"Xuanxiaozi, Wuyanzi, and the red-haired ghost, the three of you attack the kid's front. Miaoyinzi, you mainly attack the kid's back. I don't believe that that kid is not alive in this Dingtian Jueling Formation. ." The fat old Taoist gave the order to attack.
He didn't hide his intentions at all, and his voice didn't hide anything.
That voice also fell into Ding Xiaoyi's ears. After hearing the fat old Taoist's order, Ding Xiaoyi bit the long sword in his mouth, and then he carried the sleeping Su Zhenzhen on his back. on the back.
He tore his sleeves into countless strips of cloth, and then tied Su Zhenzhen to his back.
The three figures turned into three afterimages and rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi. They raised the weapons in their hands and attacked Ding Xiaoyi's vital parts.
Ding Xiaoyi raised the long sword in his hand, and he shouted: "Sword Swinging Style".
Following his sharp shout, a bright sword energy burst out.
"Dang, Dang, Dang",
The sound of three golden swords ringing out.
Ding Xiaoyi only felt three waves of Shen Xiong's strength pouring into his arm.
He stepped back, and the sword swung like the wind again.
The long sword condensed the pure sword energy into three months of light and swayed towards the three figures.
The faces of the three Taoists darkened, and they felt that the pure sword was unstoppable.
The sword energy instantly tore apart the energy they had concentrated on their weapons.
Just when Ding Xiaoyi was about to step forward, the long sword once again turned into three cold rays and stabbed into the chests of the three Taoists.
A figure turned into a puff of smoke and struck Su Zhenzhen on Ding Xiaoyi's back.
Ding Xiaoyi turned around and drew the long sword in his hand.
"Return to the Sword Style", he shouted sharply.
As soon as he yelled, the long sword turned into a shocking force and stabbed behind him.
After seeing Ding Xiaoyi's unstoppable sword strike, the middle-aged Taoist nun's expression changed.
The whisk in her hand was destroyed by Ding Xiaoyi's sword. At this time, she was holding a soft sword.
He saw the soft sword trying to wrap around the unconscious Su Zhenzhen, and Ding Xiaoyi stabbed the soft sword directly with a return sword move.
"Bang" sound,
A wisp of pure sword energy surged in and headed towards the middle-aged Taoist nun's wrist.
The middle-aged Taoist nun stumbled and her body shook several times.
Her face turned pale and she took a few steps back like a wisp of smoke.
After her body stood firm, Ding Xiaoyi's incomparable long sword drove straight towards the middle-aged Taoist nun's chest.
The middle-aged Taoist nun's face turned pale, and the soft sword in her hand slashed hard at the long sword.
With a "bang" sound, the soft sword struck down Ding Xiaoyi's long sword.
A violent force exploded, Ding Xiaoyi's body shook several times, and his face became solemn.
There is still some gap between him and these four Taoist priests because his cultivation is imprisoned. After all, although the cultivation of those Taoist priests also has an impact, it is much better than him.
Ding Xiaoyi steadied his body, and three more weapons with flashes of cold air came towards him.
He raised his eyes, swung the long sword in his hand, and pure sword energy roared out.
"Breaking device style",
I saw the long sword suddenly sweeping towards the three weapons filled with cold light in a cunning and weird way.
Ding Xiaoyi stood together, and the long sword in his hand turned into thousands of cold lights and rushed toward the three figures.
"Bang, bang, bang",
Only three dull sounds were heard.
The faces of the three Taoist priests were stern, and they kept retreating.
Ding Xiaoyi stood on a huge rock, looking down at the three Taoist priests who were in a terrible state.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, showing a confident and bold smile.
He looked at the three figures retreating in embarrassment with burning eyes, pointing the sword in his hand at the three Taoist priests.
The middle-aged Taoist nun behind her was already stunned by Ding Xiaoyi's inscrutable swordsmanship. Her eyes kept flickering, but she didn't dare to launch another attack from Ding Xiaoyi.
The three Taoist priests retreated to a rock, with horror in their eyes.
They didn't expect that Ding Xiaoyi's cultivation level was imprisoned, but he still had such strong fighting power.
"It's such a waste. Even a small swordsman who has been imprisoned can't handle it. All your years of cultivation have simply turned into a pig."
When the fat Taoist saw this, he couldn't help but cursed at the other four Taoist priests.
