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"How about I just run away?"
Looking at this scene, Wang Xiu hissed lightly, and this thought flashed across his mind.
The battlefield is in chaos at the moment.
No one is paying attention here, so it's the best time to run away.
However, Wang Xiu always had a strange feeling in his heart.
Always felt.
Taixuanmen was defeated too easily.
Although this all seems quite reasonable.
But, after all, this is the Great Immortal Sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. Even if it is heavily plotted, it will not be like this, right?
Suddenly, a thought flashed in Wang Xiu's mind: "That's not right, where is the leader??"
Where is the Changhe Sword Master?
As the head of the Taixuan Sect and the strongest person besides the Yuan Ying Ancestor, such a big thing happened to the sect, but he still hasn’t shown his face until now!
So weird!
"Watch it for a while, if anything goes wrong I'll run away immediately!"
Wang Xiu took a deep breath and reminded himself repeatedly.
There was fighting everywhere.
The sound of flying swords and the roar of magic spells can be heard everywhere.
There are continuous explosions of light between heaven and earth.
Like a grand fireworks.
Although there are many people from each major sect.
But it didn't form an overwhelming advantage.
The overall quality of Tai Xuan Sect's disciples is naturally much better than that of the affiliated sects below.
Therefore, this battle was very tense.
People continue to die on both sides.
All over the mountains and plains.
There were bodies falling from heights everywhere.
Wang Xiu looked a little depressed: "Why didn't anyone fall at my feet?"
If only I could pick up a few storage bags.
It’s not like I risked watching such a show!
Unfortunately.
He is too far away from the main battlefield.
"Forget it, just stay here with peace of mind. You can retreat at any time, but you can't go up!"
Wang Xiu gave up the idea of taking the risk to pick up a few storage bags.
In case you get involved.
It's hard to get out.
Moreover, if you do this kind of thing under the nose of a group of powerful people, you will easily be spotted!
It’s better to keep a safe distance!
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at this time.
Wang Xiu suddenly raised his eyebrows.
Spiritual consciousness is sensing.
Two figures were flying one after another towards his location on the small barren mountain.
Their cultivation levels are all at the early stage of foundation building.
Among them, the Taixuan Sect's Foundation Builder was wearing a yellow robe. He was fighting and retreating, and he obviously didn't have much fighting spirit.
But behind him, the blue-robed Ji Zhu from an unknown sect was chasing after him with all his might.
clang!
The two magic weapons kept clashing in mid-air, leaving a series of sparks.
The disciple of Taixuan Sect turned back and gritted his teeth and said: "Fellow Taoist, we don't have any deep hatred, so why bother chasing me? How about you and I each take a step back, stop chasing me, I leave directly, and promise not to participate in your fight?" "
Obviously, he has no intention of dying for the sect.
Planning to leave in the chaos.
But he was stopped by this man.
The blue-robed Foundation Establishment disciple sneered: "I also want to let you go, but unfortunately... the heads of your Taixuan Sect Foundation Establishment disciples are very valuable! One head can be exchanged for a lot of contributions!"
The two did not reach an agreement.
Fighting together again.
The cultivation base of the blue robe foundation is obviously higher. The magic weapon is a black gourd, which is not only as hard as iron, but can also spit out streams of dark green light, which is extremely corrosive.
Every time the Tai Xuan Sect disciple's flying sword was contaminated by the mysterious light, the light on the sword would dim.
The power is no longer as powerful as it was originally.
One side is determined to kill, but the other side has no fighting spirit and is still inferior to others in strength.
The results can be imagined.
Not long after, the Taixuanmen disciple's flying sword was knocked away by the black gourd.
Then a beam of mysterious light shot directly into the chest of the Taixuanmen disciple.
"puff!"
His face turned pale, he vomited blood, and fell into the air.
He fell straight towards a spiritual field below.
The blue-robed Foundation Architect followed closely behind, with mana surging all over his body. He looked down at the Taixuanmen Foundation Architect: "Stop struggling, hand over all the good things you have, and maybe I can give you a good time!"
