The young man shouted for surrender, but even though he surrendered, he could not stop the wariness of the four people in front of him. Qiong also stepped forward with his sword straightened. The young man carefully looked at the swords in their hands, but saw no other weapons. He was surprised and said: "Cangyu sword is not there." In your hands?!”
There were shouts from the crowd fighting in the street: "Don't even try to lie to me!"
"How could Cang Yu not be here!"
"You will die if you are not here!"
There are many people who won't shed tears even if they don't see the coffin, and some of them are so angry that they won't stop until they die.
The young man had no intention of fighting. After dodging Qiong Yi's snow-white sword light, he went directly to Sheng Xuanyuan to grab his weapon. However, the nine-section whip was already in Sheng Xuanyuan's hand. He was unarmed and jumped from the ground with a kick of his foot. He kicked up a knife and faced Sheng Xuanyuan. After only two moves, he realized that he was no match for him. He said with a bitter face: "Little brother, I won't fight you, please give me back my weapon."
"Okay." Sheng Xuanyuan said with his sword, "Kill all the dozen or so people left here, and then come back and get the weapons."
The man was dumbfounded and yelled: "Did you make a mistake?"
Sheng Xuanyuan fought him off and danced a few whip flowers to help his friends. The material of this hard whip was unusual, it seemed to be black iron, and it was indeed fierce. He swung it away with a sharp sound of breaking the wind, sweeping across a group of people. I saw that the remaining people on the street were half standing and half falling, with almost half of their combat capabilities lost, while the people on my side only suffered minor injuries.
Yan Ting looked far and wide and said, "I thought of it, come with me!"
The three of them followed Qinggong behind him, but the young man actually followed them. Qiong also came to his side almost teleporting and scolded in a low voice: "If you don't want to die, get out."
"Why are you people not talking about killing or dying?" The young man said aggrievedly: "Tell your little brother and ask him to return my weapon to me, and then I will leave."
Yan Tingshen said to her calmly: "Kill him to avoid causing more trouble."
Qiong Yi was silent for a moment, then she stabbed the man in the chest with her sword. The young man didn't expect her to strike so cleanly and neatly. His face moved stiffly, and he leaned down and knelt down.
Looking at his fallen figure, Qiong Yi was in a daze: Aren't I treating human life indifferently?
The Xinge Sword was slowly drawn out. The sword pattern was covered with blood stains. The dark red color on the hilt had actually solidified, completely covering up the original green inlaid stone.
Am I here to kill people?
Only after leaving the edge of the melee did Qiong Yi have the mood to think about this issue.
I obviously...
"Sorry." She muttered two words in a low voice, pinched the sword technique to control the sword, and followed the three of them as they flew toward the outskirts of the city at high speed.
*
The noise on the outskirts of the city was no less than that on the streets just now. When Yujian looked down, he could only feel the bright lights. When he flew closer, he saw that the sky was full of fire. Cries, roars and calls for help were mixed together, like a straight arrow. The sharp knife piercing the heart makes it impossible to breathe.
During the fight just now, every room was empty and no one was seen, which made Qiong mistakenly think that this place was an empty city.
Empty city?
How could Wu Yue be an empty city?
On the streets leading directly to the city gate, residents have mostly escaped, but what about the remote suburbs?
Even if those residents knew the rumors, how would they know whether it was safe to flee Wuyue City or hide at home?
The closer they looked, the more terrifying the fire became. The waves of fire were raging into the sky, dyeing half of the sky red. Before Qiong Yi and the other three could reach the center of the fire, they saw scattered corpses of monks on the ground. They looked like they were dead. Several monks in plain robes were shaking their heads towards the sea of fire and chanting: "Amitabha."
"Come out! Zhang Yan! If you don't fucking come out again! I will burn down the entire Wuyue City!"
There was a maniacal figure standing on a tall building screaming loudly. His drake voice was very harsh. Su Ye recognized this person as the rat-bearded man he had seen at the wine stall during the day.
In the sea of fire, the cries of children, women's cries for help and men's heart-wrenching shouts made Qiong Yi's whole body tremble. She ran two steps forward and was held tightly by Sheng Xuanyuan. Looking back, she called out to him: "Fire! Ah-kyung, put out the fire..."
Sheng Xuanyuan's thick ink-colored eyes were illuminated by the fire, and the red flames danced. She saw herself in his eyes: a strange face with blood, and sadness in his eyes.
