On the battlefield, the purple warriors were extremely arrogant, still crushing the three of Wei Qing mercilessly.
However, because of Xiao Heng's help, Wei Qing's pressure has been reduced a lot.
What they have to do now is to drag him until the other disciples from Narcissus Island arrive.
The five groups on Narcissus Island have always been very close to each other. Jian Wushuang and Xiao Heng's group were the fastest to get here, but the other groups were not much slower.
In just a moment, another small group arrived, but they were still only two second-class disciples of gods and demons. But with the two of them joining, the five of them could join forces and compete head-on with the purple warrior.
After a while, the fourth group arrived, and Su Tong was among this group.
After Su Tong arrived, she rushed directly into the battlefield and fought against the purple warriors like lightning. Her first-class gods and demons' combat power was fully unleashed.
She used her spear, and the spear stabbed out one after another, silently, and her figure was like a ghost. The tip of the spear struck the huge body of the purple soldier again and again.
Although the purple soldier swung his mace fast, he couldn't block Su Tong's spear at all.
"Senior Sister Su Tong's marksmanship is quite good. Her understanding of marksmanship is also very high, and she is probably already a master of marksmanship." Jian Wushuang was secretly surprised.
They were also first-class gods and demons, but in front of Su Tong, the purple warrior could only be teased.
The purple soldier's mace could not touch the corner of Su Tong's clothes, but Su Tong's spear struck the purple soldier again and again.
After being hit for more than ten times in a row, although the purple soldiers were extremely tough, some cracks had appeared in the purple rocks on their bodies. Seeing this, the purple soldiers no longer wanted to continue fighting, but turned around and fled.
Su Tong and others did not pursue him either.
After all, it was just a soldier left by the Red Stone Saint in this saint's tomb. Even if it was smashed, it would not have any substantive meaning. On the contrary, it would cost a lot of effort.
"Have you finally been repulsed?"
Su Tong withdrew his spear, looked at the direction in which the purple soldiers were escaping, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "This soldier is indeed made by the red stone saint himself. Not only is it extremely powerful, but its body is also very hard. My
The long spear hit its body more than ten times in succession, but it only caused a slight crack in its body. If I want to completely smash it, I'm afraid I have to bombard it head-on hundreds of times!"
"Moreover, this is just a purple warrior. The most terrifying thing in the saint's tomb is the bloody warrior. It is said that it can compete with the peak gods and demons!"
Su Tong secretly admired.
Several other core disciples have also relaxed.
Wei Qing, who was fighting the purple soldiers at the beginning, and the core disciple who was with him sat directly on the ground, both of them breathing heavily.
"Are you okay?" Su Tong walked up and asked.
"There's nothing serious about me, it's just Senior Brother Wei Qing..." The core disciple frowned tightly.
Everyone immediately looked at Wei Qing, and then realized that Wei Qing's face was extremely pale, and his aura was also very weak.
Su Tong immediately stepped forward to investigate.
"Fortunately, although he was seriously injured and consumed a lot of his divine power, his combat power will be affected to a certain extent in a short period of time. But as long as he has the help of pills, he can return to his peak condition in less than ten days." Su Tong said.
Hearing this, the surrounding core disciples also nodded secretly.
Although it will be difficult for Wei Qing to reach his peak strength within these ten days, don't forget that the competition for the six most important seats will take more than twenty days. Wei Qing will definitely have time.
"In Su Tong's world, Senior Brother Wei Qing has been seriously injured and his strength has been damaged. The combat strength of his team will be greatly reduced. If we encounter the same crisis again, I am afraid it will be difficult to sustain it for so long, so should we put the five
Let’s readjust the group.” A core disciple said.
"Well, we need to make some adjustments, but don't worry, let's wait until Senior Brother Zhong Yi and his team arrive first," Su Tong said.
Everyone was waiting in this open space while recovering their magical power.
Not long after, the last group, the one Zhong Yi was in, also arrived.
At the same time, Zhong Yi also understood the situation.
"Junior Brother Wei Qing is seriously injured. It's best not to take action in the next few days and just recover his strength with all his strength. So in the next few days in the outer layer, Junior Brother Wei Qing will be in the same group as me," Zhong Yi said.
"Yeah." Su Tong and others also agreed.
It has to be said that Zhong Yi, as the most outstanding genius disciple of Narcissus Island in this era, is also the leader among the ten disciples of Narcissus Island who entered the Saint's Tomb this time. He is still worthy of the word "senior brother". He had proposed to Jian Wushuang before.
Follow him so that he can better balance the strengths of each group, and he can also try his best to take care of Jian Wushuang, but unfortunately he was rejected by Jian Wushuang.
Now that Wei Qing's strength was damaged and unable to take action, he asked Wei Qing to follow him.
The five groups readjusted and waited for their divine power to recover before they set off to continue searching for those purple talismans.
suddenly……
In the void not far from them, black dots appeared out of thin air, and these black dots were rushing towards their direction at an alarming speed.
Zhong Yi, Su Tong and Jian Wushuang all noticed the existence of those black spots immediately, and all three of them immediately looked over.
"This is..." Zhong Yi frowned.
"Is he a genius disciple from another sect?" Su Tong also narrowed his eyes slightly.
But in the blink of an eye, the black dot that was still in the sky appeared in front of them.
A total of ten figures appeared in front of Jian Wushuang and others.
Among these ten people, the leader is the young man in blood, Tang Xiao from Xuanlei Pavilion!
"Who did I think he was? It turned out to be someone from Xuanlei Pavilion."
After seeing the person clearly, Zhong Yi's mouth showed a touch of teasing, and he looked towards the person, "Tang Xiao, long time no see. Your injury healed very quickly. Both arms have recovered as well?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiao's facial muscles twitched slightly.
More than ten years ago, he suffered a big loss at the hands of Zhong Yi. Not only was he seriously injured by Zhong Yi, but both of his arms were cut off by Zhong Yi in front of many people.
If the Lei Pavilion disciple had any concerns about his identity, he would probably have died at the hands of Zhong Yi that time.
Although more than ten years have passed since that battle, Tang Xiao has always regarded it as a great shame and humiliation.
Today, he came to Zhong Yi specifically to cause trouble, but before he could say anything, Zhong Yi opened his mouth to reveal his scars, which made his face burn with pain, and a burning rage instantly burned in his heart.