"Want to break through? Ha!"

Scar's fat face sneered, and the silver-white wheel knife surged more than ten times. He jumped up, stepped on it, and attacked Song Weiran, who was restrained by the giant net above.

The strong wind was as fierce as a mountain falling, and the wheel knife under his feet struck Song Weiran with a deadly force.

There was a spiritual net that restricted Song Weiran's attack, there was Scarface's crushing palm mark, and there was even a powerful blade attacking at him. It seemed like he was in a desperate situation, and he was in a dilemma.

Song Weiran directly withdrew his spiritual power, and the twenty phantom swords merged with the sword body, allowing the black net to fall freely.

Just when the dead man laughed sinisterly, thinking that he had succeeded, the big net that had been pushed by the sword gradually disintegrated. Song Weiran raised his eyes slightly, flipped the sword flower, and chopped it down with his hand.

The ten-foot-long sword light was dazzling and struck towards Scar's face with the force of thunder. The space was vaguely distorted, making people's hairs tingle slightly.

On a moonlit night, dark clouds suddenly rolled in, and thunder and lightning were brewing in the sky.

The three thieves had an ominous premonition, but their "great achievements" in killing people for many years made them unwilling to believe that a few hairless children could threaten their lives!

"sucker Punch!"

With a curse, the spiritual light surged from the Mysterious Magical Soul-losing Whip, drawing thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts surrounding the five of them.

The soul-destroying whip itself shuttled through the black mist in the shape of a swimming dragon, striking directly between Song Weiran's eyebrows.

At this moment, a sea of ​​fire rose up under the feet of the three bandits, like weeds growing wildly on the three of them. Xiao Hanyu, who had been ignored by them, appeared behind them at some point.

Under the Xuan Guang Sword's finger, thunder and lightning as thick as a bowl fell one after another.

The monks were instinctively afraid of thunder and lightning, and the three of them resisted subconsciously, but found that the lightning that fell on them was like an itch.

"Oh, the formation is quite big, but it has no lethality at all!"

Scarface was filled with contempt, and he raised his feet to step out of the sea of ​​fire and thunder.

Xiao Hanyu looked cold and jumped back three feet.

Song Weiran's ten-foot-long sword struck down, and the fierce momentum forced the three of them back three feet.

Seeing this, Qu Yi quickly made a seal with his hands, silver light flashed above the three people, and the purple thunder and lightning turned into a hundred lines in the silver light, weaving into a prison of lightning.

The moment the prisoner fell, the underground sea of ​​​​fire surged again, thunder and fire intertwined, and the smell of burning flesh instantly appeared in the air.

The three of them panicked and immediately formed a body-protecting spirit shield. They poured spiritual power desperately into the magic weapon in their hands, but when it came into contact with the silver light, it cracked every inch.

"What the hell did you do! How could this happen!"

Xiao Hanyu moved back to the team, his face was as pale as a ghost, and he sneered:

"Qingming Needle, a heaven-level spiritual weapon."

Qu Yi leaned on the stone and gasped for air, then took over the topic and added insult to injury:

"Just like you think that the gap in cultivation level is a flaw, there is also an insurmountable gap between magical weapons and spiritual weapons.

"I advise you not to rest on your laurels outside the Sanshan Territory, but go out and see the world. How old are you, and you are still using your cultivation to suppress others?

"It's just a Nascent Soul, it's just a step up a level. It's a basic skill for geniuses to get up a level, you know?

"Oh, by the way, you probably won't have the chance to go out and see the world. You should just do your own thing in the next life. If you are ignorant, you will kill people!"

The thin black face was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, which was roasted by thunder and fire as soon as it left his mouth.

Not knowledgeable?

Who is ignorant?

"The monks I have intercepted and killed outside the Sanshan Territory in the past few years have eaten more spiritual rice than you! There are many monks from big forces inside, why don't their souls return to Jiuquan?"

Qu Yi raised his eyebrows, looked at the man whose breath was rapidly weakening in surprise, then shook his head and said regretfully:

"Oh, you are truly worthy of being a wild cultivator in the remote mountains. I don't know how to treat a small and unpopular sect as a powerful force.

"Oh, I don't blame you for not knowing. After all... the dead are the most important!"

