Li Siqing was originally supporting Master Kuchan, but now he saw that Xu Huaigu was in danger of life and death. He frowned and thought about it.
Master Kuchan was at the end of his life and could not hold on much longer. As soon as the golden light dissipated, the ghost escaped from the main hall, and no one among the monks in the temple was an opponent.
This situation was doomed, so he might as well save Xu Huaigu. If he succeeded, at least one person could survive.
Then take Xu Huaigu and the other two people to escape from this place as quickly as possible. On the one hand, they can save their lives, and on the other hand, they can gain Zuoqiu Xun's favor, which is much better than if they all die here.
However, he still did not dare to be careless. Although Mo Raoren had lost his spiritual energy after two battles, he was still one level higher than himself. He knew that he was not his opponent, so he could only find opportunities to escape. This was already the end of the current situation. Best result.
As for the ghost king of Lichuan Mountain, it can only be a long time coming. It's just a pity that so many monks were in trouble. The situation that was supposed to win was reversed because of Mo Raoren's betrayal.
Li Siqing has already remembered this traitor in his heart. If there is a chance in the future, he will definitely take revenge.
After thinking about this matter, he decisively abandoned Master Kuchan's side, picked up his sword and headed towards Mo Rao. Xu Huaigu saw that Li Siqing had just left Kuchan, and the golden light of the Zen staff became weaker again, and suddenly shattered like a mirror under the impact of the black mist. The monstrous black mist had long been suppressed by the golden light, and this time it was no longer restrained. , suddenly swept over like a tsunami.
Suddenly the sky fell into darkness again, and the sound of ghost horns sounded again all around. Master Kuchan had no choice but to take a step back, raised his Zen staff again, and turned into a small ball of golden light, wrapping himself and the two remaining five-level monks behind him, preventing them from being invaded by the black mist. As for the rest of the Taoist temple, , but he could no longer care about it.
The black mist washed down, like a spilled black inkstone, and thick ink spread out. And along with the black mist came the eerie ghostly aura that made the hair on the body stand on end, and accompanied by the miserable hissing in the ears, this Taoist temple seemed to have fallen into the underworld.
As the black mist swept across, several low-level monks who were close to each other were soon involved in it, and their lives and deaths were unknown.
Looking at this scene, Si Shenxuan couldn't bear it any longer. Instead of using Xinhu's voice transmission, he shouted angrily: "What are you waiting for? If you don't take action, do you want us all to die here!" "The other monks didn't understand the meaning of his words. They looked blankly at the thick black mist beyond the golden light, as if they wanted to find out who Si Shenxuan was talking to.
And just when the black mist swept in, Li Siqing was about to engage Mo Rao in close combat. Finally, a long-awaited jet-black sword energy rose from a side room, with a sharp aura like a needle-pointed wheat light. , slashed at Mo Rao with one sword.
This sword energy was so fast that it came directly towards him without waiting for the black-robed Taoist priest to react at all.
He was immediately knocked away by the sword energy and threw himself into a side house, smashing most of the side house and causing dust to fly. At least he was seriously injured.
Li Siqing stared at the sword energy in front of him, and hurriedly looked back to see where the sword energy came from, only to see a familiar woman in white holding a black long sword, standing calmly against the heavy ghost fog.
The ghost mist was like a roaring sea in front of her, but she stood quietly in front of the wave, letting the strong wind blow through the corners of her clothes and hair. She straightened her waist and held the long sword in her hand.
Li Siqing's pupils narrowed and he looked over there. This scene has the charm of a swordsman. Without saying a word, she jumped up and swung a few swords at the black mist. Suddenly, the sword energy around her that was enriched by her quickly gathered and turned into several jet-black sword energy that shot through the air, destroying the black people in front of her. The fog dispersed.
With a few more sharp swords, after forcing the black mist back a few steps, Zuo Qiuxun jumped and stood beside Sishenxuan. Facing the black mist that temporarily retreated to the door of the main hall, he put the long sword in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed towards the black mist, and then there was another sword strike.
