Si Lei Zhenjun

Three quarters of an hour later, Chu Xing and Wang Sanyuan were both cursing until their mouths were dry. Wang Sanyuan took out a set of tea sets from his storage bag. The two of them sat cross-legged on the ground and drank tea, but from time to time they commented on the old man in green robe who was constantly attacking the formation outside.

The old man in green robes suddenly stopped what he was doing. His face, which had been distorted by extreme anger, instantly regained its composure. He pointed at several black shadows flying from the southwest and said with a sinister smile:

"Hehehe, it seems the person you're waiting for has arrived. You must be very happy, right?"

Chu Xingfang had just finished clearing his throat and was about to continue cursing when he heard the words. He looked in the direction the old man in green robe pointed and saw that Yu Wanwan and the other two were almost flying towards him.

"This old Deng seems so confident. Is he feigning composure to trick us, or does he really have a hidden weapon?"

Chu Xing pondered in his heart and glanced around again, but did not see any other figures.

"Haha, no need to look for it."

Seeing this, the old man in green robes looked at Chu Xing jokingly, and suddenly spoke respectfully to the void on the right:

"Deacon Wu, the fish is in the net."

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in a Tibetan black robe, holding a large yellow umbrella in one hand, slowly appeared from the void. He had a strong face, a straight and thin nose, and slightly purple-black circles under his eyes.

Deacon Wu walked across the void as if walking on flat ground to the old man in green robes, nodded slightly to him with satisfaction, and said:

"Well done, Deng Cheng. This deacon will not treat you unfairly. This time, I will grant you 20% of the spirit stones in the storage bags of these immortal disciples."

Deng Cheng was overjoyed when he heard this, and said flatteringly:

"Thank you, Deacon Wu. Deacon, for your kind words. All of this is thanks to you. If you hadn't been waiting outside the city today for me to deliver this jet-black chain blade, I'm afraid I wouldn't have escaped death today."

Deacon Wu raised his eyes, sweeping across the two people in the formation, and finally stopped at Yu Wanwan and the other two in mid-air, and said with a smile:

"Haha, no matter what, we are both going to make a fortune today. The disciples of the Immortal Sect are all very wealthy."

Chu Xing heard the entire conversation between the two. His face turned pale in an instant and sweat kept oozing from his forehead.

"Although we can't clearly see the black-robed middle-aged man's cultivation level, the two of them look very wise. It's obvious that the five of us can't deal with them."

"The four of them might still be able to escape with the life-saving measures given by the sect elders, but I have nothing."

"Forget it, if anyone can escape, then let them escape. We need to let Yu Wanwan and the others escape first!"

Thinking of this, Chu Xing leaned close to Wang Sanyuan's ear and whispered:

"Sanyuan, use the Hundred Miles Moving Talisman to escape as soon as you have the chance. Don't act rashly."

"how about you?"

Wang Sanyuan looked worried.

"I have my own life-saving methods given by my master, so don't worry about me." Chu Xing shook his head.

Seeing Yu Wanwan and the other two approaching, he hurriedly shouted, "Senior Sister Yu, there's an ambush! Take these two and run!"

However, the three of them were already traveling very fast, and they covered the distance of one or two hundred meters in an instant. When Chu Xing shouted, the three of them had already landed beside him.

Yu Wanwan glanced at the middle-aged man in green robes, her pretty face changing color as she exclaimed, "At least in the middle stage of Spirit Refining!"

Her brows were furrowed, and she instructed the four people in a flash of thought:

"I held the middle-aged man back for a while, and the old man in green robes was only in the early Nascent Soul stage. I know you all have life-saving methods given by the elders of the sect.

The four of you must work together, use all your trump cards, and kill him as quickly as possible, otherwise one of you will be held back and unable to escape. Remember, after you kill him, you must flee immediately. I can't hold out for long!"

Chu Xing really wanted to interrupt and say that he didn't have it, but now was a time of racing against time and he couldn't care less.

The next moment, Yu Wanwan took out a white jade porcelain bottle from her storage bag, opened her mouth slightly, poured the elixir inside into her mouth, and then flicked her sleeves.

A feather fan woven with colorful feathers suddenly appeared above her head, and then her cherry lips opened slightly:

"Xuan Xiao, Skyfire!"

A sky-covering owl formed from bluish-white flames flew out from the multicolored feather fan.

She stepped lightly onto the bird's back with her lotus steps, and lightly pinched the magic formula with her white hands. The fire owl rushed towards the middle-aged man in green robe like lightning, continuously spewing out blue-white flames at him.

The middle-aged man in green robe put his right fingers together and tapped his waist lightly, and a big yellow umbrella appeared in front of him.

The handle and ribs of the big yellow umbrella are white, the umbrella head is a small skull, and the umbrella surface seems to be made of human faces sewn together.

The blue-white flames from the owl hit the umbrella and only wisps of white smoke came out.

Seeing that Yu Wanwan was already fighting with the middle-aged man in green robes, Li Qinghe and Zhiqing remained silent. Chu Xing decisively took over the important task of command:

"Brother Li, you have the highest level of cultivation, so you should be in charge of the frontal fight. Sister Zhiqing, you should find an opportunity to trap him. The three of us will engage in a free-for-all. Go ahead, there's no time to waste!"

