Who is not a monk

The figures of Yan Yanling and the fox demon had already vacated.

Both the man and the monster flew not too low, and fled separately, and did not use their full strength——

Due to the excellence of modern flying spells and the outstanding talents of one person and one demon, among the sixth-level resurrected people who died here, except for a few sixth-level peaks or traditional sword cultivators who were good at flying, there were very few who could fly faster than them. They had already discussed that if they were besieged and couldn't beat them, Yan Yanling and the fox demon would lure the besieged resurrected away.At least divert some of them away to avoid Jiang Lai being besieged, and then turn back after they get away to help Jiang Lai break out of the siege.

"Swoosh..."

In the blink of an eye, the two figures left.

Jiang Lai remained silent, hiding his figure.

This feeling that he is a burden makes Jiang Lai a little uncomfortable.

"Does it hurt?"

The voice of the swordsman in blue: "I sometimes think, why are warriors not as good as practitioners? Haha, they are really not as good as..."

"To shut up!"

The heavy armored soldier interrupted the Tsing Yi swordsman again: "Be careful, hide well, there is still a practitioner who hasn't left!"

"It's over."

The tone of the swordsman in Tsing Yi is still frivolous: "Looking at their flying speed just now, most of them are practitioners at the peak of the sixth order. What a pity, boy, your martial arts talent is the only one I have seen in my life, and I admire you very much, tsk tsk , You are about to die at such a young age. Judging by your personality, you are still a young child, right? I have enjoyed everything, Third Master, and of course, I have died long ago..."

"To shut up!"

The heavily armored soldiers reprimanded again.

Jiang Lai didn't say a word, put down the spear and sword behind him, clenched his fists, and moved his muscles and bones calmly.

Chapter 319 Go back to Yujing, find Qingqing

"Give up, you can't beat him, look at you, it's only been a while, and you've already been seriously injured..."

"Use the environment to get closer!"

"With half a stick of incense at most, you will be gone..."

"Give your body to Chen. Chen has fought with General Luo in the north and south all his life. He has never been defeated. Maybe there is a way to win."

"Give up, this resurrected person is playing with you, don't make this pervert feel good anymore, I suggest you taunt him first, it won't be happy if he wins..."

"Give me your body!"

"Half a stick of incense is about to pass...can you hold on?"

"..."

As time passed, Jiang Lai remained silent, still fighting.

The opponent was a disciple of the Talisman Sect, which is rare in modern times. With a wave of his hand, the golden runes shot out rapidly, pulling out streaks of golden light in the dark forest.Jiang Lai had no choice but to twist his body with all his strength, dodging the golden lights.

Half a stick of incense passed.

A stick of incense passed.

The body gradually became dilapidated and scars accumulated.

Falling down again and again, getting up again and again, fighting back again and again, even if there is no resistance, there is no thought of giving up.

The swordsman in blue has fallen silent.

The voice of the rune disciple came from the forest, low and hoarse: "A mere warrior, let's see how long you can hold on..."

"Fuck!"

Thousands of Taoist talismans shot out one after another as he waved his hands, weaving a golden net in the forest. No matter how thick the tree trunk was, it would be cut off instantly when it touched the golden thread.

The golden thread talisman net was covered.

Accompanied by many red runes falling from the sky.

Jiang Lai still didn't say a word, gathered all the spiritual energy in his body, and punched him.

The swordsman in blue didn't say a word.

Instead, the voice of the heavily armored soldier sounded: "Do you remember yourself from before?"

"To shut up!"

"Did you tell me to shut up instead?"

"..."

"Did you give up then?"

"none of your business!"

"I heard people say that after you returned to the military camp, you were covered in injuries, and it took half a year to recover."

"To shut up!"

"Boom!"

After finally breaking the golden thread rune net, the red rune hit Jiang Lai again, sending out a series of dull explosions.

"Boom bang bang..."

