Mythical Cultivation

After hearing what they said, Xiang Xinghe raised his lips slightly, revealing a confident smile. He said loudly, "If that's the case, then let's attack together and defeat them in one fell swoop!"

Before he finished speaking, he slapped his storage bag without hesitation. A red light flashed, and a fiery red bead appeared in his hand like a meteor.

The bead is red all over, like a burning flame, emitting a hot breath. It is a disposable consumable item - the Fire Bead.

At the same time, Shen Zhiyuan and the other two launched the attack without hesitation.

They each played their own trump cards, and for a moment, ice arrows, broken swords and sword lights attacked the old man of the Blood Evil Sect like a storm.

Although Wu Ming's internal energy has not yet fully recovered, he knows that he must not hold back at all at this moment.

So, he continuously injected the true energy in his body into the Qingxiao Sword.

As a large amount of true energy was output, his tendons and veins began to ache slightly, but he had no time to care about it.

Under Wu Ming's full force, the Qingxiao Sword once again shone with dazzling light, and instantly split into hundreds of sword lights.

These sword lights were like lightning, following closely behind the attacks of Shen Zhiyuan and the other two, like a shadow.

In an instant, dozens of freezing ice arrows, a majestic broken sword, an exploding fiery red bead, and hundreds of sharp sword lights, like a surging torrent, rushed towards the old man of the Blood Evil Sect.

This series of attacks was so fast, like lightning across the night sky, leaving people no time to react.

The range of its attack was so wide that it completely blocked the space around the old man from the Blood Evil Sect, leaving no room for the opponent to dodge.

The old man from the Blood Evil Sect had just successfully resisted Wu Ming's fierce attack, and before he had time to catch his breath, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis coming towards him.

He looked closely and saw that Wu Ming, Shen Zhiyuan and the other two were attacking him again like hungry tigers, and this time the attack was obviously no small matter.

The old man's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

He did not dare to hesitate for a moment and immediately injected a large amount of true energy into his magic weapon. At the same time, he quickly took out two precious talismans from his storage bag.

He just waved his arms, and the two talismans instantly turned into two solid khaki covers, tightly enveloping him like a solid wall.

However, all this happened in a flash, so fast that people could hardly react.

Just as the old man's khaki cover was formed, the attacks of Wu Ming and the other four had already hit the cover like a storm.

In an instant, ice arrows, broken swords, hundreds of sword lights and flames all over the sky intertwined together, forming a thrilling explosion.

The flames were raging, the cold air was biting, and the sword energy was crisscrossing, turning the space of hundreds of feet into chaos, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

The power of this attack was several times more terrifying than the hundreds of sword lights Wu Ming had used before. A violent hurricane suddenly arose within a radius of hundreds of feet around the old man.

The hurricane roared as if to tear everything apart, causing everyone around to open their eyes wide in horror, their faces filled with horror.

At the moment when Wu Ming and others launched the attack, those foundation-building cultivators who saw the bad situation fled quickly from the area within hundreds of feet around the old man like frightened birds.

However, there were still a few monks who were slow to react and were relatively weak. Due to their slow reaction, they failed to avoid this fierce attack in time.

As the aftermath of Wu Ming and others' attack swept through, these unfortunate monks suffered heavy losses, vomiting blood and suffering serious injuries.

Among these seriously injured monks, there were not only two monks from the Blood Evil Sect, but also three righteous monks from Wu Ming's side.

Although there were some accidental injuries, in this life-and-death battle, these minor injuries seemed insignificant in order to successfully defeat the old man at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage from the Blood Evil Sect.

Therefore, the monks did not care too much about it. If they wanted to gain something, sacrifice was inevitable.

When the dust settled, everyone's attention was focused on the old man from the Blood Demon Sect.

His face was as pale as paper, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and he looked like he might fall down at any time.

The black umbrella beside him was now in tatters, obviously having suffered heavy damage in the fierce battle just now.

However, this old man from the Blood Evil Sect is obviously no ordinary person.

Although he was seriously injured, he still showed extraordinary reaction speed and fighting skills at such a critical moment.

He just flashed and moved as quickly as a ghost, cleverly avoiding the subsequent attacks from Wu Ming and others.

Then, the old man slapped his storage bag without hesitation, took out a pill from it, and quickly put it into his mouth.

At the same time, he tightly grasped a handful of spirit stones in his other hand and began to restore his true energy with all his strength.

This thrilling scene, like a flash of lightning that streaked across the night sky, fell directly into the eyes of the Blood Evil Sect monks, making their hearts instantly shrouded in a chill.

They stared with wide eyes, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief - the elder of the Blood Evil Sect who was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage was actually injured under the opponent's fierce attack.

This elder is the most powerful one in the Blood Demon Sect. Even he cannot withstand the enemy's attack, so how can ordinary disciples like them compete with him?

In an instant, fear spread like a plague in the hearts of the Blood Evil Sect disciples, and all kinds of complicated thoughts surged in everyone's mind.

Originally, the cultivators of the demonic sects were fundamentally different from the cultivators of the righteous sects.

In their sect, the law of the jungle and survival of the fittest is the way to survive.

The sect’s philosophy is: as long as you don’t betray the sect, the sect will not interfere too much in other matters.

This philosophy makes them often consider their own interests first rather than the friendship among fellow disciples when facing difficulties.

At this critical moment, the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect were naturally no exception.

Faced with such an unfavorable situation, all they thought about was how to save their own lives in this melee. As for the lives of their fellow disciples, they had already forgotten about them.

However, in sharp contrast to the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect are the cultivators of the Righteous Alliance.

They witnessed the tragic defeat of the Blood Demon Sect's elder, and their morale suddenly rose like a volcanic eruption.

Everyone exerted their full strength without reservation, besieging the monks of the Blood Evil Sect like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.

At this moment, the monks of the Righteous Alliance knew that victory in this battle was a foregone conclusion.