While several great monks were fighting in the center of the battlefield, Xu Huaigu and Li Zi also saw the Taoist priest being attacked by a large fiery red bird, which fell into the woods like a bird with broken wings.
Li Zi was shocked to see the Taoist priest who was omnipotent in her eyes falling straight from the sky. Golden threads gathered from all directions and poured into his chest like a water column. The scene was desolate and sad.
She was worried about the Taoist priest's safety, and immediately shouted anxiously: "Xu Huaigu, let's go and have a look! Master has been knocked down!"
Xu Huaigu covered his forehead and frowned, feeling very confused.
Bai Xiaoyu told them to stay where they were and wait for the Taoist priest to come to them. But the Taoist priests are now unable to protect themselves, and their lives may be in danger. They have too much time to take care of themselves, so how can they find the time to find them?
But with their strength, rushing to the Taoist priests now would not only not be able to help, but would also be dangerous. Reason told Xu Huaigu to stay where he was.
But Xu Huaigu only thought for a moment and had the answer. Regardless of whether he can help or not, the Taoist priests have always treated them well by bringing them out of Qingling.
Humans are not beasts, how can they be ruthless?
He put the heavy long sword on his back, stood up again, and was suddenly a little shorter. He turned to Li Zi and said, "Come on, let's go take a look!"
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In the woods, the Taoist priest was lying on a platform made of gold wire. His face was pale, and his face no longer had the elegance and handsomeness of a young man. It was more like a decrepit old man, withered and weak, and his temples and hair began to look dull. The transformation from black hair to white hair is very different from the previous image.
This is because he was injured too seriously, his magic power and energy have been greatly damaged, and he cannot maintain his original appearance.
Golden threads of light shuttle rapidly. It entered from the wound on his chest, and then passed out from all parts of his body, over and over again, wrapping his whole body like a golden silkworm chrysalis, exuding radiant light.
He didn't even have the strength to sigh, so he just closed his eyes quietly and took the time to heal.
He estimated that it would be difficult for him to survive. Ying Ya was still there, and a ninth-level demon from the demon clan was already unstoppable. He also lost all his fighting power. Whether he could survive or not would only be left to chance.
Sure enough, within a moment, Song Ruo, who had sneak-attacked him, landed next to him, looking proudly at the ninth-level prey that he had successfully attacked. From now on, he would add another highlight to his list of achievements.
As soon as Song Li fell down, the golden threads seemed to be facing a formidable enemy. They all wanted to stay away from the man who was full of evil spirits, but they could not abandon the Taoist priest, so they only made an attacking posture to confront Song Li.
Song Ru didn't care. Without the control of the Taoist priest, Jinxian only relied on instinct to fight, which was really nothing to worry about.
He stood facing the Taoist priest and allowed him to recover while looking at the battle situation in the sky. A ten-level monk defeated three ninth-level monks. This grand scene was a grand event that had not happened in the Central Region for many years. If he studies it carefully, he might be able to gain some insights and take his practice to a higher level.
Suddenly, Song Ruo turned his head in surprise and looked at a frosty blue sword energy on the horizon. He frowned deeply as the coldness flew towards him quickly.
The biggest variable in this layout, the tenth realm monk Deng Zhiyuan, has finally arrived.
As the sword energy descended, the surrounding vegetation showed signs of freezing into ice, and a powerful aura spread out.
Song Li knew that the next battle was the real battle, and the previous battle could only be used to stretch his muscles. Sure enough, Ying Ya's deep voice called out in his heart: "Song Zhu, don't worry about the stinky Taoist priest anymore, come up and help me!"
Song Ruo glanced at the Taoist priest with unclear eyes, then transformed into the body of a monster and flew into the sky. A burst of flames remained under his flight path for a long time. The water vapor in the surrounding trees was suddenly evaporated, leaving behind burnt yellow leaves and tree trunks. .