The black mist whimpered, and then gathered together again, slowly converging into the figure of the female ghost. The female ghost glanced at Zuo Qiuxun with some fear, but her eyes were full of unwillingness, and her face was quite ferocious.
She secretly muttered: "What a powerful sword." Zuo Qiuxun ignored her and swung the sword in his hand, still wanting to draw the sword.
The female ghost suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute, I have something to say." Zuoqiu took out his sword and kept slashing at the woman.
The female ghost snorted and dodged the sword. Zuo Qiu Tieduchang Sword Cultivator. I have one thing to ask you. This matter is obviously none of your business, why do you want to get involved?" Zuo Qiuxun sneered and said, "It's none of my business? You can also say this. In this But there are a few of them who are my friends. If you want to kill them, why is it none of my business?" The female ghost was very knowledgeable and without even thinking about it, she immediately said: "In that case, if I don't kill them, can you leave? ?" Zuo Qiu I don't mind killing many ghosts. As long as they leave now, I will let them get down the mountain safely." Zuoqiu became interested and raised his eyebrows and said, "Then I still have the souls of my friends with you. You return them to me." The female ghost looked cold and hesitated for a long time before saying: "Okay, that's fine. I have no use for those things, they were just caught by some of my useless men, so I'll return them to you. Zuo Qiu You must promise me that from now on, you will not have anything to do with anything in Lichuan Mountain." Zuo Qiuxun raised his shuriken and said provocatively, "That's no good, if you don't give it to me now, it will naturally come to me after I kill you. In my hand. Rather than getting it after a period of time, it is more to my liking to get it now." The female ghost was a bit joking and said with a smile: "You can kill me if you open your mouth. Are you so sure that you can kill me? Better than me. At a lower level, even though he has a handful of immortal weapons in his hand, he can only be on par with me and cannot kill me. It will not be good for us if we continue to use it like this." Zuo Qiuxun said seriously: "But I don't think so. ." The female ghost narrowed her eyes and said provocatively: "The little girl has a really bad temper. How can you get married like this?" Zuo Qiuxun said softly: "Some people give up their thoughts after they die. ." The female ghost clicked her tongue twice in admiration and said, "Female sword cultivators who are trapped by love are rare and rare. All the gods and immortals in my Lichuan Mountain met today. It was really lively." Zuo Qiuxun was silent for a while and said calmly: "We've finished talking about what we can talk about, and we're going to have a fight about what's left that we can't talk about?" The female ghost looked up to the sky and laughed, and said, "It's interesting! Come on, let's have a fight!" After that, she flashed like a ray of light. The green smoke quickly hit Zuoqiu Xun.
Zuo Qiuxun used his sword to drive away the black ghost, and then he lightly used his strength to jump up to the eaves of the main hall.
She let go of the Phoenix Feather Sword in her hand, and the long black sword swam quickly in the air like a herring in water, and entangled itself with the black shadow like smoke.
A black shadow and a black sword were entangled with each other. The female ghost has been trying to find a way to get close to Zuo Qiuxun, but her body speed is far inferior to Zuo Qiuxun's flying sword. Every time she tries to get close, she is accurately blocked by the flying sword and returned.
They attacked many times, but were blocked and turned back again and again. The situation was somewhat stalemate. The female ghost was surprised at the female swordsman's precise control of the flying sword.
Unexpectedly, she was only a sword cultivator in her early twenties. Putting aside her exaggerated sixth-level cultivation for her age, this fit perfectly with Feijian, as if they were born from the same body.
Wherever her thoughts were, flying swords immediately followed. It is because of this exquisite method that every time she draws her sword, it is just right, not using more force but not losing the slightest bit.
Si Shenxuan was seizing the time to recover from his injuries and lost too much spiritual energy, but he couldn't bear to be curious. He looked up at the flying sword and the female ghost fighting in the air, secretly speculating on Zuo Qiuxun's current strength.
Li Siqing was even more stunned at this moment, watching in disbelief that the innocent and lovely young woman in front of him was now standing on the corner of the eaves, controlling the flying sword to kill the enemy.
