The autumn swallow fairy released a flying sword, leaned forward, and held the knife backwards, like a swift returning to the nest in spring, and turned back to the depths of the cave.

Many years ago in the autumn, when her name was still Jiang Wei, not long after entering the Battle Master Hall, she met Yuzhu and Xu Fei, two senior brothers.

The two of them were impressed by Qiu Yan's light body exercises, and sighed with a smile, what a pretty autumn swallow!

Since then, she has one more name - Qiu Yan.

Maybe it's because this name is easy to remember, everyone calls it Qiuyan Fairy, and over time, no one remembers her real name.

Her qualifications were not good, and her cultivation progress was slow, but with the help of Yuzhu and Xu Fei, she finally broke through the bottleneck of the Qi Condensation Realm and became a Lingtai Realm cultivator, when she was almost forty years old.

Because she entered the Tao late, her face remained at nearly forty years old, which is the reason why her visual age is older than Yuzhu and Xu Fei.

But in any case, she is the little junior sister in Yuzhu and Xu Fei's hearts, and the three of them lead the "Vermilion Bird" team among the four teams in the Xiaoyao Peak Battle Master Hall.

The two best friends are gone, what is left of her?

She didn't know.

Perhaps, leading or covering the surviving disciples to reach Black Mountain City after breaking out of the encirclement of the Dragon Clan was the only way for her to comfort the two Immortal Elders.

It didn't take long for her to hear the shouts of the disciples of the Battle Master Hall in front of her, her heartstrings tightened, and she said with mana: "Don't panic, disciples, quickly move closer to this seat!" ”

After speaking, she opened her mouth and spit out two thunderbolts, which were wrapped around the blades of the two scimitars.

This is all the belongings she has accumulated by studying alchemy, and she has been reluctant to use it, and to this day, Yuzhu and Xu Fei, the two senior brothers, don't even want their lives, so what does she not want to give up?

"It's Qiuyan senior, hurry up, retreat!"

"Are you here...... senior?"

The chaotic shouts were full of the expectations of the disciples.

"Don't panic, throw out everything that can break or hinder the enemy......"

Fairy Qiuyan was in a hurry, and at the same time as issuing the order, she mobilized the flying sword and swept in the direction of the surviving disciples at a faster speed.

Xu Fei and Yuzhu used the power of the Lingtai Realm, although they were not spared, they still caused great damage to those dragon tribes hiding in the dark, and at the same time dispersed their attack.

The only two or three of the surviving disciples who surrounded these more than ten surviving disciples were much inferior to the previous ones in terms of attack methods and intensity.

In addition, these more than ten disciples of the Battle Master Hall have survived until now, and they are not ordinary people, and they know the consequences of being broken one by one, so they gather together and report to the group to keep warm.

These three-headed dragons did not dare to attack with all their might, they were very smart, they were not like humanoid netherworlds, they would rush over desperately when they saw a living person, but they mainly used nuisance, strategically and purposefully delaying these ten or so monks.

They do this with one purpose, to wait for more groups to catch up.

When the figure of the Autumn Swallow Fairy appeared in front of the disciples, the three-headed dragon clan who had implemented the delaying tactics was in a hurry.

Roar –

In the black and red clouds floating in the air, a signal suddenly came from the Dragons calling for their fellow clans to hurry up and help.

The cavern turned inward, about twenty feet away, and two identical howls rang out.

Farther away from the cave, about fifty zhang, howling one after another, judging from the sound, there are about ten dragons in a hurry.

The attack power of a single dragon is not very strong, but the bite force is amazing and fast, which is inferior to the combat power of a humanoid netherworld, but the dragon clan can use the abnormal ability of red and black nether qi to hide and stealth, and is good at adopting the "wolf pack" tactic to attack more and less, which fuels their power.

Once the monk encounters a horde of dragons, he can neither see nor hear, nor can his divine sense detect it, and he completely becomes deaf and blind.

Only when the Clan bites the monk's body will its invisibility be broken, which often means that the monk will be nearly fatally injured, and one or more parts of his body will no longer belong to him, whether it be a hand or a foot, or a head, or even a waist amputation.

After the monk is seriously injured or a blow before death, it is the limit to be able to use two or three points of supernatural powers, so how can he slaughter monsters?

In this case, fighting hard with the dragon clan is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, which is no different from self-cutting.

In fact, this time the two sides collided, and the two Lingtai Realm cultivators, Yuzhu and Xu Fei, together with the disciples of the Hundred Dozen Battle Master Hall, were all killed!

"Let's go, after this seat is broken!" Fairy Qiuyan stepped on the flying sword, swirled in the air, and stood behind the disciples.

The cultivators were overjoyed, and they released flying magic weapons one after another, volleyed into the air, and galloped towards the outside of the cave.

Qiu Yan bent on her waist, her scimitar carried two strings of thunder shocks, making a gesture that could be activated at any time, aiming at the seemingly calm space around her, and at the same time driving the flying sword to cover the retreat of the disciples.

She didn't know if she would be able to escort her disciples to escape safely, and she didn't know if the speed of the flying magic weapon could exceed the speed of the pursuit of the Wei Clan, but she had no choice.

In the depths of the cave, there was a hysterical roar of the Wei clan, obviously unwilling to let Fairy Qiuyan and the others leave.

The group of Qiuyan Fairy was quiet nearby, and the three people who were responsible for the nuisance seemed to have disappeared.

Crisis lurks ......

No one knew how long the peace would last, and the surviving dozen or so disciples could only be ordered to infuse mana into the flying magic weapon and try their best to escape.

Once the calm is broken, everyone knows what that will mean.

The disciples could only pray in their hearts, hoping that the Wei clan would be afraid of the power of the Qiu Yan Fairy's Lei Zhenzi and let them go.

