"You two, please let me go, I beg you!"
The supervisor knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Lin Bing and Luo Lan and begged for mercy.
In fact, this supervisor was also very puzzled, because Lin Bing and Luo Lan used the illusion mirror to completely transform into Rakshasa disciples, with two completely different appearances, so naturally the Rakshasa supervisor could not recognize them, nor did he know. How to offend these two people.
Lin Bing looked down at him, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "If I had known this today, why bother?"
The supervisor was so frightened by Lin Bing's gaze that he trembled his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't.
Lin Bing ignored him no longer, raised the long sword in his hand high, and then stabbed the supervisor fiercely.
The sword penetrated the supervisor's chest, and blood spurted out.
The supervisor's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face.
He never understood until his death why Lin Bing treated him like this.
Lin Bing drew out his sword, and blood splashed all over his cheek. He wiped his face nonchalantly, then turned and walked towards the other enemies.
The death of that supervisor frightened the other Rakshasa disciples, and they realized that this time the enemy was no longer the same as before.
Under the leadership of their leader, this group of female cultivators from the Blood Moon Sect have become more cohesive and more effective, at least twice as strong as before.
The battle on the high platform continued. Duan Wuya struggled hard, but still could not break free. He watched his disciples fall one by one, and the despair in his heart could not be expressed in words.
The disciples of the Blood Moon Sect formed a circle under the high platform, surrounding all the enemies. They raised their weapons high and let out loud cheers.
At this moment, they finally waited for the moment of revenge.
Mo Qinghuan and Xuanji led several Blood Moon Sect disciples to search for traces of Xu Aotian everywhere on the high platform. They carefully checked every corner for fear of missing any clues.
At this time, Mo Qinghuan's eyes were fixed on an inconspicuous corner. She was startled and quickly called everyone to come closer. Then she was pleasantly surprised to find that the hiding figure was Xu Aotian.
Xu Aotian obviously also discovered Mo Qinghuan and others. A flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and he turned around to run away. Upon seeing this, Lin Bing rushed forward without hesitation, trying to stop Xu Aotian.
However, Xu Aotian was so powerful that Lin Bing was no match for him. However, Lin Bing's body was flexible and he kept dodging Xu Aotian's attacks while constantly getting closer to Xu Aotian.
Xu Aotian was shocked when he saw that Lin Bing was able to dodge his attack. He thought to himself: Although this guy is not strong, his movement skills are really weird, and he was unable to defeat him for a while.
At this time, Mo Qinghuan had already rushed up with several disciples. Xu Aotian's heart sank, knowing that he had no chance to escape. He glared at Lin Bing fiercely, then turned around, preparing to fight with Mo Qing Huan and others fight to the end.
Lin Bing took the opportunity to get behind Xu Aotian and stabbed him in the back with a sword. However, just as the tip of the sword was about to penetrate Xu Aotian's body, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the side and grabbed Lin Bing's wrist.
Lin Bing was shocked. He never expected that there was someone hiding in this inconspicuous corner.
Lin Bing only felt that his wrist tightened and the sword could no longer penetrate Xu Aotian's body. The man's face was covered by a black robe and his expression could not be seen, but Lin Bing could feel the powerful aura emanating from him. .
The man stared at Lin Bing coldly, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.
"Do you think you can kill our young sect master?"
Lin Bing was intimidated by the man's aura, and he was horrified. This man was definitely stronger than himself, at least a Yuanying stage monk, because only the Yuanying stage could have such a strong sense of oppression.
At this time, Xu Aotian had already reacted. He turned around suddenly and punched Lin Bing. Lin Bing only had time to let out a scream before he was knocked away by Xu Aotian.
Lin Bing's body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground. The severe pain made him almost breathless.
Seeing that Lin Bing was injured, Mo Qinghuan felt anxious. She appeared next to Lin Bing in a flash and supported Lin Bing.
At the same time, Elder Xuanji quickly came to support and blocked Xu Aotian's attack direction.
A coldness flashed in Mo Qinghuan's eyes, she formed a seal with her hands, and a powerful aura burst out from her body.
When Elder Xuanji saw this, she showed no sign of weakness. She squeezed the secrets with both hands, and a ball of black energy flew out of her hands and attacked Xu Aotian.
Xu Aotian faced the attacks of these two people but did not panic at all, as if he had something to rely on.
Sure enough, the attacks of Mo Qinghuan and the two men were quickly blocked by one of the men in black. At the same time, another strong man in white robes emerged from the side.
Mo Qinghuan detected the spiritual energy of the two people and immediately frowned.
Because these two people are also at the Nascent Soul stage!
Xuan Ji also recognized that these two people turned out to be the two guardians of the Rakshasa Sect, Black and White.
Two very mysterious powerful men in the legend.
"I really didn't expect that there would be these two old ghosts in the Rakshasa Sect."
"Aren't they always in seclusion? Why are they here?"
The two of them were horrified. These two people were powerful and had strange methods. They were definitely not ordinary people.
With the support of the two guardians of the Rakshasa Sect, Xu Aotian became arrogant again. He held his head high, his eyes full of disdain and arrogance, and he shouted loudly.
"Do you think that our Rakshasa Sect, which has been standing for thousands of years, only has this little strength? Today your Blood Moon Sect is finished. I, the Rakshasa Sect, will completely bury you here and kill you to pieces!"
Xu Aotian's voice echoed in the night sky, carrying endless threats and cruelty, as if announcing an inevitable bloody killing.
Behind Xu Aotian, the Rakshasa Sect disciples also straightened their chests, showing their powerful momentum.
Mo Qinghuan and Xuan Ji looked at each other and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes, because they both felt something was wrong. It seemed that the Rakshasa Sect still had a trump card that they had not revealed, and this trump card was probably very powerful, otherwise Xu Aotian definitely didn't dare to be so arrogant.
It is very possible that black and white and impermanence are only part of the trump cards, and there are stronger trump cards that have not yet been revealed.
In another corner of the Blood Moon Sect, Ji Wushuang and Duan Wuya were locked in a bitter battle.
At this moment, Duan Wuya's situation was already in danger. Every attack from Ji Wushuang made Duan Wuya's body tremble, and he was directly suppressed by Ji Wuya, without any ability to fight back.
Because there is a big gap in the cultivation level between the two, Ji Wushuang is already a monk at the stage of transformation into gods, while Duan Wuya is only at the late stage of Nascent Soul.
Although there is only a small gap in the middle, the real strength is very different. No matter how hard you work in the Nascent Soul stage of the world of immortality, you can't beat the monks in the Transformation stage.
