Chapter 109: Go to death

A wind blade flew out of his hand, and the old white-haired monk kept holding his hand. The next moment, a talisman on the tip of his finger burned, and a weaker wind blade flew out again.
"defense!"
One of the wind blades came against the flying snails, and the snails screamed in fright, and the team's red shield was lit up at the same time.
Before it was over, the teams on the left and right hurriedly supported, and once again placed two layers of internal force shields in front of the snail team.
Chi Chi Chi!
The wind blade is extremely sharp, and the shield that can withstand a full blow at the initial stage of refining is smashed into two layers, and the last layer of shield bursts apart.
The wind blade fragments made deep scratches on the ground, and some smaller stones were cut in half, leaving traces like cats and flowers on the rockery.
The same was true for the squad that was attacked on the other side. Despite the difficulty, the three squads together still blocked the white-haired monk's full attack.
Shoo!
While the white-haired monk attacked, the long sword of the elite group controlled by the spear and another group condensed on his white shield.
The white light of the seemingly simple mottled shield flashed slightly, easily blocking the attack of the two small teams.
"The monks in the middle stage of refining qi have magical tools, and they can barely contend with the cultivators of the late stage of qi refining without magical tools.
We can't break his shield. "
"It would be great if the president was here."
With constant roar, the situation was deadlocked, and some players sighed.
The spear also regretted: "Unfortunately, none of us can use the cultivation base of the foundation period to control eight long swords at the same time. If the eight long swords can form a chapter, the formation of the prototype can definitely break this shield."
The internal force of nearly four hundred people and the power formed by qi and blood are extremely difficult to control. Even the former cultivators of the Nascent Soul stage like Black Sword cannot use the cultivation base of the foundation stage to control.
It must at least reach the early stage of refining.
Zhao Shi is an exception. He has this ability, but he is not here.
"dead!"
After a stalemate for a while, the white-haired old cultivator turned pale, and again swung two wind blades. The two wind blades came before and after, forming a concentrated attack.
This was not over yet, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and a wind blade flew out again, forming a three-chain wind blade that had been injured before, and now the Black Sword team, which seemed the weakest, killed.
"Help!"
The three mid-level attacks of Qi refining arrived at the same time, and the black sword was so frightened that the souls screamed.
咻咻
Needless to say, the other seven internal strength swords no longer attacked the white-haired old monk himself, but slashed towards the wind blade.
boom!
A louder continuous explosion sounded, the smoke and dust dispersed, revealing the figure of the Black Sword Team, more than ten people died, and Black Sword also looked miserable, but he was not dead.
Shoo!
In the next moment, in addition to Hei Jian and others, the seven internal long swords all rushed towards the old white-haired monk whose white shield had become a little gloomy.
boom!
"go!"
The white-haired old monk was rushed back five steps, blood was overflowing in his mouth, his shield was dim, and the quaint black iron shield only had a little glimmer attached to it.
"I hope you stay together and don't let the old man catch the gap."
In the cold words, his figure flashed and came to Zhao Xuan, grabbed him with one hand and ran outside without hesitation.
Obviously he was defeated in the hands of a group of mortals, and he was not as indifferent as he comforted his apprentice.
A light blue light flashed behind him, taking advantage of the gap between the attack, and jumping three feet high, ran across a small team to the outside of the county.
The spears were unexpectedly too late to catch up during the recovery period.
Hearing this person's threatening words, the spear sneered and brought Sen Han: "The eighth team, Liu Sheng!"
As a former Nascent Soul monk of the Three Swords Guild who took refuge in Zhao Shi, Liu Sheng still leads a team of players even though he is only resuming the foundation of Taoism.
Zhao Shi's promise of treating everyone equally was fulfilled.
Hearing the cold spear's words, Liu Sheng's eyes flashed with anger, but he had to roar:
"Blood Sword Art!"
Under Liu Sheng's order, more than fifty people in the eighth team showed helplessness, blood flowed out all over, forming a scarlet color, and the blood sword that seemed to be flowing in the mimi shot towards the old white-haired monk.
As soon as the sword flew out, the eighth team fell down like a piece of wood, their bodies were cold, and their breathing stopped. They were pale and dry, and there was absolutely no trace of blood in them.
The blood sword seemed to have a dizzying magic sound, which made the white-haired old monk's fast-running figure stiff slightly, and then he only vaguely saw a red sword shadow in his divine consciousness, a line comparable to refining qi The cultivator in the mid-terms attacked with a full blow on his dark iron shield that had been dimmed.
"Do not……"
boom!
In the horrified gaze of the white-haired old monk, the blood sword blasted on the black iron shield, blasted the shield away, and then blasted him mercilessly, blasting him a few meters away, vomiting a big mouthful of blood in the air.
When he fell to the ground, he was stunned, and he was obviously by the side of the dead.
Bang bang bang
Behind him, the moment the blood sword hit him, Liu Sheng from the eighth team and the remaining twenty people fell to death. Ten of the eighth team was in the middle of the foundation building, a dozen in the early stage of the foundation building, and all of the more than 20 bone-refining realm warriors died, and no one remained!
Hoo hoo
No one looked at the tragedy of the eighth team. The remaining seven teams quickly killed the old white-haired monk and Zhao Xuan. In a blink of an eye, seven internal strength swords surrounded the two seriously injured.
"Spare!"
Zhao Xuan burst into tears with fright: "Zhao Shi, no, the eldest brother said that he would let you spare my life."
He lay on the ground, embarrassed, no longer the arrogant appearance of the immortal in the previous Qi refining period.
"and many more!"
Spear ordered.
The seven flying swords stopped.
The players glanced at each other.
Someone said: "The boss seems to have really said it."
"Then let go of these two people?"
Someone suggested that Zhao Xuan couldn't help but be overjoyed.
The spear shook his head: "No, these two men are fighting guerrillas, and they can't bear to disturb us every day."
Zhao Xuan was anxious: "Don't worry, my master and I will never appear here to retaliate against you again."
The players and the spear ignore them, and only believe what you say.
After thinking about it, the spear opened his system panel and dialed out two communication numbers at the same time.
When Qi Yan and Ji Rong appeared in front of him, he asked:
"Group leader Ji, deputy leader Qi, there are two monks here, one in the early stage of refining gas, and the other is a sample of the middle stage of gas refining.
It's still alive, it needs a total of 1,500 points, do you want it? "
Regarding the number of points in the guild, the research team is the richest, and it is not comparable to them.
Other players took a look at the spear in admiration. As expected, the official still has a long-term vision. Isn't this wasteful use and another profit?
Qi Yan glanced at Ji Rong, as if they were together.
"Living?
Did you just catch it?
I said how the front yard was so loud, it kept rumbling. "
Ji Rong grabbed his own chicken coop-like hair, and didn't mean to bargain at all: "No problem, you can bring them both over."
"Leader Ji is atmospheric."
The spear first gave a compliment, and then said: "We will send it here, but the two presidents seem to be living. Can you be gentle when you do the experiment."
Ji Rong nodded: "Okay, I see."
Zhao Xuan on the ground looked terrified: "What are you going to do? My elder brother will not let you go when he comes back. Hurry up and let me and my master go!"