Chapter 994 Entering the Dog Days

"Well, let's do this for now. We, the Qiqiao Sect and the Xianle Sect, will send disciples to Moqing Cave. This matter of Qin Xiu... we should inform our disciples first, and wait until the disciples of the Yulei Sect and Changbai Sect come over before we deal with it!" Wang Ye Qi said, "We will notify our respective masters of this decision! However, I feel that we should not place too much hope on the disciples of Changbai Sect and Yu Lei Sect. Those who came this time are all Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining disciples. , there are too few disciples who can combine the body with the sword and master the art of lightning escape..."

"Well, we will report this matter to our respective divisions and ask the division commander to urge these two factions to send out faster flying disciples!" Xiang Ming of the Huanhua faction nodded.

Immediately, everyone used the magic formula, took out their sect's tokens, and pointed them in the air in front of them. Small black holes appeared one after another. Everyone carved the things on the jade slips and placed them inside the small holes. When the small hole is closed, all the jade slips will also disappear!

"Let's go, notify the disciples quickly!" Wang Ye flicked his sleeves and urged Yujue. A huge black hole appeared in front of everyone. Wang Ye stepped into it without hesitation and disappeared! A dozen other monks followed closely and walked out of the meeting hall.

Unfortunately, they were still too late. The Qin cultivators came to Xantian City to test. Wouldn't they attack the disciples of the Three Kingdoms?

Thousands of miles north of Xantian City, there is an endless forest, with snow covering the canopy of giant trees. As far as the eye can see, the dark brown tree trunks and the dazzling white snow are an exotic scenery. In the sky above the forest, there were more than a dozen monks flying in groups, and it looked like they were disciples of the Xunyan Sect.

But I heard the first disciple who was in the early stages of foundation building chuckle and say: "We have lived in Jinyan Ridge for a long time, and even when we were practicing foundation building, we were in the southeast of Xi Country. This place in the extreme north of Xi Country is rarely visited. I really didn't expect that except for the beauty of spring and the harvest of autumn, Besides, the winter snow all over the place is so beautiful. If it weren’t for the sword cultivator’s attack, we probably wouldn’t have thought of coming here!”

"Senior Brother Gong is right. To be honest with you fellow seniors, I was very frightened before coming to the Snowy Land. I heard that the battle of sword cultivators caused many casualties, not to mention the golden elixir cultivators. Even the cultivators in the middle and late stages of foundation building are extremely difficult to survive. Preservation during the war!" A middle-aged foundation-building monk also replied with a smile, "But it has been nearly a year now, and the sword cultivators I have encountered are nothing like this. Their cultivation is similar to that of my Qi-refining foundation-building disciples from Dao Sect. Fei The sword is fast, but it is limited as long as it is properly defended."

"Exactly! This time my senior brother attacked and killed the sword cultivator disciples with ease. Dozens of Zhengjian and Liangjian disciples were all killed, and the result of the battle was reported. We must be seriously injured!" Senior Brother Gong who was in the lead nodded. , "Unfortunately, the quality of the flying swords of these sword cultivator disciples does not look very good, and the elixirs in their storage bags are also not satisfactory, otherwise I would have had a great harvest this time!"

"Hmm. That sword cultivator of the third-level sword cultivator must have the strength of the middle stage of Foundation Establishment!" A wounded disciple nodded, "If Senior Brother Xiao hadn't used his magical power and used the Qiankun Ring to imprison him with the Qiankun Ring despite his injuries, I would have It’s really hard to kill him!”

"good,

Xiao Mao, I never thought that your cultivation was weak before, but now that you have established a foundation, your strength is like a rising tide, and you almost have a tendency to surpass my brother! "Senior Brother Gong turned his head and lowered his head and flew in the middle of the crowd. A young monk with fine features said.

This monk with a humble and pleasant look on his face is Xiao Mao of the Xunyan Sect, who is already in the early stages of foundation building.

Hearing his senior brother mentioning himself, Xiao Mao hurriedly smiled and said: "What does this little brother's cultivation mean? It goes without saying that killing these sword cultivators is all the work of several senior brothers. I just relied on the power of the magic weapon. It really doesn't matter. Dare to take credit!"

"Hahaha~ Junior Brother Xiao is too humble!" Senior Brother Gong laughed, "Master Yuan from Qingleng Mountain is a famous warrior of our Xunyan Sect. Listen to what he said. Back then, only Qi Refining monks killed Ji Zhu. Monk, Junior Brother Xiao is from a well-known family, how can he be so weak..."

"Don't dare!" Xiao Mao smiled bitterly. Just when he was about to be humble, a yellow figure suddenly flashed across the jungle under Senior Brother Gong and rushed towards Senior Brother Gong!

"Ouch~" Although everyone laughed, they were all on guard. When they saw something strange, they released their spiritual thoughts. They were shocked when they saw the yellow figure flying unusually fast. In this moment, the yellow figure flew It has already rushed within a few feet of everyone!

"Hit~" Senior Brother Gong felt a sharp wind blowing towards him. Almost without thinking, he waved his hand, and a thunderbolt was fired from his palm. He flew around, trying to avoid the sneak attack of this yellow figure!

A cry of "Crack~" actually came from the yellow figure's mouth, and a pair of fleshy wings several feet long spread out from the yellow figure's vest! While the fleshy wings were beating, the yellow figure was extremely flexible. He ducked the lightning in Senior Brother Gong's palm with a slight shrinkage in mid-air. Then he stretched out his body again and chased Senior Brother Gong faster than a flying sword!

