As Xiahou Yuan's voice fell, the surrounding monks all rushed forward with all their spells and moves as if they were dying.

In the face of the attacks of so many people around, Chen Xuan and the others immediately dispersed, resisting these monks of Zhou Bei respectively, and each covering and helping each other, so as to achieve the best offensive and defensive coordination.

After a few rounds, Xiahou Yuan saw that these people had nothing to do with Chen Xuan and the others, only to see the spear in his hand play around, and then stomp on the ground fiercely!

"Bang!"

With this blow, the floor of the inn, including the surrounding walls, quickly cracked, and then collapsed.

Chen Xuan and the others were shocked, and at the moment when the inn collapsed, they all jumped up one after another, rushed out directly, and flew into the air.

The same was true of the remaining eight monks such as Xiahou Yuan, all of whom followed.

Including Xiahou Yuan, there were four Yuanying monks and five Jindan monks in the field.

Standing in the air, Chen Xuan and Zheng Huaidan fought against two Yuan Infant Stage monks respectively, but Yang Qing fought against three Jindan Stage monks, Wei Nanfeng and the two Jindan Stage monks fought and ran, and could only rely on consumption to obtain the final victory.

Because of the sudden collapse of the inn, the villagers in the village were naturally alarmed, including the young laborers recruited by Chen Xuan and them, and some of them were buried in the collapsed inn.

Some of the villagers in the village looked at Chen Xuan who was fighting in the air, and some were struggling to save people.

In order not to affect the villagers in the village, Chen Xuan, Wei Nanfeng, Zheng Huaidan, and Wei Nanfeng looked at each other, and then they all nodded.

Immediately afterward, the four of them rose into the air again, so much so that they flew up to a height of thousands of meters, and only stopped when they were completely sure that the remnants of the fighting method would not affect the villages on the ground.

Xiahou Yuan was holding a spear, his robe was blown by the breeze blowing in the sky, his face was hideous, his eyes swept over Chen Xuan and the others present, and then he gritted his teeth, and as soon as he made a move in his hand, he quickly rushed towards Chen Xuan.

The rest of these monks saw him rushing forward, and all of them flocked to it, above the thousands of meters in the sky, the spiritual power of the fighting method fluctuated constantly, and all of them were spell moves, basically using all that could be used, and at the same time, with the passage of time, the spiritual power was consumed too much, and the tonic elixir was naturally constantly being taken.

Compared with the Yuan Infant Stage Monks, the Jindan Stage Monks needed the Replenishment Pill even more, Wei Nanfeng and Yang Qing sometimes leaned together, sometimes separated and fought separately, while revolving around Chen Xuan and the two of them who were fighting in the field, and flew to a height of several miles to launch a surprise attack again.

Chen Xuan fought with Xiahou Yuan and another Yuan Infant Cultivator, because the other Yuan Infant Monk was obviously not as strong as Xiahou Yuan in terms of fighting techniques, so Chen Xuan took the brunt of the attack on him.

The killing sword in his hand suddenly ignited a raging fire, Chen Xuan waved his big hand, and the four flying swords came out together, attacking Xiahou Yuan respectively, but he was holding the killing sword and approaching another Yuan Infant Cultivator.

The latter saw Chen Xuan rushing over desperately, his pupils suddenly shrank, his hands were sealed, and a few spells were cast, not to mention, but he turned into several phantoms, attacking Chen Xuan from all directions.

Standing in the sky, Chen Xuan held a killing sword dyed with flames, which was the effect of the True Fire Xuandian of the exercises he had cultivated, and the killing sword that ignited flames in his hand, but whenever he hurt someone, then his wound would appear in a burning pain.

At the same time, Xiahou Yuan brandished a spear in his hand, and in a few clicks, Chen Xuan's flying sword was cut off, and all of them were destroyed.

Seeing that his four flying swords were all destroyed, Chen Xuan was shocked, his flying sword was only a spiritual weapon grade, and the spear in Xiahou Yuan's hand was a mysterious weapon, which could not compete with it was a predestined result.

Seeing the phantoms attacking from all directions around him, Chen Xuan didn't have time to think about it, the scarlet light of the killing sword in his hand flashed, and his eyes also turned scarlet, and as soon as the sword intent came out, several sword lights flew out from his body in all directions.

A few sword lights slashed into several phantoms, and instantly turned into a haze and drifted away, but there was no trace of the Yuan Infant Cultivator.

Chen Xuan was shocked, feeling that he had been fooled!

"Bang!"

A spell slammed into Chen Xuan's back, causing him to feel his whole body crackle, as if his bones were shattered, and at the same time, he felt a pain like a tear in his muscles.

Chen Xuan gritted his teeth and endured the pain at the same time, he saw Xiahou Yuan holding a spear, and as soon as he made a move, he stabbed directly at him, his target was his heart!

Feeling the danger coming from behind him again, Chen Xuan couldn't take care of it so much, he sacrificed another magic weapon on his body!

"Phantom Sand Mirror!"

A mirror quickly appeared behind him, with the urging of spiritual power, the mirror light flashed, and several demon beasts of the phantom illusion came out, this mirror is now a medium-grade mystery, Chen Xuan combined all his demon beast control into one, let it turn into a higher cultivation demon beast.

"Whew!"

A wolf roar resounded in the sky, and several demon beast phantoms merged into a snow golden wolf, only to see the phantom slowly condense, turning into a demon beast that seemed to exist in real life, it bared its two fangs, and stared at the infant monk behind it fiercely.

The cultivation of this demon beast barely reached the fourth order, which was when Chen Xuan spent almost half of his spiritual power supplying it.

Only then did he solve the danger behind him, and saw that Xiahou Yuan in front of him had already rushed in, and the spear in his hand stabbed directly!

Chen Xuan's face was shocked, his teeth bit hard, and blood flowed out of his mouth, and then he spit out a mouthful of blood, directly on the killing sword in his hand.

Soon, in less than a second, the blood on the killing sword was quickly sucked up, and then the killing sword was full of light, and an extremely terrifying coercion was exerted.

Facing Xiahou Yuan, who was already close at hand, Chen Xuan directly slashed his weapon with a killing sword!

"Bell!"

The magic weapon in Xiahou Yuan's hand was only a mysterious weapon grade, while the killing sword in Chen Xuan's hand was a royal weapon, and he wanted to take advantage of the fact that he would destroy his natal magic weapon first, so that he would suffer a heavy blow.

This blow came suddenly, and Xiahou Yuan didn't expect that the spear in his hand that had been reinforced with spiritual power still cracked.

A sinister look appeared on Xiahou Yuan's face, and the whole person jumped backwards, spun around in the air, and the spear in his hand was quickly thrown out, straight into Chen Xuan!

But he himself stood in the air, his hands constantly pinching the prints, and his mouth was full of words, only to see the fragments of the newly broken houses in the villages on the ground all gathered into his hands.

Chen Xuan didn't have time to see what Xiahou Yuan wanted to do, the most urgent thing was the spear he threw over!

This spear brought a burst of breaking sound in the air, and then the pressure above was released, and the whole spear was like an arrow from the string, attacking at a rapid speed, unstoppable!