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Xu Huaigu and Li Zi were still struggling through the woods, rushing towards the place where the Taoist priest fell. Along the way, the ground was covered with mud, and all kinds of unknown mosquitoes were dancing wildly. The environment was extremely harsh.
They had all seen the sword light before. It was very powerful. They didn't know which god had joined the battle. Anyway, these big things had nothing to do with them. All they could do was try their best to change small things.
The battle in the sky gradually intensified, and everyone was red-eyed. Sword light, black mist, and flames mixed with each other and flew everywhere unscrupulously. Every time a spell landed, a large piece of forest was destroyed, and the earth and rocks were shattered into dust. The hills were leveled.
Binxi in the distance was also within their attack range. The people and nobles of Binxi watched this battle with fear. Now their identities were finally equal. As long as the residual power spreads even slightly, a city with a history of hundreds of years will be destroyed, and no one will be spared.
The battle between masters is not so easy to determine the winner. The fierce battle has been fought from day to night. But the white light, thunder, and flames in the sky are endless, making the night sky as bright as day. From a very far distance, it looks like a beautiful fireworks display.
Xu Huaigu and Li Zi were already exhausted, but they still held their breath and trudged forward.
The clothes that were still beautiful in the morning were completely stained by dirt and dust. Xu Huaigu's cheeks were scratched in several places by sharp thorns in the woods. They were dripping with blood and his face was terrifying.
His legs and feet were as heavy as lead. Xu Huaigu finally saw a golden light flickering in front of him among the leaves. He looked shocked and said happily: "Look, that must be a Taoist priest!"
Li Zi followed his gaze and looked excited, saying anxiously: "Let's go quickly and go up and have a look!"
When the two saw their target, they stepped forward quickly. The golden light in front of him gradually brightened, and an old man lay on a golden platform. His wounds had healed, and his hair and beard were all gray. He didn't look like a Taoist priest at all. The only thing that could prove his identity was the gray and white fish pattern Taoist robe on his clothes.
Xu Huaigu panted and looked at the sleeping Taoist priest on the platform with mixed emotions.
He didn't know what he could do, and he didn't dare to disturb him rashly, so he sat down and leaned against a pine tree as big as a bowl. He took off the heavy long sword that he had carried on his back all day, and his body suddenly felt like he was liberated. Exhaling is much smoother.
Li Zi was still standing next to the old man and watching him silently, feeling disappointed. The little girl began to shed tears again in the corners of her eyes. It seemed that she still had some feelings for this cheap master whom she had vaguely recognized.
Xu Huaigu was not so sad. He was still a little alienated from the Taoist priest after all. He only regarded him as the benefactor who pulled him out of the green mountains. He didn't have much emotion. He was more curious about which side in the sky would win.
The situation in the battle in the sky was reversed directly after Deng Zhiyuan appeared. Now the situation is not optimistic for the Demon Sect.
After all, Ying Ya was a veteran of the Tenth Realm. While dealing with Deng Zhiyuan, a newcomer to the Tenth Realm, he also had to deal with Liang Chen's sneak attack. Murong Di also stood in the distance and attacked with Taoist thunder to restrain his position. We also have to guard against it.
Song Ruo could only deal with Luo Yuran. He was originally good at attacking and winning with speed, but Luo Yuran's swordsmanship was extremely powerful, his sword name was "Haoran", and he had natural restraint against demons and evil spirits. He kept suppressing Song Ruan to death. Failure is only a matter of time.
It was not easy for Ying Ya and Song Ru to hold on until night.
Ying Ya saw that the situation was over and knew that it was impossible to defeat Zhengdao head-on this time. However, the Taoist priest was seriously injured, and the formation to defend against the demon clan in the south could not be set up for the time being. The basic purpose of their operation had been achieved, and they could almost withdraw.
Although he was a little unwilling, Ying Ya still knew the priority of the situation and reminded Song Ru over there: "The matter is over, let's go!"