As for the awe-inspiring sword intention of the flying sword and the flowing swordsmanship, no one on the scene understood it better than him, a sword cultivator.
In the past, he had seen the elders demonstrating flying sword skills in Qingfeng Valley. Although he felt that it was extraordinary, those flying swords were far inferior to Zuoqiu Xun's sword.
This flying sword had actually been refined very thoroughly by Zuo Qiu Xun a long time ago, and she was born with a sword, and her control of sword intention and sword skills was much higher than that of ordinary people.
At this time, the sword was directed at the ghost, and there was a sense of righteousness in the world, and that spontaneous aura was one of the reasons why the flying sword was so smooth.
The female ghost attacked again, and flying swords also flew from the other side. When the sword came down, the female ghost had to avoid its sharp edge and could only take another step back.
But this time, the female ghost released a stream of black energy from her hand, which passed by the side of the sword energy. In an instant, it transformed into five black flying shuttles, which quickly attacked Zuo Qiuxun.
Zuo Qiuxun calmly pulled out the white ribbon that was tied to her wrist, and the white long sword appeared in her hand.
The white long sword rustled with cold light. She held a few sword flowers in her hand, and with a few tricks, the five insidious black shuttles were deflected one by one and landed on the eaves of the main hall. It easily penetrated the beams and penetrated the gorgeous mural in the main hall.
Zuo Qiuxun frowned, not happy that the mural was damaged, and looked at the female ghost coldly. The female ghost also sneered at her and said, "I told you that there is nothing we can do about each other. Why don't you just follow my previous agreement and go your own way? Why waste time here." Zuo Qiuxun said, "I think too, don't It's a waste of time." The female ghost smiled and said, "Then let's stop here?" Zuoqiu Xunye smiled and replied, "No, I will kill you instead." The female ghost's face suddenly turned dark, and she sneered: " You're so shameless! If I hadn't had something important to do, I wouldn't have said a word to an arrogant young man like you! It seems like things won't go well for us today, so let's keep fighting and see who gets the advantage!" Zuo Qiu Holding a long white sword, Xun jumped up from the corner of the eaves and slashed diagonally at the female ghost.
At this moment, the Feng Yu Fei Sword also flashed away and came towards the female ghost. The female ghost looked at the two swords with cold eyes and was about to find a chance to dodge, but she saw a flying sword coming out from between Zuo Qiuxun's eyebrows and stabbing her straight.
The female ghost was shocked and didn't know where the third flying sword came from. But what surprised her even more was that before the flying sword from her eyebrows reached her, it turned into dozens of densely packed small swords in the middle of the way, attacking together and sealing off the surrounding areas. Be strict.
Suddenly, flying swords were all around her, and there was no way to retreat. She suddenly panicked, and the flying swords were getting closer and closer. She had no way to retreat and could only fight against these flying swords head-on.
The female ghost waved her sleeves, and her figure transformed into a ghost mist again. She avoided Feng Yujian and the white sword in Zuo Qiuxun's hands, found a place with fewer small flying swords, and rushed out.
The Little Flying Sword was Zuo Qiuxun's Heart Lake Flying Sword, so it was naturally extraordinary. When the female ghost emerged from the flying sword formation, she felt as if her body had been pierced by many sharp swords, and she was seriously injured.
She knew that the origin of this sword nun was anything but simple, and she was definitely no match for this third flying sword.
The female ghost seems to be at the end of her rope, but in fact she has one last way out. But this retreat is too costly.
If she does this, her decades-long plan will be ruined. She was unwilling to give in, but it was useless to be unwilling at this time. The situation forced her to do so.
She turned her head and glanced at the flying sword that was about to attack again behind her. Her heart suddenly turned into black smoke and she quickly headed towards the main hall.
After entering the main hall, her speed continued unabated, and she ran into the yellow dragon mural head-on. But strangely, the moment she got in, her figure disappeared.
The mural hanging high in the main hall of Huanglong Temple is still auspicious. The yellow dragon is lifelike and the green pearl in its mouth is shining, as if nothing has happened.
