Jiang Yunchen didn't know if he heard her, and his eyelashes moved slightly.
Of course Zhao Yisu couldn't see it. She was putting all her energy into resisting those vines. She raised her knife and kept cutting the vine branches in the air. In fact, she herself had long since run out of strength. It was the Full Moon Sword that controlled her hand, allowing her to wield it and fight with her thoughts.
Of course, Gu Qianning and Ren Jinghua in the distance couldn't watch their partners in jail in vain, and they had already rushed into the battle side by side. But in the melee between the sixth and seventh grades, it was too difficult for them to get close to Zhao Yisu.
The two of them could only work together to contain a sixth-grade overhaul and take some of the pressure off Master Tianwei.
Seeing Ren Jinghua being hit directly on the chest by a sixth-grade ultimate move, and the heavy sword falling heavily, Lin Yuan couldn't stand still: "Senior Brother Ren!"
Ping Junhua pulled him back and said, "You fourth-grade bastard!"
Lin Yuan: "But..."
"They are fighting for their magic power, so you don't use your brain?" After Ping Junhua said this, he flew directly into the air, filled his dantian with anger, and shouted: "The lives of the low-ranking cultivators of Penglai Pavilion are in my hands! Anyone who wants to protect his disciples, disciples, and grandchildren, stop it!"
He had already picked up Ren Jinghua's heavy sword, and stepped on the barrier he had set up with his own hands like a gangster blowing up the street. He stood in the air carelessly, with the heavy sword in his hand threatening to smash the barrier at any time.
All of a sudden, all the Penglai Pavilion disciples in the barrier were dumbfounded.
When the Lingmen restrictions were opened just now, it was Ping Junhua and the others who didn't care about their family status and saved the lives of these lowly cultivators. Now in the blink of an eye, it has become a bargaining chip to blackmail Master?
Forget it, what's even weirder is that several sixth-grade masters and seventh-grade sect leaders are all trying to kill Master Tianwei without even looking this way.
Lin Yuan shouted to Ping Junhua in the barrier: "Come back! If Xiangchun really cared about the lives of his disciples, why would he just take out the Youjiao vines and kill them? You count down and see, who died in The more people are killed by the rain of forbidden arrows, the more people die by the poisonous gas of the wandering dragon vine!"
Ping Junhua: "..." Uh, so embarrassing.
No, it’s not me who’s embarrassed, it’s these disciples and grandsons of Penglai Pavilion.
He rushed into the battle with a cold face and cursed angrily in the air: "Look at what kind of rubbish sect you are following!"
"You...!" A low-level cultivator was dissatisfied and wanted to scold him. Looking around, he found that the other disciples were silent.
“Boom—!”
This sound was Master Jiangchun's spell, which knocked Master Tianwei to the edge of the hall, only ten feet away from Ping Junhua and the others. The huge shock wave directly shattered the barrier. This time, there was no need for Ping Junhua to threaten, and most of the low-level cultivators inside immediately fainted to death.
Ping Junhua reacted quickly. Taking advantage of the smoke caused by the shattered barrier, he waved Ren Jinghua's epee in his hand to open a passage. In the blink of an eye, he came to the back of Master Jiangchun - it turned out that he had performed so arrogantly just now. , just to make Master Jiangchun lower his guard.
Only when the enemy is unsuspecting will he have an opportunity to take advantage of him!
The smile on Ping Junhua's face has disappeared, and the hand holding the sword is brave and decisive - "Boom!"
He swung his heavy sword and struck Jiang Chun, but it didn't hurt him at all.
The flesh and bones of Jiang Chun and the heavy sword came into contact, but the sound was the collision of two hard objects. Ping Junhua felt that his sword struck the gold steel, and the shock force tore his tiger's mouth, and then hit him directly. The spiritual sea made him fly back upside down, and the blood he spit out drew an "airplane" line in the air.
