Looking at the corpses of Qingyun Sect disciples on the ground, Su Yunfei had mixed feelings. He felt that these people were not worth it. He should have fought the demon clan in a bloody battle. Even if he really died, he would be recorded in the history books and be remembered for generations. But now he died in the hands of the human race. It was a sign of betrayal and betrayal. The deed will be forever engraved on the pillar of shame, cast aside by future generations, and will be infamy for thousands of years!
However, they all brought this upon themselves. They could have become famous with Su Yunfei, but they chose to escape before the battle, leaving the person who rescued them almost in jeopardy.
Without saying too many words, everyone cremated the bodies of Qingyun Sect disciples, and nearly two hundred treacherous disciples disappeared between heaven and earth.
After releasing the few civilians who had been captured by the disciples of the Qingyun Sect to serve as cooks, the disciples of the Shushan Sword Tomb sat on the ground, adjusted their breathing, and prepared for the next battle.
While everyone was adjusting their breath and body, Su Yunfei and Ye Qingcheng talked about him and Yueyao Niutoushan rescuing innocent women, punishing young villains on the street in Gongshan City, breaking up the conspiracy at the Rongcheng temple fair, becoming sworn brothers with Liu Rusheng, and the warm moments in the small mountain village.
Ye Qingcheng listened very seriously, especially when she heard that Su Yunfei fought against the three venerable mirrors alone in Chengdu. She was so worried that she unconsciously held Su Yunfei's wrist.
When she heard about the lively scene of the temple fair in Rongcheng, she regretted not going with them. After finally hearing about the warm time in the small mountain village, she yearned for it in her heart.
Finally, she begged Su Yunfei to take her to the temple fair in Beijing tomorrow, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
Su Yunfei must have readily agreed.
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When everyone was almost adjusting their breaths, Dongfang Man called everyone together. He said in a deep voice: "Through various sects' continuous battles with the demon clan these days, more than 150 demon clan monks have been successfully killed, and more than 150 demon clan monks have been successfully killed. There are more than forty young geniuses from the demon clan who have not fallen. The rest are undoubtedly the most powerful group. Next, we may have to pay a heavy price to completely destroy them. Many of us may fall. , are you afraid?"
Everyone shouted in unison: "Don't be afraid!"
Dongfang Man shouted excitedly: "Okay! None of our men in Shushan is a coward! Now follow me to the northeast and destroy the thirty or so demon monks there."
Everyone flew towards the northeast with their swords in the air.
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About an hour later, everyone gradually approached the battlefield.
The battle was extremely fierce, with various talismans flying all over the sky, and various spells emerging one after another. Some monster monks manifested themselves and slapped the human monks with huge claws the size of houses. Some people who couldn't avoid them were beaten into mud by the giant claws.
Su Yunfei saw an acquaintance in the crowd, it was Shangguan Xiong of the Xuantian Sect, who was currently fighting a bloody battle with the Lion Clan demon cultivator. Although he was defeated by Su Yunfei last time, it did not make him depressed. On the contrary, he became more and more courageous with each defeat, and his current strength has obviously improved a lot.
He and the Lion Clan monk were almost evenly matched when suddenly the Lion Clan monk manifested his true form. However, it was not fully manifested, only a three-foot-tall and four-foot-long demon body was manifested. Then it suddenly let out a lion's roar at Shangguan Xiong, causing blood to bleed from his mouth and nose, causing him to lose consciousness. Then he took the opportunity to slap Shangguan Xiong and fly him away.
Shangguanxiong crashed directly into a huge rock. If he hadn't been wearing armor, he might have been shattered to pieces. However, he was also seriously injured and could not move for a short time.
The Lion Clan monk took advantage of your illness to kill you. After continuously swatting away several Xuantian Sect disciples who came to help, he jumped in front of Shangguan Xiong and raised his palms to swat him down.
