月儿懒惰,不过这是对比乐儿,容儿,铭儿,零儿而言,月儿对比其它江湖高手,仍旧只能说是懒惰,不过,月儿不是懒的完全不练功.尤其此时,月儿却是非常勤奋在门派练功洞打着学点.
Yue'er knew that soon, Lingjiu Palace would face extremely heavy pressure. Yue'er would not worry about these problems on weekdays, because Xi'er was very indulging in herself, but this did not mean that Yue'er was a person who was ignorant of the importance. At this time, Yue'er knew that she could no longer be lazy. In the near future, she would have to bear pressure for the sect.
Lingjiu Palace was completely angered. The witch of Lingjiu Palace is not only a manifestation of status, but also a symbol of Lingjiu Palace. It is determined not to be violated. As soon as the Blood Sacrifice Order was issued, all the disciples of Lingjiu Palace in Jianghu rushed back to the sect to gather, and under the leadership of countless masters of the sect, they began a journey of revenge.
In major cities, one seemingly ordinary woman after another looked up at the direction of Piaomiao Peak. These women are all very experienced members in Lingjiu Palace, but they are also very late than Quanquan. Roushui and others. Xier explained that she did not want them to enter the world again.
They originally believed that they believed that the return of senior sisters and the leadership of senior sisters was enough to resist any crisis. At this time, they still believed so firmly that they took out the costumes of sects that they had not worn for many years, and their hearts were completely filled with anger. The symbol of sacredness and inviolability in their hearts. The witch died, died under the joint efforts of various sects in the world. They could no longer bear the invasion and contempt of the Lingjiu Palace by the Jianghu Palace...
The heads of various sects, while launching a blood sacrifice in Lingjiu Palace, sent the most popular star in the sect in the past few months, designated a large number of people to advance to Lingjiu Palace at full speed. "Destroy the witch of Lingjiu Palace!" He shouted loudly when he woke up from his dream, and then led a large number of disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect to leave.
Ming, and Li and the other two were on the top of the cliff, Yao Tong sat on the stool on Yiyun's side. Zishan relied on letting Xiaolongnu and Qingyi accompany him to Tiansha Temple to play. Yiyun closed her eyes and said without saying a word. Yao Tong calculated the speed of the travel team in her heart and said:
"You should set out. Anyone can come back alive. Those three people must not. If they can break out of the siege through the crazy counterattack of Lingjiu Palace, they must kill them completely." Ming said lightly, "Please rest assured, elder, you will never miss it." After that, he bowed slightly to Yiyun, who closed his eyes and silently, and led Jia Heli to use his light skills to jump out of the cliff.
Yao Tong said softly, "Yiyun, Tianmeng's plan is so detailed, can Lingjiu Palace withstand the pressure faced?" Yiyun chuckled nervously, "There is no perfect plan in the world? Xier is not a vegetarian. Tianmeng will definitely pay an unexpected price for this move."
Not saying anything does not mean not knowing; being silent does not mean accepting.
In Kunlun Fairyland, a group of Kunlun Sect masters were fully immersed in their artistic conception, practicing and strengthening their martial arts, and a blood-red shadow suddenly appeared out of thin air. The masters stood up with alert expressions and set off a fighting posture. After seeing the person clearly, they all said in horror, "Happy Madman! How could you find this place?"
Xier raised her left hand lightly, her eyes were cold, and her long hair was purple-red, which was more than seven times longer than usual. She danced gently on her chest and behind her chest. A group of Kunlun Sect masters all had cold sweats on their foreheads. The existence of nightmares and the representative of death, which really made the older generation of masters in the world beat the hearts of the older generation of masters. The first murderous witch, Xi Madman, was like this in the past...
The leader suppressed his fear, "Happy madman! We didn't look for you, you actually came to your door by yourself. Let's see, after so many years, how far your martial arts have reached!" The masters of various sects were not all used. The secret chess of all sects in the Heavenly Alliance were hidden in the Qingjing place. Those with a lower status and weaker strength were led by several masters of various sects to surface.
The red shadow flashed, and more than seventy swords were quickly unsheathed, and they used their sword skills to rush towards the fast and unstoppable Red Shadow. Xier had her long purple-red hair scattered and excited, like a soft whip, like a hidden weapon, like a shield, like a sword... Several people's true energy suddenly changed drastically, and the sharp sword in her hand involuntarily stabbed the opponent's side. In a few moments, seven people died under their own swords.
Long hair like a snake, he tricked through several masters' swords, sank into the throat, and then stumbled into the vital points of his heart. Then he was lightly violent. The vital points of the attacker splashed blood and fell softly to the ground. More than a dozen people tried their best to surround the sword technique, and several people around him actually used the transformed Yitian Sword Technique of the Emei Sect.
Several corpses flew in the air to several people who were using the Sword Technique of the Heaven. The corpse burst and the second move was used. Several masters who used their second move covered their eyes and screamed and retreated repeatedly. The cracked white bones were inserted into many places.
Xier laughed loudly, "Laugh...hehehe...the world is laughing..." The three Kunlun masters who could not dodge were almost swept into the door with a bunch of long hair at the same time, and their whole face was immediately slapped into blood and blood...
The large area of ​​vortex-like qi was rotating and hitting the seven masters screamed and threw them away. The three masters had not yet performed their moves. The qi power that was operating in their bodies suddenly turned back. After the collision, several meridians in their bodies were broken. Three wires broke a piece of flying long hair that penetrated into the throat of the three people, making a slight cracking sound. The three of them fell softly and died of anger.
