A good fist is difficult to fight four hands, this male disciple of the Xiuzhen Sect was hit in the chest by a disciple of the Demon Sect with a sword, and fell to the ground, the female saw that there was no hope of escaping, and the companion was seriously injured and could not survive, so he raised his sword and wiped it towards his neck. Wei Jie saw it clearly, and in a hurry, he hurriedly kicked up a stone and hit the woman's hand holding the sword, and the woman's sword fell to the ground.

Wei Jie shouted: "The disciples of the Xiuzhen Sect have a great spirit, until the last moment, don't give up lightly, protect your companions, and wait for me to clean up this group of demons." ”

Wei Jie's speed was as fast as lightning, and before he could finish speaking, he flashed into the circle of more than a dozen Demon Sect disciples. The dragon knife appeared at the same time as the person, and as soon as Wei Jie appeared, the two disciples of the Demon Sect who had just killed the disciples of the Xiuzhen Sect fell to the ground, and their bodies were cut in two.

The disciples of the Demon Sect were shocked and killed Wei Jie together. One of them shouted: "If you dare to kill my disciple of the Demon Mixing Sect, you think you will live a long time." ”

Wei Jie was happy when he heard it, it was also called the Mixed Demon Sect in the secret realm, and he saw that these two disciples of Xiuzhen were also Xiuzhen Sect.

Wei Jie said with a smile: "Lao Tzu was born to kill demon soldiers, demon sons and demon grandsons, and I was fortunate to encounter this opportunity today, how could I miss it!" ”

There was a middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader of this group of disciples of the Demon Mixing Sect, and as soon as he saw the dragon sword, he knew that this was a treasure weapon that he had never seen before, so he hurriedly shouted: "Everyone be careful, the weapon in this kid's hand is not trivial." Xiao Wu, hurry up and send a signal to the sect for help! ”

Thirteen Demon Sect disciples were slashed by Wei Jie with one sword, and there were eleven left, these disciples were all shocked, and they all knew that this kid's weapon was powerful, and it was not something they could hostile to. When Xiao Wu heard this, he lit an arrow calling for help.

The eleven disciples did not fight hard with Wei Jie, they only surrounded Wei Jie but did not fight, they were waiting for the masters of the sect to come to help. However, Wei Jie would not let them get their way, the lightning speed made the Demon Sect disciples unguardable, and in just a few breaths, he killed three more Demon Sect disciples.

There were eight remaining Demon Sect disciples who were divided into corpses as soon as they encountered Wei Jie's dragon knife, and they knew that they had no way to fight against Wei Jie. And they couldn't get close to Wei Jie, let alone sneak attack. The one who led the charge said, "We can't wait, let's run away and save our lives first." The eight disciples of the Mixed Demon Sect were already frightened, and as soon as they opened their mouths, everyone scattered in a hurry and fled from different directions.

Wei Jie didn't chase after him, and fed the disciple of the Xiuzhen Sect who fell to the ground and was dying. The seriously injured disciple slowly recovered his breath, and the wound was rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The female disciple knelt on the ground and thanked Wei Jie: "Thank you Engong for saving your life!" ”

Wei Jie asked, "How did you meet this group of Demon Sect disciples?" Why are there more than a dozen of them and there are only two of you. ”

The girl replied, "Our master is seriously injured and dying, and my senior brother and sister left the sect this morning and came to Baiyun City to buy Dan for Master to save his life."

Our Xiuzhen Sect and the Mixed Demon Sect are thousands of miles apart, but I didn't expect to encounter this group of demons in Baiyun City, it's really a narrow road.

Engong, go quickly, our brothers and sisters have to hide quickly. Just now they sent out an arrow calling for help, there will definitely be more and more powerful Demon Sect disciples coming, we won't be able to escape if it's too late, and your life-saving grace will be repaid later. ”

The girl said to the man again: "Senior brother, what do you think of the injury, I'll carry you away, time is pressing, the sooner the better, there is no time to delay." ”

The man tried to stand up, felt that there was nothing serious, and also knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Wei Jie: "Engong's life-saving grace is unforgettable, but at this time, you must run for your life quickly, and the only thing to repay is to wait for the coming day." ”

Wei Jie smiled: "I didn't save you to repay your kindness, because you are disciples of the Xiuzhen Sect, and I am the sect leader of the Xiuzhen Sect, and saving you is what I must do." It seems that they have come, and you two can't escape, so go to my inner world for a while. When I clean up these disciples of the Demon Mixing Sect, I will ask you some more things. Relax your minds. ”

When the two cultivator disciples heard this, they stood up and looked around, and sure enough, they saw two or three hundred disciples of the Mixed Demon Sect surrounding them.