The disciples of Xuantian Sect were filled with grief and anger, and most of them turned away and couldn't bear to see the next scene.
At this critical moment, a young man in white clothes stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds. Oh, that's right, he was flying on the Red Sky Sword. Before he could land, he slashed out with the sword, and the Lion Clan monk flew backwards, letting out an unwilling roar. Then he slashed out with another sword, and the huge lion's head flew out, staining the yellow sand with blood.
Many disciples of Xuantian Sect cried with joy and looked gratefully at Su Yunfei.
Su Yunfei walked up to Shangguanxiong. At this moment, he was too injured and could no longer speak. He could only make a whining sound. He didn't know whether it was to thank him or to say: I, Shangguanxiong, don't need your help.
Su Yunfei didn't want to understand what Shangguanxiong wanted to express, but said calmly: "There is no grudge between you and me. Zhang Qingchan and I are just simple friends. If you can untie the knot, I think we can become friends."
Then he killed the demon monk without looking back.
Looking at Su Yunfei's back, Shangguanxiong stretched out his arms with difficulty and made a fist-clasping movement.
Now Su Yunfei did not deliberately kill the demon monks, but left the opportunity to others. He was only responsible for using his sword to save anyone who was in danger.
After all, the defeat of the demon monks is a foregone conclusion, so give others more opportunities to become famous.
With the addition of the Shushan Sword Tomb disciples, the battle became almost one-sided. There were less than ten demon cultivators left out of thirty, and the human cultivators also paid a heavy price. More than a hundred Xuantian Sect, Lingyue Palace and other sects The disciples of the sect died.
Su Yunfei kept looking for Xiao Yunxi in the Lingyue Palace disciple area. He searched the entire area but couldn't find it. He felt a pain in his heart and almost fell down.
At this time, a Lingyue Palace disciple who had met Su Yunfei before saw Su Yunfei's expression and immediately understood what was going on. She ran over and said, "Junior Sister Xiao didn't come. She happened to be in seclusion and was preparing to attack the Lord's Mirror, so she missed it."
Su Yunfei felt relieved and thanked the disciple profusely, while helping her kill a demon monk.
Just when everyone was preparing to completely surround and kill the less than ten remaining demon monks,
A monster monk yelled: "Since we entered the human territory, we have always faced many human monks alone and paid a heavy price. No one has ever fought a fair battle with us.
We know that we are destined to die today, but we don’t want to be surrounded and killed. Otherwise, even if we die, I will look down on you human monks. You will only bully the few with more, you are all cowards! "
All the human monks present were extremely angry, but after thinking about it, what the demon monk said was indeed true. Except for a few human monks, no one else had the strength to kill the demon monks one-on-one.
It often takes the lives of five or six human monks to kill one demon monk.
Just as everyone was thinking, a demon monk came out. He looked around at everyone and said arrogantly: "I am a spider monk. Which human monk dares to come and fight me."
The human monks looked at each other in confusion. A moment later, when the Shushan Sword Tomb disciples were about to step forward, a thin young man wearing a Confucian shirt and a Confucian crown came out and said in response: "Xu Jingliang of White Deer Academy accepts the challenge!"
Everyone shouted: "Xu Jinghao is doing well!"
The spider monk looked at the somewhat thin human monk with disdain, and saw it punch directly. The punch was so powerful that it would definitely break a person's body if it hit him.
However, we did not see the scene that people thought. The powerful fist was firmly held against a ruler. The spider monk's fist was full of cracks and the wound was bleeding. Xu Jingliang won a small victory in the first round.
The human monks cheered one after another.
The spider spirit put away its contempt and directly opened its mouth to spin silk. The white silk thread directly wrapped Xu Jingliang like a cocoon.
Just when everyone thought he was in danger, the cocoon exploded, and Xu Jingliang walked out, covered in golden light, surrounded by various Confucian sage words, making him look like a Confucian saint.
The spider spirit opened its mouth to spin silk again, only to hear Xu Jingliang whisper: "All methods are empty!"
