All the carriages stopped one after another, and a large number of disciples jumped out of the carriages and looked ahead warily. There stood a large group of dark figures, led by a middle-aged man, sitting astride a giant bear with snow-white hair.
It is equipped with seats and a canopy, and is obviously used to ride tamed animals.
Ling'er poked his head out of the carriage, glanced at the middle-aged man, frowned slightly, and said: "This man is from the Blood Demon Sect, and his strength is still higher than mine. He is probably a mid-level innate powerhouse!"
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"Middle stage of Xiantian?" The pretty maid's face turned pale and she said, "Is he the only one?"
Ling'er glanced behind the middle-aged strong man, his eyes flickered slightly, and said: "There are at least ten strong men in the early stage of innateness."
The face of the pretty maidservant changed wildly, and she suddenly bit her silver teeth and said: "Miss, our route is confidential. There must be a traitor in the sect. I will cover you. With your strength, it shouldn't be a problem to escape in the chaos!"
As long as you are still here, the Zhuyin Sect will have a chance to rise!"
Ling'er was startled, took a deep look at her, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, we have a total of sixteen elders here. Although they are all in the early stage of Xiantian, it should not be a problem to deal with the ten elders opposite. As for this Xiantian
In the mid-term, I will control it."
"Miss, how can that be done?" the charming maid said anxiously: "Although there is only a level difference, there is a world of difference!"
Ling'er smiled softly and said: "My ten years of learning are not in vain. Although I am only in the early stage of Xiantian, after swallowing the Mad Cow Pill, coupled with several sets of Taoism taught by the master, and the skills left by his old man
With my golden gourd magic weapon, it is not difficult to delay this person."
The pretty maid was about to say something else, when Ling'er suddenly waved her hand, her expression became solemn, and said: "They are about to start attacking, you stay in the carriage later!" There was a hint of command in her words.
The pretty maid was startled.
at this time--
Whizzing!
Two rays of light flew towards the carriage and collided with it. Ling'er's figure flashed and floated to the sky above the carriage. With a wave of her delicate hand, a golden light floated out from her sleeves and hit the two rays of light head on.
Bang! Bang!
The two rays of light retreated in response and were knocked back, and the light above them became much dimmer.
"Eh!" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, "That old guy's golden gourd from Bai He? He is actually willing to give it to you, huh! You haven't reached the middle stage of Xiantian, and you can only use half of the power of this thing at most.
, bring it to me!" He said, grabbing it with his big hand.
I saw a scarlet blood mist emerging out of thin air, condensing into a blood claw, and grabbing at the golden gourd.
Ling'er's face was solemn and he was mumbling words. The golden gourd's light suddenly flashed, the bottle opened, and a ball of purple flame roared out from inside.
As soon as this purple flame touched the blood claw, the blood claw melted as quickly as ice and snow, and was burned out in an instant.
The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he snorted coldly: "So what if the Purple Sun Sky Fire!" He opened his mouth, and a jet-black ruler shot out, rising in the wind. There was a faint roar of a tiger from the ruler, and there was actually a faint tiger attached to it.
Hei Chi roared towards Jin Gourd.
Ling'er made a precise move with one hand, and the golden gourd shone brightly, suddenly turning into a golden sun, competing with the black ruler.
When the elders in the other carriages saw that Ling'er did not choose to escape, but instead fought with the middle-aged man, they immediately guessed what she was thinking and rushed towards the other elders on the opposite side.
The ordinary disciples around the carriage and the demonic disciples on the opposite side also charged together, and for a moment the roar of fighting filled the sky.
Wu Feng floated out of the carriage, and when he saw Ling'er fighting with the middle-aged man opposite him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
When he saw that this middle-aged man's black ruler magic weapon actually had a tiger spirit attached to it, he immediately narrowed his eyes.
Attaching a magic weapon to a spirit can enhance the power of the magic weapon. For example, if a first-level magic weapon is successfully attached, its power will increase according to the strength of the spirit body. If the spirit body is strong enough, it can be comparable to a second-level magic weapon!
From the look in Wu Feng's eyes, he could immediately see that the golden gourd in Ling'er's hand was of extraordinary quality. The black ruler was a bit inferior, but with the enhanced power of the spirit, it could barely compete.
Wu Feng's eyes flashed, and without any hesitation, he charged towards the rear army on the opposite side.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
A faint light flashed from his fingertips, and immediately, among the crowd of ordinary disciples below, some disciples fell to the ground one after another, lifeless.
These disciples have a characteristic, there is a trace of Yin Hong's blood between their eyebrows, which is so small that it is almost invisible. This made the disciples of the Zhuyin Sect who were fighting against these disciples stunned, but they soon guessed that most of them were people with great supernatural powers.
What the sect elder did, he immediately became energetic and charged towards the opposite side even more desperately!
Whizzing……
One after another, small needles shuttled among the ordinary disciples like flying birds. There were five flying needles in total, each of which could easily take away a life.
This is a weapon Wu Feng conceived after practicing the Tianmai Branching Chanting Sutra. The Heavenly Vein Branching Chanting Sutra can divide the divine thoughts into thousands of strands. The advantage is that when others use one weapon, he can use hundreds of them! Just like others want to
It’s like facing a mob of hundreds of people!
So, Wu Feng thought of needles!
These needles are just forged from ordinary fine iron and are not magical weapons. However, with the speed controlled by the mind, it is easy to kill an acquired strong man!
As Wu Feng took action, wherever he flew, a large number of demon disciples died mysteriously, as if a death plague emanated from his body.
This strange scene made the other elders and disciples who took action aware of it. Although they were in the middle of a war and had no time to think about it, they still secretly remembered the matter.
At this time, Wu Feng had already arrived behind the opponent, and two elders flew towards him, attacking Wu Feng.
The expressions of these two people were cold, with a hint of ferociousness. They had seen from just now that Wu Feng's extraordinary moves were a bit tricky, so they chose to work together to deal with him immediately.
Encountering an opponent of the same level, Wu Feng did not dare to look down upon him and immediately retracted the flying needle, and the spiritual thoughts attached to it enveloped himself to prevent sneak attacks.
"Death!" A skinny old man rushed forward, throwing out the pitch-black whisk in his hand, and countless black threads, like hair, soared thousands of feet and wrapped around Wu Feng.
Wu Feng's eyes flashed coldly, he raised his hand and struck out with the flying sword at his feet.
puff!
The black threads broke one after another, but more black threads continued to come in, and there was a feeling that they would never be cut off.
At the same time, another person had arrived behind Wu Feng, offered a small black cauldron, and shrouded Wu Feng's head.
Although Wu Feng's figure was fast, it could not match the moving speed of the magic weapon, and he was soon shrouded in the black cauldron. The moment he was shrouded, Wu Feng immediately felt like a mountain was pressing down on his body, and his body fell downwards involuntarily.
boom!
The whole ground trembled and dented. This black cauldron was surprisingly heavy!
"Die!" The middle-aged man who controlled the black cauldron flashed a ferocious light in his eyes.
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