The Empress of Ten Reincarnations Just to Find Me

At this time, the four disciples had been beaten to the point of being unable to fight back in the battle with the three blue-robed men, and were defeated repeatedly.

Every time they launched an attack, it was as if they were struggling with a huge weight. They were extremely strenuous, and their movements became slow and clumsy due to fatigue and pain.

The strong wind blew dust into the air, making it fly wildly across the battlefield. The four disciples had already had their faces and bodies covered in dust. They were all covered in dirt and looked extremely miserable.

Their clothes were tattered and covered with shocking bloody wounds. Blood was slowly oozing out of those wounds. Some disciples still had blood hanging from the corners of their mouths. Their miserable appearance was heartbreaking.

One of the disciples gritted his teeth, enduring the severe pain in his body, and looked at the younger sister beside him with a firm gaze, "Younger sister, if things really get worse later, we will come to stop them. You must find a chance to run away!"

However, before he could finish his words, one of the three blue-robed men interrupted him with a look of disdain. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't worry, none of you will escape! We'll make amends by using you as our own." With that, he and the other two blue-robed men quickly adjusted their positions, preparing to launch another attack.

The three blue-robed figures were surrounded by a surge of energy. In an instant, black mists rapidly condensed around them. These black mists seemed to have life, rapidly twisting and converging, and soon formed a giant sickle.

Then, the man in blue robe swung his arm violently, and the black sickle blade slowly swung towards the four people.

The battle between Elder Zhao and the black-robed man was also extremely tense. The two of them fought back and forth, and the collision of their Yuanli produced flashes of light and continuous roars.

After this intense exchange, Elder Zhao was already feeling a bit tired. His movements were still sharp, but they were a bit slower than at the beginning of the fight. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes revealed a hint of unconcealable fatigue.

At this crucial moment, the black-robed figure seized the opportunity and swung his arm violently. Instantly, the ground shook violently, and dark brown, withered vines emerged from the ground like snakes, growing rapidly, reaching great heights in the blink of an eye.

These withered vines twisted their bodies, carrying a sinister aura, and attacked Elder Zhao swiftly. Seeing the dark brown withered vines attacking him like a spirit snake, Elder Zhao couldn't help but widen his eyes and was secretly shocked.

He kept dodging and then spoke, "You can mobilize part of the energy of heaven and earth. Have you already touched the level of the emperor?"

Upon hearing this, the black-robed man snorted coldly, a sinister look on his face as he replied, "If I capture all of you this time, perhaps I'll be one step closer to becoming an emperor!"

Elder Zhao showed no sign of fatigue upon seeing this, but pretended to be calm and concentrated his blades to counterattack and delay time.

But at this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the situation of the four disciples out of the corner of his eye.

The four disciples were unable to withstand the giant sickle controlled by the man in blue robe and fell down one after another.

Some disciples tried to force themselves to stand up, but their trembling limbs gave them no strength, clearly no longer having the strength to fight back. Their bodies were covered in dust and blood, making them look even more miserable.

When Elder Zhao saw this scene, his expression suddenly froze, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes. These four disciples were not just ordinary juniors. He had taught them carefully and cultivated them with countless efforts. Now that they were defeated like this, Elder Zhao knew in his heart that this meant that his own defeat was probably not far away.

After all, the opponent is so strong. Once these four disciples lose their combat effectiveness, he will be isolated and helpless. The opponent's strength seems to be stronger than his. I am afraid that this time the entire army will be wiped out and no one will be able to escape.

Seeing his four disciples falling to the ground one after another, he was filled with anxiety. Just as he was about to rush over to rescue them regardless of the consequences, the black-robed man controlled a series of dark brown dry vines that appeared in front of him like a solid wall, blocking his way.

Seeing this, the man in black robe had a smug sneer on his face and said slowly: "Our battle has not been resolved yet. It's not good for you to interfere in the fight between the younger ones, right? Hahaha!" The playful laughter was particularly harsh in this chaotic battlefield.

Elder Zhao's expression at this moment was one of anxiety and anger, his eyes were wide open and bloodshot, the anger in his eyes seemed to be bursting out, staring straight at the man in black robe.

He clenched his teeth, the muscles on his cheeks bulged with force, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his whole face became distorted and hideous with extreme anger and anxiety.

Elder Zhao's eyes were red and the anger in them was about to burst out. He roared angrily: "You! I will fight you!" Before he finished speaking, he rushed straight towards the man in black robe regardless of everything.

At this moment, he was obsessed with rescuing the four disciples and had completely forgotten his own safety. The anger in his heart was like a burning flame, driving him to launch an almost crazy charge towards the man in black robes.

However, his anger eventually clouded his mind. In this state of irrationality, his movements, though still swift, had lost their previous rhythm and were prone to errors. Seeing this, the black-robed man sneered disdainfully, and calmly responded to Elder Zhao's frenzied attacks, occasionally launching fierce counterattacks.

In this way, Elder Zhao's impulsive behavior undoubtedly accelerated his defeat.

At the same time, the three blue-robed men saw this scene, all with smug smiles on their faces. One of them even laughed loudly, "Well! Game over!" With that, the Trinity Formation they had set up shone brightly, and then a stream of black light shot out from the formation, straight towards the four disciples who had fallen to the ground, unable to fight back.

At this moment, it was as if time had been slowed down. The beam of light slowly streaked through the air, carrying a destructive aura as it mercilessly attacked the four disciples. The surrounding disciples, Elder Zhao, Chen Yue, and the others all watched helplessly as this scene unfolded, unable to do anything.

However, at this critical moment, suddenly, from nowhere, a loud shout like thunder suddenly rang out: "Emperor Cold Palm!"

Before he finished speaking, a huge palm print emitting extreme coldness whizzed out. Frost condensed on the palm print, and it rushed towards the black light that was shooting towards the four disciples with a cold momentum.

In an instant, the two collided fiercely, exploding with a resounding roar that seemed to shake the very heavens and earth. The intense force of the impact surged outward from the point of impact, stirring up a gust of wind that once again lifted up the dust from the battlefield.

Everyone was startled by this sudden change and looked in that direction, only to see Chen Han, who had arrived late. At this moment, he had his feet firmly planted on the ground, his body slightly leaning forward, still maintaining the push palm posture.

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