The spider spirit couldn't open its mouth. Xu Jingliang took advantage of the situation and launched an offensive. The ruler hit it like raindrops. This ruler, which contained the power of the Confucian sage's will, could actually break through the monster's defense.
The spider spirit was in great pain, and quickly transformed into its true form, breaking the Confucian restriction on speaking and speaking, and spit out a spider web from its mouth. This time, the spider web was extremely strong, but it was still broken by the sage's words around Xu Jingliang, but the words were obviously much darker.
At this time, the spider spirit directly controlled the hair on its body to separate from the body, forming a giant sword about ten feet long, and slashed at Xu Jingliang,
When Xu Jingliang saw this, he directly stood the ruler in front of him. The ruler kept getting bigger and blocked the long sword. Then he frantically used the Confucian art of speaking and speaking to bombard the Spider Clan monks.
The huge spider also endured huge damage, and madly used the giant sword to stab forward,
With a click, the ruler broke into pieces, and the long sword stabbed Xu Jingliang. At the critical moment, the sages' words around him blocked the giant sword, but Xu Jingliang also suffered tremendous pain.
The spider monk was already scarred and scarred, and his energy was exhausted. Finally, he let out a long roar, used up the last bit of energy, and stabbed forward with his long sword,
The sage's words around Xu Jingliang gradually dimmed and finally disappeared. Xu Jingliang was also penetrated through the heart, and the spider monk died of exhaustion.
The disciples of Bailu Academy exclaimed: "Senior Brother Xu!"
A disciple from Bailu Academy caught Xu Jingliang, who was about to die. He looked around at everyone and saw their concerned and sad eyes. He said in broken words: "I...Bailu Academy...Xu Jingliang...didn't give me anything." Isn't it embarrassing for the human race?" After saying that, his arms hung down weakly.
The emotions of all the people were aroused, and everyone shouted: "Well done Xu Jinghao! You are the pride of the human race!" Unfortunately, he would never hear it.
Dongfang Man, who had always been strong, had wet eyes at this moment.
The second demon monk came out. He was a wild boar spirit. The two fangs on his mouth were particularly obvious, making him look very ferocious.
Before the wild boar spirit could shout, a human monk stepped out to challenge.
It turned out to be the handsome Master Kong Jian.
In the sky, I saw Master Buddha singing: "Amitabha"
The wild boar spirit opened its mouth and spit out two fangs, stabbing Master Kongjian. Master Kongjian directly popped out two rosary beads. With a bang, the rosary beads and fangs exploded directly, and the wild boar spirit's mouth was filled with blood.
The fangs were considered his natal magical weapon, but the fangs that could pierce copper walls and iron walls were directly bombarded and shattered by two rosary beads.
In fact, Master Kong Jian suffered a greater loss. The two rosary beads were refined from the relics of the eminent monks and were used by him to understand the Buddhist teachings of the previous sages. As a result, they were lost here.
I saw the space master sitting cross-legged and clasping his hands together, and began to recite scriptures. As he recited the scriptures one by one, the ethereal words suddenly appeared, and they all poured into the ears of the wild boar spirit.
The wild boar spirit's ears, eyes, and nostrils were bleeding at the same time. It covered its ears and kept rolling on the ground, but the scriptures still entered his ears through the palms of its hands.
Suddenly, the wild boar spirit manifested itself directly, dragging its body as huge as a mountain, and the runner was about to hit Kong Jian,
I saw a huge blurry image of an old monk appearing behind Master Kongjian. The old monk stretched out his palm and slapped the wild boar's head, knocking it to the ground. As the last Buddhist sutra was recited, the wild boar's huge body exploded to pieces!
The space master also had bleeding from his mouth and nose and was seriously injured. He was supported by the Dongfang man behind him. He checked and found that the injury was not fatal, but it would take half a year before he could walk.
The crowd went wild.
