I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Ying Bei hurriedly swallowed the pill in his hand.

The elixir melts in your mouth.

The icy coolness flowed down my throat and spread to my limbs in a moment.

After a sudden start, the anger in my chest suddenly dissipated.

The memory of just now is still there.

Ying Bei was so embarrassed that he wanted to pick his feet. He didn't want to admit that he was the first person to be foolish enough to be hit. "I was affected by the red light just now, but even if I don't take the pill, I will definitely wake up soon."

The explanation is pale and weak.

boom--

The mountain exploded again.

A black shadow almost completely enveloped in red light flew out from below.

The guys from the Panxi tribe came out!

Ying Bei was so happy that he wanted to cry. It was really perfect that he came out at the right time, neither too early nor too late!

"What he holds in his hand... is it a sword?"

Yun Yin opened her eyes wide, and looked up at the red sky. "It's a sword. This sword..."

Such a strong bloody energy!

How much blood was needed to achieve this level? Yun Yin didn't dare to think about it.

Ji Heng and Yan Liang rushed forward with swords in hand.

However, before the two of them got close, they were forced to take a few steps back by the sword light filled with murderous aura.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Panxi tribe did not attack, but instead turned around with swords in hand and ran in another direction.

Behind him, there were four swords following closely.

The sword was completely wrapped in red light.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to see that the red sword in the hands of the Panxi tribe seems to have some connection with the four swords behind them, so that the evil red light on the red sword is continuously being absorbed into the four spiritual swords.

What a weird scene!

"Your sword is actually absorbing evil spirits?" Ying Bei couldn't believe it.

Ning Ruan glanced at him and said, "So what?"

It’s nothing, but it’s a pervert—Ying Bei was about to blurt out the answer when he saw the four swords in front of him suddenly move.

The sword formation was formed in an instant, trapping the Panxi tribe.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"

"You all deserve to die!"

The red eyes of the Panxi tribe were filled with murderous intent, but they had no target to attack, and they just tried to break through the sword formation.

"Go ahead, my sword formation won't last long."

Ning Ruan picked up the iron pot and jumped towards the other party.

Yan Liang and Ji Heng reacted quickly, each occupying a position, leaving no way for the Panxi tribe to retreat.

Then it was Ying Bei's turn. He was afraid that if he was a step slower, the limelight would be snatched away, so he ran straight in front of the opponent.

Yunyin and the young man with dimples assisted from the side.

"You are from the Panxi tribe, right? Can you understand what I am saying?"

In addition to assisting, Yun Yin was also trying to communicate with the other party.

They still use the language of the Panxi tribe.

As for why she, a member of the Spirit Butterfly tribe, could speak the language of the Panxi tribe, which was exterminated five hundred years ago.

Yunyin said, it's simple, it's always good to have many skills.

The besieged Panxi tribe suddenly heard the language of their own people, and their movements froze for a moment.

However, before Yun Yin could be happy, he roared angrily, and looked at Yun Yin with murderous eyes.

He resisted even more violently.

"Die! Die!"

boom--

Ning Ruan's sword formation was broken, and the sword light was so dazzling that people could not look directly at it.

“The twelfth realm!” The young man with dimples, who had the worst actual combat ability, turned pale. Unknowingly, this world’s suppression of realms had reached the twelfth realm.

No wonder Ning Ruan kept chasing after the other party.

If this rate continues, it won’t be long before this world loses all its suppression.

If that time really comes, what will they use to fight against the Panxi tribe who have been practicing in immortal weapons for five hundred years?

Of course, others also realized the seriousness of the matter and no longer dared to take it lightly.

Ji Heng and Yan Liang both attacked with all their strength.

Ning Ruan's sword formation was broken, so he simply focused on letting the four swords absorb the evil energy.

She herself was restrained by the technique of entering dreams.

The Panxi tribe, which was already unconscious, went completely crazy.

Except for Yan Liang who was at the thirteenth level and could handle it with ease, the other two who were responsible for the main attack, Ji Heng and Ying Bei, began to feel powerless.

The Panxi tribe is strong, but not ridiculously strong.

At least Ying Bei felt that if he fought one-on-one, he would have a chance of winning.

But the opponent's red sword was so powerful that it made people despair.

Before he even got close, he was injured by the sword light.

If he had not already taken the pill given by Ning Ruan and still had his sanity, he felt that he would really have died here.

"Could the broken sword in his hand also be a magical weapon?" Ying Bei asked in a frustrated voice while fighting.

No one answered his question.

Ning Ruan was holding the pot and had flown above the Panxi tribe without knowing when.

Sneak attack!

Smash the pot!