Jimo Qing's shallow eyes narrowed slightly, the emotions between his eyebrows were thin and sparse, and there was a faint sarcastic chuckle: "This entrance is the small Sumeru formation, and the breaking of the formation depends on the mana to slowly wear off, if your mana is enough, you will break the formation with this seat, if it is not enough, you will go inside and wait for death." ”

After that, Jimo Qingqian pinched it fiercely, and the Qingyu Ruyi Qingguang masterpiece in front of him was divided into seven identical Qingyu Ruyi, all of which were submerged in the rune, making a crackling sound.

Gan Song, on the other hand, took a step back, wiped the cold sweat on his face, and swung the long sword in his hand even harder, cutting through the gray mist that kept growing around the three of them.

Bai Ginseng glanced at Jimo with jealousy, even though there was a hundred reluctances, but in order to survive, he did not hesitate to pinch a trick, countless Bai Sensen's small swords broke out of the air, only to see that the small sword was only an inch long, as if it was made of Sensen's white bones, and the sword was engraved with a six-petal snowflake, floating in mid-air, like flying snow in the sky.

He urged fiercely, and the small sword roared, making countless piercing cold lights, all of which were submerged into the runes, and the cold light and black light staggered, and the snow flew one after another, making a soft sound of snow flakes falling to the ground.

Jimo Qingqian glanced sideways slightly, glanced at Bai Ginseng, and was secretly surprised, sure enough, he was the head disciple of the Sword Academy, his cultivation was indeed not comparable to ordinary immortal cultivators, and the magic weapon in his hand was indeed not comparable to ordinary immortal cultivators, it turned out to be the treasure of the Sword Academy, "Xue Xue", and the head of the Sword Academy was really generous enough, so he was not afraid of being guilty of being targeted for murder and treasure.

Seeing this scene at night, a fierce expression appeared on Qingli's face, and with a wave of one hand, with a bang, a long blue chain sharply slashed through the void, and the endless bright stars roared past, smashing heavily into the runes with lightning speed.

Under the tripartite consumption of these three parties, coupled with the help of the blood-robed man outside the building, this rune really loosened a little, emitting bursts of wailing sounds, and small cracks appeared.

Seeing this scene, the people who rushed here later also used all their tricks to wear off.

I thought that with these people breaking the formation together, this so-called small Sumeru formation would disappear in an instant, but who expected that at this time, a vision suddenly appeared, interrupting everyone's breaking formation.

The sound of blunt knives sawing wood on the wall was sizzling, and the people who saw it were extremely anxious, and the blood-red eyes that densely covered the walls suddenly blinked, and the blood-dripping arrows peeled off from the eyeballs, flashing with a dark glow like ink, and stabbed at everyone overwhelmingly.

Arrows rained down, the whirring wind sounded in their ears, and some people couldn't dodge, and were stabbed by arrows, and then a black mist churned around them.

The cultivation was low, and before he could even scream, he turned into a shriveled corpse.

And those who have advanced cultivation pull out the arrows, but they also suddenly feel pain to the bones, mana is stagnant, and it is difficult to mobilize half a point.

The surrounding area was noisy for a while, and the sound of rain of arrows and wailing screams came and went, which sounded particularly miserable.

An arrow flew in, Gan Song hurriedly dodged sideways, the arrow whistled past his ear, "dang long", nailed to the wall in the distance, strangely, the arrow twisted, rose up a cloud of black mist, and disappeared.

Just as Jimo Qingqian broke through the formation with all his strength, an arrow pierced the shoulder of an immortal cultivator, and with a little blood light, it stabbed straight at him.

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Jimo raised his eyebrows calmly, did not dodge or dodge, only reached out and fished out, then grabbed the arrow in his hand, and immediately shook it heavily.

He only heard a "zila" sound, billowing black smoke escaped from his fingers, and he opened his hand to see that an inch-long black snake was coiled in the palm of his hand, and it had long since lost its breath.

Jimo Qing's shallow eyebrows frowned, condensing a gloomy and fierce aura, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect really made a bloody capital this time, the corners of his lips hung down, and he sneered, I was afraid that in the end, it would be bloodless.

He looked around, only to see that there were a few more pools of blood on the ground, and there were only a dozen people left who could still pinch and protect him, and the rest were curled up in the viscous gray mist, unable to move, and they were unable to break the formation together.

Hearing the sound of squirming clothes, Mo Qingqian looked sideways slightly, but saw the arrows rushing towards the white ginseng, but his face was calm, and he made a white light around his body, and he didn't see any violent shaking of his body, but the plain white clothes were slightly undulating and fluttering, and the white light was rippling, and those arrows were whirling to avoid him.

Jimo Qing's face showed an approving expression, picked the corners of his lips, and smiled lightly, this son is extremely talented, and his cultivation is extraordinary, and he is really carefully taught by the head of the Sword Academy, and he can afford to be one of the four sons of Zhengyang Dao.

He was a little contemplative, Bai Ginseng has such a cultivation, and his heart is strong enough to endure, if he takes the right path, he will definitely be able to become a big climate in the future, he looked sideways and looked at the side until late, so it seems that aside from the balance of interests in this marriage, Bai Ginseng can be regarded as a good match for her.

