The carriage stopped less than 5 miles away from the Moqu Mountains.
Everyone filed out of the car.
Under the moonlit sky, the mountain forest is covered with a light silver makeup. From a distance, it looks mysterious and solemn. It is impossible to tell that it is a paradise where blood and killings are brewing.
The driver looked at one of them and said with a smile: "Nangong Ping, I'll leave it to you to command here."
"knew."
The man nodded, turned to look at Ling Xiao and others, and said in a deep voice: "I hope you won't hold back later, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
"of course not."
"We are not only doing things for money, but also for ourselves!"
Everyone replied one after another, looking solemn.
Nangong Ping was very satisfied with this. After giving Ling Xiao, who had the weakest cultivation level, a meaningful look, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"
Everyone sacrificed their magic weapons one after another and flew away in the air.
Only Ling Xiao touched his nose helplessly, put a magic talisman on his body, and ran after everyone to escape the light.
"Everyone, I'm just waiting for good news here."
The driver's farewell came from behind.
While everyone was flying, they couldn't help but glance at Ling Xiao who was on the ground. The latter was running wildly on his legs, and his speed was not slow at all, chasing closely behind the team.
"Forging monk!"
Nangong Ping's tone could not hide his surprise.
Among casual practitioners, it is extremely rare for people to practice physical training. After all, the earning power of body-forging monks is much weaker than that of magic monks.
"It's not slow, but I don't know how strong it is?"
"If he doesn't hold back, he will succeed!"
Others said coldly.
Afterwards, everyone was silent and flew away with all their heart, rushing towards the entrance of Moqu Mountain Range.
Ling Xiao seemed to be struggling at the end, but in fact he still had enough energy to observe the team.
Among all the people, Nangong Ping is undoubtedly the strongest. With the ninth level of Qi Refining, he is undoubtedly the leader.
Among the remaining people, there are also several at the eighth level of Qi Refining.
I just didn't see the masked guest and the woman that day. Maybe they were responsible for attacking at another entrance.
While thinking, Ling Xiaotu's eyes narrowed.
The fox-faced girl actually lagged behind, looking like she was struggling, and kept telling everyone to slow down.
Good thing.
The journey was not far, and the team quickly approached the entrance, clearly seeing the restricted light curtain erected at the entrance. There were figures inside the light curtain.
Under the moonlight, these dozens of escaping lights were extremely conspicuous, and the Songshan Sword Sect disciples guarding the entrance quickly discovered their presence.
"Stop, what are you doing?!"
A sharp shout was the first sound that broke the silence.
After approaching a hundred meters away, Nangong Ping showed a ferocious look on his face, and said solemnly: "Do it!"
In the vast sky, a dozen sharp rays of light suddenly lit up, and with a ruthless sound of piercing the sky, they hit the forbidden light curtain hard!
The symbolic meaning of the restriction was greater than the actual meaning, and it had little defensive capability at all. Under the combined blow of more than a dozen high-level Qi refiners, it was shattered in an instant.
The moment the restriction was shattered, the Songshan Sword Sect also counterattacked, with more than twenty rays of light flying out of the forest and attacking fiercely.
"If you dare to stir up trouble with the Songshan Sword Sect, you will risk your life!"
"Kill them!"
"Kill!" Nangong Ping shouted murderously and led his team to greet the general.
The fight happened in an instant.
The escaping lights of both sides continued to intersect and change in the air, and they used magical weapons one after another to blast their opponents mercilessly.
In terms of cultivation, the black market team was obviously higher, while the Songshan Sword Sect had the advantage in numbers. The two sides were evenly matched for a while, and it was difficult to tell the difference.
"kill!"
A disciple of the Songshan Sword Sect aimed at Ling Xiao, the weakest-looking persimmon, and used a dripping sword to chop it down with unusual sharpness!
Ling Xiao was originally mixed in the crowd, using talismans to paddle the water. When he saw this, he no longer held back. He raised his hand and held up a yellow rope.
Binding fairy rope!
"idiot!"