Li Qinghe nodded slightly and flew into the air with an expressionless face. He threw out the sword box containing the Qingfeng sword, and the sword box stood in the air.

Then he began to make various sword gestures with his hands at an extremely fast speed, and kept adding them to the sword box. The sword box instantly glowed with green light, runes flowed, and the Qingfeng Sword kept vibrating, and it seemed that it was about to be unsheathed.

"Sword out!"

Li Qinghe shouted coldly, and the Qingfeng Sword turned into a flash of sword light and rushed towards Deng Cheng at a speed faster than lightning. In the blink of an eye, it flew in front of Deng Cheng.

Deng Cheng's face showed a look of horror. He did not dare to underestimate the sword light that was coming at him at high speed. He bent his fingers and flicked them. The Nether Chain Blade emerged from his wide robe sleeves and the chain tightly wrapped around the blade of the Qingfeng Sword.

Deng Cheng was obviously stunned for a moment. He had never expected that he could block such a powerful sword attack so easily. He sneered and said:

"I thought the great sect's genius disciple was extraordinary, but I didn't expect him to be just a useless piece of paper."

Li Qinghe's expression remained stern, and he simply shouted, "Break the sword!"

The blade of the Qingfeng Sword began to crack inch by inch, and countless sword energies burst out from the sword body. The next moment, countless fragments wrapped in sharp sword energy shot out in all directions like flowers scattered by a fairy.

Deng Cheng, who was close at hand, reacted but it was too late to block the attack. The sword energy instantly pierced his body with blood holes and he fell to the ground like a rag.

There was a trace of blood at the corner of Li Qinghe's mouth. It was obvious that the self-explosion of the Qingfeng Sword had caused him serious injuries. After falling to the ground, he staggered a few steps before he could barely stand firm. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the front of his shirt red.

"Brother Qinghe, are you okay?"

Looking at Li Qinghe, whose face was as pale as paper and one hand was covering his chest, Zhiqing's heart tightened. She hurried forward to support him, her beautiful eyes full of concern and worry, and she quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with her soft hand.

"This is the excellent healing elixir that my master prepared for me. Take it quickly!"

Zhiqing pinched a purple, round pill between her jade fingers and brought it to Li Qinghe's mouth.

Looking at the pretty girl who was within reach and looking at him eagerly, the cold and stern expression on Li Qinghe's face eased a lot. He nodded slightly, opened his mouth stiffly and swallowed the pill.

Chu Xing and Wang Sanyuan were both "stunned".

"Brother, we agreed on a fight, but you used your ultimate right away, right? You killed him instantly. Doesn't that make me look stupid?"

Chu Xing complained in his heart.

"Chu Xing, what should we do now?"

Wang Sanyuan came to his senses.

"Finish the fight, find the corpse, and run away."

Without thinking, Chu Xing shot out a lightning spear to kill evil at Deng Cheng's body. The lightning spear exploded with a "boom" and created a deep pit where Deng Cheng was.

Deng Cheng, who was already on the verge of death, lost all life in an instant under this blow, and his body turned into charred pieces.

Chu Xing flashed into the pit and found a gray storage bag on the waist of the corpse. He searched the corpse carefully and confirmed that there was nothing else. Then he looked at the chain blades scattered not far away.

"Although it is a magical weapon, it is better to keep it. If no one likes it, you can take it back and let the eldest brother study it."

Chu Xing muttered to himself, bent down and stretched out his hand to pick up the chain blade. Before he could touch the chain blade, the chain blade seemed to come alive and wrapped around Chu Xing's arm, wrapping around Chu Xing's arm in the blink of an eye.

Chu Xing was so frightened that he trembled all over. He hurriedly shook his hands in an attempt to shake off the chain blade, but unexpectedly the chain blade kept splitting into new chains, which soon wrapped around most of Chu Xing's body.

"F*ck, is this a fake corpse?"

Chu Xing kept digging at his body with his hands but found that he couldn't dig it free. Then he turned his eyes and glanced at Deng Cheng's body in the pit. He found that the body was motionless and dead.

"It's not a fake corpse, then what's the situation with this chain blade?"

Just when Chu Xing was full of doubts, suddenly, the tip of the chain blade launched an attack without any warning!

It stabbed towards Chu Xing's heart with astonishing speed and strength. This sudden change caught Chu Xing off guard and he hurriedly tried to grab the short blade with his hands.

However, the tip of the chain blade was already hovering near his chest at an extremely fast speed, and the short blade pierced his chest as expected. He grabbed nothing with both hands, and closed his eyes tightly as if accepting his fate and welcoming death!

"Eh?"

Chu Xing slowly opened his eyes, but the pain of his heart being pierced that he had imagined did not come. He looked down at his right chest in confusion, but the short blade had only pierced a hole in his chest.

At this moment, he was like a baby sucking his own heart's blood, and his soul seemed to slowly establish some kind of connection with the chain blade. As long as he thought about it, he could drive the chain blade as easily as using his own arm.

"Do you recognize me as your master?"

"Brother, you are a magic weapon of the Demon Sect, and I am a disciple of the Immortal Sect. We are not compatible!"

"You look so ghostly, if I show it to outsiders in the future, won't they mistake you for a demon cultivator and beat you up?"

Chu Xing slumped on the ground, feeling sad but unable to cry.