With the emergence of the seven stewards, Su Zhi's crisis was finally alleviated.

After he explained, he immediately hugged Yuan Shouyi and hit the trick again.

He knew that although these seven stewards had an advantage in numbers, there was still a certain gap between their strength and the other party, even if they held his Qingfeng Sword, after all, the owner of the Qingfeng Sword was him, and it was impossible for these four people to fully exert the strength of the Qingfeng Sword, so he had to step up.

"Rest assured, it is our honor to work for the mine owner today, as long as we don't die, we will not let people disturb the mine owner. The elder monk and the other three stewards replied loudly in excitement.

Su Zhi was willing to lend them the Qingfeng Sword, which was enough to trust them, and at this moment, in the hearts of the four of them, Su Zhi was not only a psychology of repayment, but also produced an emotion of death for those who are confidants.

With this emotion, they suddenly have pride in their chests.

Heroism, this kind of thing that cannot be seen, cannot be grasped, is ethereal, but it is so real, it is indignant, generous, and makes people have an invisible power.

This power is not like mana, but it is beyond mana.

And when the short monk saw the four of them standing in front of Su Zhi in a group, looking like they were desperately guarding, his heart was already full of anger, he laughed fiercely, and shouted sharply, "Since you are looking for death, then go to death." ”

After speaking, he shook his hands, and eight ink threads shot out like poisonous snakes out of a hole, and as soon as these 'poisonous snakes' came out, they crisscrossed the air, and in the blink of an eye, a black poisonous net was formed, enveloping the four people.

Seeing that the black silk thread like a coil of silk was overwhelming, the four of them did not panic, they may have been afraid before, but at this moment, with the magic weapon given by Su Zhi and the support of the pride in their chests, their confidence doubled.

"The four of us joined forces to wield this sword. ”

As soon as the elder monk drank it, he immediately made a decision with a glance at the other three, and they pointed out in the air, and the four mana forces were instantly combined and then poured into the Qingfeng Sword.

The Qingfeng Sword, which was originally quietly suspended in the air, was subjected to such a majestic mana, and the sword body was suddenly doubled, and the green light on the blade was even more dazzling, and the cold light was clear, making people dare not look directly.

At this moment, the four of them had not practiced this sword, but in the combined force, they actually emitted a power that was almost the same as that of Su Zhi.

Feeling the blue light of the Qingfeng magic sword, the elder monk was excited to hold it with both hands, and then a splitting sword was used, and a half-moon arc-shaped sword qi slashed towards the short monk's ink thread.

"Just a sword qi, what a way!"

The short monk sneered, he might still be afraid of the sword body of the Qingfeng Sword, but just this Qingfeng Sword Qi, he thought that his ink silk was even better, and he pressed it with both hands, controlling the eight ink silk nets to press forward.

This time, the short monk really didn't exaggerate, Qingfeng's sword qi slashed at this ink pattern silk mesh made of black veins of black leopard veins, and sent out a metallic symphony of 'ding ding', so that after the ink pattern silk was slowed down, the sword qi dissipated.

"What a great thread. ”

The elder monk couldn't help but be shocked when he saw that the two sword qi he emitted couldn't cut off the other party's silk thread, but he didn't panic when he had the magic sword in his hand; ”

He no longer did useless work, but stepped forward, his feet rooted and fixed, his wrist holding the Qingfeng sword with a stroke, pulling out a sword flower, and slashing at the short monk's ink-patterned silk net.

With the lesson of the last time, how dare the short monk easily collide with this Qingfeng Sword, he frowned on his forehead, and finally moved his fingers, but still chose to withdraw the ink thread.

"Do you know you're scared? You two killed my mine guards, and injured my mine master, and now Li will give you a sword. After breaking the short monk's attack, he slashed through with another sword qi in anger.

"Without the corresponding swordsmanship, even if you have a magic sword!"

The short monk snorted coldly, quickly took out a bowl-sized grinding disc from the storage ring, and then with a round of his hand, the grinding disc spun, and in this rotation, hundreds of embroidery needles were shot out in an instant.

