Sanwu, Feng Xiao, and Su Han supported Mu Qinghan and the others to return, but it was too late to turn back at this moment, and they had completely fallen into the center of the battlefield.

"Kill!" With a roar, a purple-robed monk's head bloomed instantly, and the headless corpse fell to his feet with a bang.

"Ahh

"These paparazzi are so innocent!" San Wu had a gloomy face, and his voice was full of anger.

On their way back, the number of purple-robed monks was far greater than that of the Corpse Sect.

"Ziyang Sect, his uncle's, let Feng Ye go back, in the future, all Ziyang Sect monks go to Bai Ye's house to buy magic weapons, and the price will be increased by thirty crystals!"

Feng Xiao's white robe was already tattered and his demeanor was completely devoid, and he raised his hand to the corpse of a purple-robed monk and cursed viciously.

"Do you still want to go back, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to go back!" Su said coldly.

"Su pretend, how do you speak, you ......" Feng Xiao suddenly jumped up, he raised his hand and pointed at Su Han, and was about to scold again, but the rest of the words could not be scolded anymore.

"Su, you're a fucking crow's mouth. Phew!" San Wu glared at Su Han fiercely, and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the ground viciously.

"Stride, stride, stride!" A small and rapid footstep sounded, and two teams of fourteen purple-robed monks outflanked them from front and back, left and right, in all directions.

The two purple-robed monk leaders were middle-aged monks with a faint purple moon on their foreheads, and the people had not yet approached, and with a wave of the leader's right hand, the two groups of monks each formed a seven-star battle array, tightly surrounding Sanwu and the others, forming a mutated battle array within a formation and a formation within a formation.

The leader of the purple-robed monk is extremely cautious, as if he is facing a great enemy!

These two teams of purple-robed monks were the Armor Martial Arts War Department who had just come into contact with the Corpse Demon Sect monks, and before they could actually participate in the battle, they were attracted by a cloud of purple clouds that were extremely eye-catching.

Killing a Corpse Cult monk is certainly a feat, but it is undoubtedly much less important than capturing a felony who is stained with purple and yellow essence blood.

Sanwu and others have been repeatedly harassed by the monks of the Jiawu War Department along the way, and the root cause is here.

"Catch the mouth!" A cold voice sounded, and before the words fell, more than a dozen purple streamers heard the sound, and quickly wound towards Sanwu and the others.

This is the magic weapon purple cloud belt of the armor martial arts war department, which is the best at binding the opponent, although it is only a high-grade magic weapon, but there are many of them, and more than a dozen purple cloud belts are launched at the same time, even if the fake Dan monk is caught off guard, he will catch the way.

"Get out of here!" Sanwu shouted, and his original tower-like body became more majestic and powerful, only to see him wave the mace in his hand, and the layers of stick shadows hit more than a dozen purple streamers like raindrops.

"Bo Bo Bo!" There were more than a dozen crisp sounds, like rain hitting the plantains, and several purple cloud bands bloomed and a cloud of purple light dissipated, which was a sign of the destruction of the magic weapon.

The rest of them fell by the way, rushing to the ground like purple snakes, and continued to wrap themselves around the feet of Sanwu, Feng Xiao and others.

The advantage of the purple cloud belt is this, you can take advantage of the force and take advantage of the situation.

"Go!" Feng Xiao scolded angrily, his right hand folded the fan to connect the dots, and more than a dozen jade blue fans rose in the wind, and the fan bones were like jade nails, intending to nail these attacking purple snakes to the ground.

Su Han did not slack off, the cold sword light was like mercury, and a long wall of sword qi was built in front of Mu Qinghan and Qiu Lan.

I have to say that Sanwu and the others responded appropriately, and their methods were unexpected, especially Feng Xiao's spirit weapon folding fan, which was simply a magic weapon nemesis.

"Huh!" The two purple-robed leaders glanced at each other, and with a wave of their right hands again, the figures of the purple-robed monks around them suddenly changed along the strange rhythm, and at the same time, the big purple hands also appeared as the figures flew.

The combination of superimposed spiritual qi is similar to the swordsmanship stacking waves that Guo Xu learned before!

But the difference is that these purple-robed monks are connected through strange formations, turning a single, ordinary and extremely ordinary spiritual qi transformation technique into four huge purple giant hands that magically form a lot!

The four huge purple hands were like the hands of God falling from the sky, and all obstacles seemed to be devastating in front of the giant hands.

"This!this!How could this ......" Feng Xiao staggered, his face changed greatly, this giant hand was beyond his imagination.

"Break it for Lao Tzu!" San Wu shouted, his tower-like body raised the mace in his hand, and the thick mace struck towards the giant hand like a towering giant tree.

"Slash!" Su Han's sword in his left hand shook, and the silver sword qi that was like mercury suddenly shook, and together with the long sword in his hand, it turned into an extremely brilliant silver streamer, and slashed straight towards the giant hand he caught.

Almost at the same time, the rumbling thunder sounded, and two cold sword qi like a crescent moon quietly bloomed, the sword qi was as gentle as moonlight, cold as frost, and the remaining two purple giant hands were intercepted in an instant.

"Boom, boom!" Several muffled sounds, like thunder, purple qi swept around, silver light suddenly stopped, and the four purple giant hands all dissipated in the air.

