The cultivator on the ground showed fear on his face. He was just a cultivator in the Qi training stage and would not fly at all. When facing Master Zeng Li, there was no hope of winning. Master Zeng Li's strength was the same as that of the cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage.

The man raised the big sword in his hand in despair and slashed out suddenly.

Master Zeng Li slapped the man and slapped him away with his sword.

"Run quickly!

Everyone suddenly scattered and ran towards the west mountain. Zhang Ke pulled Mi Xiaojing, who dragged Robert and the three of them fell and crawled on the snow. In fact, they couldn't run fast at all. The snow here was several feet thick. When they stepped on it, they were deeply trapped in it.

Master Zeng Li slapped his opponent with a slap, and then soared into the sky. At this time, a sword light flew out from the direction of Xiyanmen, and the sword light actually illuminated the entire sky.

Master Zeng Li had no choice but to avoid this sword. His only weapon was one hundred and eight beads, which were still entangled with another cultivator at this time.

Mi Xiaojing turned around by chance and watched the red sword light pass through Master Zeng Li's chest. In an instant, the sword light turned around. Master Zeng Li didn't say a word, falling from the air like a stone.

He let go of Zhang Ke's hand and turned around and ran towards Master Zeng Li.

Robert followed him back, wherever Mi Xiaojing went, wherever he went, Zhang Ke sighed and ran back.

When Master Zeng Li fell from the air, the beads lost control and scattered in an instant. The bound cultivator broke free from the shackles and showed a ferocious expression on his face.

The sword light flashed, and several people who had escaped the farthest were immediately killed by the flying sword. The others were so scared that they stood there and dared not continue running.

"Who runs! Who dies! Get back!"

Everyone did not dare to run away, so they could only walk back, all of them looked as if dead.

Mi Xiaojing rolled and crawled to Master Zeng Li. He saw the wound on his chest at a glance, grabbed a handful of snow and pressed it on the wound.

"Master, Master! Wake up! Master..."

The cultivator in the sky fell down and came to Master Zeng Li. He grabbed Mi Xiaojing's collar and threw him aside. He looked down and immediately knew that the master was dead. His chest was pierced by a sword, his heart was broken, and even the gods could not save him even if they came.

Mi Xiaojing was thrown two feet away, and he turned over and got up, and then rushed towards Master Zeng Li.

This time, the cultivator ignored him. He flew into the air and shouted, "I'll leave it here to you, and no one is allowed to run away!" Then he flew towards Xiyanmen.

The cultivator who was slapped by Zeng Li agreed. He was so angry that he had a whip on his waist.

Slap!

The whip twitched the staggering back man, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"If anyone dares to escape again, I will kill him!"

Everyone gathered together again and surrounded Master Zeng Li, with sadness on his face.

Mi Xiaojing covered Zeng Li's wound hard, but he couldn't stop the blood no matter what. He had no medicine at hand, so he could only watch the blood flow out, dyeing the snow on the ground red.

Master Zeng Li opened his eyes, and he looked at Mi Xiaojing with a hint of impatientness in his eyes.

"Silly kid, why don't you run away..."

"Master..."

Mi Xiaojing couldn't stop crying. Master Bian died in front of him, but now Master Zeng Li is now. This blow is really too big.

"Don't cry, live well..."

"Master, why do they kill people?... Isn't killing a person a sin?Master...What should I do?"

Master Zeng Li's face was pale. He reluctantly reached out and touched Mi Xiaojing's hair.

"Silly kids, for those who want to kill us, kill them..."

"Ah? Ah!"

Mi Xiaojing was stunned, this was different from what the master taught him on his usual occasion.

"Silly kid, it's different outside...! Zhang Ke, help me sit up."

Zhang Ke helped Zeng Li and asked him to sit cross-legged. The master had time to say: "Yanzu is merciful..." and closed his eyes on the spot.

Some of this group of people were Yan Xiu. Everyone sat down cross-legged, recited the mantra silently, and sent the master's soul back to Yan Zu's arms.

The cultivator frowned and looked at it, but there was no stop. As long as he did not resist, he basically ignored this group of people. According to his opinion, this was a group of ants. If it weren't for the strict orders of the master, he wouldn't mind killing them all.

After a night of killing, the sky finally shone brightly. The fire at Xiyanmen shone brightly on the entire snow, and the rolling heat waves melted the snow, like a torch, reflecting the earth.

Xiyanmen was completely destroyed by a fire.

It's a mess.

The black smoke sank to the snow, mottled, broken walls and broken marks, and the snow-white blood-red on the ground.

The Xiyan Sect lost, and the Yanxiu master was killed. Mi Xiaojing and Robert had no attack ability and could not fly. In addition, they were just children. Although Mi Xiaojing's cultivation level was not bad, he could not have a powerful attack method at all. For this reason, both of them saved their lives.

The Yanjing Contemplation period is equivalent to the masters of the foundation-building stage cultivators, namely the masters of Zeng Li. Even the more powerful two, the leader of the Xiyan Sect and his junior brother, are both Juexing period, and are equivalent to the masters of the Cultivation Realm, and they are all defeated.

The remaining masters with lower cultivation and ordinary long-term workers had no power to resist. Together with Mi Xiaojing, Robert, Zhang Ke and others, they were gathered by the cultivators to the open space of the Xiyanmen Hall.

Mi Xiaojing felt sad. For the first time, he felt his powerlessness and the pain of being slaughtered.

Robert looked up and asked in a low voice: "Will they kill us?"

"Won't!"

Zhang Ke hugged the two children hard, with a firm expression on his face.

"I heard... they need people..."

Among the crowd, a long-time worker moved towards the hall. While the cultivator who was guarding him was not paying attention, he suddenly accelerated and ran towards the hall.

Bang!

A cultivator caught up with him with a very fast speed. He whipped out a whip and beat the long-time worker backwards. He hit the steps of the hall and quickly spread under his body. His head was shattered by a whip.

He died with a whip, and he did not say a word until his death.

Everyone was so scared that they dared not move.

These ten cultivators were all dressed in gorgeous clothes, with silk and fur, and they were really shining. All kinds of treasures could not block the light they emitted even if they were snowing.

Both men and women are really beautiful and handsome. Compared with the group of masters trapped in the open space, there is a difference between tall, rich and handsome and poor and short, and the difference between heaven and earth.

The cultivators who stayed behind are all disciples in the Qi training stage. This is a sect mission. After the master killed the people who could resist Xiyan Sect, he had temporarily left. The disciples left behind were to monitor the survivors.
Chapter completed!