Song Ruo barely resisted under Luo Yuran's sword and had been complaining for a long time. As soon as he heard the order to retreat, he immediately used the secret escape technique. His whole body burned like a flame, and with a "swish" sound, it turned into a flame shadow and disappeared into the horizon. .
Luo Yuran was still unwilling to give up, and slashed in the direction of his escape with his sword. The sword light was like a rainbow, and it spread thousands of miles. However, Song Rui ran too fast, and he couldn't even catch up with his sword energy.
Ying Ya stretched out his hand to block another lightning strike. His arm was a little numb from the shock. Then he turned to the side, and the sharp dagger blade passed in front of his eyes, cutting off a few inches of flying long hair.
Ying Ya was surrounded by three people and didn't care. He laughed and said, "What can you do to me? I can leave if I want. Who can stay?"
His eyes turned ferocious and he looked into the woods. Even if he escapes, he can replace the seriously injured Taoist priest in the woods.
Originally there were instructions from above telling him not to kill Sun Xiang, as he would still be useful in the sect, but now Sun Xiang was dying and there was another chance to kill him. If you leave a ninth-level monk alive without killing him, how can you let the tiger return to the mountain and turn against yourself in the future?
Without time to think about it, he stabbed with two fingers and pointed at the position where Sun Xiang landed. Suddenly, thick black mist spread rapidly and headed straight for Sun Xiang.
Seeing that he was about to kill the Taoist priest, Deng Zhiyuan drew a green rainbow with his sword to resist the black mist, but the black mist flashed strangely and unpredictably, passed through the green rainbow, and continued to run towards the Taoist priest.
The distance is too close and no one can stop it. When Deng Zhiyuan saw this situation, his expression immediately became stern, and he glared at Ying Ya and said, "You bastard, you can't even think of leaving today!"
Ying Yacai ignored her, turned around and ran away. Deng Zhiyuan was furious and used his sword energy to directly block his retreat. He muttered a secret, and suddenly a cold wind sprang up between heaven and earth, biting into his bones.
Seeing this, Ying Ya was shocked at first, then looked at Deng Zhiyuan with disbelief, and shouted angrily: "You are crazy!"
Deng Zhiyuan kept chanting this incantation on his lips, with a sad look on his face, not caring about him at all. As she finished the spell, the sun instantly disappeared, and the surrounding area turned pitch black. Everyone's heart felt like it was falling into an ice cave, and they were filled with panic.
A meson shimmered, and then pierced through the endless darkness in the blink of an eye. The light was as dazzling as the arrival of a god, and it pierced Ying Ya's chest.
Ying Ya also used the skill of pressing the bottom of the box, a magic skill he learned from nowhere.
He spurted a mouthful of black blood into his palm, and immediately the flesh and blood in his palm melted, corroding all the way up into his forearm. There were only white bones left in the palms and forearms, but they seemed to have infinite power. He suddenly grasped the light in the palm and pulled it out from the chest. It was Deng Zhiyuan's other sword, the famous "Xihe".
Ying Ya roared angrily, holding "Xi He" with his white bone arm, and actually crushed this peerless weapon into pieces!
Then he gave Deng Zhiyuan one last look angrily, turned into billowing black smoke and fled. When Luo Yuran saw this, he wanted to chase after him with his sword, but was sent flying into the woods with a palm from Ying Ya.
Deng Zhiyuan first forcibly used Fuyao Sect's forbidden technique, and then lost a life sword, and was seriously injured by the backlash. She spurted out a mouthful of blood, and her body fell straight down. The "green girl" quickly flew over and lifted her up. .
All the great monks who were watching the last sword and palm couldn't help but feel shocked. The aftermath of this fight was so powerful!
No one is the beneficiary of this war.
Deng Zhiyuan, a swordsman in the Tenth Realm, suffered a backlash, lost his "Xihe" and fell directly to the Ninth Realm.
In order to resist the sword, Ying Ya, the Demon Envoy of the Tenth Realm, paid a heavy price with his palm and forearm.
