The young man shouted to surrender, but he surrendered and couldn't stop the vigilance of the four people in front of him, Qiong also raised his sword, the young man carefully looked at the swords in their hands, and did not see any other weapons, and exclaimed: "Cangyu Sword is not in your hands?!" ”

A roar was heard from the crowd fighting in the streets: "Don't try to lie to me! ”

"How could Cang Yu not be here!"

"If you're not here, you'll have to die!"

There are many people who don't cry when they don't see the coffin, and even more people are red-eyed and don't die.

The young man had no fighting intent, and after dodging Qiong Yi's snow-white sword light, he went directly to Sheng Xuanyan to snatch his weapon, how could he that nine-section whip had been held in Sheng Xuanyan's hand, he was unarmed, his feet hooked, and he kicked the knife from the ground to face Sheng Xuanyan, and after only two moves, he found that he was not an opponent at all, and said with a bitter face: "Little brother, I won't fight you, return my weapon to me." ”

"Okay." Sheng Xuan resented the sword and said: "You kill all the remaining dozen or so people here, and then come back to get the weapon." ”

The man was dumbfounded, "Is there a mistake?" ”

Sheng Xuanyan repelled him, and danced a few whips to help his friends, the material of this hard whip was extraordinary, it seemed to be dark iron, it was indeed fierce, and it was beaten away, and the sound of breaking the wind was sharp, sweeping a group of people. I saw that the remaining few people on the street were half standing and half falling, and most of their combat ability was almost gone, and the people on their side were only slightly injured.

Yan Ting looked at it for a long time and said, "I thought of it, come with me!" ”

The three of them followed behind him, and the young man followed, and Joan almost teleported to his side, and whispered, "If you don't want to die, get out." ”

"Why are you people either killing or dying!" The young man said aggrievedly: "You tell your little brother to return my weapon to me, and I will leave." ”

Yan Ting said to her lightly: "Kill it, so as not to cause more trouble." ”

Qiong was silent for a moment, and under the gaze of the three of them, she raised her sword and stabbed it into the man's chest, the young man didn't expect her to start so neatly, the expression on her face moved stiffly, and her body tilted down and fell to her knees.

Looking at his fallen figure, Qiong was also a little stunned in a trance: I'm like this, isn't I also disregarding human life?

The sword was slowly drawn, the sword lines were covered with blood, and the dark red color of the hilt had solidified, hiding the original verdant inlaid stone at all.

Am I, here to kill someone?

Getting out of the brink of melee, Joan also had the mood to think about this problem.

I'm ......

"I'm sorry." She spat out two words in a low voice, pinched the sword trick, and flew towards the outskirts of the city as fast as the three of them followed.

*

The movement on the outskirts of the city was no smaller than on the streets, and when Edgeworth looked down from afar, he only felt that the lights were bright, and when he flew closer, he saw that there was a fire in the sky, and the cries of crying, screaming and cries for help were mixed together, like a sharp blade piercing the heart, making it impossible to breathe.

In the fight, there was no one in the empty house, which made Joan mistakenly think that this was an empty city.

Empty city?

How could Wu Yue be an empty city?

On the main avenues leading to the city gates, the residents have almost fled, but what about the remote suburbs?

Even if those residents knew about the rumors, how did they know whether they were safe to flee from Wu Yuecheng or hide at home?

The closer they looked, the more terrifying the fire became, the waves of fire were monstrous, staining half of the sky red, and the four of them saw the scattered corpses of monks on the ground before they reached the center of the fire, and they died in a tragic state. Several monks in plain robes were shaking their heads at the sea of fire, chanting, "Amitabha." ”

"Come out! Zhang Yan! You're not going to come out again! Lao Tzu burned the entire Wu Yuecheng! ”

There was a crazy figure standing on a tall building and screaming loudly, its male duck voice was very harsh, and Su Ye recognized this person as a rat-bearded man he had seen in the wine stall during the day.

In the surging sea of fire, the cries of children, the cries of women and the heart-rending shouts of men, stabbed Qiong Yi's whole body trembling, she ran forward two steps forward and was stopped by Sheng Xuan, looking back and calling at him: "Fire!" Ah Yan, firefighting......"

Sheng Xuan's thick inky pupils were reflected by the firelight, the red flame danced, and she saw herself in his eyes: a bloody strange face, and the bottom of the eyes was sad.

