The gray-clothed middle-aged man he Miao Miao fought against had a strong sword technique, although it was only a first-order low-grade magic weapon, but in his hand, it was like an arm and a finger, and the knife quickly came towards her lifeline.

She used all her mind to dodge, her hand kept pinching, and the dagger condensed by the phantom turned faster and faster, bringing the sound of breaking through the air around the male cultivator.

Although the middle-aged man is a small realm, it is still very difficult to deal with it, his expression is becoming more and more dignified, his sword skills are getting faster and faster, and he has fought dozens of times but has not been cheapened.

"No wonder this stinky girl dares to meddle in her affairs, she is so ruthless at such a young age!" The male cultivator saw that the dagger came at his dantian for the first time, and his moves were sharp and very difficult, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

He Quanling and the young man in blue are also indistinguishable at this time.

The Qingxuan Sword was only a first-order mid-grade, and he didn't dare to set up the formation easily, for fear of injuring the innocent female cultivator, so he could only merge six into one in the air and entangle the young man with pure sword moves.

The young man's flag-shaped magic weapon was also a first-order mid-grade, swaying with the aura in the air, emitting bursts of invisible blades, and He Quanling could only dodge with his senses.

Fortunately, the young man pinched the female cultivator with one hand, and he couldn't exert the full power of the magic weapon, otherwise with He Quanling's cultivation, he would have been unable to parry it a long time ago.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, He Miaomiao quickly flew back and avoided a knife, and with a movement in his heart, the phantom's spiritual power suddenly soared, turning into more than nine thousand fine needles in mid-air, completely surrounding the middle-aged, penetrating through the heavy spiritual power shield and drilling into his body.

"Ahhh!!h

With a miserable scream from the middle-aged, He Miaomiao kept pinching the trick in his hand, controlling the phantom to stir violently in his body.

A large number of fine needles instantly drilled into the dantian from the meridians, stabbing fiercely inside, and the middle-aged magic weapon finally lost control and fell to the ground from mid-air.

He only felt that all the spiritual power in his body was constantly dissipating, and even the sea of consciousness was gradually weakening, and his cultivation was plummeting, and he was almost about to become a mortal person.

Seeing that he had no strength to turn over, He Miaomiao immediately withdrew to help He Quanling, and the two joined forces, so that the young man had to put down the female cultivator and fight with all his might.

The strength of the young man is more than twice that of the middle-aged, and the attack methods of the flag-shaped magic weapon are strange and tricky, and the formlessness and quality make it difficult to parry.

The phantom drilled everywhere, but it was difficult to pierce the young man's defensive shield, He Miaomiao had no choice but to condense the needle into a dagger again, increase the injection of spiritual power, and try to attack hard.

He Quanling's sword formation also came into play, the six long swords kept changing their positions in the air, and the strong wind was even more violent, beckoning a deadly attack on the youth.

Seeing that they were violent, but had no intention of avoiding battle, the spirit banner waved violently, and at the same time threw out two golden sword talismans, shooting towards the two of them.

He Miaomiao and He Quanling immediately dodged, and were shocked to vomit blood under the strong pressure, but fortunately, the experience of escaping for many years made the reaction and body practice very fast, so they were not hit head-on by the talisman.

But at this time, the female cultivator saw that the situation was not good, not only did not come forward to help, but took advantage of the fierce battle between the three of them and could not withdraw, and quickly fled with her own methods, completely leaving He Miaomiao and He Quanling who came to the rescue.

"I knew that good people can't do it!!" He Miaomiao roared in her heart, almost not roaring.

The young man laughed even more.

"Aren't you going to be a hero to save the beauty? The beauty didn't take your two lives to heart, hahahahaha... It's better to stop here and do it in the next place, and it's okay not to fight and not to know each other..."

"Don't talk nonsense, except for you, the scum, it's also a blessing!" He Miaomiao was already angry with her own troubles, but this person looked lewd and evil, and it was not a vain fight to act for the heavens.