The dead person with a black face and thin face vomited blood again.

While chewing the elixir handed over by Song Weiran, Qu Yi still consoled him carelessly:

"Stop vomiting, we don't want blood!"

Song Weiran glanced at him and stared at the three of them again.

As long as you have a breath left, you can't let down your guard!

Xiao Hanyu's face was as heavy as water, and black clouds surged in his eyes. He squeezed his hands together, and the lightning prison shrank in an instant, and the blood mist exploded, but it was cooked in the thunder and fire.

The morning light is faint, and the air is filled with the smell of burnt aroma.

Xiao Hanyu stood motionless, looking at the black mess, his expression so calm that it made people's scalp numb.

Qu Yi lowered his voice and asked Song Weiran:

"He, what is he looking at?"

Song Weiran shrugged and turned aside.

He wanted to study this battle to see what the shortcomings were.

On the surface, the four Golden Core monks working together to kill three Nascent Soul monks looked impressive, but in fact there was nothing to be happy about.

Although the three of them were all around the early stage of Nascent Soul, they were all casual cultivators who had not been systematically taught, and the exercises and martial arts they used were inferior and incomplete.

If such a person is placed in the Shanhai Sect, the actual combat power can only be set at the early stage of the Golden Core, barely the middle stage, which is much higher than the demons in the Shura Tower.

There were just three of them, and it took the four of them nearly three hours to kill them. It was really embarrassing!

Si Kongzhu did not demote himself to be worthless like Song Weiran. He stood in the open space and waved his fist vigorously, with excitement in his eyebrows.

I still want to fight again!

Qu Yi was speechless and slumped on the rock as if he was boneless.

"Hey, are you too energetic? Then what kind of tonic pills are you taking?"

Si Kongzhu glanced at him sideways and punched him directly.

Qu Yi whined in pain, covered his eyes and ran to Xiao Hanyu's side.

Amidst all this noise, the girl who had caused trouble for the four of them woke up.

Just like last night, she locked eyes with Xiao Hanyu in the center of the battlefield at a glance, even though he stood motionless in a purgatory-like place, as cold as a ghost.

"Fellow?"

No one responded.

The girl covered her lips and coughed lightly, looking very weak. She stood up with difficulty and walked toward Xiao Hanyu with staggering steps.

Qu Yi and Sikong Zhu stopped fighting and watched the show silently.

The girl stopped behind Xiao Hanyu, her voice was like the tinkling of a clear spring, sweet to the ear.

"Thank you fellow Taoist for saving your life."

Qu Yi: "???" What about me?

Sikong Zhu: "..." I'm sick!

The girl lowered her eyes and introduced herself softly:

"The little girl's name is He Qingqing, and she is the daughter of He Jia, the lord of Baiyue City. The little girl can't repay the life-saving kindness of fellow Taoist. If fellow Taoist doesn't dislike it..."

Qu Yi's eyes lit up: She's coming, she's coming!

As expected, the girl smiled shyly:

"The little girl is willing to pledge herself to me."

Qu Yi almost screamed, what was said in the drawing book was indeed correct.

After a hero saves a beauty, the beauty will pledge his body to him, but I haven't met a bear to save the beauty yet. I wonder if it will be like "being a cow or a horse in the next life"?

Qu Yi asked excitedly:

"Miss He, just tell me, did you fall in love with my Junior Brother Xiao's beauty as soon as you came here?"

He Qingqing looked a little embarrassed.

Si Kongzhu is even more powerful. She has never read a picture book, but she knows right from wrong, good and evil.

"Are you sick? Xiao Hanyu is not the only one who saved you. We all have a share. Why don't you commit yourself to us? Are we too ugly and unworthy, or do you think we are easy to handle?

"Thank you for your life-saving grace. Although I like to fight, we suffered an unreasonable disaster just because of you.

"If we weren't capable, we would be the ones burned to ashes, how can you be so embarrassed!

"Fellow Taoists are just fellow Taoists. We are all practitioners. One Taoist friend is a little girl. What kind of drama are you playing? Are you from the ordinary world?"

He Qingqing's face turned from red to blue, then from white to black, and finally turned into an angry red.

Qu Yi kept gesturing with his thumb.
Chapter completed!