“Boom—!”
This was the sound of a broken dragon vine hitting the floor. The vine was so strong that it made a wide crack on the floor of the main hall. The vine was embedded several inches deep into the floor, and the waves of spiritual power it caused were The river of blood on the ground opened up a clear cutting line.
Everyone's consciousness was shocked by the unexpected fall, and the stinging sensation was nauseating.
The thick vine kept flowing poisonous sap from the fracture, which not only corroded the jade floor, but also emitted a gray smog in the air. The vine snaked forward, as if it could feel its own pain. , struggling from side to side, looking a little scary.
The restricted arrow rain in the air was still falling, and some landed on the dragon vine. Because they could not pierce the vine, they were bounced to pieces. You must know that the arrow rain can directly penetrate the monk's barrier, but it cannot even damage the skin of the dragon vine.
But just such a hard and weird dragon vine was cut off by Zhao Yisu with a single blow.
Everyone watching the battle was so horrified that they forgot to breathe. Not to mention the low-level cultivators, even the several sixth-grade cultivators in front of them were speechless.
Ren Jinghua looked at this fellow junior fellow student as if he were looking at a monster - so is the newcomer in Fuxi Mountain already so scary? !
In the endless silence, Ping Junhua secretly swallowed his saliva and reflected on whether he had offended Zhao Yisu in any way before. He should not let her cut off his head with a knife...
As for Gu Qianning, she forgot to throw the ice icing she lifted forward. Her original intention was to try her best to save her good sisters, but now she couldn't help but wonder - did Zhao Yisu need her to save him? The ones who need help more are the old, weak, sick and disabled like them, right?
As for Lin Yuan, there is only endless admiration for the strong in his eyes!
Senior Sister Zhao...she is so strong! Really strong! Even stronger than Senior Brother Ren of the Fifth Stage Dzogchen! Ren Jinghua once smashed a sixth-level monster with one sword, and that sword was earth-shattering. It also made Ren Jinghua an irreplaceable god of war in his heart, making him willing to follow this strong man to fight in all directions, but now Zhao Yisu's image has been erased from Ren Jinghua's. place in his heart.
Is there anyone among the mid-level monks who can be Zhao Yisu's opponent? Senior Sister Zhao, she also accepts comrades... No, does she also accept apprentices?
In the silence of the entire audience, the blood was quickly draining from Master Jiangchun's face.
"How, how is it possible?"
The dragon vine will break. A day ago, this was something that he would not have believed even to death, but now it was really happening in front of him.
It was still cut off by a monk who didn't even have a sixth grade.
Zhao Yisu stood still in the air. Her internal organs had been shattered by the reaction force, and her whole body was in severe burning pain.
Half of the broken dragon vine was stuck in Jiang Yunchen's heart, oozing blood and poisonous juice ferociously. The poisonous smoke corroded Zhao Yisu's back, causing blue veins to appear on her forehead in pain.
Even worse than him was Jiang Yunchen. His eyes were closed tightly, and he was floating in the sky. The wound on his chest was still oozing blood, and he looked like he was about to drain all the blood from his body. The poisonous smoke had already corroded half of his body. Bones. The spiritual door behind him emitted a fierce purple-red light, making his already pale face look less like a living thing.
He had no idea of healing his wounds and saving his life. His whole body was floating in the air, and all his spiritual power was concentrated in the seal in his hand. He was doing it decisively and crazily.
Zhao Yisu didn't know what this seal was, but she could already sense Jiang Yunchen's determination to fight to the death. Damn it, Jiang Yunchen handed over the rope that held the fate of the two of them, and Zhao Yisu had no choice but to catch it. If she doesn't want to die, she must wrap this rope of fate in her own bones and blood, and must not fall. Even if she only has her last breath, she must continue to fight!
Even if you die, you will die standing up!
Zhao Yisu's frail body stood in the air, still holding the scimitar that had cut off the dragon vine in his hand. He was already covered in blood, but his eyes were still full of fighting spirit.
It was such a monk that Master Jiangchun actually forgot to make a move when he looked into her eyes.
"Chao Po's body has been transformed, think of a way!" Master Mo Jing shouted.
Master Jiangchun's pupils shrank, and he slowly exhaled, regaining his consciousness. Looking up, Chao Po's body had completely merged into the gap in the spirit gate, leaving only the last bit of hair to prove that she had ever existed.
Master Jiangchun's eyes showed strong murderous intent: "Kill them!"
Several sixth-grade real people thought that the master was enough to deal with these two mid-level monks, so they focused on snatching Chao Po's body. After all, Chao Po's body was of extraordinary significance to Penglai Pavilion.
But who would have thought that now that the body has not been recovered, the leader has suffered heavy losses, lost his wife and lost his troops.
Mo Jing had the hottest temper. After Jiang Chun ordered the killing, the wood spiritual power rose, and a black thorn pointed directly at Zhao Yisu's life gate.
Gu Qianning had already held Bing Ling in her hand, and now she threw the magic weapon out without hesitation to stop the thorn.
But before the ice hit the thorn, another vine appeared from the side and struck the life-threatening thorn first.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound exploded in the air, the smoke dissipated, and the thorns had exploded into several pieces.
Master Mo Jing then spat out a mouthful of blood and turned his head in horror to look at where the vines came from, where Master Tian Wei was.
His eyes were full of disbelief: "You, you...?"
Master Tianwei didn't give him a chance to react. His expression was indifferent, and his men moved very quickly, controlling the vines to penetrate directly through Mo Jing's heart.
The soul of the sixth-grade overhaul breaks away from the dead body and waits for an opportunity to escape.
Tian Wei casually took off the plain wood hairpin from his head and gently threw it in the direction of Yuanshen. I don't know what kind of spiritual power the hairpin contained, but it penetrated directly through the soul. With a "dang" sound, the little soul was nailed to the nine dragon pillars of the hall.
Everything happened too fast, from Master Mo Jing's attack on Zhao Yisu, to Gu Qianning throwing ice to save people, to Master Tian Wei killing his body and destroying his soul... When Master Mo Jing's soul was nailed to Jiulong When she was on the pillar, Gu Qianning's ice had just been summoned back to her hand.
Seeing that Master Mo Jing was dead, the remaining three sixth-grade monks finally reacted and all attacked Master Tianwei!
——"Tianwei, you actually want to betray the master!"
——"Today we will kill you, an unfilial disciple, on behalf of our ancestor!"
"Oh, you don't want such a sect!" There was a trace of obvious disgust on Tian Wei's indifferent expression.
He is a sixth-grade Dzogchen. Although he is higher in cultivation than other sixth-grades in the same sect and is more adept at fighting, he was able to kill Mo Jing instantly by surprise. It would be difficult to face three sixth-grades at the same time.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides were fighting in the air. These people had wood spiritual power and had the same cultivation level. The green vines that filled the sky swept through everything like monster tentacles. The battle between Gao Xiu and Gao Xiu often caused the earth to collapse, and the magnificent Lingyun Hall was soon shattered into ruins under the fighting between the two sides...
Wave after wave of spiritual energy hit the nerves of the low-level cultivators, and Zhao Yisu was unable to stand firmly in the air due to the huge turbulence. He also had to fend off the vine branches that might fly over at any time and accidentally injure them.
"Well -" After being swept by a vine branch on her shoulder, she gritted her teeth and still couldn't control the blood spilling from the corner of her mouth: "Jiang Yunchen, I can't hold on much longer."
As she spoke, the hand holding the Full Moon Knife trembled slightly because of too much force: "This is almost killing me. You haven't told me how to unlock the fate lock. No matter what method, try it first, just in case it can be unlocked." , one of us can survive."
