A crisp sound sounded.

Several black arrows snapped.

After being promoted to perception Xiaocheng, both the reaction in action and the perception of the outside world have been greatly improved.

The sea of Qi surged, as if an infinite amount of power poured into the bones of the limbs.

"Whew!"

A black shadow struck from the right side, and the long sword glowing with cold light stabbed straight at Ye Qinghan who was fuqin.

Her pretty face froze, but before she could react, the ink sword arrived first!

"Huh!"

Blood splattered.

The man's hand fell with the sword.

"Boom!"

The sound of the piano shook, and an invisible sword swept over Jiang Wuji's shoulder.

"Whew!"

The chest of the person behind him cracked, and the whole person flew out of the pavilion and smashed into the mud pit.

Ye Qinghan: "Be careful yourself!" ”

The corners of Jiang Wuji's mouth raised, this Nizi's methods were really a little unexpected.

Originally, she thought that she was proficient in the way of music and rhythm, and she could only play an auxiliary role, that is, the BUFF on the top.

I didn't expect that playing the piano could really kill.

Without any worries, Jiang Wujian slammed his feet hard.

"Click!"

The stone bricks cracked, swept out of the pavilion, and the ink sword in his hand turned into an afterimage.

For a moment, all kinds of sounds blended together.

"Look at it! Don't forget that this kid is also a cultivator! ”

The scar man shouted in a deep voice, and suddenly the Dao figure that was originally surrounding Jiang Wujian widened the distance.

But they are not showing weakness, let alone cowardice.

From the words of the scar man, it can be known that they already know who they are going to kill today.

Although cultivators have Qi Yuan bonuses, their strength and speed are different from ordinary people.

Some powerful cultivators can even use divine and ghost methods, and one person can be a million teachers!

But in the face of cultivators in the perceptual realm, the martial arts of horizontal training can use numbers to make up for the gap.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been here at all.

"Whoosh!"

A rain of arrows struck, blocking all retreats in an instant.

Jiang Wuji's eyes sank, and he raised his ink sword to cut off some of the effective arrows.

"Put!"

With a big wave of the scar man's hand.

The black arrows no longer came from the same direction, but formed a siege from all directions.

For Jiang Wuji, who could only fight in close combat at this time, this kind of long-range attack was the most difficult.

Not to mention that these arrows are also smeared with poison!

The situation is worse than expected......

That's when it happened.

"Wow! Boom! ”

The sound of the piano suddenly became high-pitched.

At the moment when the second wave of arrow rain was about to arrive, an invisible barrier seemed to appear around Jiang Wuji's body.

Those deadly arrows seemed to be squeezed when they were still about half a foot away, and their speed slowed down a lot.

"Huh!"

Jiang Wujian cut a corner, and the mud splashed under his feet.

"Whew! Snort! ”

Several heads flew into the air, and finally landed in the Fengming Lake, which was full of rain flowers.

As for the splash on the face, it is impossible to tell whether it is blood or rain.

But Ye Qinghan's piano sound can't always protect Jiang Wuji.

If she hadn't had internal injuries, the battle would have been much easier.

But now she had to dedicate some of her strength to protecting herself.

"Huh!"

The ink sword seemed to have no edge, but it could easily cut through the blades in the hands of these people.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded suddenly.

"Boy! Death! ”

A black horse rushed into view, and Jiang Wuji could even see the knotted muscles on the black horse's body.

On horseback, the scimitar in the Scar Man's hand turned into a spear.

At this time, he was like a fierce god, his legs tightly clamped the horse's belly, his upper body leaned back slightly, and finally threw the spear hard!

"Whew!"

The power of the spear destroys the withered and decayed.

For a moment, Jiang Wuxi felt suffocated.

Obviously, you can dodge with one side, but your limbs seem to be stiff and you can't respond properly.

Is this the Dzogchen of perception?

Rank suppression?

In a hurry, Jiang Wujian could only use his sword to block.

"Bang!"

The spear slammed into the blade of the sword, and the terrifying power suddenly poured out.

With a sharp pain that pierced the heart, the tiger's mouth in the right hand holding the hilt of the sword was already bloody and blurred.

Looking at the two mud marks that were dragged out by force, Jiang Wuxi had the feeling that he had walked around the ghost gate.

But now is not the time to lament this.

The scar man pulled the reins in one hand and pulled out his spear that had pierced into the mud with the other.

"A sword is a good sword."

"But with a small perception, I can block a few times!"

"Die!"

The scar man as perceives the Great Perfection.

In his opinion, it was already a shame that he failed to kill Jiang Wuji's perception Xiaocheng with one blow.

The spear was like a thunderbolt, whirring, and striking again.

And Jiang Wujian did not choose to confront him head-on this time, but suddenly shouted: "Sir! If you don't make a move, the student will really die! ”

Everyone froze.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Wujian and Ye Qinghan swallowed Ju Qisan hidden under their tongues at the same time.

"Dare to deceive ......"

"Whew!"

By the time the scar man reacted, Jiang Wujian had already used a sliding shovel to break open the horse's belly with an ink sword.

With a hissing of pain, the scarred man staggered off his horse.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Wujian rushed forward, wanting to give the other party a fatal blow.

However, the scar man seemed to have expected this scene, and the spear in his hand was predicted to stab at the rain curtain.

"Go to Nima's dog for a few handfuls!"

There are also kung fu scolding people during the war, but there are few scolding that is so ugly.

At the same time, the sound of the piano oscillated.

Dantian Qihai resonated, and with the medicinal effect of Juqi San, the original perception Xiaocheng was instantly raised to perfection!

Under the frightened gaze of the scar man, the boy grabbed the spearhead with his left hand and pushed it to the side.

As soon as the spear is deflected, then the ink sword is next!

"Whew!"

The ink sword pierced the opponent's shoulder blade.

"Go down and remember to kowtow to your little yellow grandfather!"

The ink sword cut a furrow in the ground, and along with the neck of the scar man, it split in two.

A trickle of blood gushed out, mixed with rain and mud, and flowed into Fengming Lake, spreading layer by layer.

As soon as the scar man died, these people lost their backbone.

It stands to reason that they should scatter and flee, after all, that's what is shown on TV.

However, there is a surprise.

The scar man died.

The rest turned against each other at about the same time.

They stabbed their blades at their companions!

"No mother, vacuum hometown!"

The uneven screams are confusing.

In the next second, these people fell to the ground one after another, dying at the hands of their comrades.

In the gazebo, Ye Qinghan's pupils contracted for a while.

"No Mother's ......"

"Red Lotus Sect! They are the demons of the Red Lotus Sect! ”

"Childe be careful!"

Ye Qinghan rushed out of the pavilion and drew his soft sword.

Recklessly, the cultivation of perceiving the Great Perfection completely explodes.

At the same time, Jiang Wujian subconsciously turned around.

I saw a spear break through the rain curtain and pierce straight at me.

Spear bearer.

It's a headless corpse!