My fairy is too affectionate

Chapter 57 Zongmen Crisis ([-])

Yuzhao Peak, the frontal battlefield.

The only person in charge held the medicine, and was held back by the unjust dead ghosts whose cultivation level was not as good as his own. You come and go, fighting for thousands of rounds, it is still hard to tell the outcome.

Li Yao, Wu Zhang, Ji Fengmian, and Jiang Guo all had the highest cultivation levels among the left-behind disciples, so they naturally became the leaders.

Li Yao Yuanying's cultivation is at the peak level, and Wu Zhang's Yuanying's cultivation level is at the second level. Both of them are inner disciples taught by the suzerain Jian Xingzhou.

Ji Fengmian Yuanying's second-level cultivation was taught by the second elder Ye Yang, and she is considered the direct senior sister of the lustful Liu Jia.

The outside disciple deacon, Jiang Guo, and Yuanying have a first-level cultivation base. They usually follow the medicine to weed weeds and make alchemy. In actual combat, they follow the mentor to hold the medicine.

On the other hand, look at the enemy.

Heartbroken ghosts are the most bitter and spiritual level of cultivation.

The headless ghost does not turn his head back, and the gluttonous ghost Wang Tianchou is the peak cultivation base of the Nascent Soul.

There is also Qi Rong, a ghost under the flower, a strong man in the middle stage of Mahayana.

In the last Immortal League, Qing Qi held a blue-and-white jade bone fan, which was unpredictable, overcoming dozens of masters on the top list, and jumped to No. 15 on the top list.

The confrontation between the two sides is not equal in terms of cultivation, nor is the actual combat experience.

The mountain barrier will break down without attack.

The gate of the previous life is like entering the land of no one, and advances triumphantly all the way.

A disciple of Ling Jianzong suffered heavy casualties, and was soon forced to the eighth peak, Yuzhao Peak.

The leader, Li Yao, Wu Zhang, and others were all seriously injured, staggering and unable to stand steadily.

The headless ghost didn't turn his head back, and frantically swung his life weapon and beheaded whip with a smile, wanting to take Li Yao's life.

This head-beheading whip, black and shiny all over, can be stretched and shortened, and the whip is extremely poisonous. It is refined from the headless ghost's own hair.

Under the black whip, countless heads were severed.

Headless ghosts take lives, preferring to hang people's heads.

The black-brown spiritual power on the beheading whip rolled and swam towards Li Yao's face, like a female ghost's long hair fluttering.

Li Yao was terrified in his heart, grasped the long sword tightly, and was ready to fight to the death.

At the very moment, a dark golden sword shadow descended from the sky and struck at the beheading whip.

then.

Two men and one woman stood tall like a mountain, protecting many Ling Jianzong disciples behind them.

"Everyone, brothers and sisters."

The young man in the lead was upright and dignified, and he spoke sonorously, "Temporarily step back and adjust the breath, and leave the rest to us."

This person's name is Fang Musheng. Like Li Yao and Wu Zhang, he was personally taught by the suzerain Jian Xingzhou. He is highly respected by the disciples of Ling Jianzong, and he is a real senior brother among the next generation.

Fang Musheng is talented and intelligent, but also works hard. In less than 5000 years, he has reached the late stage of transformation.

The strength is tyrannical, surpassing the elders holding medicine.

The other two beside him should not be underestimated either.

Lan Chen, Second Elder Ye Yang's favorite student, has a cultivation level of Transformation God.

Hu Zhen'er, under the seat of Tong Ling, the Fifth Elder, is on the second floor of Huashen, that is, the middle stage of Huashen's cultivation, and has the ability to control beasts, which is unrivaled among his disciples.

The three of them went out to practice together, and they have not returned to the sect for decades.

It wasn't until a few days ago that there was a change in the battle for the front, worried about the safety of the sect, and wanted to find out whether Jian Xingzhou and the others were dead or alive, so they hurried back.

At the same time, after ninety-nine and eighty-one disasters, the drug holder finally defeated the unjust dead ghost and injured him, making it difficult to cause trouble.

"You are finally back."

Holding the medicine and panting, he rushed to Yuzhao Peak.

"Four elders."

Fang Musheng and Lanchen Hu Zhener bowed their fists and bowed to hold the medicine.

When the three of them returned, a gust of wind blew up, and the haze disappeared.

The disciples of Ling Jianzong, with bruised noses and swollen faces, came back to life from despair and fear, forgetting the tragic scenes of defeat.

Full of confidence, point the sword at the enemy.

In an instant, the situation on the field became complicated and confusing.

Who wins and who loses is still unknown.

"Hey!"

