The sun is setting and night is approaching.

Feeling the cold wind and cold, and listening to the whistling in the valley in the distance, Qiu Yue wiped the tears on her face, rubbed her immature little hands, and then wrapped herself in a wrap to make herself warmer.

Now she felt very aggrieved, and she didn't understand why Grandpa Fashen wanted her to leave the gathering place.

Qiu Yue is the youngest mage in this gathering place, only fourteen years old, beautiful and cute, with a lively personality, and he is also a magic genius, he has already learned advanced spells at a young age, and is known as the mage who is most likely to become a new magic god.

Therefore, everyone liked her very much and spoiled her, but this afternoon, the respected old Dharma God suddenly called her over and asked her to leave the gathering place with a blue gem.

No one objected, everyone agreed.

Qiu Yue could clearly feel that no one wanted her to stay in the gathering place, they were all trying to let her leave as soon as possible.

Why?

Why is that?

"Is it because of this gem?"

Qiu Yue took out a blue gem from her small breast, only to feel that it was crystal clear, and it also shimmered in the night, but she completely felt that there was something strange.

Grandpa Fashen said solemnly that it must be very important for me to protect this gem, but everyone asked me to leave, is it because they are afraid that they will not be able to protect this gem?

Qiu Yue's heart suddenly moved, thinking of the legend he had heard, and said secretly: "When I was a child, I heard that Grandpa Fashen has the ability to sense danger, and now he suddenly asked me to leave, it must be to protect me, but also to protect this gem!"

I can't just leave!

My spell power is at the forefront of the gathering, and I can fight too!

Thinking like this in her heart, the little girl immediately turned her head and walked back, she didn't want to leave her only relatives in this world, even if she had to face a life-and-death battle!

Bang!

Just as Autumn Moon was about to approach the gathering place, a loud roar suddenly came from ahead, followed by firelight rising into the sky, a howling wind, and the surrounding trees swaying, as if they would break at any moment.

Spells, and they're all powerful attack spells, and everyone is fighting!

Sure enough, it's really dangerous!

Qiu Yue grabbed the coarse linen cloak draped on her body and hid in the woods, ready to find an opportunity to rush out to help, but after seeing the battle situation clearly, she was extremely shocked.

There were very few people in the mage gathering place, less than thirty people in total, but most of them were mages who had cultivated to the highest level, and among them there was an old mage god who didn't know how long he had lived and was extremely powerful.

Akizuki once thought that this should be the strongest team in the world, even if it encounters the legendary terrifying samurai, it will be able to survive unharmed.

But now, the scene in front of her broke her cognition.

There were only three of them, and there were only three samurai who came here, but they easily defeated the mages of the entire gathering place, and it took almost no time, and it was as if they were devastating and effortless.

Even if it was an old law god, he could only be tired of dealing with it at this time, prying the vitality of heaven and earth, condensing into a defensive light curtain to resist those three terrifying warriors.

Prevent those seriously injured mages from being killed by these three samurai.

"Mu Heng Fashen, fifty years ago, he ruled the world and killed the powerhouses of the six martial saints with his own hands, but he didn't expect to have the opportunity to kill such a legendary figure in person. The ancestor of the Ye family laughed and said, "When you were in the world, I was still a teenager, but now you are going to die in my hands, and the years are not forgiving." ”

"You and other warriors are just tools used by that false god, cultivating soul martial arts in a muddy way, and dying without knowing the truth of heaven and earth, which is sad and lamentable. The old god was wearing a gray cloak, his face was wrinkled, his hair was thinning, but he was in good spirits, and in the face of such a life-and-death crisis, he still smiled: "When the false god will eventually fall, the brilliance of the spell will never be extinguished." ”

"Devil, you dare to blaspheme the Martial God!" The other two Nine Heavenly Warriors from the Martial God Temple were suddenly furious, and the golden holy sword light condensed by the soul power in their hands rose sharply, and the force slashed down.

Bang!

Two golden sword lights erupted above the holy sword, this was a roar from the depths of the soul, containing the purest will of the two Nine Heavenly Warriors, this was the sword light condensed by the power of the soul!

The moment the sword light came into contact with the defensive light curtain, the old Fa God felt that two incomparably powerful xenomorph spiritual powers rushed in, forcibly cutting off the connection between his spiritual power and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

The root of magic is to use spiritual power to pry the vitality of heaven and earth, and then control the power of heaven and earth, and condense unpredictable power.