"Bang——!!" Ping Junhua's body hit Gao Xiu hard, and unfortunately two more were crushed to death.
It was obvious that Jiang Chun used magic to throw him here deliberately.
Ping Junhua had veins popping up on his face. This move injured his spiritual sea and leaked the spiritual energy in his body. However, he was not in a hurry to heal the injury. Instead, he used the remaining energy to indulge in his mouth: "Jiangchun, you son of a bitch." ! A guy who can kill a thousand swords! You don’t take the life of a low-level cultivator as your destiny, do you?”
The low-level cultivators of Penglai Pavilion who were still alive dared not speak. They were all hiding in the barrier tremblingly, their hearts filled with complicated feelings.
Master Jiangchun didn't take Ping Junhua seriously at all. He finally got rid of all the entanglements and looked up. The spiritual gate was only a little bit away from closing.
This made him feel a little relieved, and there was contempt and arrogance in his eyes: "You have delayed it for too long, and you will die!"
He casually swept up the half-part of a dagger belonging to someone on the ground and threw it back into the air. He was supposed to directly pierce Jiang Yunchen and Zhao Yisu in the air, but was redirected by an ice crystal.
Gu Qianning's body was covered with wounds, and she almost risked her life to attract the firepower of Jiang Chun.
Master Tianwei, who was at the edge of the hall, finally got up, propped up his broken body and looked up. Jiang Yunchen closed his eyes tightly, and Zhao Yisu was fragile and swaying. The spiritual door behind them had gradually lost its fierce glow because it had devoured Chao Po's corpse, and was only a hair away from being completely closed.
Once the spiritual door is closed, all efforts will be in vain...
Master Tianwei didn't have the chance to hesitate anymore, he shouted loudly: "Nineteen!"
I don’t know where the Nineteenth Young Master came from. He is just a third-grade monk. It is a miracle that he can stand in the battlefield of high cultivators. But not only did he appear, he also stepped on the vines thrown by Master Tianwei and climbed up step by step. The speed was so fast that he actually escaped the restricted arrow rain and the pursuit of Master Jiangchun behind him.
The child's graceful figure was like a ghost. Even if Zhao Yisu stepped on the wind, he probably wouldn't dare to say that he was as fast as him.
In the blink of an eye, Nineteen flashed in front of Jiang Yunchen.
At this time, a complex and beautiful magical golden seal appeared in Jiang Yunchen's palm. There seemed to be a dragon coiled on the seal, trying to struggle and rush out of the sky, roaring. It's a pity that the dragon was trapped by the golden seal. It wandered and bumped in circles, but it couldn't break through.
Zhao Yisu felt that in Jiang Yunchen's seven-inch wide spiritual sea, all the spiritual energy was condensed on this golden dragon. Every time the golden dragon struck, Jiang Yunchen's blood surged and he was on the verge of death.
The pressure of the battle in the air was shared by his companions, so Zhao Yisu was just putting all his available spiritual power, elixirs, and talismans on Jiang Yunchen, trying to save his life.
Seeing Nineteen flying up, Zhao Yisu thought that this guy must have brought some life-saving method to fight for his life. Who would have thought that Nineteenth did nothing, or that he failed to do it, because Master Jiangchun's spell had already caught up with Nineteenth, and a heavy blow directly penetrated Nineteenth's abdomen, where the spiritual sea was.
Master Jiangchun's eyes were full of sinister hatred. Not only did he want to kill him, he also wanted to cut open his inner elixir alive!
Nineteen eyes and canthus were all cracked, and he spit out a mouthful of blood: "Pfft——!"
The blood sprayed all over Jiang Yunchen, and part of it crossed his shoulder and landed on the spirit gate again.
Strangely enough, after sensing Nineteen's blood, the almost completely closed spiritual door bloomed with spiritual light again, opening a hand-wide opening.
——"Isn't it true that only the blood of the saint can open the spiritual door?"
——"Nineteen...who is he?"
