Zhao Yisu showed no fear. She was really angry. Using the spiritual power technique would consume too many spiritual stones and would not be effective. It would be better to just fight in close combat and kill them!
The person in front of him had just fallen, and the people on the left and right immediately made up for him.
Zhao Yisu twirled the two knives in his palms, the back of the knife was close to his arm, the blade pointed outward, and he continued to rush towards the two people...
At the same time, Dongfang Yu stepped on the Cangsheng Sword and flew forward at the fastest speed.
Cangsheng Sword suffered heavy damage in the last battle, and before it had time to recover, it was beaten by the robbers again. Now the sword has no light, is gray and decayed, and shows the pitiful strength of a powerful crossbow.
This is Dongfang Yu's natal sword. The Cangsheng Sword is in poor condition, which means that the owner of the sword is not much better.
He didn't even have the extra spiritual power to stop his own bleeding. He could only grit his teeth and mutter to himself: "People, people, please give me some courage. If you persist a little longer, find someone, and Zhao Yisu will be saved..."
As he flew, he frantically spread his consciousness around. For him who was about to run out of spiritual energy, this move was very dangerous, but he couldn't care too much.
At that time, the three of them were more fragile than the other and were surrounded by others. The best plan was to let Zhao Yisu, who was in the best condition among the three, delay time and run away to find reinforcements. If they were forced to stay, they would only hold each other back. Besides, the other party said "capture alive", which meant that Zhao Yisu still had a glimmer of hope.
Now Dongfang Yu was using all his spiritual power to fly with his sword. He didn't even have the strength to add a layer of protective shield to himself. He didn't know how long he had been walking. He felt a little itchy at the corner of his mouth. He subconsciously licked it, only to find that it was his skin. The chill in the sky was so cold that it actually split along the corners of his mouth when he sipped it just like that.
In addition to his mouth, one of his eyes was also a little unable to open. I don't know if his eyelids were blown stiff or for some other reason.
When did Dongfang Yu, the handsome young master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, ever feel so embarrassed? But he didn't care about anything, and the consciousness he radiated frantically looked around... Where is the town? Hurry up, hurry up and towns will appear. As long as there are towns, there will be monks. Only with monks will there be hope. Hurry up and hurry up...
Finally, a city vaguely appeared where the consciousness could reach.
Just when Dongfang Yu rushed there desperately, a figure suddenly flew out from behind!
Dongfang Yu was chased all the way, and he already had some psychological shadow. His hands were faster than his brain, and he threw him out with one blow with all his strength!
However, a familiar voice immediately came from behind: "Hey, how can you hit someone? If you weren't too weak, I would have to give you a hammer..."
"Wang Polu!" Dongfang Yu shouted loudly, his voice trembling slightly at the end.
"Huh?" Wang Polu hadn't recognized Dongfang Yu yet, but felt that this man's voice sounded familiar. Fortunately, he didn't fight back when he was attacked. Otherwise, in the current state of this ugly man, wouldn't he be liable for a life if he just hit him? !
"Who are you? Do you know me?" Wang Polu grabbed the falling man from a high altitude, but he didn't dare to use force, for fear of breaking the tattered man's arm again.
"I'm Dongfang Yu, go and save Zhao Yisu!"
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At this time, Zhao Yisu had been fighting with the men in black for countless rounds. Most of the people surrounding her had been reduced, but the morale of the opponent's attack was getting stronger and stronger.
Zhao Yisu felt that this was really weird. Why was it that the fewer people left, the harder it was to kill them? It's as if the living have inherited the legacy of the dead and become stronger and stronger... Wait, this is not her imagination.
After Zhao Yisu killed a man in black again, he held back his nausea and grabbed the body of the man in black. There was a feeling of breath flowing in the palm of her hand. She looked around and found a faint black smoke floating around in the void, which was absorbed by other living men in black.
Due to the concealment of the sea of clouds and the fact that her opponent deliberately blocked her view, she had not discovered this situation until now.
