he never thought that Ataiji's fist would have such a strong force.

"Damn...... This can't be done!" Li Jingxuan became annoyed. Although the blow just now has shown the strength of Ataiji, Li Jingxuan, who intends to break through, is unwilling to entangle Ataiji like this.

"I'm running out of time. Li Jingxuan thinks so. Knowing that the enemy's reinforcements could arrive at any time in the next breath, he didn't dare to entangle with the enemy too much.

For Li Jingxuan at this moment, it is necessary to move forward, no matter how strong the enemy is, he can't stop his steps.

"Pop ......" took a deep breath, Li Jingxuan took a step forward, his feet stepping on the thick dead leaves and branches and making a soft sound.

This was a very simple step in Li Jingxuan's eyes, but in the eyes of the disciples of the Ancestral Spirit Hall and those dead slaves who were hostile to him, this step was like the steps of a giant as tall as a mountain chasing the sun, full of might. In the face of this god-like step, the little courage that had just been raised in everyone's hearts involuntarily dissipated again without a trace.

"This guy is horrible!"

"I didn't expect him to come back to his breath so quickly...... Before Atejidu could recover, he moved forward. ”

"What are we going to do?

A small chatter rang out behind Ategi, a humming sound that annoyed him.

"Henar, Doronte, when are you going to see it on the side? Hurry up and besiege him with me! Roya, he is dead, and I will not fight with you anymore. Ategi yelled.

Loya has hung up, and Ataiji is left alone. Eager for revenge, he couldn't care about the contradictions between the other two and himself, so he gave in to them immediately.

"Okay!" Henal, who looked handsome and had a feminine temperament, smiled slightly, and when he put on the cloak behind him, he pulled out a nine-ring broadsword from behind him. Under the warm and bright sunlight, his slender and tall slender figure formed an impressive contrast with the majestic and domineering blade in his hand.

"Otherwise, die!" said Leng Duolongte, who had not spoken.

He also made a move, and took out a pair of mandarin ducks that reflected the cold glow in his storage bag. He took a step forward, and the mandarin duck in his hand was thrown violently, and a circle of arc light flew straight towards Li Jingxuan's neck in the air.

The sharp whistling sound emanating from the five mouths deliberately reserved on the mandarin duck was like the howl of a ghost and god, which made people's minds swell and upset. At this time, the howling sounded, and the people in front of Doronte hurriedly got out of the way, and the good skill involuntarily plugged his ears and frowned slightly. Those with slightly worse skills have bitter faces and trembling hands and feet.

In an instant, Duolongte's mandarin duck Yue had not yet attacked Li Jingxuan, but it first caused a burst of discomfort from his own dead slave.

However, Doronte did not say anything because of this, firstly, he was a cold-faced and cold-hearted person, and secondly, he was only affected by a mere dead slave. For the demon man, who is a slave owner, a dead slave can only be regarded as a tool, an object, not a life, and he naturally will not say anything about the impact of the dead slave.

Besides, the speed of the Mandarin Duck Whirling Dance of Dolonte is very fast, and passing by these people is only a breathless effort. These people's discomfort came and went quickly, but it only made them stare for a moment, and Doronte did not feel guilty about it. After all, in his opinion, as long as he can win, even if there are sacrifices, it is completely worth it, especially when these sacrifices are just some dead slaves, he doesn't care.

Dolonte's attack was dispatched, Henal was still running, and Atai Guitar was already fighting against Li Jingxuan.

The iron fist and the steel sword kept colliding in the air, and the resonance continued to sound, and the figures of the two were already mixed in the shadows of the woods, and it was difficult to distinguish each other for a while.

After a quick fight, Li Jingxuan didn't know how many swords he had stabbed, and Ataiji didn't know how many punches and kicks he had swung.

In short, under the sound of this ping pong, the two sides are again evenly matched. Although there are colors on each other's faces and bodies, these injuries are negligible minor injuries that do not affect the combat power of the two at all.

Between the intertwining of each other, Ataiji can be said to be fully devoted to it, and there is only Li Jingxuan in his eyes, but Li Jingxuan can't do this, because he is surrounded by enemies. If you only care about the enemy in front of you, you are afraid that you will be taken care of by other people who besiege you in two or three clicks. Concentrate on it, this is a self-defeating act for Li Jingxuan at the moment. Although he fought fiercely with Ataiji, he still watched and listened to all directions after all. At this moment, his qi was all over his body, and he felt a little bit of any wind and grass in between, and he could always quickly find something wrong.

When the mandarin duck thrown by Duolongte was on the verge of this range, Li Jingxuan quickly felt the sharp edge coming from his right rear.

"Is this a throwing weapon?Is it something similar to a boomerang?" Li Jingxuan made a judgment from the qi machine, and immediately lowered his head to bow down to avoid it, and at the same time slashed back with a sword, making a move "Golden Rooster Dawn", and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Ateji's chest.

Ataiji raised his arm to block at the moment, but was forced to take a step back by Li Jingxuan's strength attached to the sword, and his body shook backwards involuntarily.

At this time, the mandarin duck thrown by Duolongte had already whistled over Li Jingxuan's head. Li Jingxuan raised his head, but saw that the three disciples of the Ancestral Spirit Palace, including Ataiji, Duolongte, and Henar, led the eight dead slaves to surround them again in a fan shape.

Surrounded by three missing one, they vacated Li Jingxuan's rear to let Li Jingxuan escape. And this is simply the path that Li Jingxuan could not choose.

"It's a big trouble!" Seeing them in such a formation, Li Jingxuan couldn't help frowning tightly.