The red sleeves flew, but several people were thrown away by the spitting blood from the originally soft sleeves. The three tall purple red palm shadows were divided into three directions, and the bodies of eight people were spreading. The eight people in the middle palm were filled with blood and died softly.
A master was grabbed by Xier's face with one palm, and his skull was instantly shattered by the real tremor. Xier laughed wildly, with the body of the captured person, and like a stacked man, he hit the four people on the rock wall again. The rock wall was shaking loudly, and gravel flew, and the four people were shattered and died.
The purple-red hair was like a whip. The weapons in the hands of the six masters who rushed behind him were swept off by Xier's long hair, and the bones on his neck were also shattered, throwing them away and killing them. The purple-red air blade that suddenly appeared out of thin air swirled and flew and cut the throats of the six people one after another. Xier's claw-shaped purple-red right hand penetrated the hearts of the two. The next moment, the two corpses fell to the ground, and the red shadow had already flashed elsewhere, blood, and then it splashed out from the wounds of the corpse...
The more than 70 Kunlun Sect masters who had originally lived fell to the ground, or had a bloody and bloody "seal" into the rock wall, or were left with only a few flesh-and-blooded white bones.
Xier stood alone in the scene, with red sleeves and light red, long hair flying, Xier laughed loudly, "Hahaha... are you happy?... Why... don't you... don't talk... why, don't you laugh... are you unhappy? You, don't you... like it the most, bloody... hahaha..."
In the Kunlun fairyland, Xi'er's crazy laughter echoed, incoherent questions, and self-talking, for a long time...
In the dense forest, there were dozens of Wudang Sect masters who were about to evacuate, drew their swords out of sheath with a look of alertness, staring at Xier with cold sweat on his forehead, and his long purple-red hair without wind.
These masters received a warning order and had packed up their things and were about to leave, but when they were about to set off, they met the person they didn't want to meet the person they didn't want to meet the most. The leader of a Taoist priest took a sword and made his debut, "Xi Madman! Don't underestimate us too much. After a hundred years, we won't be in vain!"
Another female Taoist shouted angrily and stood up and said, "Xi Madman, if you have the ability, you will kill us all, but you can see that you can escape the encirclement of countless masters coming from the Tianmeng!" The answer to the female Taoist was Xier's rapid figure. The next moment, the female Taoist's heart was painful, and her consciousness became dark, and she was already extremely angry and died.
The Wudang Sect masters shouted angrily and unfolded their swords. The entire field was completely covered by Tai Chi sword energy. The rippling energy could not gather at Xier in the sword energy, and uncontrollably attacked the surrounding fellow disciples.
The purple-red aura suddenly lit up, and dozens of Wudang masters were enveloped. The true energy in the dozen masters' bodies was suddenly chaotic, and their bodies were uncontrollable, either forward, backward, or left and right, completely losing their autonomy. A piece-like red shadow flashed past tens of people almost at the same time. There were so many dozens of corpses in the field.
The fist shadows composed of dense purple-red energy were shot on the sword energy of Wudang masters around him, and penetrated and activated them. The Wudang masters who were hit vomited blood and threw them away. The people were still in the air, and the purple-red energy that flew to him one after another.
The rest of the people swung their swords with all their strength to slash out the sword energy, resisting the countless purple-red fist powers that shot into the air. From time to time, someone died of internal strength and was shocked. Xier laughed loudly, her weird long hair was blowing rapidly, and she shot out several cut-offs from time to time, and stabbed into the sword-stunning sect of the Wudang master like a hidden weapon.
In just a moment, most of the martial arts masters died and then Xi'er shot wildly, under the fist force of Xi'er, the purple-red magical field was activated one after another, and the purple-red air blades were spinning and spinning and flying invisibly. The flame-like energy completely wrapped Xi'er. Xi'er's body was extremely arrogant and violently crashed into the Tai Chi sword aura field. Her palms quickly killed several people one after another. The sword energy that was attacked like ripples was completely transformed by the flame-like energy.
There were corpses all over the ground. When the Wudang Sect masters from other places formed a large group of people and horses to run, there were corpses all around the ground. Xier, dressed in red, rotated gently like a dancing, and her strange purple-red long hair was flying without wind, and Xier was laughing wildly in the sound.
The leader was in a dilemma, and he wanted to lead his troops to surround Xier. No matter how powerful Ren Xier is, his internal strength cannot always support him. However, when he thought of Xier's terrible body technique of ghosts and not afraid of siege, he hesitated...
The red shadow flashed, Xier flashed from the ground, her palms moved her whole person and body into a large group of Wudang masters. Blood splattered, Xier's crazy laughter became more and more crazy. Under Xier's strange body movement, the dense crowd seemed to be completely non-existent, allowing Xier to move at will, disappear out of thin air, and appear.
The leader's heart was filled with fear. Just like in the past, Ximaizi was still the Ximaizi in the past. "Retreat! Stay behind the team, and the others leave. Don't lose the manpower for this madman. Wait for the future leader to avenge us today!"
The brigade masters were either unwilling or indignant, but more so, they were fearful. Just like a hundred years ago, Hongying, which existed like a nightmare, always rushed into the crowd frantically. No matter how many people there were, they could not stop Hongying from rushing to fight freely until... until Hongying's internal strength was exhausted, and then left with a crazy smile. No one was chasing him. No matter how dense the crowd was, he could never stop Hongying's figure.
The team of dozens of people behind the rear was still fighting with Hongying. The other team masters, led by the leader, left quickly and ran very quickly... as if there were ten times more enemies behind them chasing them...
Chapter completed!