What Jian Jue did was very simple, just to protect Yang Ning. Because Yang Ning needs him more.
Jian Jue's mind covers the entire battle, but he will not take action rashly, because this is Qingming Town's disaster, and he is just a swordsman who owes a favor. If he can block Qu Shanhou for Qingming Town, he has done his utmost benevolence.
Moreover, as the former supreme elder of Beixuan Sword Sect, Jian Jue also had his own dignity, which did not allow him to take action against these low-level practitioners.
Of course, he still had to take care of Yang Ning's safety. After all, it was Yang Ning who restored him to his original state and relieved him of the fire poison that had caused him so much torture.
This is a kindness that he would never die for.
Yang Ning soon came to Feng Feiyangsheng.
At this time, Feng Feiyang could be said to be in a very embarrassed state, with no trace of his former coolness at all.
Feng Feiyang was known as one of the four outstanding young figures in Qingming Town in the past, so he naturally had no shortage of combat experience. However, Feng Feiyang belongs to the Feng family camp and is the focus of the Qushan tribe, so it is reasonable to be so tragic.
There was no trace of blood on Feng Feiyang's face, and his white clothes were soaked with blood. It was impossible to tell whether it was his own or the enemy's. Behind him is the beautiful woman Feng Xing'er.
Maybe God is kind to this pair of mandarin ducks. The conditions of Feng Xing'er and Feng Feiyang were not much different.
The two of them cuddled up against each other, feeling somewhat at the end of their rope.
"Who is it?" A Feng family practitioner yelled and asked when he saw the person rushing around. He wanted to stop Yang Ning, but was stopped by Feng Feiyang.
"Uncle Jie, let him come over." Feng Feiyang looked very tired. Because the three major families have always been under the care of the Qushan tribe, they have been the most severely attacked and have no time to recover.
Feng Xing'er's beautiful eyes tightened, and she felt a little worried in her heart. Feng Xing'er didn't know much about Yang Ning, but now the three major families were the focus of the Qushan tribe, and no one would be stupid enough to go in the direction of death, so Yang Ning's trip might not be that simple.
Feng Xing'er thought about it, and her delicate body inevitably leaned towards Feng Feiyang.
Feng Feiyang patted Feng Xing'er on the shoulder and gave her a reassuring look. But she understood Feng Xing'er's worries very well.
"Brother Feng." Yang Ning simply greeted him.
When Yang Ning came to the Feng family, he immediately discovered the pressure here. He suddenly understood in his heart that it seemed that the Qushan tribe was fully prepared when they attacked Qingming Town. I am afraid that these three major families will really be destroyed after today, if there is no accident.
"Brother Yang, you..." Feng Feiyang knew that Yang Ning was not stupid. The attacks suffered by the Feng family could be said to be very brutal. In his eyes, Yang Ning's trip was definitely not a favor.
Yang Ning took out five spiritual crystals in his hand, handed them to Feng Feiyang, and said, "Brother Feng, it's important to recover quickly. I'll block it for you for a while."
"This..." Feng Feiyang didn't know why and wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by Yang Ning.
"Recover quickly, there will be a mission later." Yang Ning did not say it clearly, and there was no time to elaborate, because a man in red rushed towards Yang Ning's face.
Yang Ning slashed diagonally with his Yi Sword, creating a relatively safe area for Feng Feiyang and the two to recover.
"There's no need to say more. It's important to recover quickly." Yang Ning left a sentence and joined the battle.
Jian Jue followed behind, always paying attention to Yang Ning's safety.
There was a trace of gratitude in Feng Feiyang's eyes. As Yang Ning finished speaking, he sat cross-legged and recovered directly in the chaos.
Because he believes in Yang Ning.
As for Yang Ning's minor change in the battle, Qu Shanrong didn't seem to notice it. He still had a cold face and sat in front of the flying boat, seeming to enjoy the smell of blood.
The blood mist method of the Qushan tribe is famous in Qushan City.
A dance of blood enveloped the square, filled with the smell of blood.
With the blessing of the blood mist method, the three god generals have great momentum to move forward.
Ke Yan's Purple Lion Seal rose up in the air, forcing a god general in front of him to retreat. He took the time to shout to the person below: "Liu Kun, Feng Liang, Wang Xi, please help us suppress these three god generals."
Ke Yan knew that once the three of his party were held back for a long time, the people below would be exhausted by the Qushan tribe. By then, the war situation would have been decided and there would be no way to recover.
Upon hearing this, the three people below immediately dispatched their opponents and shot straight into the sky.
The blood mist technique fills the air, and with the blood shadow surging and the smell of blood, a sharp attack will arrive in the blink of an eye.
The divine general in the blood dance was almost invincible. Unless he was defeated by force, there would always be a feeling that he had nowhere to put his efforts. This made Ke Yan so angry that he had no choice but to call for help.
Wang Xi came to Keyan's side with a long sword with a shining black light in his hand.
"Mayor." Although Wang Xi was as cold as iron, he admired the mayor very much. Being able to defeat the Qushan tribe with the weak strength of Qingming Town, such courage is very rare.
Ke Yan nodded. The purple lion behind him was uncertain and said: "Wang Xi, you will use your sword to suppress this weird blood mist. I will use my absolute power to see if I can break this blood mist."
Ke Yan stared at the blood mist and could not relax for a moment.