"Kill!" The spiritual power of the living man who had just absorbed the black energy surged, and he suddenly shot a black light at Zhao Yisu!
Zhao Yisu raised his hand to take it, and the two strong spiritual powers connected in the air, making a muffled sound.
Zhao Yisu felt the spiritual power surge inside his body, and even his spiritual sea felt a dull pain. This palm should be a fourth-grade Dzogchen realm skill. Could it be that after the opponent absorbed the black energy of his companion, his cultivation level would still increase?
At this time, there were four people alive at the scene. One of them seemed to sense something and suddenly said: "Someone is approaching, fight quickly!"
Zhao Yisu's scattered consciousness found nothing. How could the other party's consciousness be further away than hers who was at the fifth level of cultivation?
Something's wrong...
Four men in black rushed towards her at the same time. Zhao Yisu stared at the tip of the sword in front of her. The cold light from the sword shone in her eyes, and it was almost an inch away from severing her throat. Instead of retreating, she stepped forward to meet the tip of the sword!
"Cang Cang——!" Just as the tip of the sword was about to penetrate her throat, a spell flew out from the sea of clouds on the side.
"You said I'd capture him alive, you idiot!" The voice of the speaker had the unique hoarse sound of a demonic body. As this voice came out, the man in black who almost stabbed Zhao Yisu's throat was killed on the spot. .
Zhao Yisu sneered: "Sure enough." There was someone hiding in the sea of clouds.
Everyone present wore black cloaks, their faces could not be seen clearly, and their voices were muffled, and it was difficult to tell where they came from. She subconsciously thought that the person commanding the battle must be one of the people she saw. It was not until just now that she realized that there must be an opponent with a higher level of cultivation than herself.
I took the risk and successfully lured the snake out of its hole.
The man emerged from the sea of clouds. He was also dressed in black and his face could not be seen clearly. However, as soon as he appeared, the other men in black immediately gave in and showed enough respect.
"Hey, don't fight?" Zhao Yisu held a scimitar and stood in the wind, looking heroic.
"You are very good." The man in black praised her hoarsely: "Don't you like spiritual stones? Join us and you will have countless wealth."
The man in black raised his hand, and a huge amount of high-grade spiritual stones piled up in his palm like a hill, and continued to spread downwards.
Zhao Yisu squinted his eyes, pretending to stare at the spirit stones, but in fact, his attention was entirely on the man's exposed skin.
The gray skin is lifeless, and the blood vessels under the skin are black, spreading from the back of the hands to the sleeves, like poisonous snakes, which is frightening.
What are the origins of these people? Could it be that he is a monk who is bewitched and controlled by a demonic body like Master Rongyue?
"Answer me!" The other party couldn't wait for her answer, so he rushed forward angrily and grabbed Zhao Yisu's collar.
The two sides were so close that Zhao Yisu still couldn't see each other's facial features clearly. He could only feel the strong demonic energy lingering in front of his eyes: "Are you a demon?"
she asked directly.
The man ignored him and said in an ugly voice: "Join us! If you agree, you will have a golden mountain; if you refuse, your body will be separated."
Zhao Yisu ignored him and continued to ask his own question: "Or are you a monk and have been corrupted by demonic energy?"
"Chi chi chi chi..." The man chuckled a few times, his voice sounding like the fart sound from a deflated balloon. It was very unpleasant: "Looks like he is another guy who doesn't know how to show appreciation."
The hand holding her collar gradually moved up, and the thick demonic aura gradually covered Zhao Yisu's eyes.
She heard the man who was neither human nor ghost say: "Then go die."
Zhao Yisu felt the hand holding her neck gradually tighten, but when he was about to break her throat, he suddenly loosened it.
A horrified groan came from the throat of the person in front of him. Zhao Yisu opened his palms. The soul-killing pill was frantically absorbing the demonic energy at the scene, making all the men in black shriveled up in an instant.
"Okay, then go die." She stepped on the body of the man in black and took off his head: "The kind that separates the corpse."