Now, the connection between the spiritual power and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi has been severed, the foundation of the spell has been destroyed, and no matter how strong the power is, it will be interrupted.

The old god's eyes, which were originally full of light, also became cloudy, he lowered his arms, and sighed: "After all, you still can't hide?"

One of the Martial God Temple warriors sneered: "Hmph, it's really ridiculous and ignorant that the blasphemer still wants to escape the divine punishment, you evil mages have long been swept into the dust of history!"

"I, I heard the world crying. The old god looked up at the night sky and said lightly: "How bright and vast these stars are, just like the truth between heaven and earth, mysterious and fascinating. Those of you who have sealed your soul in your body and refused to make contact with heaven and earth will never understand the beauty of the laws of heaven and earth. ”

"Mu Heng Fashen, is this your last word?" The Ye Family Ancestor shook his head slightly, put the big sword on the shoulder of the Old Fa God, and said with a smile: "I thought you would issue some kind of dying curse, but I don't want to just be so boring, it seems that you are indeed old, you should die." ”

"Stop!" Qiu Yue couldn't hold back any longer, ran out of the woods, held the magic trick in his hand, and shouted: "You bad people, bad warriors!

"Autumn Moon !?"

When the little girl appeared, the old god's face suddenly changed greatly, and even the mages who were seriously injured and lying on the ground became excited and shouted.

"Run!

She is the hope of the mage, and the hope of this world, and she must not die here!

The old god's originally cloudy eyes shone again, he pinched the magic trick in his hand, did not chant the mantra, and roared directly, prying the vitality and setting off a violent wind!

The ancestor of the Ye family was immediately blown away.

"Ahhh

Rumble!

But hearing a roar from the earth, the wind and vitality suddenly stopped, and the old law god sat on the ground in despair, looking at the two martial arts of the Martial God Temple in despair, they inserted the holy sword on the ground, forming an incomparably powerful soul power barrier, cutting off all connections between spiritual power and heaven and earth vitality.

Forbidden Realm, Mage's Hell!

Finished......

"Rotten dead wood, dying and struggling. The warrior of the Martial God Temple looked at the old god with a mocking expression, raised the big sword in his hand, and said lightly: "Suffer death!"

"Ahh

The screams came, and Qiu Yue struggled to cast a spell, and her spell that was not bad condensed dozens of wind blades, slashing towards the warriors of the Martial God Temple, trying to rescue the old magic god.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

A series of clashing sounds of gold and iron sounded, and none of the wind blades missed, all of them hit the body of the Martial God Temple warrior, but it did not have the slightest effect, and even the armor on his body was not damaged in the slightest.

Pointless attack!

"Little girl, you're very energetic, how about casting another spell?" The warrior of the Martial God Temple did not rush to kill the old magic god, but looked at Qiu Yue with interest, he liked to torture and kill young female mages the most.

Qiu Yue's anxious little face was flushed, and there were words in his mouth, and he cast a spell again, condensing more wind blades.

The warrior of the Martial God Temple closed his eyes and made a look of enjoyment, not worried that Qiu Yue's spells could hurt him at all, for the warriors of the Nine Heavens of Soul Power, most of the spells would collapse immediately the moment they came into contact with them.

Airplanes!

At this moment, there was a sudden sound as if the void was being torn apart, and a blue light flew out from the wind blade condensed by the autumn moon, but it was so sharp that it was unimaginable, as if even the air had been cut off, and it made a loud roar, setting off a heavy wave of qi.

In an instant, he came to the front of the Martial God Temple warrior.

The warrior of the Martial God Temple sensed the strong wind coming, and his heart was terrified, how could that little girl perform such a powerful attack!

Then he opened his eyes and saw his own body...... The incision on his neck was smooth, blood gushed like a column, and he fell to the ground.

I'm actually killed by a little girl mage!?

That was his last thought.

Qiu Ye was also stunned, she looked at her hands blankly, the blue light just now seemed to fly out of her wind blade, how could she cast such a powerful spell?

"I can't help but fight. ”

A mocking voice came from behind the woods, and then a young man in a cyan power suit approached with a young girl and a delicate girl the size of a palm.

Xie Cheng looked at the Ye Family Ancestor and the remaining Martial God Hall warriors, raised his hand and pointed at them.

"You or you, who want to die first, stand forward. ”