Wu Family Sword Spirit

Chapter 2559
After Master Huijue sighed, I suddenly felt flustered and short of breath, my chest felt tight, and I felt a little breathless.

I don’t know why Master Huijue sighed, but judging from the current situation, it is definitely not a sign.

The old man stopped, and naturally we had to stop too.

When I looked at the seniors, I found that their faces were all livid and heavy.

"It's definitely not a problem for us old guys to rush out of this magic circle, but after we rush out, the people of the three major clans will probably all die. It's been a long time, and now they should also suffer heavy casualties "The real Wuyazi said worriedly.

"Perhaps the people of the three major tribes already think that we have abandoned them. Once we leave, they will become even more desperate." Master Wuwei also said.

"Master Huijue, is there anything else I can do?" my great-grandfather asked.

When I heard these seniors talking, I was confused. I looked at Lao Li behind me and asked him what happened. Lao Li took a deep breath, his face was extremely gloomy, and he shook his head helplessly. Said: "Xiaojiu, I'm afraid we won't be able to get out for a while. The opponent has changed their formations and the previous formations have been reorganized, which means that the bloody path we fought before has to go all over again. Although the opponent is trapped They will not kill us, but they have been trying their best to prevent us from going out. After we rush out, we don’t know how long it will take. I am afraid that by then, the people of the three major clans in Dahuang City will be strangled by the magic circle."

I didn't expect such a result, and I suddenly felt dizzy. What should I do?
Master Huijue, who was walking at the front, pondered for a moment, and then said: "Keep walking, let's speed up and try to get out earlier."

With that said, Master Huijue moved his steps again. This time, his steps obviously sped up a lot, and everyone followed closely.

After the formation changed, the opponent's killing moves became more and more frequent, and the people who rushed out became more dense. Almost every time they walked a dozen steps forward, they would encounter a powerful attack.

The other party has obviously locked some of their capable troops on our side, desperately resisting our advance.

I looked back, but saw that the people from the three major clans behind me had long disappeared, hidden by the magic circle.

The road ahead is vast and endless, and we are no longer shrouded and threatened by death all the time.

People are dying every minute now, and we are powerless.

After walking quickly for another five or six minutes, we encountered seven or eight groups of attacks. Master Huijue kept walking forward unswervingly. From behind, I saw that sweat had soaked through his clothes. At this moment, Master Huijue consumes a huge amount of spiritual power. If this continues, I don’t know how long he can persist.

After walking forward for another three or four minutes, I suddenly felt a little strange. The people who attacked and killed us were very dense, almost every one or two minutes. After walking for a while, I didn't encounter the previous scene again.

When I was thinking about this matter, Master Huijue who was walking in the front suddenly stopped and looked up towards the sky.

I didn't know what was going on, so I followed Master Huijue's gaze and looked above my head. Until now, I had not noticed the situation above my head, but I was just vigilantly feeling the murderous intent around me.

When I looked above my head at this time, I saw strange changes taking place in the sky. Black clouds were billowing and tumbling, and free lightning began to flicker in the clouds, and then there was a "boom". The muffled sound of thunder rolled past.

What's the situation?
"Why do I feel like someone is using the art of drawing thunder..." Zhou Yiyang, who was standing not far away, also looked up at the sky and said with some uncertainty.

Here, only Zhou Yiyang knows how to attract the sky thunder. He is an expert in this field. I have seen him attract the sky thunder, which seems to be the scene above his head.

"Yes, there are indeed people who are catching the thunder. If Pindao read it correctly, this method should be Nanshan's divine sword to draw the thunder. You can see the effect immediately." Master Wu Yazi looked up at the sky, his face There was a little joy on his face.

"So... people from all the sects have arrived?" Master Wuwei said excitedly.

"According to the fastest estimate, they should have arrived. Everyone, please be prepared, someone is coming to save us!" My great-grandfather said solemnly.

As soon as he finished speaking, there were several muffled thunders above his head, and the claws of lightning tore open large holes in the black night sky. The dark clouds began to rotate rapidly, and several waves of lightning struck in different directions. fell down.

Yes, this should be Nan Jiuzi from Nanshan who is attracting the sky thunder. I have seen them use this method when they first dealt with the Han mother and son. The nine masters of Nanshan worked together to attract the sky thunder. The formation was very powerful.

Whenever someone among the Nanjiuzi is lost, a new Nanshan master will join, and the nine people will always remain the same.

However, we can only see the thunder rolling down and the muffled roar, but we cannot see where the thunder landed.

The other party came at the right time. When we were at our wits' end, they suddenly appeared.

When I thought about people from all the major sects coming, I felt really uncontrollable excitement.

With the sound of rumbling thunder in his ears, Master Wuyazi looked at Master Huijue and said, "Master Huijue, what should we do next? All the people from all the sects should be here."

"We should stay the same to cope with the ever-changing situation. Let's wait here. There are at least several thousand masters from all sects in total. Attacking from the outside will soon break their formation. Then we can go out. Oh, Amitabha...My Buddha is merciful..." Master Huijue put his hands together and bowed three times in the west direction, showing great piety.

After listening to Master Huijue's words, we waited where we were.

After about five or six minutes, the phantom that kept flashing around us suddenly disappeared. We heard the faint sound of fighting. Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell not far from us with a bang. Mud rose into the sky, and his ears were buzzing.

The old lady behind her held up the purple golden bowl as a sacrifice, covering all of us so that we would not be drowned by the mud caused by the thunder that day.

(End of this chapter)