Hearing the fat Taoist priest's angry scolding, the four Taoist priests' faces turned green and white, with expressions of shame on their faces.
"Ling Chengzi, is your talisman array useful? Is that boy's cultivation really imprisoned?" The red-haired Taoist priest's face turned red, and then he asked the fat Taoist priest doubtfully.
After listening to the red-haired Taoist priest's question, the other three Taoist priests looked at the fat old Taoist priest with doubts on their faces.
"Nonsense, there is nothing wrong with our talisman array, but you four idiots are useless."
The fat old man's face turned blue with anger, and he yelled angrily.
"Hey, you guys are still fighting, this talisman formation is not that good. It's really embarrassing for you five scum to come out of the Taoist sect. Then fat old Taoist, why don't you come by yourself? Do you want the four of them to do it?" You idiot, come and die, and then you can fulfill yourself."
Ding Xiaoyi felt happy and said quietly to the fat old Taoist.
After hearing Ding Xiaoyi's words of inciting dissension, the fat old man's face became very ugly, and his eyes flickered.
The expressions of the other four Taoist priests changed, and they looked at the fat old Taoist with evil eyes.
"No wonder, Ling Chengzi, did you deliberately let this kid kill us, and then swallow the Su Xin White Lotus yourself?" The red-haired Taoist pointed at the fat old Taoist and cursed angrily.
"Red-haired ghost, what the hell are you talking about? We, the Five San cultivators in the East China Sea, share blessings and hardships, and yet you still doubt our own way."
When the fat old Taoist heard this, violent anger suddenly appeared on his face, and he pointed at the red-haired Taoist priest and scolded him.
"Ling Chengzi, this kid's cultivation is obviously imprisoned, why is he still so difficult to deal with?" The gray-clothed Taoist priest looked at the fat Taoist priest coldly, and then asked coldly.
"Wuyanzi, you ask me, I ask who to go to. Our Donghai Nine Mysteries Dingtian Formation has been activated, and that boy's cultivation has indeed been imprisoned. Do you still doubt me?"
The fat old Taoist was so angry that he replied angrily to the Taoist in gray.
"Hey, have you finished the quarrel? If not, you can continue. If the quarrel is over, we will continue." Ding Xiaoyi was afraid that the world would not be in chaos. He pointed at the fat old Taoist and others and said jokingly.
Seeing how confident Ding Xiaoyi was, the middle-aged Taoist nun's eyes flickered, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
But the red-haired Taoist priest looked at the fat old Taoist with anger on his face, and Xuan Xiaozi and Wuyanzi's eyes also flickered, and their cold eyes did not hide it at all.
The seeds of doubt have taken root in their hearts, or may have sprouted, but Ding Xiaoyi feels happy in his heart.
The human heart is simple to say, but in many cases it is the most difficult to predict.
As time passed, Ding Xiaoyi also felt that the strength of his physical body seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, and Su Zhenzhen behind him became heavier and heavier.
It was like he was carrying a huge mountain on his back. If he hadn't fused those two pairs of divine bones, he might have fallen down long ago.
Ding Xiaoyi knew that he couldn't panic. Even if he showed some flaws, the five Taoist priests would definitely notice.
So he still had a gentle smile on his face. The calmer he was, the less the five Taoist priests dared to act rashly.
Seeing the four Taoist priests with grim expressions, Ding Xiaoyi knew that his strategy had taken effect.
Regardless, once the seeds of doubt took root, their relationship began to unravel.
"You don't believe in this Taoism?" The fat old Taoist's face became extremely ugly, and he said coldly to the four Taoist priests.
"It's not that you don't believe it. If you want us to believe it, then you have to deal with that kid." The red-haired Taoist priest was outspoken and said angrily to the fat old Taoist.
"You guys are pig-brained," the fat old Taoist said with a hateful expression. He pointed at the red-haired Taoist priest and was so angry that he started to curse.
He swayed and appeared on a rock in front of Ding Xiaoyi.
He copied it with his hand and saw a flag appearing in his hand.
Ding Xiaoyi raised his eyes, and he could already feel an energy wave condensing on the flag that made his soul tremble.
But at this moment, Su Zhenzhen behind him suddenly let out a cry, and Ding Xiaoyi's heart moved. Su Zhenzhen seemed to have woken up.
