Several talismans were photographed, and immediately, colorful protective shields appeared layer by layer. The next moment, fire pillars, wind blades, gray light, and rock thorns all arrived, like arrows and green feathers pouring down.
Explosions sounded one after another, but within a few breaths, all the shields were broken. Then a golden light film suddenly rose up, and it couldn't hold up for long before it was already crumbling.
After a moment, there was only a sweet cry, and the light film shattered and turned into a golden bead falling to the ground. Han Hongrui vomited blood and fell unconscious on the ground. Her robe became even brighter red.
The jade lotus swirled lightly, and a layer of green light suddenly rose; the sword energy roared, and the ten-foot silver sword swept across. The giant sword disintegrated and shattered, wiping out a large area of the attack wave, and turned into a three-foot green front that flew back; the light curtain flickered on and off, catching all the remaining attacks.
Then there was a clear cry, and the crystal giant sword soared into the sky, passing through the sky full of green feathers. A three-foot-long blue bird was cut in half before it had time to react. The sword light continued, and in the blink of an eye, another demon was killed.
At the same time, a purple lotus about 10 feet in height bloomed below, and the lotus seeds flew up all over the sky as the lotus swayed, sparkling with lightning and rolling thunder. More than a dozen monster beasts that rushed towards them fell to the ground, their furs scorched black and their bodies stiff. Then the flowers and leaves trembled slightly and whirled out. The surface is sparkling and trembling.
The bluebirds scattered in all directions, then circled and then shrieked, or stretched out their heads to explore their talons, or flapped their wings wildly. The feathers, arrows and wind blades cover the sky and the earth; the beaks, shadows and claws are sharp and sharp.
Yuan Qing appeared in mid-air, raised his energy and stepped forward, swung his sword and slashed out several streaks of bright silver sword light. There were a few soft "bang bang" sounds, and all the sword light turned into mist, forming clouds one after another. Then the sword wind surged, carrying clouds and mist and rushed towards the demonic bird. When the two meet, they crackle like rain hitting banana trees.
The beasts howled for a while, and snake scales, wolf hairs, tiger claws, and stone thorns came one after another. The flowers and leaves were like peerless magic weapons. They broke through several waves of attacks before dissipating. Only a dozen petals swept away the attack. A two-foot-long green cow was accidentally swept by the petals and turned into pieces in the water.
When the wind stops and the clouds disperse, the demonic birds rush past; the flowers and leaves disappear, and the beasts rush forward.
The young man turned into a giant sword, ignoring the blue birds in the sky, and circled and slashed at the beasts below; Zhu Ling'er sacrificed a large number of talismans, and the wind, thunder, ice and fire merged into a raging wave and attacked the young man.
The giant sword arrived in an instant, killing several monsters and flying away; a torrent of spells followed closely behind, clearing a ten-foot-long clearing.
Zhu Ling'er pulled out the hairpin, drew out a large blade of light, held up Han Hongrui, and followed closely in the spirit boat.
The changes are like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling, and the two people's cooperation is even more flawless. The demons were still struggling with the light blades and spells, but the two of them had already escaped more than a hundred feet and disappeared into the dense forest.
The little beast didn't take action from beginning to end, and kept looking at Yuan Qing with a playful look. Seeing him escaping, he couldn't help but feel angry. The phantom of Qilin appeared behind him and let out a low roar.
After hearing this, the demons couldn't help but tremble in their limbs, and almost fell to the ground. Immediately, their blood surged up, their eyes turned red, and a bloodthirsty and violent feeling filled their hearts.
"Roar!" After a frenzied beast roar, the group of demons quickly chased after them with flying legs.
After Yuan Qing broke through the siege, he released the art of integrating body and sword, landed on the spirit boat behind him, took the elixir, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.
Zhu Ling'er glanced at the pale young man with concern. Seeing that he was fine, she felt relieved and used her full strength to control the spirit boat.
After flying for more than ten miles, I heard the high-pitched birdsong again, and then I saw four demonic birds appearing on the horizon. They were extremely fast, their wings glowed with green flames, and they were approaching quickly.
Yuan Qing opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and clear, and he suddenly entered the realm of the sword's heart. There was a clear cry and the sword light rose again. The young man left the spirit boat and rushed straight towards the demon bird.
Zhu Ling'er took a deep look at the young man, then her mana surged and she flew forward without looking back.