After a while, the group of people had already retreated for about a hundred feet, and there was no accident......

The tense cheeks of the more than a dozen Battle Master Hall disciples relaxed slightly, and there was a kind of joy that secretly grew in the bottom of their hearts after the catastrophe, after all, they had retreated so far, and the speed of the flying magic weapon was not slow, and those dragon clans probably wouldn't catch up again.

Fairy Qiuyan's face was as pale as frost, fine beads of sweat appeared on her sideburns and the tip of her nose, and the twin blades that were holding Lei Zhenzi did not relax.

It's so quiet, it's never a good thing!

Farther away from Fairy Qiuyan and the others, Yan Yun didn't know anything about the tragic battle in the Battle Master Hall.

He touched the storage bag with his left hand, and with a flash of golden light, five netherworld circles flew out, firmly encasing the limbs and neck of the red-crowned netherworld.

Then, he used his mana to urge the Evil Spear King, and the spear trembled, and then lengthened and thickened.

He thrust the tail of the spear into the ground again, and the sharp tail vertebrae broke through the stone, like a flagpole, hanging the red-crested ghost in the air with a scream of pain.

Due to the sneak attack of the Red Crowned Netherworld, he was forced to use the fog technique of the Nether Spirit Banner to heal his wounds, and for some reason, it actually caused a hole in the dark flag, this phenomenon is new, and he has tried several times before this vision.

The Ghost King then came out of the hidden mist, first acting surprised, and then blinking its big deep eyes in the direction of Yan Yun's mind with interest.

Yan Yun's soul flag is a sub-flag of the soul flag held by Li Du, the real flag holder, although it has been upgraded by itself repeatedly, but the foundation is too thin, and it is actually overwhelmed.

Although Yan Yun was a little surprised by this hole, he knew that this result would happen sooner or later.

The Ghost King and Yan Yun touched each other, and the two looked at each other.

Yan Yun's heart was as heavy as iron, and the ghost king had an innocent expression.

In the middle of the night, the ghost king took two steps back, his ugly head slipped, and he hid in the mist again.

Only then did Yan Yun detach his mind from the Netherworld Banner and set his eyes on the red-crowned Netherworld hanging on the barrel of the gun.

When this monster reached the end of his rope, he behaved extremely bravely, completely ignoring the tighter and tighter circle of descent on his hands and feet, and instead grabbed the barrel of the gun with both hands and climbed down.

Its abdomen had been pierced by the Punishment Spear, and as its body sank, blood clinging to the barrel of the spear, scarlet.

Yan Yun frowned, flicked his five fingers, and the chain of five mana extended out, tied to the five underworld circles, and then looked back and pulled.

The Netherworld Circle immediately tightened sharply, completely embedded in the red-crowned Netherworld muscles, and stranched deeply.

Under the double severe pain, the red-crowned ghost bared his teeth, and his face was extremely hideous because of the pain, and he did not have the slightest intention of retreating weakly.

It didn't care, it just stretched out its strangled arms with difficulty, held the flagpole, and pulled its body to the ground.

This scene was unexpected by Yan Yun, and after thinking about it, he sighed in his heart.

He knew that with the extreme endurance shown by this strange thing at this moment, it was impossible for him to tame this strange thing in a short time.

Even if over time, all its sharpness and wildness are worn out, this monster's combat power may drop significantly, and the gains outweigh the losses, and Yan Yun still has a task on his body, so he can't make room and time to carry it out.

"Since you don't want to submit to me, you won't force ......"

After Yan Yun finished speaking, three sets of four evil talismans were thrown, a total of twelve fluorescent glittering talismans, which were completely attached to the body of the red-crowned netherworld.

The Red Crown Nether was already seriously injured, and the talisman mist was difficult to condense, even if its body was strong, it could not resist the three sets of four evil talismans being stimulated next to its body.

Just like last time, the only red pupil of the Red Crowned Netherworld revealed deep fear.

Yan Yun no longer had illusions in his heart, and with a single thought, he took back all the evil punishment spears and the underworld circle.

The red-crowned ghost broke free from the pain and fell to the ground, knowing that its end was coming, it actually pounced on Yan Yun with a fit, trying to pull Yan Yun to die together.

At this moment, the destructive power of wind, fire, thunder and lightning was instantly released, and the center of the cave was completely engulfed by red and white fire and lightning.

In the dazzling spot, the screams of the red crown and the ghost were completely muffled by the sound of wind and thunder, and its tall body curled up into a ball and tried to carry it, but to no avail under the restraint of the four evils, the muscles of the body blistered and then fell off again, and finally the body was completely burned through by the flames, and fire came out of the mouth and nose......

In a short period of time, this fierce and abnormal red-crowned ghost turned into a cloud of black ash, which was swept away by the residual strength of the wind talisman and vanished, leaving only a dark and shiny bead on the ground—Yin Dan.

Yan Yun picked up the Yin Pill, pinched it in his hand and looked at it, took out a jade box, and put it in.

Just when the sound of wind and thunder completely subsided, Yan Yun vaguely heard a voice from the cave.

"Yan Yun, come quickly-"

Obviously, the powerful movement emitted after the activation of the Four Evil Talismans let Fairy Qiuyan know that he was still alive.

Yan Yun also knew that he had indeed been away from the team for too long, so he hurriedly released the human-faced vulture and flew up, and was about to advance to the depths of the cave.

Unexpectedly, the shouts of the autumn swallow fairy were faintly heard.

"Yan Yun, this seat orders you, return to Black Mountain City quickly......"

The two commands were completely contradictory, which made Yan Yun's heart tense, and he took out a speed talisman and slapped it on the wings of the human-faced vulture, speeding towards the cave.