Burst!

There was a crisp sound, and blood flashed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as Lu Yangrong turned around, his head was pierced by a flying sword, and the corpse was on the spot!

The flying sword castrated non-stop, and continued to stab at the people behind, and Su Zimo was the first to bear the brunt.

Su Zimo's spiritual sense had already warned him, and he immediately pulled out the Cold Moon Knife, slashed backhand, and slashed heavily at the oncoming flying sword, smashing it down.

The speed of this sword is too fast, and it is obviously not a qi practitioner's shot!

If Su Zimo wanted to use the flying sword to resist, he had to sacrifice the sword array, but it took a little longer to lay the sword array, and he couldn't cope with the sudden situation in front of him.

Lu Yangrong's blood splashed Su Zimo and Guan Jin.

Except for Su Zimo, the remaining three people were all stunned on the spot, their eyes full of horror.

Even with a cold heart, his expression was a little flustered at this time.

Everyone couldn't imagine that a person who was still laughing and talking to everyone just now became a corpse in the blink of an eye!

Whew!

Two more sword lights flashed, and the targets were directly aimed at Su Zimo and Guan Jin.

And Guan Jin was stunned in place at this time, and the talisman he was holding in his palm was not crushed at the first time.

Su Zimo stretched out his palm, dragged it behind him, and shouted in a low voice: "Retreat!"

When!

Su Zimo stabbed two backhands, and once again shook the two flying swords that stabbed him down.

The power of these two swords is not small, and the person who makes the shot, at least in the early stage of foundation building!

The situation has changed, and the previous speculations of Lu Yangrong and Guan Jin have all been invalidated.

In this spiritual mine, there are at least three foundation building monks, and these three people don't care about any ethereal peaks at all, and they are killing moves, and they are ruthless!

It was only at this time that Guan Jinsan reacted.

Guan Jin immediately crushed the talisman, and a light curtain shrouded the surroundings, and with Leng Rou and the little fat man, they quickly withdrew outside.

There was a sound of clothes breaking through the air from the depths of the cave, and there were quite a few people listening to the sound!

Seeing that the flying sword could not kill Su Zimo and the others, the people inside had already chased after them.

Su Zimo retreated and took out a blood-colored bow.

Long before the Wufeng Competition, Su Zimo had already turned the Cold Moon Knife and the Blood Crystal Bow into low-grade spiritual weapons.

In the blink of an eye, three sharp arrows had been wound.

Whoa!

Three cold rays of light sank into the darkness of the cave entrance, and the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air sounded.

"Ahh

Two screams were heard, and another sharp arrow was blocked.

"Everyone, be careful!"

Deep in the cave, a man spoke.

In this narrow hole, there was not much space for the monk to dodge, and Su Zimo's bow and arrows caused a lot of damage.

Under the full force, after a while, Su Zimo and the others saw the light of day again.

When they came outside, several people were shocked.

I saw that the group of blood-eyed crows that had just flown out above everyone's heads were attacking around the little crane and the spirit tiger at this time, constantly biting.

After all, Xiaohe is a spirit demon, and under the siege of the blood-eyed crow, he can still protect himself.

But Linghu doesn't know how to fly, and he has many injuries on his body, roaring in place non-stop, and he can't resist it.

"Ice Wind!"

Seeing this scene, Leng Rou pinched the spirit trick with her hand, scolded lightly, and pointed in the air.

A bitter cold wind came out of thin air, passing over the body of the blood-eyed crows, and many of the crows, covered with a layer of frost, fell one after another, fell to the ground, and were torn apart, already dead.

This is the power of spiritual magic!

Because of Leng Rou's move, Xiao He rushed out of the encirclement, gasping slightly, and a trace of fear could not help but pass through his eyes.

It has been in the sect all year round, and where has it seen such a bloody battle.

"You sit on the crane and leave this place for a while!"

Su Zimo said quickly.

"Hahahaha!"

At this moment, there was a burst of arrogant laughter from the depths of the cave.

The group walked out of the cave, the leader of the group was dressed in gray robes, and said loudly: "None of you can leave today, let me stay here!"

"Late stage of foundation building!"

The little fat man's pupils contracted violently, and he exclaimed.

The gray-robed monk who spoke turned out to be in the late stage of foundation building!

And among them, Lu Yangrong, the only one in the middle stage of foundation building, had already died at the mouth of the spirit mine cave.

Not only that, but there was also a steady stream of cultivators who walked out of the cave entrance, and at a glance, there were more than thirty people!

The terrifying thing is that these more than thirty cultivators are all foundation building cultivators!

Except for the gray-robed monks who are in the late stage of foundation building, there are nine of them in the middle stage of foundation building, and the rest are all in the early stage of foundation building, and there is no Qi practitioner!

"It's over!"

Guan Jin looked at the more than thirty foundation building monks who surrounded them, his face was colorless, and his heart was full of thoughts.

The little fat man was carrying a giant axe in one hand and a flying sword in the other, looking nervous.

The cold and soft flying sword hung in front of him, although his expression was cold, but his palms were also full of sweat.

Of the four people present, only Su Zimo was quite calm and looked around.

"We are Ethereal Peak Cultivators, who are you!" Guan Jin took a deep breath and asked with a fierce expression.

"Huh. ”

The gray-robed monk at the head chuckled, his eyes were full of mockery, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Is the Ethereal Peak amazing? Yesterday, there was a disciple of the Ethereal Peak who didn't have long eyes and was already slaughtered by me!"

Sure enough, the disciple of the sect who passed on the message had already fallen.

As early as the death of Lu Yangrong in the cave mansion, Su Zimo realized that today's things would be difficult to be good.

Guan Jin still had a glimmer of hope, and showed weakness first, and said: "Fellow Daoists, what you are planning is nothing more than the spiritual mine in front of you, and we can just give up the Ethereal Peak, so why bother to kill them all." ”

"Besides, this spirit mine in front of us is just a low-grade spirit mine, and it is useless to us, hehe. Guan Jinqiang laughed.

"Lower Grade Spirit Mine?"

The gray-robed monk shook his head and sneered: "Correct a little, this place is a medium-grade spirit mine!"

"Huh?"

Guan Jin's expression changed, and he finally realized why it was all Zhuji monks who appeared.

If it is a medium-grade spiritual mine, the attraction to the foundation building monks is big enough!

If you had known in advance that this was a medium-grade spirit mine, the disciples sent by the Ethereal Peak would definitely be the strongest among the inner disciples, and they might even be led by the inheritance disciples!

Su Zimo never spoke, watching coldly.

He looked carefully, and the more than thirty foundation building monks in front of him were dressed in different ways, and they didn't have any identity tokens, and they were obviously all loose cultivators.

What was it that brought this group of loose cultivators together to snatch the spiritual ore here?

Just with the gray-robed monk in front of him, I'm afraid it's not enough to qualify.

Although he was powerful in the later stage of foundation building, others couldn't take risks with him, so they offended Ethereal Peak.

Guan Jin forced his composure and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoists, let's not hide it, we have already sent a message to the sect, and the monks of our sect will come soon......"

"Hehe, you were already a bunch of dead people back then. ”

Before Guan Jin could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the gray-robed monk.

The gray-robed monk said with a smile, "Moreover, by the time you Ethereal Peak monks arrived, we would have already left. ”

"Hahaha!"

The surrounding Tsukiji monks laughed insolently.

The gray-robed monk stared at Guan Jin's face, a hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes, and he asked with a smile: "Also, this fellow Daoist, haven't you noticed anything wrong in your body?"