"Hmph! The young man was very confident, seeing that the two of them had been injured by the talisman, and the attack in his hand was even faster, the spirit flag was whirring and shaking in the air, and the invisible qi blade was surging, and it was impossible to dodge it at all.

He Miaomiao and He Quanling were hit at the same time, and they couldn't help but snort, spit out a mouthful of blood clots, and their whole bodies were in tearing pain.

"All Spirits, Talismans!"

He Miaomiao knew that she couldn't fight hard, so she immediately transmitted the sound of He Quanling, and the two of them endured the severe pain all over their bodies, and each took out five fireball talismans from the storage bag, mixed with He Miaomiao's strange fire, and rushed towards the young man with a surging momentum.

Seeing that it was only a first-order low-grade talisman, the young man didn't take it seriously at all, and waved his sleeves to carry a water curtain in an attempt to extinguish the fireball.

Who knew that the fiery orange light was dazzling, and it looked very weird, and in the blink of an eye, a large amount of water curtain was swallowed up, turning into water vapor and dissipating away.

Before he could react, the orange flame enveloped him with spiritual power, and before he could utter a single shout, he turned into black ashes and scattered in the air.

The middle-aged man was still struggling on the ground, and he was shocked to see this scene, and there were words in his mouth: "Strange fire... It's a strange ..."Before the words fell, he was burned clean by He Quanling's fireball technique.

The two of them pulled back the two storage bags, quickly turned the ground, and hid the breath of the fight, before suppressing the injuries and rushing towards the depths of the mountain forest.

......

At the foot of the mountain, not far from the Doufa Land, a small cave has been opened up for the two of them to meditate and heal. As soon as He Quanling laid out the defensive formation, the injury could no longer be suppressed, and the spiritual power in his body was churning and scurrying.

The storage bags of the two of them are always equipped with a first-order lower grade Xiao Huandan, the grade is not high, the medicinal properties are average, but the price is low, a bottle of ten pills only needs a hundred spirit stones, it is a commonly used healing medicine for loose cultivation.

Although they felt severe pain, it was not a serious injury that was difficult to treat, but they were injured by the turbulent spiritual current, and their own spiritual power in the meridians was a little churning.

Each person took a pill of Xiao Huandan, crossed his legs in the small cave and closed his eyes to refine, the medicinal power flowed with the spiritual power in the meridians, and it took five small weeks to suppress the irritable spiritual power.

Swallowing a pill again, this time the medicinal power restored the injured meridians, and the blood congestion in the body was also expelled from the body in the push. After spitting out a mouthful of jet-black blood clots, He Miaomiao felt that his body was smooth as usual.

It was already dark outside, and He Quanling was still refining the second pill, she didn't dare to disturb quietly, and she was also worried that her spiritual power would affect the other party, so she came to the outside of the cave lightly, sat at the door and looked at the sky and waited.

She thought of today's battle, and the blue friar's unexpected golden sword talisman almost killed them.

Thinking of the rescued nun and the way she left them to run away, she wished she had two more legs.

Thinking of her momentary kindness, I almost killed myself and the whole soul...

"Eat a trench and grow a wisdom, from now on, if you don't meddle in your own affairs, I won't be called He Miaomiao!"

The monk disappointed her again and again, and all kinds of hostility, exploitation, and betrayal were simply impossible to prevent.

"People's hearts are not ancient, in vain I thought they were all Dao Immortals when I was young, but now it seems that the monks are just mortals with more lethal power!"

He Quanling recovered from his injuries, and seeing that she was angry, he comforted her softly: "Miao Miao, don't be angry." As long as we are honest and have no heart, why bother with what others choose?"

"Yes, too... At least I have no regrets today. The nun ran away, she was an inconsequential person anyway. ”

The two sat at the mouth of the cave and were silent for a while. The mood gradually calmed down as usual, but there has been a earth-shaking change.