An imperceptible sinister smile appeared at the corner of Duan Wuren's mouth, playing a sneak attack with him, the one named Fang was still a bit green.
Suddenly, Duan Wuren opened his eyes and poured his inner energy into the scimitar. The scimitar immediately flew up and struck Li Qingxiao with a killing force that would destroy the world.
Facing this sudden blow, Li Qingxiao, who was not prepared enough, could only resist, and a bunch of talismans flew out. Suddenly, the hall was filled with flames and smoke.
Duan Wuren also cursed secretly: This little beast really likes to play dirty.
The scimitar moved rapidly, and the knife could no longer withstand it, and was soon shot down to the ground. Li Qingxiao had no time to retreat, and punched out——Tai Chi Shadowless Fist.
"Puff..." After several sounds, the scimitar brought up pieces of blood mist and stabbed towards the hall door. There was only a loud "bang" sound, and the two doors of the hall were broken!
At this time, the smoke had dissipated, and Duan Wuren secretly resented: This damn smoke made it difficult for him to see the situation clearly, and he could only control the scimitar to keep moving forward, but he did not expect that it destroyed the door of the hall.
If he could see clearly, he controlled the scimitar and turned around, and Li Qingxiao's head had already fallen to the ground.
The people hiding in the corner of the hall saw that the door of the hall had been destroyed and rushed out. They were not willing to stay here for a moment longer.
Li Qingxiao was secretly glad that he had drawn a few more fireworks talismans, otherwise he really didn't know what the result would be. As for the injuries on his fists, he didn't care about them at all.
After the machete destroyed the hall door, Duan WuBian quickly recalled it. However, when passing by the knife, the scimitar seemed to be out of his control, spinning rapidly above the knife, unwilling to leave for a long time.
Duan Wuren was also wondering in his heart, could there be some treasure in this knife? Otherwise, how could such a rare treasure as a machete be cherished by a small knife?
Hum, if you kill the man named Li, the knife will be yours.
Li Qingxiao was sitting in a corner of the hall and had no time to pick up the magical weapons scattered on the ground.
He slowly began to circulate his true energy. He thought that Duan Wuren's internal energy must have been consumed a lot during this period, and naturally he saw Duan Wuren meditating, but this time, he did not dare to gamble anymore.
Of course, the moment the machete rotates above the knife, it cannot escape his eyes. He was thinking, what makes the scimitar like this? After thinking about it again and again, I couldn't think of a reason, so I simply stopped thinking about it.
In the spacious hall, he and Duan Wuren were the only two people. The rest ran out or became dead.
He did not expect that the inner energy of the innate master was no worse than his own golden elixir cultivation level, and even stronger than his own. The gap between Xiantian and Tian level is definitely not the same level of cultivation. The difference is actually so big.
Duan Wuren meditated quietly, as if he was the only one existing between heaven and earth.
Now, after the previous hardships, his internal Qi is far inferior to what it used to be. He urgently needs to regulate his breathing and stabilize his Dantian. He was not worried about Li Qingxiao's sneak attack. With the scimitar around, any sneak attack could only be counterattacked by him.
He himself did not expect that with the internal energy running, the scimitar did not consume internal energy in the process of killing the enemy. What really consumed the internal energy was controlling the direction of the scimitar.
Despite his innate cultivation, it still feels unnatural to control, and sometimes he can't control it.
He kept thinking about how to kill Li Qingxiao as soon as possible, otherwise his disadvantage would become more obvious the further he went.
So he quickly swallowed a few pills, and without waiting for his true energy to fully recover, he forced his inner energy to circulate, and the scimitar rose into the sky again, stabbing towards Li Qingxiao with a majestic murderous aura.
At this time, Li Qingxiao had recovered most of his energy, but his right hand was seriously injured and he could no longer move normally.
Li Qingxiao circulated his true energy, jumped up, picked up the knife on the ground with his left hand, held it in his hand, and stabbed Duan Wuren. Duan Wuren was shocked and struck out with a palm, forcing Li Qingxiao back several meters away with his palm seals.
Li Qingxiao spat out a mouthful of blood and thought to himself, the innate master really has some background. However, no matter how good he is, he must die at this moment!
Li Qingxiao sat cross-legged, his true energy circulated slowly, and he kept chanting incantations.
Suddenly, gusts of wind blew, with a whistling sound, and thunder arcs, accompanied by lightning, fell through the air.
Under the control of Li Qingxiao's true energy, he came directly to Duan Wuren's head.
Duan Wuren was horrified, his expression was panicked, and he was filled with fear. He stared at his eyes and opened his mouth. Before he could make a sound, he only heard a "bang" and Duan Wuren was wiped out!
Li Qingxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground, with the scimitar also falling to the ground.
He sat cross-legged and quietly circulated his true energy, allowing the true energy to flow through the meridians throughout his body, and some small obstacles rushed past. But some big obstacles are not so easy and require constant impact over and over again to recover.