When the demonic bird saw the sword light coming, it refused to give in or avoid it. Instead, it let out a sharp bird call and crashed into it with blazing flames.
Halfway through the journey, the sword light suddenly accelerated and suddenly turned into a crystal giant sword, flashing past and instantly cutting a bird into two pieces. The other three birds were not afraid of death, they pecked and clawed, regardless of the sharpness of the sword.
The giant sword kept moving, turning in the air, and killed another demon. With blood raining on their heads, the remaining two demons seemed to be more awake. They hurriedly distanced themselves, flapped their wings rapidly, and summoned wind blades and arrows to attack the giant sword from a distance.
As soon as the wind blade arrow feathers approached, they turned into powder under the sharp sword energy. The giant sword paused slightly, buzzed, and slashed at the monster bird again.
However, the demonic bird wanted to avoid the fight, so it flapped its wings and fled away. Although the giant sword was approaching the front line, every time it tried to catch up, it would be blocked by its feathers, claws and light, making it hard to stop.
After a while, the young man appeared, his face turned pale, and he was breathing slightly. Before the demon bird could attack, there was a rustling sound in the forest, but it was the little beast leading all the demons to come.
With a "meow", the blue bird immediately understood and chased Zhu Ling'er past the young man. The others surrounded Yuan Qing, whizzing towards him with various means.
Yuan Qing took a deep breath, threw out three talismans and turned them into protective shields, and the robes on his body also shone brightly, forming a thick white film of light. Then he concentrated his mind and made a sword with his fingers. The cut water was like silver-plated paste, flowing brightly.
With a loud roar, the flying sword flew through the air, catching up with the two birds in a snap and passing by in succession. The sharp sword energy erupted from the body, and in a blink of an eye, it was twisted into bloody pieces and fell to pieces.
At the same time, the attack wave came, breaking through the three layers of shields in a few breaths and hitting the light film. But for a moment, the aura of the robe dimmed, and only a thin layer of light remained, which could be shattered at any time.
With a thought in the young man's mind, a layer of silver light emerged from his body; with a move of his hand, the water suddenly returned.
Seeing this, the little beast swung out its claws and swatted at the flying sword. Unexpectedly, the sword light moved around very intelligently, passing through the layers of blockade like a swimming fish, and returned to the young man's hand.
With a "bang" sound, the light film shattered, and the silver light mask did not block it for more than a moment. At the critical moment, the sword whistled, silver light suddenly appeared, and a thin piece of sword energy spurted out, annihilating the rest of the offensive, and then came back with piercing killing intent.
The young man stood with a sword in his hand, his heart was empty, his face was pale, but his eyes were tough and sharp as never before. After taking a deep look at the little beast, the sword light reappeared, and he directly used his sword to pierce the air and leave. Those who blocked the way were cut into two halves by the bright sword after a clear cry.
The little beast roared, its golden light surged, and the unicorn's shadow reappeared. Immediately, the group of monsters surrendered, crawling on the ground, trembling.
The Qilin Lion's mouth opened wide, and a bit of golden light appeared out of thin air. In an instant, it swelled to the size of a palm. With a forceful spit, a bright beam of light flashed away and hit the giant sword first.
With a muffled groan, the giant sword shattered, and one man and one sword fell sideways into the forest.
The kylin's shadow slowly disappeared into the void, and the little beast let out a "meow" with a beaming look on its face. Upon hearing the sound, the monsters stood up quickly and rushed towards the place where the figure fell.
At this time, Yuan Qing's mouth was bloody, so he took the elixir, attached the magic talisman, tried his best to control the flying sword, and flew forward.
At that time, the blow not only broke the body-sword unity technique, but also caused his internal organs to shift, his meridians to be injured, his energy and blood to surge, and he immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood. If the robes had not been removed to remove some of the strength, the foundation would have been damaged.
Realizing that the monster was chasing after him, as straight as a tarsal maggot, the young man gathered his remaining spiritual power and used a method of concealment. I saw that his body shape gradually faded into nothingness, as faint as a bubble, and his aura was also restrained. Change direction slightly and continue to escape forward.
After twisting and turning, it suddenly became clear that a big river lay in front of me, flowing endlessly.
The young man looked back with his consciousness, then put away the flying sword. All the seven orifices were closed, and he fell heavily to the bottom of the river. Only a breath of breath flowed between his mouth and nose, drifting with the current without knowing where he was going.
