There are countless geniuses in the world of cultivation, but only my junior sister Sha Diao

Seeing that Qu Yimian was already at a disadvantage in Gu Xia's hands, it was finally the turn of the group of ghost cultivators that she had summoned to lose their composure.

Originally, they relied on their numbers and higher cultivation to be ruthless when they attacked, but now they couldn't care less about fighting their disciples anymore. Several powerful ghost cultivators subconsciously wanted to rush into the formation to help.

"what?"

Yu Heng had just climbed out of the hole he had just dug, cursing and swearing, when he turned around and saw them. Although he was a bit silly in personality, he was exceptionally sharp when it came to fighting.

The young man immediately drew his sword, unleashing a powerful sword aura that forced the others to temporarily evade its edge. "Weren't you all quite enthusiastic when you were hitting me earlier? Come on, why aren't you continuing?"

He glanced at Gu Xia's situation and sneered, "You still want to rescue people? Did you even ask our opinion?"

As if to prove his words, Xie Baiyi just happened to finish off the ghost cultivators who were attacking him with a single sword strike. With each swift movement of his sword, countless wind blades swirled in incredible arcs, instantly killing the others on the spot.

Blood spurted out instantly. Ignoring the bloody knife wound on his shoulder, he gripped his sword and landed in front of Yu Heng the very next second after Yu Heng finished speaking.

The two brothers stood back to back, their sword-wielding movements crisp and synchronized. Amidst the crisscrossing sword energies, the slightest carelessness could result in their heads being separated from their bodies.

This forced the ghost cultivators to stop in their tracks and retreat to avoid the two's attack.

The other disciples also suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and they all grabbed talismans and gripped their swords. Various magical artifacts were thrown out and hovered around them, making clear and melodious clanging sounds.

The group of ghost cultivators who originally wanted to rush into the formation to help were all stopped outside and could not get close.

"Don't even think about disturbing my junior sister." Xu Xingmu stepped forward, sword in hand, eyes filled with killing intent. "Your opponents should be us!"

Ghost cultivators: "..."

what's the situation?

They were instead surrounded by their own followers?

"Shameless talk!"

One of them quickly regained his senses, a wisp of ghostly energy dancing in his palm, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "You think you can take me?"

The number of ghost cultivators could easily overwhelm these direct disciples, but they did underestimate the abilities of these righteous disciples. Although Xie Baiyi and the others were mostly injured under the siege, they had healers in their team who could restore health.

Seeing the horrifying injuries stop bleeding quickly thanks to the medicine, they were actually held back by the brutal fighting style of their disciples.

However, this is not a reason for these brats to spout nonsense in front of them.

As soon as they finished speaking, they saw specks of starlight slash down from above their heads, water swirling around the sword shadows, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop to freezing point instantly.

Shen Weixun appeared silently and cleanly severed the neck of the person who had just spoken.

The young man's expression was indifferent as he slowly replied, "Just because of us."

The ghost cultivators, who had just been so disdainful, immediately changed their expressions.

When did this personal disciple appear above them?

Dust flew up from the explosive attack of the talismans, but no matter where they tried to escape, they were always accurately locked onto by some disciples with keen divine senses, and then forced back by the combined efforts of those annoying sword cultivators.

Now the situation has reversed.

The disciples also changed their approach from killing all the ghost cultivators in front of them to preventing them from rushing into the formation.

They have no intention of giving Qu Yimian even the slightest chance to get foreign aid.

It would be best to let Gu Xia kill the culprit, then none of these ghost cultivators in front of us will be able to escape.

"..."

For some reason, the ghost cultivators, who were still unwilling to give up, suddenly felt a chill down their spines, as if they were being targeted as prey.

I have this strange, unsettling feeling.

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Qu Yimian, who was kicked hard by Gu Xia, felt as if her spine had almost broken on the spot. The intense pain swept through her body like a tidal wave, and her fingers, pressed against the ground, dug deep into the earth until they were engorged with blood.

Filled with hatred and anger, her first reaction was to instruct the ghost cultivators outside to help her deal with Gu Xia.

However, as soon as they looked up, they saw the scene of them being driven back from various positions like pigs by their followers.

A bunch of trash!

Qu Yimian gritted her teeth; in the end, she still had to rely on herself.

Gu Xia didn't care whether she hated him or not. He formed a sword technique with his fingertips, and a snow-white sword light fell, the blade scraping the air and making a piercing sound.

The protective orb was being brutally beaten by the sword spirit. Having shattered so many of her magical artifacts earlier, Gu Xia showed no mercy in his attack, attempting to kill her on the spot.

Qu Yimian struggled frantically, but was unable to move under the absolute force.

The sound of a longsword piercing flesh rang out, exceptionally clear in my ears.