"Obstacle!" Senior Brother Gong took advantage of the moment when the yellow figure spread its fleshy wings and used his spiritual will to see him clearly. It turned out to be a monster whose upper body was like a giant owl and whose lower body was human-shaped. He was shocked and cursed as his heart trembled. Then, he stretched out his hand, and a feather-fan-shaped magic weapon was thrown out. As the magic weapon was swung, a misty water pattern hit the bird cultivator!

At the same time, Xiao Mao and other Xunyan Cult disciples also moved. Several disciples sacrificed their magic weapons and activated their magic power to assist Senior Brother Gong. Several others released their spiritual thoughts and looked at the jungle about ten feet below their feet. !

"Kill!" As expected, just as their divine thoughts reached the jungle, a loud shout rang out, and more than 20 sword lights flew out of the jungle, colorful and rushing towards the Xunyan Sect disciples!

"We've been ambushed! Retreat!" Seeing this scene, everyone knew how powerful it was. Some people cleverly sent out the communication talisman, while others took the lead and activated the magic weapon to hit the sword cultivator head-on!

"Crack, crack..." With a crisp sound, the bird cultivator opened his mouth and spit out a fist-sized green bead, which flashed with light and rushed towards Senior Brother Gong. Senior Brother Gong's mist turned into ice particles as soon as it touched the green bead and condensed in mid-air.

"Crack..." The bird cultivator shouted again, rushed into the ice particles, and waved his arms, breaking the ice particles like breaking ice, and rushed into Senior Brother Gong within a few feet!

Seeing that Qin Xiu was close to him, Senior Brother Gong was horrified. He clapped his hands and waved his hands. Many yellow talismans were thrown out, trying to block Qin Xiu's attack. At the same time, he got a finger in the air, so he emitted a hazy light again to cover himself!

"Woo~~" Qin Xiu urged Bizhu again. Bizhu turned into a palm-sized flying sword at this time, and quickly passed through the air, piercing all the yellow talismans by the flying sword. It was really a piece of yellow paper. Moreover, Qin Xiu was close to Senior Brother Gong at this time. He stretched out his arms, and his ten fingers were extremely sharp, like bird claws. With a "puff", he inserted into the hazy light, and with a wave of his arms, the light was torn apart!

"Puff!" Bizhu immediately hit it!

"Crack" followed by a slight crisp sound, and the defensive light around Senior Brother Gong was completely frozen! It wrapped him up like armor!

It only took a few breaths from the time when the bird cultivator flew out of the jungle to the time when Senior Brother Gong was hit by the green bead. This fast fighting style was completely unaccustomed to the disciples of Xunyan Sect, and it was also the weakness of the disciples of Dao Sect. It was incomparable to their fighting with the sword cultivators in the past year! When the Xunyan Sect disciples who were ready to assist Senior Brother Gong were about to rescue him, the flying swords of the sword cultivators in the jungle had already flown out. They were so scared that they could not care about Senior Brother Gong. They hurriedly cast a spell to block the flying sword that was going to kill them, and at the same time, they urged the magic weapon to protect themselves first!

There was a muffled sound of "Puchi", followed by a scream of "Ah", but the bird cultivator actually reached his hand into the heart of Senior Brother Gong, not only breaking through Senior Brother Gong's protective aura, but also taking out Senior Brother Gong's heart!

With a sound of "Ga~", it seemed to be extremely happy, and a blood light spit out from the mouth of the bird cultivator, rolled up the heart and swallowed it! Gradually, the sharp nose of the bird cultivator gradually faded, the feathers on his face and neck gradually faded, and the flesh wings on his vest gradually shrank. A tall and thin old man with sharp eyes like an eagle appeared in the air again!

"Ah?" Seeing that the bird cultivator actually ate people's hearts alive, all the disciples of Xunyan Sect were shocked. They desperately avoided the bird cultivator from afar and dared not fight him again!

Of course, many flying swords have already attacked, and they only have one thought in their minds at this time to escape!

Xiao Mao was naturally shocked. He also felt a little helpless. Fortunately, he was just an inconspicuous disciple of Xunyan Sect. He usually kept a low profile. This time he was also hidden among the disciples and was not the focus of the sword cultivator's attack!

Xiao Mao saw a flying sword like a willow swaying towards him, and immediately looked around to observe the situation in the whole field!

Now, more than 20 sword cultivators flew out of the jungle, each of them summoned a flying sword and attacked the target. The previous few people of Xunyan Sect attacked with two flying swords, while Xiao Mao and others attacked with one flying sword. In particular, the Qi Refining disciples not far from Xiao Mao were greeted by the flying swords of the sword-bearing swordsman. Xiao Mao's flying sword was not very bright. According to Xiao Mao's experience, the cultivation level of this swordsman was only about the second level of the Bright Sword, which was exactly the same as his own cultivation level!

"Escape~" Xiao Mao had only one thought in his mind. He waved his hand and took out an orange-red whip from the storage bag. The place where the magic power was activated turned into a mountain-like whip wave pressing towards the flying sword! At the same time, Xiao Mao's figure was like other Xunyan Sect disciples. He found a deserted place and fled quickly!

"Where are you going!" The swordsman who attacked Xiao Mao was a middle-aged man with a strong physique, wearing a strange bright armor. Seeing the magical power flashing from Xiao Mao's magic weapon, he sneered, pinched the sword formula with his hand, and swung the flying sword like a willow branch, and many thin strips grew out like a willow brushing against your face. It was so precise that every strip stabbed towards a whip!