The group of demons chased them to the river and suddenly stopped, sniffing, looking, or running along the river. The little beast stood above the white tiger, his eyes shining with golden light, looking back and forth.
After a moment, there was a soft howl, and the group of monsters dispersed, searching a ten-mile radius, not even sparing the other side of the river.
An hour later, the little beast nestled on top of the white tiger's head, yawning and falling asleep. The monsters came back one after another, all bowing their heads and listening, but no trace was found.
As if he was really sleepy, the little beast yawned a few times, then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The white tiger stood up gently, turned around and walked slowly into the dense forest; the demons did not dare to show their anger and followed quietly. A group of monsters slowly disappeared into the forest.
Zhu Ling'er and the Han brothers and sisters galloped for dozens of miles, changing directions many times during the process. At this moment, their mana was at the bottom and it was difficult to continue.
After repeatedly confirming that there were no pursuers, the girl found a hidden cave, put away the spirit boat, placed Han Hongrui and the others, and set up several formations at the entrance of the cave. Then she took out the elixir and drank it, closing her eyes and adjusting. Get up.
I don't know how long it took, but Han Hongrui woke up with a soft cry. What he saw was an unfamiliar stone cave. Next to him lay his eldest brother, covered in blood, breathing steadily, and with a green talisman on his chest.
"You're awake." An ethereal female voice came, but not far away, Zhu Ling'er was seen covered in purple light, her eyes were not opened, her mouth was slightly open, and she said softly.
"Your brother's life is safe. He will wake up soon," he said, reaching out and holding a white jade porcelain bottle lightly flying towards the female nun.
"This is a soul-recovering pill. It has the effect of quickly restoring mana. Take it quickly to adjust your breath."
Han Hongrui took the porcelain bottle and did not open it immediately, but asked aloud: "Why don't you see Junior Brother Yuan?"
Zhu Ling'er opened her eyes, glanced at her, and said calmly: "He stayed to divorce his wife."
The latter was suddenly startled and opened his mouth to say something, but hesitated again and again and finally did not say a word. After taking a deep breath, the female cultivator poured out the elixir and drank it. Her whole body was glowing red, her face was full of determination, and she slowly fell into meditation.
Soon, a purple light flashed in the cave, and Zhu Ling'er exhaled a breath of turbid air and stood up. He glanced at the female cultivator who was still adjusting her breath, and quietly walked out of the cave.
It was already late at night, the sky was full of stars, and there was no moon. The girl looked into the thick distance, her brows full of worry.
After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind, and the sadness faded away, replaced by a look of determination.
Somewhere by the river.
With a "crash", a young man in white flew up from the river and landed on the bank, his face pale and breathing heavily. Strangely enough, although it came from the river, it was not stained by water and was as clean as new.
After walking a few steps, the young man suddenly frowned and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He seemed to be enduring great pain and his figure was shaky.
After taking two pills with difficulty, the young man took a look at his surroundings, struggled to walk a few more steps, and finally couldn't hold on any longer. He fell to the ground with a "pop" and his identity was unknown.
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Fenhe Village.
As daylight breaks, the small village wakes up from its slumber, and smoke rises from the scattered thatched houses. The men carried hoes and walked to the fields cultivated by each family. They would say hello and say a few dirty words to those who were traveling with them, arousing bursts of hearty laughter.
The sun was getting brighter, and the old man was sitting on a wicker chair, smoking a cigarette and basking in the sun; the old woman was helping her daughter-in-law clean up the housework and prepare lunch. Children were in groups, running from east to west, laughing and joking, seemingly never tired.
With a "clang", the pottery bowl fell to the ground and broke into seven or eight pieces. A skinny boy about five or six years old ran out of the house quickly, followed by a young woman holding a cane and looking angry.
The woman chased her to the entrance of the small courtyard and stopped, shouting: "Erdan! Just wait for me, and don't come back if you can!"
Erdan didn't care about such threatening words, just turned a deaf ear and trotted all the way to the river, with a proud look on his face.
The woman said her cruel words and went back to the house to cook. Not long after, she saw her gangster back again.
Without doubting his presence, the lady put down the kitchen utensils and raised her hand to beat him up, but she heard the boy panting and saying:
"Mom, I found a person by the river!"