Am I here to kill people?
I'm obviously... here to save people.
Above the burning roof, there were still monks fighting non-stop. Accompanied by the crackling sound of fire burning and wood cracking, Qiong also recognized that those people were almost all opponents with high levels of cultivation, and there was a Zen sound. The monks from the sect, the Fa Xiu Gong Chang Yi from the Guangyao Sect who had escaped before, the middle-aged man with a scar on his face and a heavy ax whom he first met when he entered the city, and the rat-bearded man who set the fire, were surrounded by a few scattered people. A casual cultivator who is at a similar level to his own.
On the way to the outskirts of the city, Qiong had already persuaded herself that in this battle to seize the sword, everyone was coveting the Cangyu Sword, coveting a powerful but ownerless thing, driven by desire, and inherently sinful. Who is innocent? Life and death are only determined by one's own cultivation. If you can't win against others, you will only die.
However, the people living in Wuyue City have no reason to suffer this.
"Qiong Yi!"
Sheng Xuanyuan couldn't hold her back. The monks in the fight had already noticed them. The cultivation of these people was not comparable to that of the low-level monks just now. When they were overwhelmed with themselves, how could they have the energy to save mortals.
"Ah Kyung." Qiong Yi stopped and looked at him steadily: "Hold them and buy me time."
Her voice was engulfed by the rolling heat: "You can do it."
Sheng Xuanyuan's lips opened slightly, then pursed them.
Su Ye was anxious and annoyed. He wanted to save people, but the situation was critical now and he could only protect himself. Before he could call Qiong Yi to stop, the slender figure disappeared into the fire, as if being swallowed up by the flames. Same. At the same time, the rat whiskers above stared at Su Ye and shouted: "Boy, it's you!"
Sheng Xuanyuan didn't say anything to her. His true energy overflowed and he stepped on Cheng Ying. He ignored those who regarded him as his opponent and flew rapidly around the four directions where the fire was spreading. The few monks chanting sutras remained motionless. , Guangyao's Fa Cultivator responded to the enemy while watching his movements with a smile. Yan Ting understood Sheng Xuanyuan's thoughts and covered him to block the pursuers.
Flying to the edge of the house where the fire had not yet reached, Sheng Xuanyuan took a deep breath. The blue color on Chengying Sword suddenly turned black and turned into ink blue. Even at the risk of his sword skills being recognized, he still continued to imitate With the blessing of skills, he used "One Line of Sky": "Drink!" In an instant, the empty house street was destroyed like a dead tree, sand and stones were blown away, and a huge crack was split along with the ground to isolate the fire. spread.
The sword intent is so fierce, it must have suffered a lot of damage.
Yan Ting took a deep breath: "You don't want your life!" Then he shouted to Su Ye: "Cover him from the fire! I'll go find Qiong Yi!"
Su Ye dodged the rat-bearded man's sword blow and shouted: "Why didn't I go to pick her up?"
"If you know how to do water magic, just go!" Yan Ting said angrily: "Why are you having trouble with your own people at this time!"
Sheng Xuanyuan took a few breaths, gritted his teeth and said to Su Ye, "I don't need it! Deal with the people in your hands!"
"Sheng!... You!" Su Ye swallowed hard at his rebuke: "If you miss, just say so! I don't want to collect your body here!"
Yan Tingshen, who knew a little about water magic, used magic to gather a ball of water, surrounded it around him, and flew towards the ruins in the fire.
*
In the sea of fire, it was extremely difficult to breathe. Qiong Yi quickly shuttled through it, activating his true energy to protect himself. Soon he saw the women and men huddled in the empty space of the fire circle, daring not to move. They looked at the raging fire around them, and then looked at The monks who kept fighting in the sky could only tremble.
Qiong Yi ran to their side to lend a helping hand, but they raised their kitchen knives and axes as if they were faced with a formidable enemy. Qiong Yi stopped and raised his sword. The blood on the sword was glaring: "Is there someone trapped in the house? Over there? Have all the people in the head escaped?" She pointed to the most burned house and asked.
First, no one answered her, and then there were cries. A woman ran out of the crowd regardless of the pull of the people around her, and knelt down in front of her: "Save Fairy Girl, save my father! He has bad legs and feet! He is still in the house. !”
As she knelt down, someone else stood up and knelt down one after another: "Save the little fairy, save my son!"