Am I, here to kill someone?

I'm ...... It's here to save people.

Above the burning roof, there were still monks fighting, accompanied by the crackling sound of burning wood cracks, the sound of fighting seemed extremely small, and Qiong also recognized that almost all of those people were opponents with no low cultivation, including the monk of the Zen Yin Sect, the Faxiu Gong Changyi who fled before the Guangyao faction, and the middle-aged man with a scar on his face and carrying a heavy axe that he met for the first time when he entered the city, as well as the rat-whiskered man who set fire to the fire, and there were a few scattered scattered casual cultivators with the same level of cultivation as himself.

On the way to the outskirts of the city, Qiong has already persuaded himself, in this battle for the sword, everyone is coveted by the Cangyu sword, coveting the powerful and ownerless things, driven by desires, it is already sinful, no one is innocent, life and death are only determined by their own cultivation, and if they can't win others, they will only die.

However, there is no reason for the people living in Wu Yuecheng to suffer from this.

"Joan Yi!"

Sheng Xuan couldn't hold her, the monks in the struggle had already noticed them, the cultivation of these people was not comparable to the low-level monks just now, when they were too busy to take care of themselves, how could they have the energy to save mortals.

"Ahh Joan also stopped and looked at him fixedly: "Hold them back and buy me time." ”

Her voice was swallowed up by a tumbling heat: "You can do it." ”

Sheng Xuan's lips opened slightly, and then pursed them.

Su Ye was anxious and annoyed, he wanted to save people, but now the situation was critical, he could only protect himself, and before he could stop Qiong Yi, the slender figure disappeared into the fire, as if it had been eaten by flames. At the same time, the rat whiskers above stared at Su Ye and shouted, "Boy, it's you!" ”

Sheng Xuanren didn't say anything to her, the true qi overflowed and stepped on Chengying, ignoring those who regarded him as an opponent, and flew quickly around the four directions where the fire spread, those few monks who chanted the scriptures did not move, Guangyao's Fa Xiu watched him move with a smile while responding to the enemy, Yan Ting understood Sheng Xuan's thoughts and covered him to block the pursuers.

Flying to the edge of the house where the fire had not yet burned, Sheng Xuanren took a deep breath, and the blue blue on the Chengying Sword suddenly turned black and turned into ink blue, even at the risk of being recognized by the swordsmanship, he still used a "ray of heaven" with the blessing of the technique: "Drink!" "Suddenly, the street of empty houses was shattered like a dead tree, and the sand and stones flew away, and even the ground was split with a huge crack to prevent the fire from spreading.

The sword intent is so sharp, it must be extremely depleted.

Yan Ting gasped deeply: "You don't want to die!" Then he shouted to Su Ye: "Cover him from the fire!" I'm going to find Joan! ”

Su Ye dodged the sword wind of the rat-bearded man and shouted, "Why didn't I pick her up?" ”

"If you know how to do water, you can go!" Yan Ting said angrily: "It's all at this time, what kind of trouble are you making with your own people!" ”

Sheng Xuan gasped twice, gritted his teeth and said to Su Ye: "I don't need it!" Deal with the people you have in your hands! ”

"Sheng! …… You! Su Ye was stunned by him: "If you want to die, just say it!" I don't want to collect your corpse here! ”

Yan Tingshen, who was slightly skilled in water walking techniques, gathered a cloud of water, surrounded his side, and flew towards the ruins in the fire.

*

In the midst of the fire, it was extremely difficult to breathe, and Joan also quickly shuttled between them, attracting the true qi to protect herself, and soon she saw the women and men who were cowering in the empty space of the fire ring and did not dare to move, they looked at the raging fire around them, and looked at the monks who kept fighting in the sky, and only shivered.

Joan also ran to their side to help, but they raised their kitchen knives and axes as if they were facing a great enemy, and Joan also stopped and raised his sword, and the blood stains on the sword were dazzling: "But someone is trapped in the house?" Did all the people in there escape? She asked, pointing to the house that burned the most.

At first, no one replied to her, and then a cry sounded, and a woman ran out of the crowd regardless of the pull of the people around her, and knelt down in front of her: "Save the fairy aunt, save my father!" He's an old man with bad legs! Still in the house! ”

As she knelt, someone stood up and knelt down one after another: "Save the little fairy aunt, save my son!" ”

"Ask the fairy aunt to save my wife..."