The disciple sneered contemptuously, and with a deft turn of the dripping sword, he bypassed the rope that bound the immortals and struck Ling Xiao without hesitation!
Ling Xiao looked at the sword's potential, crossed his feet, turned around like lightning, and dodged.
At the same time, the immortal rope also flew in front of the disciple and rolled up like a spiritual snake!
The disciple didn't even look at the Immortal Binding Rope. This kind of rubbish magic weapon was not worthy of his attention at all. He was fully focused on manipulating the dripping sword to create waves of sinking water, trying to imprison Ling Xiao.
Suddenly, the disciple spotted something out of the corner of his eye.
What is wrapped around the end of the fairy rope?
As soon as this thought came to my mind, I heard Ling Xiao sneer lowly, and the speed of the immortal rope increased rapidly. In an instant, it appeared in front of the man, and it was wrapped around easily.
The expression on the latter's face suddenly stiffened, and then his neck tilted, and his big head strangely separated from his body and fell!
"Huh? What did you do?"
A surprised voice came from the side.
But he saw the fox-faced girl running up to him at some point, staring at the fairy rope in surprise.
"Nothing." Ling Xiao silently retracted the rope that bound the immortal, casually took the storage bag from the body, and then rushed a dozen meters away like lightning to pounce on another Songshan Sword Sect disciple.
Meteor attack!
That man was attacking another black market master, and he didn't expect that Ling Xiao would attack him. When he reacted, his fists were like a violent storm, and he was smashing down crazily.
He reluctantly raised a shield.
Dong dong dong...
More than a dozen heavy drums roared, and the shield shook wildly and was about to collapse.
Just when the disciple's face turned pale, Ling Xiaohu stopped fighting and turned around to retreat.
The disciple was stunned for a moment.
Just at this fatal moment, a dazzling light suddenly erupted from behind, and a flaming sword slashed mercilessly at his back!
"ah!"
In the dark night, there was a scream.
"Hahaha... you are so smart!"
A knife-wielding black market expert laughs wildly.
At this moment, Ling Xiao appeared behind another Songshan Sword Sect disciple and launched a fierce attack without hesitation!
The fist hit the protective shield with great force and hit it hard. After the protective shield was deformed, Ling Xiao drifted away again.
He was like a whirlwind, blowing through the chaotic battlefield, beating one enemy after another.
No.
Not a whirlwind.
It's a shit stirrer!
Ling Xiao's violence frightened countless Songshan Sword Sect disciples, but this person was slippery and extremely fast. He could hit and run, and ordinary magic weapons couldn't catch up with him.
The disciples of the Songshan Sword Sect not only have to deal with the frontal attacks from the masters of the black market, but they also have to be on guard against Ling Xiao, the troublemaker in team fights. Their hands are tied and they are in a dangerous situation.
The balance of the situation is gradually tilting towards the black market.
"Hahaha, interesting! Interesting!"
There was another laughter in the field.
Ling Xiao took the time to turn around and saw the fox-faced girl's escaping light moving strangely through the crowd. She also imitated him and ran away.
There are two shit-stirring sticks.
"I learn pretty quickly..."
Ling Xiao secretly snorted, but he was also deeply impressed.
His style of play seems simple and mindless, but in fact it requires strong strength and speed.
If you are not strong enough and cannot impress people, they will ignore you at all.
If you don't run fast enough, you can easily fall into the angry encirclement of enemies.
Judging from this, the fox-faced girl's strength far exceeds what she shows.
While Ling Xiao was thinking, Nangong Ping had already killed five Songshan Sword Sect disciples in a row. He was full of evil energy, pointed his sword and halberd at the sky, and shouted: "Kill them all, leave no one behind!"
The black market masters shouted loudly, and the sound was heard everywhere.
The disciples of the Songshan Sword Sect all had earth-colored faces, and their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley, knowing that they might not be able to survive today.
suddenly!
A gloomy voice suddenly came from behind Nangong Ping, "Who do you want to kill?"
The stern look on Nangong Ping's face suddenly condensed, then his neck tilted, and his head rolled to the ground!