"Ask Fairy Lady to save my wife..."
"Save them..."
Outside the raging fire, the faint sound of "Amitabha" made Qiong Yi's anger build up to the extreme. She only said: "I will try to save those who are still alive. If you can't save them, don't blame me."
"Cover your mouth and nose, bend over and run out!" Qiong Yi split open the burning wood blocking the road, "Don't wait here to die! If you can go this way, go this way!"
"There are evil people... they will kill us outside..."
Qiong also saw that the house was burned to pieces and sparks were flying. She raised her hand to block the flames with wind condensation. Her throat was dry and she scolded: "You will die if you stay here! Rush out from here! Quick! Don't delay. Help!"
At this time, Yan Ting rushed into the ring of fire: "Qiong Yi!"
"Brother Yan!" Qiong Yi took two steps in front of him: "Just in time! Send them out! There are still people in the sea of fire, and I can't do anything at all!"
Yan Tingshen looked at the approaching fire, which was getting more and more powerful, and glanced at the crowd: "Don't..." Before he could finish his words, Qiong Yi raised his sword and went deeper, and suddenly became angry: "You!" Yan Tingshen looked back. He said to the group of people: "If you have legs, run out for me! Protect the women and children and run out! Don't scatter! Don't run to the mountains! Find an open lowland!" After saying the water trick, he cast a spell on these ten or so people, "Hurry! "
What looked like a layer of water formed around the mortals. They finally no longer hesitated and fled towards the road Qiong also opened for them.
Yan Tingshen continued to walk toward the center of the fire, and some water patterns flowed out of Zhaolin's sword to protect his body.
Qiong Yi has the five elements of fire, but she has never specialized in the five elements of magic. She can only control a small part of the external fire and cannot absorb it, let alone put out the fire. In the flames, everything was distorted by the high temperature. She could no longer hear the voices of living people in the fire. She looked around and saw an unconscious child lying on the ground. She quickly rushed to see how he was. The child's body was hot. She didn't know whether she was dead or alive, but she had no time to care about that. Within ten steps, she saw an old man with white hair leaning against the earthen house that was not yet on fire. When she tried to pull him away, she saw the old man hunched over and fell down. Yan Tingshen's voice came from behind: "Qiong Yi!"
"Why are you still here!" Qiong Yi said in shock, raising his sword to chop open the falling beams. Yan Tingshen hurried over and cast a spell to make a protective water shield for her: "You carry these two people out and leave them to me here!" He lifted the old man half up and put it on Qiong Yi's shoulders, saying in a deep voice : "The city gate is sealed and they can't get out. I counted nineteen people in the group just now."
Qiong was also surprised: "You mean..."
Yan Tingshen nodded heavily.
If Zhang Yan wanted to disguise himself, he would most likely get mixed up with this group of people.
He added: "Go and help Xuan Yuan and Su Ye. They need you more than ordinary people."
Qiong also nodded, and when she rushed out of the fire with the child and the old man on her shoulders, there was only a woman waiting anxiously outside the fire ring. Qiong also handed the two of them into the woman's hands and looked at the sky: It was really a melee! Four monks from the Chanyin Sect and three monks from the Guangyao Sect were already fighting among the other cultivators present. Under the black curtain of the night sky, there were different lights and dazzling colors.
Sheng Xuanyuan and Su Ye were also in the middle of a chaotic fight. They seemed to be in a bad situation. From a distance, they were all stained. When Qiong Yi looked at them, he just felt that they were fighting in their own way and there was no cooperation at all.
She flew up with Qinggong to help the two of them. The rat-bearded man who was targeted by the two of them was seriously injured, but they didn't seem to get any benefits. The white-faced young monk of Zenyin Sect was holding a staff, and the ringing sound was deafening. He seemed to be sure to take down Sheng Xuanyuan who had consumed too much energy first. Qiong Yi rushed to Sheng Xuanyuan in just one breath and picked up When the monk touched the staff, the monk said "Hey", but did not open his narrowed eyes. Qiong was also dizzy by the sound of the bell on the staff, and seemed to feel a strange movement in his soul.
The white-faced monk smiled and said: "Although the girl is pregnant with ghosts, she has the virtue of a good life, which is really rare."
Qiong Yi turned around and looked at Sheng Xuanyuan. Seeing that he was no longer seriously injured, she stabbed him with her sword: "I don't know what to say!"