Li Qingxiao obviously felt that after fighting against the innate master this time, his strength was really not that strong. If he didn't have a few magical weapons left by his master, how could he kill Duan WuBian?
The people who ran out of the hall hid in a corner of the hall. When they saw the lightning arc flashing by, they were all frightened.
After a loud "bang", everything in the hall became quiet.
The people from various sects who were hiding, including members of the Jingyi sect, have all come out.
They cautiously stretched their necks and looked around, finally landing at the door of the hall. They only found Li Qingxiao meditating, while Duan Wuren was nowhere to be found.
Some sharp-eyed people have already discovered the scimitar lying on the ground. It is obvious that Duan WuBian is in danger. But they didn't dare to say anything, they could only stand quietly and look around.
They wanted to run out of the hall, but the door of the hall was locked from the outside. No matter how high they were, they could not open the golden door.
Just when everyone was at a loss, the golden door of the hall opened with a creak.
A group of about a dozen people came in, led by a middle-aged man, dressed in black robes, holding a long sword in his hand, and exuding murderous aura.
Behind him were a dozen warriors, all dressed in different styles. From the pace of their walking, it could be seen that their cultivation was not low, at least that of earth-level warriors.
Wu Hui was neither a member of the Four Elephants Formation nor a member of the encirclement and suppression operation, so he was outside the hall from the beginning.
But he didn't want to leave just like that. He wanted to see a battle between high-level warriors. He had never seen even the sect's Four Elephant Formation. Naturally, he would not let go of such an opportunity to watch the battle at close range. But as soon as he came out, the door to the hall was closed.
But he was not discouraged and continued to wait here. It was not until he heard a loud noise, the door of the hall was destroyed, and everyone ran out in panic that they realized that watching the battle was also risky.
Especially when he saw that all of his previously unattainable senior brothers only had one arm left, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
Now, when he saw the person walking in outside the door, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in his heart.
He thought that no matter how powerful Li Qingxiao was, he was still at the end of his game and his strength had been exhausted. As long as I can go in and kill him at this time, my status in the Jingyi Sect will definitely improve a lot in the future.
While the rest of the Jingyi disciples were frightened, he came out, trotted towards the middle-aged man who took the lead, clasped his fists respectfully and said:
"Elder Zhao, the murderous demon surnamed Fang is at the end of his game. Please ask Elder Zhao to avenge the disciples of Jingyi Sect. To wash away the shame, I would like to serve Wu Hui, the deacon of Jingyi Sect."
When Elder Zhao heard this, he felt extremely relieved.
This team of people was led by him to transport gold to the mine. Since it was related to the foundation of the Jing family, a heaven-level warrior always led a group of earth-level warriors there.
This time, three heaven-level warriors died, and Cheng Yunchuan was still busy encircling and suppressing Li Qingxiao. He couldn't find a candidate, so he was selected from among the earth-level warriors.
His cultivation was already at the late stage of an Earth-level warrior, completely close to that of a Heaven-level warrior. After transporting the gold, he came back to resume his life, but he didn't expect to catch up with him like this.
Are Duan Wuren and Cheng Yunchuan dead? If it were true, then wouldn't it be Zhao Yi who is the leader of the Jingyi Sect?
Well, my cultivation level is the highest so far, and I am Duan Wuren's adopted brother. In this case, I am worried that no one will support me? Isn't it that this junior named Wu Hui is very discerning at this time? Well, he deserves praise.
I thought so, but I couldn't say that. I just heard Zhao Yi say sadly: "Deacon Wu, do you mean that my eldest brother and Elder Cheng were both killed?"
Without waiting for Wu Hui to answer, a Xuan-level warrior in the crowd said: "Elder Cheng died, and the sect master is also in trouble. Now there is only the big devil named Fang in the hall."
Zhao Yi was very happy when he got the answer he wanted, but his face was solemn and he said sadly:
"Brother, Elder Cheng, I, Zhao Yi, will definitely find justice and revenge for you."
After a pause, he looked at the disciples of the Jingyi Sect with only one arm left, and thought of the cultivation of Duan Wuren and Cheng Yunchuan, and the joy in his heart suddenly diluted a little.
While he was hesitating, Wu Hui said again: "Elder Zhao, currently you are the only one with the highest cultivation level among our Jing sect. Please make the decision for us."
As soon as Zhao Yi heard this, the hesitation in his heart was instantly wiped away. He turned his head and said to a dozen prefecture-level warriors:
"Our Jingyi Sect suffered this disaster because of one person. We all know this person. He is the murderous maniac Li Qingxiao."
"The thief is in the hall now. As Earth-level warriors of Jingyi Sect, it is our duty to kill this thief."
With that said, he led a dozen prefecture-level warriors into the hall. Among the people outside the hall, only Wu Hui followed.