As soon as Wei Jie's mind moved, he took the two young male and female disciples under the Life Source Tree and let them rest and cultivate.

Under the Life Source Tree, the male disciple said to the female disciple: "Senior sister, our sect leader is amazing, there is such an inner world, it is not impossible to do it without the power of the Nine Heavens. You see how vigorous the vitality is under this tree, my wounds are all healed, I can feel it, and all my internal injuries are healed. I don't know what kind of elixir that elixir is, even a broken heart can be cured and brought back to life. If our master gets such a pill, he will definitely be able to save him. ”

Girl: "Yes, when he comes, I must beg him to save our master's life." ”

Man: "Let's plead together, the sect leader may agree, and our master will be saved." ”

At this time, Wei Jie was facing more than 300 disciples of the Mixed Demon Sect, and these people's cultivation was uneven, the highest was the early stage of the eighth grade, and the lowest was only the third grade.

There are three eight-grade cultivations, one eight-grade three-level, and two eight-grade first-level. The three guys saw the dragon knife in Wei Jie's hand, and their eyes flowed with greed.

The eighth-rank third-level said: "Although this kid only has the cultivation of the middle of the fifth rank, but he has this imperial soldier, it is equivalent to having the strength of the eighth rank, and the cultivation below the seventh rank cannot withstand his tricks at all." Those who have cultivated below the seventh rank have retreated a mile away, and those who have cultivated above the seventh rank have stayed behind to surround this guy.

Let's go together, not because we're afraid of this kid, but because we want to beware of the imperial soldiers in his hands. Everyone must be cautious, don't be careless, don't do anything to ask for hardship, and don't capsize in the gutter. ”

Everyone nodded in unison, all of the seventh-grade cultivators and below retreated, and thirty seventh-grade cultivators and three eighth-grade cultivators stepped forward together to surround Wei Jie and make him unable to escape.

Wei Jie sneered again and again: "People die for money, birds die for food, what you say is not bad at all!" Come, if you want to grab the treasure, be ready to die because of the treasure! ”

Without waiting for the thirty-three disciples of the Mixed Demon Sect to close, Wei Jie teleported outside the encirclement in a flash, and everywhere, the dragon knife also slashed down sharply, and an eighth-grade first-level head left his neck and flew out three zhang away.

The eyes of the eighth rank and the third level were about to crack, and with a roar of anger, he slashed at the top of Wei Jie's head.

Wei Jie knew that with his cultivation in the middle of the fifth grade, he would surpass one major level at most, which was on par with the mid-stage cultivation of the sixth grade. But if you have to carry more than seven grades of cultivation, you will not be able to do it, let alone a master of eight grades of cultivation.

The success of the sneak attack on this eighth-grade first-level cultivator just now relied on the speed of the dragon sword, and the second was on the magic weapon of the dragon sword. He teleported to the back of the eighth-rank level, and before that guy could react, he was cut in two like a radish with a dragon knife.

In the face of the ruthless knife of the eighth-rank third-level cultivator, Wei Jie had already teleported away, and the eighth-grade cultivator's knife slashed at the afterimage, without feeling it at all.

Wei Jie would not fight for swords with each other, and after a false move, he retreated thirty meters away, and with a wave of his hand, thousands of sharp swords in the flying sword array were like hornets that blew up the nest, overwhelming the more than thirty masters of the Demon Sect.

When the master of the eighth-grade third-level cultivation saw this spell, he felt quite strange in his heart, this kid obviously only had the cultivation of the middle of the fifth-grade, how could he come up with the eight-rank spell. However, this master also put his mind at ease, and the cultivation of the fifth grade used the spell of the eighth grade cultivation, although the spell was clever, but the power was far from enough. It may still be lethal to those in the early stage of the seventh grade, but it is not a threat to the strong people above the middle stage of the seventh grade.

The eight-rank master powerhouse ignored those flying swords, and rushed straight towards Wei Jie, letting the flying swords fall on his body, not painful or itchy, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.

Of course, Wei Jie knew that these flying swords only constituted lethality to the early stage of the seventh grade, but as long as this purpose was achieved, it was enough, and there were at least twelve powerhouses in the early stage of the seventh grade who were tired of dealing with the flying swords. Eight or nine mid-seven grades should also be dealt with carefully. There are only eight of the late seventh-grade and two of the early-eighth-grade ones who fight hard with Wei Jie, and Wei Jie's pressure is greatly reduced.

The master of the eighth-rank third-level cultivation slashed at Wei Jie's afterimage, thinking that Wei Jie had flashed behind him, and hurriedly turned around to defend himself.