Youth must be formed early, how can it be youthful? Chapter 89: Close combat
Just when the shield of the mountain-protecting array broke, Nie Fang immediately put away the [Four-Elephant Array], and the vague giant elephant above everyone's heads disappeared instantly.
When they saw that the shield was broken, the Qimu Sect disciples inside had different expressions, including anger, fear, ferocity, and confusion. But no matter what their expressions were, they were greeted by all kinds of attacks from magical weapons.
"Go! Avenge the leader!" Nie Fang shouted angrily.
Everyone in the Xuanyang Sect immediately separated and rushed toward the monks in front of them like tigers descending from the mountain.
Black shadows broke into the crowd, waving the magic weapons in their hands, and started fighting hand-to-hand with the resisting disciples.
The Qimu Sect has many more monks than the Xuanyang Sect. There are more than twenty monks blocking everyone here at the moment. But against the entire Wuji Alliance army, the number of Qimu Sect is completely insufficient.
Was crushed instantly.
With anger in his eyes, Bai Qingzhou directly approached a strong monk of a similar age holding the [Green Rainbow Sword].
The monk in front of him had a look of fear on his face because the magic circle was broken, and he had no intention of fighting.
After being approached by Bai Qingzhou, he was just tired of dealing with it, looking around and retreating while fighting.
"Qiang!"
Bai Qingzhou struck the opponent's sword with a "heavy sword" move, instantly knocking him to the ground.
He was just a monk at the fifth level of Qi refining. When he encountered Bai Qingzhou's full blow, how could he withstand it?
The long sword in his hand could no longer be held firmly and fell to the ground. The [Qinghong Sword] cut a small cut on his shoulder, causing blood to flow out immediately.
"Ah!" The monk screamed, then he looked panicked and said hurriedly: "Wait a minute! I..."
"laugh!"
The cold tip of the sword had penetrated his neck, and the words of mercy that reached his lips could no longer be heard.
Then his whole body fell limply to the ground, making no sound anymore.
With an indifferent expression, Bai Qingzhou drew out the [Green Rainbow Sword] and looked at the corpse in front of him, feeling completely unmoved.
There is no sense of guilt or the pleasure of revenge, only cold feelings.
After a moment, Bai Qingzhou turned around and left.
The entire Qimumen disciples were running away in a panic. Only a few monks with a strong will to fight were struggling to resist with the magic weapons in their hands.
However, the Wuji Alliance personnel did not give these people a chance at all. Everyone stepped forward to attack them, and various spells and magic weapons immediately turned these people into powder.
Bai Qingzhou glanced at him, his expression changed, and he hurried over.
"Xiaohan, are you okay? What's wrong with you!?" Bai Qingzhou helped Qin Yihan who fell to the ground and asked nervously.
At this time, Qin Yihan's left shoulder was covered with blood, which dyed the gray robe blood red.
It made Bai Qingzhou feel heartbroken.
Hearing Bai Qingzhou's question, Qin Yihan shook his head weakly, gritted his teeth and said, "There was a person just now who attacked me in order to escape. I couldn't stop him..."
"Okay, okay..." Bai Qingzhou interrupted her and took out a pill from the [storage bag], "Here, take this [blood-restoring pill] first."
Bai Qingzhou fed the pill directly into Qin Yihan's mouth and said anxiously: "Hurry up and digest this pill!"
Qin Yihan nodded lightly, then sat down cross-legged and began to do his exercises.
"Xiaohan!" A voice suddenly shouted in the distance.
Bai Qingzhou turned around and saw Ruan Xiuqi running quickly from a distance, with a little blood on the sword in his hand.
"Brother Bai, what's wrong with Xiaohan?" Ruan Xiuqi asked nervously, looking at Qin Yihan with blood on his body.
Bai Qingzhou stood up and said: "She was stabbed in the shoulder, but it shouldn't be serious. I've already made her take the [Blood Recovery Pill]!"
Hearing this, Ruan Xiuqi breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Qin Yihan, who was meditating quietly, with distress in his eyes.
"You watch Xiaohan here, I'll go take a look in front!" Bai Qingzhou ordered as Qin Yihan's shoulder stopped bleeding.
"Okay, no problem! Brother Bai, you have to be careful too!" Ruan Xiuqi said quickly.
"Don't worry!" Bai Qingzhou responded simply and immediately chased in the direction of the crowd.
All the disciples of Qimumen were chased by casual cultivators and retreated all the way to the back mountain.
Because the crowd was fighting and retreating, the distance was not far away. Under Bai Qingzhou's extremely fast running, within a few seconds, he saw the chaotic fighting scene ahead.
He began to search the crowd for his fellow disciples.
But at this moment, an angry shout suddenly sounded from the mountain!
"Evil thieves of the Wuji Alliance! Die to me all!"
Bai Qingzhou suddenly looked up and saw a white figure flying down the mountain suddenly out of thin air.
Bai Qingzhou's heart tightened. He was able to walk through the air without the help of a flying magic weapon. He was a foundation-building monk!
I saw this monk in white clothes, holding a short knife, jumping directly into the crowd of pursuing casual cultivators, and raised the knife in his hand!
For a moment, flesh and blood flew everywhere among the casual cultivators, and they screamed again and again!
The foundation-building monks faced the Qi-refining monks like a vicious wolf entering the sheepfold, and the docile lamb had no room for resistance.