Wang Xi nodded, and the Extermination Blade Intent surged out in an instant, shrouding the blood mist in front of him. The black sword in his hand kept changing, supporting Keyan's attack.
"What a treacherous Purple Seal Envoy, what a cunning Key Yan..." A scolding voice came from the blood mist.
The reputation of the Four Divine Generals is not very resounding in Qingming Town, but Ke Yan knows it well.
There is even a saying in Qushan City: Four divine generals, four divine generals, the blood mist is all over the place.
In one sentence, the deeds of the four god generals' indifferent killings were fully explained.
Wherever the blood mist passed, there was cold blood and cold people everywhere.
Xuehan's blood mist method in the past can only be said to be superficial, otherwise Yang Ning would not be able to kill him.
On the other hand, the blood mist method at this moment is simply incomparable.
The blood mist that filled the sky covered the sun and clouds, making the originally blue sky look bloody and terrifying.
"It seems that it is very difficult for Qingming Town to be kind today." In the corner, the old Taoist priest said, looking like a magic stick.
"Master, aren't you going to take action?" Yao Xinhen was a little anxious, because there was a friend he knew among them. Although they didn't have a close friendship, Yao Xinhen couldn't bear to watch his friend leave.
"You brat, if I can't take action, what does it have to do with you?" The old Taoist priest was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic.
As in the past, as long as Yao Xinhen continued to encourage him, the old Taoist priest would definitely not be able to control him. But why he was acting like this now made Yao Xinhen on the side a little curious.
In fact, the old Taoist priest is still worried about what happened just now.
"Master..." Yao Xinhen grabbed the old Taoist priest's long sleeve, shook it constantly, and said: "Master, don't be angry, just help my disciple..." Yao Xinhen really couldn't bear to do anything to himself. Friend died. But if this situation continues, the defeat of Qingming Town will be a matter of time.
"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you." Yao Xinhen's method seemed to have failed every time, leaving the old Taoist priest unable to parry, and he was instantly defeated.
"Oh yeah..." Yao Xinhen showed a smile.
"But let's talk first. This time, you have to follow me and learn the art of Talisman. Otherwise..." The old Taoist priest was full of threats, and he seemed to give up immediately if Yao Xinhen didn't agree.
"Okay, okay..." Yao Xinhen agreed hastily, but there was a reluctant expression in his eyes.
God, I never thought that my noble young master Yaozhou would learn the Tao of Talismans from this old Taoist priest. Once my cousins find out about this, I won’t laugh to death. Yao Xinhen suddenly felt that his future was gloomy and there was no bright light at all.
"You brat, I asked you to learn the art of Talisman Taoism. I respect you as an old Taoist. Don't be ungrateful." The old Taoist priest's mental power was so sharp, and Yao Xinhen's little thoughts were even more transparent.
"..." Yao Xinhen looked bitter, completely eaten up by the old Taoist priest.
At this moment, there was a violent crash in the air.
boom……
There was a violent shaking as the metal was delivered.
The blood mist was dim, the purple lion was looming, and Wang Xi not far away was gasping for air, obviously spending a lot of money.
"What a powerful blood mist method."
"I didn't expect that they combined the power of the two of them to investigate this. It is really well-deserved."
"It's no wonder it's the Qushan tribe."
Countless sighs rang out, and many people were well aware of Wang Xi's annihilating sword intent.
Under the intent of the Extermination Blade, all lives were strangled, and blood was a symbol of life. Unexpectedly, the two combined blows only broke through the Blood Mist Technique, but it made people sigh at the power of the Blood Mist Technique.
High in the sky, Hui Ni stood under the blue sky, completely alone, her figure slightly lonely, but Hui Ni understood deeply that Yang Ning might not be willing to go down to help herself. Could it be that I could only watch like this? Hui Ni looked hesitant and undecided.
Hui Ni is very clear about Yang Ning's character. Sometimes, Hui Ni even felt that in front of Yang Ning, she was like a little girl who was not experienced in the world. Hui Ni didn't know where this feeling came from, but the longer she stayed in contact with Yang Ning, the clearer this feeling became.
Moreover, Yang Ning has a very strong character, and he will never do anything to others if he is able to take it on by himself. This is also the reason why Hui Ni does not take action.
In fact, there is a more important reason, that is, Hui Ni has recovered her cultivation, but Yang Ning just doesn't know it.
Otherwise, given today's situation, Yang Ning would definitely let Hui Ni take action.
Because today's predicament is simply not something Qingming Town can bear.
The Qushan tribe is simply too powerful, and today's situation simply exceeds the progress of Yang Ning's cultivation.
But how could Hui Ni's girlish heart understand all this.
Hui Ni quietly watched the battle below, who could understand the sadness in her heart.
Yang Ning had already harvested the lives of no less than ten people at this time, and had swallowed no less than ten spiritual crystals. However, such an encircled situation made Qingming Town even more difficult.
The space for movement is getting smaller and smaller, and the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger.
At this moment, time seemed to be moving slower and slower, and Qingming Town felt a strong sense of uneasiness.
Ke Yan looked down, and a flash of impatience flashed in his heart. He didn't expect that the names of these four divine generals were truly well-deserved.
If there are no changes in today's situation, the destruction of Qingming Town may be inevitable.
Because there is still one person in the Qushan tribe, he has not taken action since the beginning.
"Qu Shanhou..." Ke Yan said softly, his eyes a little desperate.