He shook his head, are the two of them a good match, what does it have to do with him, what kind of idle man he, with this kung fu, it is better to break the formation and flee for his life.

At this moment, a person climbed to the feet of several people with difficulty, and suddenly grabbed Fang Zhiwan's feet, his voice was low, and he panted and moaned: "Help, help, save me." ”

Fang Zhiwan was startled, and hurriedly lowered his head to look, it was Ji Si, lying on the ground with a pale face, struggling weakly with his hands and feet, I really don't know how he, a person with no cultivation, survived in the gray fog for so long, and could still hold up and crawl to the door to ask for help.

She hurriedly bent down to pull Jishi, only to find that the blood lotus on his body emitted a curling blood light, blocking the endless gray mist from the outside.

Fang Zhiwan realized in an instant, it turned out to be the magic weapon of the automatic protector, but unfortunately it couldn't be urged with mana, and it would be wiped out after all.

With a wrong eye, the blood lotus has a tendency to wither, the original seven-petal lotus petal is now only two or three pieces left, the lotus petal has become transparent, and the shadow of the person can be illuminated, the blood stains on the top have been extremely slender, and the blood light around the body is only a thin layer that is consumed by the gray mist.

Seeing that the gray mist was about to be devoured, Fang Zhiwan used all his strength to drag him to Gansong's sword light, and barely cut off a few gray mists.

"Tell me, where is the Demon Bone Sword. Fang Zhiwan pulled Ji Si and asked hurriedly.

Ji Si was obviously exhausted, only the breath that came out, and there was no breath in it, and he shook his head weakly: "In, in." ”

Before he could finish speaking, a deep black arrow shot at him, stabbing a deep wound in the back of his head.

The blood splashed on Fang Zhiwan's body, she was stunned for a moment, grabbed Ji Si's hand, and asked again and again: "Where is it, where is it, you say."

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Yes. ”

Ji Si had long since lost his breath, and a black mist rolled on his body, and a shriveled and curled corpse was lying in a pool of blood.

Fang Zhiwan grabbed the blood on his hands, only to feel that he couldn't get up in one breath, his heart was very blocked, and he stood there in despair, completely ignoring the sound of the arrow rain of brushing.

Jimo Qing's shallow eyes swept away, and she saw an arrow stabbing at Fang Zhiwan's vest, and she seemed to have lost her soul, completely unaware of it.

His eyebrows jumped, and as soon as his subconscious figure turned, he blocked behind Fang Zhiwan, and with a muffled snort, the arrow pierced his shoulder.

All this was only in an instant, when Fang Zhiwan came back to his senses, Ji Mo Qingqian had already pulled out the arrow, bringing up a string of blood beads, the wound turned over, revealing Bai Sensen's bones, and as soon as the arrow landed, it turned into a handful of black mist.

"Seniors. Fang Zhiwan exclaimed, seeing the black mist rolling on Jimo Qingqian's shoulder, she suddenly felt frightened, if this arrow was nailed to herself, she was afraid that she would not even be able to stand, she was busy supporting him, looking at him with a complicated expression for a long time, her lips were pursed, and she was finally speechless.

Jimo Qingqian's face turned pale, gently brushed away Fang Zhiwan's hand, tapped a few times on his shoulder without saying a word, and continued to endure the pain.

Seeing this scene, Bai Ginseng paused slightly, his eyes were cloudy, and his expression was uncertain, and he didn't know what to think about.

Gan Song heard the movement, looked back, and saw that his master was injured, and he also knew that this arrow was not ordinary, maybe it was also quenched poison, he was worried, his heart was burning, the sweat on his forehead was like rain, his hand was faintly trembling, and he stuffed a pill of pill into his mouth, and the mana that was originally on the verge of exhaustion was gradually filled, and the red gold sword that swung out of the long sword became more and more sharp.

The arrow was indeed quenched with poison, that is, Mo Qingqian pinched the trick, and he noticed the stagnation of mana, he secretly said, if it is delayed any longer, I am afraid that I will really be trapped alive, he pursed his lips tightly, looked at the rune with gloomy eyes, and the spirit platform flew around, giving birth to a helpless method.

At this moment, a huge cracking sound came from the depths of the rune, as if countless scarlet sword lights were sharply slashed, and the black light thinned out in an instant, and the rune also shattered piece by piece.

In the dark night, the crisp breath hits the face, and the quiet and deep moonlight curls in front of the door.

As the runes dissipated, the gray mist in the building gradually stopped rolling, and there was a momentum of thinning and dissipating.

And the three Teng snakes on the high platform hissed in the sky, and their bodies blurred and gradually dispersed.

"The formation is broken, the formation is broken. ”

"We, we survived. ”

"Run, what are you doing? ”

The surviving immortal cultivators shouted and screamed, covering the bleeding wounds on their bodies, and rushed out in a hurry, having no time to explore who laid down and why this formation that killed hundreds of people, and they didn't have the time to find out who saved them, so they just kept their heads and ran out with one mind.

This line of vitality is really not easy to come by, that is, Mo Qingqian took three steps and made two steps, ran out of the door, and as far as his eyes could see, he just saw the back of a pale blue man, carrying a scarlet long sword, and quickly left.

He shook his head, jokingly chuckled, saving people is like being a thief, lest he be seen, this style of the blood faction is really incomprehensible.

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