The disciples of Taixuan Sect covered their chests.
No words.
There was a flash of light in his eyes.
Just then.
The blue-robed Zhuji's expression suddenly changed, and he looked towards a hillside not far away: "Who?"
The edge of the hillside.
A young man in white clothes was sitting on a chair, looking down at the two people below, and couldn't help but think to himself, is this really coming to my door?
"Refining Qi?"
The blue-robed foundation-building consciousness moved and sensed the state of the white-robed boy, and he felt relieved.
As for the Taixuanmen disciple, his originally slightly surprised mood also darkened.
Qi refining disciples are no different from ants in front of foundation building.
But he did not show it, but said very excitedly: "Junior brother, come and help me kill this traitor. Afterwards, I will explain to the sect and I will record a great merit for you!"
It only takes a moment.
As long as this qi training disciple can hold him back for a moment.
His secret technique can be completed and he can escape from this place.
He was in a anxious mood, with bloodshot eyes appearing in his eyes.
However.
The next moment he saw that the young man in white was completely unmoved after hearing these words. He still stayed where he was with an indifferent expression, as if he was looking at a dead person.
See this.
The blue-robed Foundation Builder couldn't help but laugh: "Hahaha, Taixuanmen disciples are nothing more than that! They are all as timid as rats, and they are extremely stupid before they die!"
Taixuan Sect Foundation Establishment's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but yell: "Why are you still standing there?"
Wang Xiu remained motionless.
Poker face.
"Okay, don't think I didn't see what tricks you were playing..."
The blue-robed Zhuji sneered: "Want to delay time? That's a good idea!"
He slapped the gourd, and the mysterious light surged instantly. Several rays of dark green light spurted out, directly piercing through the Dantian where Taixuan Sect was building its foundation. He howled miserably, and the secret technique he had secretly prepared was directly interrupted.
Then he waved his sleeves.
The huge human head rolled directly into the spiritual field, and blood spurted out.
He raised his hand and held the storage bag for Taixuan Sect's foundation in his hand.
Then he clasped his hands behind his back, turned to look at Wang Xiu, and said, "Next, it's your turn!"
Wang Xiu's consciousness dispersed.
Make sure no one is paying attention here.
Finally stood up slowly.
He said condescendingly: "Yes, it's your turn!"
The blue-robed Zhuji was slightly startled, his heart thumping, and he had a vague feeling of bad premonition.
next moment.
The young man in white slapped his dantian, and a flash of red sword light suddenly illuminated the surrounding area. The sword energy was so sharp that it made people's scalp numb!
"You are building foundation!!!"
The blue-robed Zhuji's pupils shrank, and he immediately stepped back. He kept sealing seals in his hands, and the black gourd became as tall as a human being. He stood in front of him, barely able to block the bright red sword light.
clang!
There was a loud bang.
The black gourd trembled violently, and the light of the runes on it was extinguished. The mysterious light protecting the magic weapon was directly torn apart by a single blow, hitting the main body.
The blue-robed Zhuji groaned, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.
The power of this man's casual sword was so terrifying that it directly injured his own magic weapon, which he could not resist.
He doesn't do what he wants.
The seals in his hands change, and his figure rises into the air, about to turn into a fleeing light and leave.
Just then.
There was a flash of cold light in the air.
Several rays of sharp energy came through the air and stabbed towards the blue robe's base-building dantian and other vital points at extremely fast speeds.
He had to stop and throw out a small shield with tortoise shell patterns.
Want to resist Wang Xiu's offensive.
But I didn't expect it.
Just listen to a few puff puff puff sounds!
The small tortoise shell shield, which was at the level of a medium-grade magic weapon, was actually torn apart by the cold light, pierced through, and still pierced into his body.
He groaned, his eyes became more and more frightened, and he couldn't wait to surrender all means to save his life.
But it was too late.
The bright red sword light had penetrated his body the moment he was hit.
The light in his eyes quickly dissipated, filled with unwillingness and fear.
Fell down.
