Chapter 4267 Life Hangs by a Thread

"How? Are you still unwilling to surrender to us? If you don't surrender to us, then there is only a dead end for you!"

The ancient city master and others froze, holding the sword in their hands and staring at the leader: "Good and evil do not stand at the same time! How can we dignified and upright cultivators join forces with your demon cultivators!"

"Not bad!" The monk surnamed Lei shouted in a deep voice, staring at them: "We don't know where you all came from, but it's impossible for us to submit to your demon master! "

Ruan Pingzhi stared at the magic cultivator and shouted: "We rarely see magic cultivators in this night and day. Where did you guys come from? What are your intentions to win over our great families!"

"Oh! You frogs at the bottom of the well, have you ever heard of the name of the Black Lotus Demon Lord? Now, if my Lord wants to expand, it is bound to take a fancy to this inconspicuous nightless sky. It is your honor! If you submit to your disobedience, then you can only be executed!"

The vicious voice of the demon cultivator fell, raised his hand, and stared at the ancient city master and the others: "Not a single one!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the voice of the leading demon cultivator fell, the twenty or so demon cultivators in the surrounding area immediately swept forward, and the cold sword energy attacked the people in the middle. The air is surging, and the black mist is also waving up in the air.

Feng Jiu came from a distance, and when she looked at the black mist in the distance, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows: "Magic cultivator?"

This place can be said to be an extremely remote place where birds don’t lay eggs. There is only day and no night all year round, and spiritual power is lacking. The cultivators here are not very high-level, and magic cultivators are even rarer, but I didn’t want to see it here The magic cultivator whose strength is above Nascent Soul seems to have come from other places.

Maybe they didn't expect that there would be people here, or maybe they didn't expect that someone would dare to approach here. At this time, the attention of those magic cultivators was on the ancient city master and others, so they didn't notice Feng Jiu coming from a distance. Come.

"I-I can't take it anymore."

A Nascent Soul cultivator was panting, his face was pale, and his steps were already messy. He waved his sword to block the attack of a demon cultivator, and the whole person stumbled to the ground because he couldn't hold it, only supported by the long sword in his hand.

Several wounds on his body can be seen deep in the bones, the blood has lost too much, and his physical strength cannot be supported. In addition, the demon cultivators are pressing step by step, and their moves are deadly. If the strength of the other party is comparable to them, it is just that, among them, the For some people, even Nascent Soul's cultivation base is stronger than them, so that they have no chance of winning at all. Even if they try their best, there is no chance of survival.

"Unless you want to die here! Otherwise, if you can't hold it, you have to hold on!" Ruan Pingzhi swung his sword towards a demon cultivator, protecting the old friend who was half-kneeling on the ground.

The ancient city master dealt with the two demon cultivators with one person, and almost every time he made a move, a wound would be added to his body. His pace was also stepping back, and his speed gradually slowed down. When he saw a sharp sword stabbed at his throat , the powerful coercion suppressed him, so that he could not even react and resist at that moment. He could only watch the sharp sword stab at him, and watch himself fall into a desperate situation of death...

"what!"

A scream suddenly sounded, startling everyone. I thought it was the ancient city owner who was killed, but I didn't think so.