Take my luck yesterday?Today, I am cultivating immortals and leading my sect to fly.

Ruan Li retreated in panic, and caught a glimpse of Wei Min's scene from the corner of his eye. He was instantly confused, and a flaw was exposed without warning, and Bo Jia's long knife pierced his left arm.

"Brother!"

She was anxious, but couldn't get out.

After seeing the blood, Bo Jia's eyes became more and more excited. In fact, he didn't pay attention to these young monks at all. When Yue Man and others caught up with them, they flew them away without looking at them, but he didn't care about Ruan Li. He never resorted to cruelty. He reserved some strength and playfully led Ruan Li to take his moves, as if he was curious about how long she could last.

"Little girl, how dare you get distracted while fighting me?"

Bo Jia's smile always had a sinister and weird look to it. He glanced at Meng Shi who was standing with a knife in his hand. He was dissatisfied with his delay and said complainingly, "Meng Shi, you still haven't dealt with the annoying guy." Do you want to join me? Then I can have this little girl all to myself."

He thought that Meng Shi was like him, and the reason why the battle had been dragged out until now was because he had been teasing each other, but Wei Min and Ruan Li were different, and he was not worthy of their efforts.

Meng Shi held the sword in silence, and the dazzling sword light in front gradually disappeared, leaving only a thin figure half-kneeling on the ground. The Shengxie Sword shone with scarlet light and penetrated deeply into the cracked earth. Wei Min His long hair was disheveled, but he resisted the attack forcefully.

The scene that Meng Shi expected did not happen. He frowned slightly and finally took it seriously, saying with interest, "If you can have such strength in Shenji Realm, you have a good understanding."

Before coming here, he didn't expect that there would be two Shenji realm disciples here. It seemed that the qualifications of the disciples of the Immortal Alliance in recent years were very good.

"In that case," Meng Shi slowly raised his sword, "You will definitely lose here today."

Now that they have decided to take action against them, the disciples of the Immortal Alliance, whether it will cause a backlash from the Immortal Alliance is not within their scope of consideration. Whatever they do, they must do it. As subordinates, the only thing they can do is to solve problems for their superiors. Such an outstanding person from the Shenji Realm must not be retained any longer.

The monstrous demonic energy surged from all directions, and Wei Min raised his head. There was already a light red mark on his cheek, which made his face look as pale as paper. He had just covered up the move that used [-]% of his strength It was not easy to catch it. After the excessive explosion, the pain in his Dantian was unbearable. The palm of his hand holding the sword hilt was cracked and blood was dripping down the edge of the sword.

The Victory Evil Sword was originally a killing sword that drank countless demon blood in the battle between immortals and demons. At this moment, the blade of the sword was buzzing, and Wei Min, who was connected to its mind, could clearly sense its killing intent and restlessness.

He raised his face slightly and saw that Ruan Li was trapped in a small area by Bo Jia. He could only defend but not attack. He could see that Bo Jia was deliberately teasing. When Ruan Li was exhausted, he would be hit by Bo Jia's full strength. The attack was completely suppressed, and the two of them had no chance of winning at this rate.

The overly powerful and violent spiritual power fluctuations caused the sky and the earth to change color and the earth was turbulent. Wei Min withstood the strong pressure and straightened his bent knees bit by bit. He held the hilt of the Victory Evil Sword tightly with both hands and swept towards him. Stand still in the strong wind.

"Do you still have strength?" Meng Shi thought thoughtfully and raised his knife to chop. Suddenly, an extremely powerful hurricane swept over. He no longer deliberately reserved his strength and used ten percent of his strength. The fire was almost It can burn people until no bones remain.

"Victory over evil!"

Wei Min shouted low, and Sheng Xie responded immediately. Following the strength of his sword, he suddenly pulled it out from the ground, and swung out a swift sword light, which collided with the fire with the force of thunder, sending out a huge blast that could shake the world. ring.

"Bam—"

Fire burned for thousands of miles, swords swept in all directions, and the city wall that had stood for a hundred years behind them all collapsed. Several people who had been unconscious due to serious injuries finally regained consciousness in this huge battle. At the same time, they heard Wei Min's low and hoarse voice. "Help me set up the formation."

Wei Min's low voice carried his unique coldness, falling into his ears as if there was frost and snow falling on his heart. He couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation. Ruan Li turned her head as if feeling something, and saw his slight bow. His back - he had never been so tense before.

When he first met Wei Min, he was sitting on the lush apricot tree at Xiaoyao Peak. When he heard the master's voice, he just lazily raised his eyelids, and his light and cold eyes fell lightly from the end of his eyes, letting him The person watching felt inexplicably uncomfortable. At that time, he was distant, lazy, and didn't look like a senior brother.

We met again during the sect competition. Wei Min seemed to have decided to be a good senior brother. His straight and broad back always left a place for Ruan Li to lean on. Every time Ruan Li met his gaze after healing, she always felt that his cold eyes He seemed to have his own shadow in her. At that time, he was gentle and could tolerate her in any appearance.

However, at this moment, Wei Min was full of murderous aura. He was surrounded by demonic energy, and he was holding a bloodthirsty long sword in his hand. He looked fierce as Ruan Li had never seen before. She learned from Wei Min's low Sensing something in the hoarse voice, the sword in his hand trembled slightly.

Her heart, which had always been steady and unmoving, suddenly started to stir. She wanted to call out Wei Min, but she couldn't open her mouth.

Ruan Li was not sure whether she really made a sound, but Wei Min turned his head and looked over. His long and thick eyelashes were slightly drooped, making it appear that his cold eyes were very gentle, fixed on Ruan Li. There was a pause for two seconds.

It was a look full of comfort.

The sword light in front of Wei Min expanded again, as if it had the potential to swallow up the sky and the earth. It served as a perfect cover for Yue Man and the others. When he gave the order, the three of them reacted very quickly, holding on for a while and ducking behind him. .

Every time Yue Man spoke a word, he could feel the pain in his Dantian being pulled. The smell of blood and rust filled his throat, and his voice was so hoarse that it was completely unrecognizable.

"How to set up the formation?"

The three of them stood in a triangle, all looking like they were about to fall down at any moment. It was really difficult for them to face two demon kings with their level of cultivation. However, Wei Min stood firmly in front, and they realized Got the confidence.

Although they didn't know what Wei Min was going to do, since they needed their help, they tried their best to do it.

Nangong He grimaced in pain and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, "I didn't expect that there would be times when I would come in handy."

Wei Min's deep voice reached their ears word for word, "Listen to my orders, advance one to the left and retreat two, advance three to the right, and retreat four to the side."

As the sound of his words fell, the three directions lit up with faint fluorescence. Yue Man and the others quickly moved to stand where they should be.

Wei Min looked forward, and slowly swung down the sword he had held high for a long time under Meng Shi's shocked gaze. The tip of the sword stirred up thousands of spiritual powers, and the momentum was like breaking bamboo, and the four-person formation was initially formed.

"Let's fight—"

(End of this chapter)