In less than a few breaths, he directly harvested the lives of several casual cultivators.
Seeing such a powerful foundation-building monk, many casual cultivators shouted in fear and immediately dispersed.
"Run quickly!"
"Senior, spare my life!"
…
Various exclamations sounded.
Everyone ran for their lives in panic.
When Bai Qingzhou saw this, he stopped suddenly, turned around, and was about to run away, but at this moment, his expression changed drastically!
He saw a slender figure in front of the foundation-building monk, fighting seriously with a monk.
This made Bai Qingzhou instantly frightened!
That figure is Zhang Zhiyan!
Bai Qingzhou turned around suddenly and ran towards the foundation-building monk at the fastest speed in his life!
While running, he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Senior Sister Zhang! Let's go quickly!!"
The sound immediately attracted Zhang Zhiyan's attention, but it also attracted the attention of the foundation-building monk.
I saw him laughing evilly, holding a short knife, and rushing toward Zhang Zhiyan with an ethereal figure.
This made Bai Qingzhou's eyes wide open!
"Stop!!" he shouted angrily.
But he is too far away now!
He could only watch helplessly as the monk in white approached Zhang Zhiyan.
The short sword in his hand has also been raised!
And just then...
"Qiang!"
There was a fierce sound of weapons clashing.
Suddenly a figure in gray robes appeared and blocked the attack of the monks in white!
When Bai Qingzhou saw that figure, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hmph! You thief! You still want to kill my disciples!?" Nie Fang shouted angrily!
This person is none other than Nie Fang!
At the critical moment, he took action to save Zhang Zhiyan's life.
The white-clothed monk chuckled and said fiercely: "You bunch of beasts! Even if I die, I will never let you have an easy time! If you can, I will change you to another one!"
"Whoosh!"
A green figure passed by Bai Qingzhou again.
Bai Qingzhou felt his eyes blurred as a figure holding a green sword directly attacked the white-clothed monk!
"Qiang!"
This move was blocked again by the monk in white, making a harsh sound.
"I will never let you hurt my disciples again!" the female cultivator holding a green sword shouted angrily.
The visitor is Han Aoyu.
"Two against one, what are you capable of!" The white-clothed monk struck hard, widened the distance, and then flew away at high speed towards the rear.
"Don't even think about escaping!" The two elders immediately gave chase.
The speed of the foundation-building monk was so fast that he disappeared before his eyes in two breaths.
Seeing several foundation-building monks walking away, Bai Qingzhou hurriedly stepped forward and asked Zhang Zhiyan: "Senior Sister Zhang, are you okay?"
"I'm fine..." Zhang Zhiyan murmured with a hint of survival in her eyes, "Fortunately, the elder arrived in time..."
"Huh..." Bai Qingzhou breathed out heavily.
Just now he saw Zhang Zhiyan in a critical moment. He was suddenly covered in cold sweat and his hair stood on end. He still has lingering fears.
Bai Qingzhou glanced around cautiously and said: "Now they are in a desperate situation. There are some desperate people who can't save them all. We still don't want to be radical!"
Seeing Bai Qingzhou's appearance, Zhang Zhiyan hummed slightly, her eyes lit up slightly, and she was thoughtful.
"Kill!"
"The thief got away!"
Under the overwhelming numbers, the Qimu Sect disciples were defeated and retreated towards the back mountain. No one was left to resist.
In other words, those who seriously resisted are already dead.
Many casual cultivators who had been fleeing just now suddenly came back again after seeing the foundation-building monk being chased by two elders of the Xuanyang Sect.
A swarm of swarms chased towards the back mountain.
It seemed as if the entire Qimumen was going to be massacred.
The battle is ongoing...
Just when this group of casual cultivators was about to kill Hongyan, the Wuji Sect monks appeared in time, blocked the impulsive casual cultivators, tied up some of the monks who had lost the will to fight and knelt down to surrender, and sent them back to the spirit boat.
This also corresponds to what Zhang Chao said at the beginning of the war: if you put down your magic weapon and surrender, you can spare your life.
The Wuji Gate begins to take over the battlefield.
Everyone in Xuanyang Clan silently gathered in an open space, caring about each other's injuries.
Not long after, everyone saw the two elders flying back unscathed, with blood dripping from the swords in their hands.
Apparently the monk in white had fallen under the combined attack of the two elders.
"Let's go! Let's go back first, and the Wuji Sect will take care of the rest." Nie Fang came over and said to everyone.
Everyone agreed, sacrificed their magic weapons, and flew towards the spirit boat in the sky.
On the way back, Bai Qingzhou lowered his head and glanced at the strong monk who was killed by him, and found that he was lying on the ground in a very disgraceful manner, leaving only a thin shirt, looking extremely miserable.
I don't know who came over and dug through his body again, and took away all his valuables.
Back on the deck of the spirit boat, many casual cultivators and sects who had not participated in the battle came to congratulate the Xuanyang Sect.
"Elder Nie, you have really made a great contribution!"
"That's right, without the Xuanyang Gate, it would have taken a long time for this mountain-protecting formation to be broken!"
"That magic circle of yours looks great. What grade is it?"
Many inquiries and compliments immediately sounded out, and Nie Fang could only respond with a few simple words.
After a few words of greeting, Nie Fang left the eloquent Ji Heng to communicate with various forces, and then led everyone who was physically and mentally exhausted back to the room to rest.