I don't know how many times Jiang Lai flew upside down, bleeding from his body.

"stand up."

The swordsman in Tsing Yi encouraged him for the first time.

Jiang Lai got up.

"Use a gun."

The heavy armored soldier said to him.

Jiang Lai grabbed the spear.

"To the right, the environment there is complex, with the cover of the blood vines. Either keep a distance from him, or there is a slight possibility of victory, or run outside. The range of activities of these resurrected people is not unlimited, or there is a possibility of escape."

Jiang Lai hurriedly ran to the right.

After a few snaps of the fingers.

The bright red vines were torn apart by the golden thread, countless illusory runes bloomed in the air, the earth trembled, dust and fallen leaves flew.

Jiang Lai fell beside him, dying.

"A mere warrior..."

The figure of the disciple of the Fu Sect was suspended in mid-air, looking down at him with indifference in his eyes: "To have such combat power, you are not bad..."

"call……"

Jiang Lai let out a sigh of relief, raised his head and looked at him.

Is this the cultivator and warrior?

Can't open up the spiritual sea, is he really a mortal for the rest of his life?

Jiang Lai felt very unwilling.

Obviously he worked very hard, worked harder than anyone else, obviously he never gave up, why is there such a big gap just because of the lack of Linghai?

"stand up."

The swordsman in blue still said to him.

Jiang Lai took a deep breath and continued to get up.

"boom!"

The runes exploded on him again.

Jiang Lai's body flew upside down.

"stand up."

The voice of the Tsing Yi swordsman: "Pick up my sword."

Jiang Lai continued to get up without saying a word.

The spear in his hand spun and flew out, making a whining sound of piercing the air, but was easily dodged.

He grabbed the sword.

"boom!"

The cultivator floating in mid-air is like an invincible god. There is such a desperate gap between the warrior and the practitioner.

"stand up."

"..."

Jiang Lai didn't know how many times he got up.

Until he had no strength anymore, his thinking was already confused, and the voice of the swordsman in blue suddenly came to his mind: "Forget it, it's worth living a few more days by supporting you. Give your body to me. I've already done it." I've lost once, I don't want to rely on you to lose again..."

"..."

Jiang Lai's eyes flickered a few times, and he made up his mind:

"it is good!"

In the next second, it seemed that another person squeezed in, manipulating the body with him.

At the same time, his thinking suddenly became clear, and a strange force surged out from nowhere, filling this empty body.

Jiang Lai tried his best not to affect him, and cooperated with him.

"Good luck!"

The swordsman in blue said.

"Canopy..."

The disciples of the Fu Sect seem to have noticed something, and quickly backed away.

I saw a figure standing in the forest, holding a bright long sword, and the crisp voice echoed in the world again after a thousand years:

"Bai Yumen, so is Yan San!"

The soul is burning, releasing powerful power.

Since that defeat that year, 30 years of fighting and tempering, laughing and laughing, but never slack, nothing else, just want to say something——

Warriors are not inferior to practitioners!

"Cheng!"

There is a sword chant in the forest.

This sword is a common sword.

This person is mortal.

The figure of the young man leaped up with a sword in his hand, leaping up to the sky with his mortal body, the blade of the sword pointed directly at the sky.

The runes exploded.

The sword light shines.

The cultivator pulled up extremely quickly.

The swordsman stepped up the branch.

The soul happened to burn to the end, and the long sword just happened to pierce through the head of the disciple of Fu Zong, and the warm blood sprang out, just like a warrior.

Jiang Lai was also on the verge of collapse.

"Oh!"

The two figures fell straight down, and the branches broke one after another.

"laugh!"

The long sword pierced the ground, supporting the boy's body.

Jiang Lai realized that he had regained full control of his body. He didn't know what he had sensed. When he tried to raise his head, he saw an illusory giant beast in the forest. The giant beast's bright yellow eyes were cold and heartless. I don't know how long I have been staring at him.

My lord!