Sanwu was holding a mace in both hands, his face was pale, his chest was bored, and his throat seemed to have hot blood gushing out at any time.

Su Han was not happy either, kneeling on the ground with a sword in his left hand, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and Mu Qinghan forced himself to make a move again, and the white clothes on his chest were already red plums.

"Stride, stomp, stomp!" The two purple-clothed leaders stepped out of the ranks, a sneer appeared on the corner of their mouths, and shouted at Sanwu and the others: "Stubborn resistors, kill! If you want to live, don't beg to surrender!"

"Begging to surrender!" "Begging to surrender!" "Begging to surrender!" A neat shout rang in the ears of Sanwu and the others like Huang Zhong Da Lu.

San Wu's eyes were confused and his legs trembled, Feng Xiao's handsome face couldn't help twitching, and Su Han turned pale and lowered his head.

"I, Mu Qinghan, have never stood to die, never kneeling to live! I haven't woken up yet! I haven't woken up yet!" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, not loud but extremely clear in the loud shouting, like a trickle quietly penetrating into the hearts of everyone present.

"The dignified Purple Sun Sect monk is so despicable and shameless, doing such a kind of indiscriminate tricks, ah, death for grandpa!"

Sanwu was the first to come to his senses, and with a loud shout, he even brought a stick, like a 10,000-pound boulder rolling down from a high mountain, and hit a group of purple-robed monks.

"It's too much to deceive, too much to deceive!" Feng Xiao stomped his feet again and again, thinking that his unbearable side of talent fell in the eyes of the goddess, he wanted to go crazy, and with a wave of his right arm, he didn't care about the little aura left in his body to stimulate the power of the white jade folding fan.

The white jade folding fan is good in the wind, and the long fan bones are like jade swords, haunting the killing machine of Sen Ran, which is worthy of being a low-grade spiritual weapon!" "Hmph, stubborn, trapped beasts are still fighting!" The two purple-robed monks led the team, with a touch of disdain in their eyes, and with a wave of their right arm, the purple-robed monks around them moved again.

The purple figure walked with strange steps, and the sound of small footsteps seemed to have a strange rhythm, "Whoosh! Whoosh!" A dense sound of breaking the air, countless purple sword lights as thin as swimming fish, shrouded towards Sanwu and the others like starlight.

This is a large-scale attack secret technique in the Seven Star Battle Array, the sword is dense like a star, although it is not a killing move to kill the enemy, but it is endless, the opponent is often inadvertently traumatized, and it is often too late to wake up.

Obviously, these two teams of monks from the Armor War Department still had the idea of capturing them alive.

"Kill!" Sanwu's figure erupted again, the huge mace overlapped, setting off a raging wave, and the Fengxiao white jade folding fan emitted a hazy clear glow, and layers of warm white light instantly enveloped Mu Qinghan and the others.

"Slash!" With an angry shout, Su Han's face was covered with frost, his left arm shook, his body was like a ghost, and a Dao Sen Han's sword qi gushed out like a waterfall, and the surging sword qi suddenly merged into a surging angry wave and struck towards the purple-robed monk.

This is Su Han's inheritance from the sect's kendo secret book "Yangguan Three Stacked Waves", he did not use his sword to defend, but to attack instead of defending.

It's just that his right arm is broken after all, and he can't even exert half of the power of this move by relying on his left arm.

"Bo Bo

But the purple sword light in the sky did not stop for half a minute, and the tower-like body of Sanwu was covered with countless wounds, and the whole person was like a bloody person.

And Feng Xiao was wearing a cloak at the moment, and the blood on his arms and thighs was pouring out, and Su Han's situation was not much better, the sword in his left hand fell, and the whole person fell to the ground, leaning on a second-order vajra talisman to support him.

San, Wu Fengxiao and others are gradually on the verge of running out of oil and running out of lights.

"Begging!", "Begging!" "Begging!"

"You dogs, mother-raised miscellaneous people, perform such an unsightly little trick, and you are not afraid of losing your Ziyang Sect people, and you will directly kill your third grandfather Wu if you have a kind!"

San Wu raised his finger and scolded angrily, the persuasion of the purple-clothed man did not achieve results, but inspired the blood courage in his bones.

"There is a kind of come, I have the ability to kill you Feng Ye, Feng Ye wants you Ziyang Sect to accompany Feng Ye to the funeral!" Feng Xiao couldn't care about his image at the moment, the white jade spirit fan fell to the ground, waving his hands, and the whole person was like crazy.

"Miss, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape this time. Qiu Lan looked bitter and whispered in Mu Qinghan's ear, the seal in her hand flew over, and at the same time she held up two second-order vajra talismans to protect Sanwu and Feng Xiao.

"Oh, Qiu Lan, are you scared?" Mu Qinghan's face was light, and there was no nervousness in his expression.

"Miss, Qiu Lan is not afraid, Qiu Lan can fight side by side with Miss, even if she dies, she has no regrets!"

"That's right! This is like me coming out of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, and it's not in vain for you and my sister!" Mu Qinghan glanced at Qiu Lan lightly, and there was a touch of approval in her eyes, she was usually extremely cold, and it was rare to be so moved like today.

"Qiu Lan, you are optimistic! When I cast the Thunder Yin Ten Thousand Swords Returning Style, you will take a few of them to leave in the direction of Qingyang Valley, run as far as you can, and you must not have ......."