"Save them......"

Outside the fire, the faint sound of "Amitabha" made Qiong Yi's anger accumulate to the extreme, and she only said: "If you are still alive, I will try to save it, and if you can't save it, don't blame me." ”

"Cover your mouth and nose and run out with your body bent!" Joan also split the burning wood that blocked the way, "Don't wait here to die!" You can go this way, go this way! ”

"There are wicked people...... They're going to kill our ...... outside."

Seeing that the house was burned to pieces, sparks overflowed, she raised her hand to block the flames with wind condensation, her throat was faintly dry, and she reprimanded: "If you stay here, you will die!" Rush out from here! Fast! Don't delay saving people! ”

At this time, Yan Ting rushed into the circle of fire: "Qiong Yi! ”

"Brother Yan!" Joan also took two steps in front of him: "It's just right! You send them out! There are still people in the fire, and I don't have the skills! ”

Yan Tingshen looked at the approaching and more powerful fire, and swept the crowd: "Don't ......" Before the words were finished, Qiong Yi lifted his sword and went deeper, and suddenly became angry: "You! Yan Tingshen looked back at the group of people: "If you have legs, run out for me!" Escort the women and children and run out! Don't scatter! Don't run up the hill! Find the open lowlands! Said that the water trick cast a spell, attached to these dozen or so people, "Hurry up!" ”

The mortals were surrounded by what seemed to be a layer of water, and they finally stopped hesitating and fled to the path that Joan had carved for them.

Yan Tingshen continued to walk towards the center of the fire, and a little water pattern body protection flowed out of the Lin Sword.

Qiong also has five elements of fire, but she has never specialized in the five elements of spells, and she can only manipulate a small part of this external fire, and cannot absorb it, let alone extinguish it. In the flames, everything was distorted by the heat, she could no longer hear the sound of the living in the fire, looking around, only to see a child lying on the ground unconscious, hurriedly rushed to see how he was, the child's body was hot, I don't know whether it was dead or alive, but she had no time to care about these. Within ten steps, she saw a white-haired old man leaning against the earthen house that had not yet burned, and when she wanted to save it, she saw the old man bow down and fall, and Yan Tingshen's voice came from behind her: "Qiong Yi! ”

"Why are you still here!" Joan also exclaimed, and slashed through the falling roof beams with his sword. Yan Tingshen hurriedly ran over and cast a spell to make a talisman water cover for her: "You carry these two out, and leave them to me!" He dragged the old man up and put it on Qiong Yi's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "The city gate is sealed, they can't get out." I counted the group of people just now, and it was nineteen. ”

Joan was also surprised: "You mean ......"

Yan Tingshen nodded heavily.

If Zhang Yan wants to disguise, it is very likely to be mixed in with this group of people.

He said again: "Go and help Xuan Yan and Su Ye, they need you more than ordinary people." ”

Joan also nodded, and when the old man rushed out of the fire with the child in her arms, only a woman waited anxiously outside the fire ring. Joan also handed the two into the woman's hands, and her eyes fell on the sky: what a scuffle! The four monks of the Zen Yin Sect and the three monks of the Guangyao Sect had already fought with the miscellaneous cultivators present, and the light under the dark curtain of the night sky was different and dazzling.

Sheng Xuanyan and Su Ye were also in a chaotic battle, and they seemed to be in a bad situation, and they were all covered with colors from a distance, and Qiong also only felt that they were fighting their own battles, and there was no cooperation at all.

She flew to the aid of the two, and the rat-whiskered man he targeted was seriously injured, but they didn't seem to be getting any favor. The white-faced little monk of the Zen Yin sect held a magic staff, and the bell sound was deafening, as if he was looking at Sheng Xuan's resentment that was going to consume too much true qi first, and Qiong Yi rushed to Sheng Xuanren's body in a breath, and took the monk's staff, the monk "Huh", but his squinting eyes did not open, and Qiong was also stabbed dizzy by the sound of the bell on the staff, and seemed to feel a trace of abnormal movement from the spirit.

The white-faced monk smiled: "Although the girl has a ghost, she has the virtue of a good life, which is really rare. ”

Qiong also glanced back at Sheng Xuan, and saw that he was no longer in trouble, so he stabbed his sword: "I don't know what it is!" ”