The sting needle is not a physical object, but is composed of mana compressed by a compass, and the mana of the eighth-layer Qi refining cultivator is so strong and pure, after compression, it shoots out hundreds of paths at once, which is self-evident.

Bang bang bang.

The sword qi emitted by the elder monk and the embroidery needle of the short monk collapsed in the air, and the blow was evenly matched.

"I'd like to see how much mana you have to power this sword to withstand my Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle. ”

The short monk sneered, and there was another round in his hand, this time, there were actually hundreds of embroidery needles composed of mana shot out, and their targets were all Su Zhi behind Lao Li and the four of them.

"Despicable. ”

The four of them scolded angrily at the same time, the other party came to such a hand, they had to take it if they didn't take it, if not, Su Zhi behind them would definitely be in danger.

"Big brother, it's up to you. ”

Since there was no way to hide, there was only a hard fight, and the three people behind the elder monk took a deep breath and transferred all their mana.

With the blessing of the mana of the three people, the elder monk seemed to have eaten an elixir, and his whole body surged out of an irresistible momentum, under this momentum, the three people around him couldn't stabilize their bodies and were forced to the side.

Now the elder monk, his expression is solemn, not angry but mighty.

His clothes were whimpering, windless and automatic.

He stepped out, and the mana overflowing from his body weighed down the air and exploded.

At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by an immortal, so powerful that it was suffocating.

Looking at the embroidery needles that attacked, he raised the Qingfeng Sword slightly in disregard, and shook away the pear blossom needles of the rainstorm that had just arrived, and then he shouted, "The thief is here." And he struck it with a sword.

The sword qi came back, but it was led in front of the sound.

Before he could shout, a round sword qi the size of a water tank was drawn out, and as soon as this sword qi came out, it immediately exuded a power that destroyed the world and the earth.

In the blink of an eye, the square circle centered on the sword qi was completely annihilated by the explosion, and looking at the posture, there was a tendency to increase.

Such a powerful sword is a sword that combines all the mana of the three of them with the help of the magic sword.

Such a sword was slashed, not to mention that the short monk was an eighth-level Qi refining monk, even if he was at the peak of Qi refining, he didn't dare to touch his edge, he screamed strangely, and turned into a light and shadow and fled.

Not only him, but even the gray-clothed young man and the elder monk who were fighting at the entrance of the cave also stopped fighting, and they looked at the sword qi the size of a water tank, and hurriedly looked for a place to hide in panic.

When everyone dispersed, the circular sword qi also expanded to a limit. After a pause, this circular sword qi finally exploded, and as soon as this sword qi exploded, it was as if a world-destroying thunder fell from the blue dome and nine heavens.

Rumble!

As soon as a shocking sound came out, the circular sword qi tore through the air, spreading from all sides in a semicircular direction with a chaotic and furious tumbling momentum.

Under the power of this sword, the sword qi passed, and all tangible substances were destroyed, and when this sword qi reached the wall of Su Zhi's cave, the entire cave began to shake, and even large stones had fallen on the edge of the cave......

Such a mighty momentum lasted for more than ten breaths before Su Zhi's cave house calmed down.

After calming down vigorously, the elder monk knelt on one knee with the Qingfeng sword, his eyes froze in anger, and he looked up and hurriedly looked around the cave, eager to know the condition of the short monk and the gray-clothed youth.

With the sword just now, the mana of him and the four people around him had all been consumed, and if he failed to hit the short monk, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"What about people?"

When the older monk looked up, and found no sign of the short monk, he turned his head and continued to search.

But at the moment when he stared to the left, on the side of a big rock not far from his right, a pitch-black silk thread shot out rapidly, and the target of the silk thread turned out to be Su Zhi's eyebrows.

"Since I can't capture you alive, then you should die!"

A resentful voice came from behind the stones, and then a man in ragged clothes with a scarlet mouth staggered out, and this man was the short monk, but by the way he looked, he was probably seriously injured.