The gluttonous ghost Wang Tianchou turned his head, extremely impatient, and yelled at the person opposite.

He was short and dainty, with bright red beards all over his cheeks, standing next to the slender Qing Qi, like a child of thirteen or fourteen.

Especially with a towering ax on his shoulders, he looks even more small and exquisite.

"Whether to fight or not, I'm still rushing home for dinner."

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

Wang Tianchou, who was born as a beggar, never fails to eat three meals a day no matter how diligent his cultivation is.

As he spoke, he picked up the axe, kicked his feet, leaped forward with his strength, chopped out a bright brown axe-shaped light and shadow, and went straight to hold the medicine.

boom--

The dark brown ax-shaped light and shadow were easily cut off by the wind-chasing sword in Fang Musheng's hand.

Unlike holding medicine, Fang Musheng focused on his cultivation, but also did not forget to temper his resilience.

From the very beginning when he entered the way of kendo, Master Jian Xingzhou told him that only a blood-stained sword can be called a real sword.

So he left Ling Jianzong, left the master sword and sailed to protect his wings, and traveled all over the upper world.

It is bound to let the sword in your hand become a real sword.

"Yo, there are two tricks."

The heartbroken ghost was the most bitter, with his arms folded around his chest, "Greedy ghost, you have to be careful."

It was originally caring, but it was catalyzed by her soft and thin voice, which made it sound like a sarcasm no matter what.

The gluttonous ghost looked at the sky and was unhappy.

With a cold snort, he raised his big ax and leaped towards Fang Musheng.

"Senior brother, I'm coming!"

Lan Chen shook his right arm, and the Sword of Destiny came out in response to the call. With a light tap of his toe, he jumped forward and confronted the gluttonous ghost head-on.

Although it is only a small step at the level of Huashen against the peak of Yuanying, it is a thousand miles away in a fight.

Wang Chenjian only swung his sword once, and the gluttonous ghost looked at the sky and worried, and flew more than ten feet away like a rag, fell to the ground, and vomited two mouthfuls of blood.

Win with one move!
Holding the medicine, he silently swallowed twice.

I can only comfort myself with the words that green is better than blue and better than blue.

Seeing this, Qing Qi, who had been wandering away from the fight and watching coldly, narrowed his eyes slightly, releasing a bloodthirsty danger signal.

In the hand, once and for all, fan the blue and white jade bone fan leisurely.

The spiritual power of Mu Yuandan in the dantian is tumbling, ready to go, and the blue light slowly climbs from the fan handle to the fan blade.

In the blink of an eye, Lan Chen used his body as a support, and pushed his sword forward. The sharp sword was like a flying knife, and the brown golden sword had a cold light, and stabbed straight at the glutton who fell to the ground.

call--

Qing Qi stretched out his arms like a Peng spreading its wings.

The blue and white jade bone fan is like a spinning top, leaving the hand.

When the fan returned, Lan Chen's right arm had a seven or eight-inch gash, and the white flesh turned out, which was extremely ferocious.

The fan blades cut from human bones are like wind and knives, breaking the skin and breaking the bones, without dripping blood.

Lan Chen looked at the wound, his brows were erected, feeling deeply troubled.

"You guys." Qing Qirong waved his fan, calm and composed, his eyes swept lightly over the faces of the people holding the medicine, "Are you coming one by one, or together?"

Fang Musheng went up without saying a word, holding his sword.

Holding the medicine, Lan Chen followed closely behind.

Qing Qirong grinned, closed her fan and kicked her legs, and flew high into the sky.

In his hands, the blue-and-white jade-bone fan is as nimble as a snake, and it can stretch, close, spin, pass, and close with ease.

With one against three, there is no panic.

He even had enough energy to order the rest of the people to continue attacking the mountain.

The disciples sent by the Qianshengmen this time are all monks above the late stage of alchemy, and their combat power is full.

Ling Jianzong has one hundred thousand disciples, and there are five or six thousand disciples above alchemy.

It stands to reason that even if they can't win overwhelmingly, they should be evenly divided.

However, Ling Jianzong has had no wars for more than 3000 years, and most of the disciples have only practiced according to the scriptures. Except for the competition in the disciple assessment, they have never fought with anyone, let alone talked about killing people.

With the same level of cultivation, each disciple in the previous life can fight three or four.

What's more, there are still masters such as ghosts who break love, and one is worth a hundred, and one is worth a thousand.

Hu Zhen'er looked around, Ling Jianzong was already defeated, and many low-cultivation disciples were killed or injured.

Holding a white jade long Xiao in her hand, she closed her eyes and thought.

A few seconds later, he let out a mouthful of foul air, as if he had made up his mind, and blew the Yu Xiao.

(End of this chapter)