Gu Xia's face lit up with joy.

died?

However, in just a moment, she sensed a chill rapidly approaching from behind. Gu Xia remained calm, flipped her left hand to retrieve the Snow Sword, and the sword's energy seemed to freeze the flowing air for a moment.

Amidst the crisp sound of the sword, she turned her head and saw the manic expression on Qu Yimian's face gradually freeze.

Gu Xia: "..."

Grass.

I knew this person wouldn't die so easily.

She was puzzled, "I was watching her the whole time, how did she manage to stab me in the back?"

Gu Xia subconsciously looked down and found that there was no one under her sword.

"Relax, relax." The voice of the Six Ren Dice rang in her mind, nothing new to her. "After all, she devoured the remnant soul of the Heavenly Demon. In a way, she definitely knows more than just that one sword technique."

As she spoke, she rested her chin on her hand and began to reminisce about the past, "But I've forgotten what tricks that old bastard Tianmo had up his sleeve."

Gu Xia was silent for a moment.

how to say?

She suddenly realized that Qu Yimian's current situation was quite complicated. With the fusion of two souls and the addition of a remnant soul of a celestial demon, wouldn't her sea of ​​consciousness fight each other normally?

The sneak attack was discovered. Qu Yimian did not expect Gu Xia to be so perceptive. The spirit of the Returning Snow Sword flew out of its sheath, its fingertips icy as knives, and quickly and accurately pierced into her body.

Pain and cold struck at the same time. Her lips turned pale, and she felt as if all the meridians in her body had been frozen by the other party, leaving her in a world of ice and snow.

Taking advantage of this pause, Gu Xia drew her sword and thrust forward. With the combined attack of the man and the sword spirit, she was determined to kill Qu Yimian here.

Perhaps driven by an overwhelming will to survive, Qu Yimian's eyes turned bloodshot, and she suddenly broke free from her immobile state, simultaneously flicking out hundreds of silver needles from her sleeve.

Like a long silver ribbon, it rushed straight towards Gu Xia.

"???"

Gu Xia found it utterly unbelievable.

She didn't want to be pricked like a hedgehog yet, so she calmly deflected the rain of silver needles in front of her with her spirit sword. In the midst of the dense barrage, her sea of ​​consciousness suddenly felt as if it had been pricked by something, and a sharp pain shot through her.

"hiss."

Even though her physical body had been tempered by the phoenix flames, Gu Xia's pupils still contracted at this moment, and her sword-wielding movements froze for a moment.

"Hey, stop spacing out, Gu Xia!"

The light pink dice suddenly enlarged, hovering in front of Gu Xia and blocking all the silver needles coming at her. She couldn't help but let out a sharp crack.

Gu Xia's head was buzzing from the noise, and with the added influence of her consciousness, the pain only intensified.

"Stop making noise." She grabbed the spinning dice, took a breath, and said, "I'm not dead."

The silver needles, made of an unknown material, were specifically designed to attack the divine sense.

You have to understand that this place is quite fragile; anyone else would probably be rolling on the ground clutching their head by now.

Fortunately, Gu Xia had a good pain tolerance, and her consciousness was different from that of ordinary people, which allowed her to quickly regain her senses.

He also dodged another sword strike that nearly pierced her heart while she was distracted.

Perhaps because she had been suppressed by Gu Xia before, Qu Yimian went all out this time. Even after seeing Gu Xia dodge, she didn't show the same emotional fluctuations as before. Instead, she had a cold smile on her face, as if she had victory in her grasp.

Gu Xia realized something was wrong almost instantly; she was doing it on purpose. But the next second after that thought, a mirror appeared behind her like a ghost.

Unfortunately, as she dodged the sword, one of her feet stepped right in.

Gu Xia: "..."

Haha, it can't be what she thinks, right?

Gu Xia instinctively tried to back away, but her foot felt as if it were in a swamp, and a powerful force pulled her headfirst into it.

"Xia Xia!"

The Floating Life Sword, which was having a tug-of-war with the weapon spirit, was alert to all directions. The moment it noticed Gu Xia had disappeared, it called out and immediately went to her.

But the man in front of her blocked her way.

"Get lost, you idiot!!"

The boy's eyes grew darker, and the sword energy attacked him like a knife. In the short time that was delayed, the mirror-like surface closed up more than halfway.

Xiao Jiu chirped, its sharp claws pinning down the struggling Qing Ling beneath it. A long tail, carrying the force of thunder, suddenly yanked Qu Yi Mian, whose face was contorted with ecstasy, inside.

The smile that had just bloomed on Qu Yimian's face hadn't even faded when she was stunned by this sudden blow.

In just a moment, the mirror disappeared into thin air.

They disappeared without a trace, along with the two of them.

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