The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

Several monks at the peak of Qi training in mid-air fought fiercely, and the middle-level Qi training monks on the ground were also you and me, fighting in a group.

Although the number of demon cultivators is more than that of Jianjian, most of them are attracted by the interests of various ways for casual repairs, and there is no cooperation with each other. And many people still have a three-point margin when they shoot, and they are not willing to fight at all.

On the other hand, the swordsman pavilion side, in the battle of destroying the door, all used the ability to press the bottom of the box, and they cooperated with each other tacitly, and advanced and retreated with a degree. Coupled with the participation of Bai Xuan, Don Yuyue, Lei Brothers, and Liang Yan in the eighth level of Qi training, morale was even higher, which in turn suppressed the demonic cultivating group.

Liang Yan also mixed up in the crowd to fight with these demon cultivators. In fact, with his strength, he could easily kill those cultivating peak cultivators.

It's just that he was still thinking about the **** forging fire in his heart, and he refused to easily show his strength, which led to his identity being exposed in front of Dugu Jiannan. Therefore, he can only use the magical power of the mindlessness method to mix in the lower battle group with the strength of the eighth layer of Qi refining.

Fortunately, at this moment, the situation on the side of Jiange is very good. As long as there is nothing wrong with it, it is still possible to complete this task on its own side, and he does not need to worry too much.

"Hahaha! The chicken and shingle dog, vulnerable!"

In the crowd, the thunder mountain thunder Hao Dou rises, and various thunder methods are in full swing, galloping horizontally in the enemy camp. However, Bai Xuan and Don Yueyue cooperated tacitly, fighting steadily all the way, and many cultivators had already died in their hands.

The morale of the Zhujian Pavilion was very high, and the people of the Demon Dao gradually rushed outside the gate of the Zhujian Pavilion, and the battlefield also moved from the original Jianjian Pavilion to the edge of the cliff.

At this moment, a faint green cloud suddenly floated up from under the cliff, which was not so obvious at first, so that the sword-casting cultivators who were fiercely fighting at the scene did not notice it.

But after the effort of a cup of tea, the cliffs were full of such green clouds. Two cultivators of Jianjian Pavilion who were fighting in front of them were stuck on a lot of them carelessly, and their complexion changed drastically, and they hurriedly backed away.

However, they hadn't stepped back a few steps before they saw their skin started to fester bit by bit, and even pus came out from the inside out.

"Help...I..." The two people turned their heads, their faces were extremely distorted, and they made harsh and weird noises. After only a moment of effort, they couldn't even speak clearly. !

"Brother Tan, Brother Hua, what's wrong with you!" someone behind exclaimed.

At this time, the two obviously couldn't answer, but in a short time, their bodies were covered with abscesses, their eyes turned up and out, and they staggered towards the people of Zhujian Pavilion.

"Brother Tan, what are you doing?"

A purple-clothed monk exclaimed, and saw that the "Brother Tan" in his mouth was staggering, but under a vertical leap, it was swift as the wind, and came in front of him in a blink of an eye. Then he stretched out his right hand and grabbed his heart. .

The purple-clothed monk didn't think much, and hurriedly offered a blue spirit sword, with the horizontal sword blocking his chest.

Ping!

With a crisp sound, the blue spirit sword broke from it, and the green-haired right hand plunged directly into his front chest, and then pierced through the back of his chest, giving him a chill.

"It's corpse poison! Senior Brother Tan and Senior Brother Hua have become their corpse soldiers!" I don't know who shouted, and everyone was shocked.

"Retreat first, don't touch the green cloud!" One of the disciples of the Zhujian Pavilion roared, the leader-like monk, after everyone heard it, they all retreated and retreated toward the interior of the Zhujian Pavilion.

Liang Yan was not surprised at all in the crowd. He had known that the other party had Murong Xuewei set up a large corpse poison formation, but he didn't expect to release this assassin now.

Although those demonic cultivators were in the corpse poison, they hadn't changed at all. Obviously, they had taken Murong Xuewei's detoxification pills beforehand, so they were so confident.

They didn't chase, they just guarded at the gate of Jianjian Pavilion, making it clear that they wanted to wait for the corpse poison to permeate the entire Jianjian Pavilion, and then they would catch turtles in the urn.

Three sides of Zhujian Pavilion are poisonous gas swamps, and only the cliff has a way out. It was originally an easy-to-defend and difficult terrain, but for everyone in Zhujian Pavilion at this time, it was tantamount to digging their own graves.

"If you force the Yujian to break through, I am afraid that you will be surrounded by these demon monks." Liang Yan secretly said in his heart. Although he is conceited that his supernatural powers are not weak, it is absolutely impossible for him to face the siege of more than two hundred monks.

"Haha, old man Huang, I said that tonight is the day when you forge the sword pavilion and destroy the gate!" The blue-clothed old man in mid-air was full of ambition and burst into laughter. On the other hand, Huang Potian, but his face is as earthy.

"Is the foundation of the forged sword pavilion for hundreds of years going to be destroyed by my hands today?" Huang Potian was filled with grief and indignation, but he had no choice but to attack the blue-clothed old man with all his strength.

At this moment, a clear voice came from the crowd below, but Huang Qinghui said:

"Friends of the Three Sects, please come over and give a comment."

After Bai Xuan and others heard this, although they were puzzled, they still gathered in front of her.

"Girl Qinghui, call me to wait at this time, but what good strategy is there to break the enemy?" Don Yuyue frowned slightly.

"Yes!" Huang Qinghui nodded and said, "There is a secret road in the pavilion, which can go straight under the cliff. The opponent's corpse poison array must be under the cliff. Qing Hui wants to invite the three daoists to follow Go down the secret road and help destroy this big array of eyes."

"What! You want me to wait to break the formation? No way! No way! The opponent must be guarded by heavy soldiers at this moment. Moreover, the corpses are densely covered underneath, and I have not waited for the detoxification pill. It is too dangerous!" Bai Xuan was the first one. Waved his hand against the road.

"The matter is urgent, and the little girl knows that it is too difficult for a strong man. It's just that the cultivator in the sword-making pavilion is too low. Those who have not crossed the second-level threshold at all, and only the eighth-level qi training cultivators can rely on pure magic power for a short time. There is no fear of corpse poison inside, the little girl really has no other way."

Huang Qinghui's face was pale, and she bit her lip, as if she had made a lot of determination. I saw that she gave a big gift to everyone: "If you agree, the little girl is willing to offer the treasure of the sword pavilion, and forge the gods of fire!"

As soon as the female voice fell, Brother Liang had a sudden in his heart. He glanced at Huang Qinghui calmly and saw that she did not have the slightest color. Then he secretly said: "Could it be that something happened suddenly tonight, this Huang family Father and daughter, don't you know that the Forging Heaven Divine Fire has been stolen?"

"Forging the sacred fire? Huh! Our brothers are repairing the Lei Fa~www.ltnovel.com~ What use is the sacred fire?" Lei Shan waved his hand without any emotion.

As for Bai Xuan and Don Yuyue, they were a little moved. They exchanged their eyes, and finally Don Yuyue shook his head slightly.

"Sorry!" Bai Xuan arched his hand to Huang Qinghui apologetically: "Although forging the sacred fire is good, we still have to take it. The two of us are really helpless."

"If Zhujian Pavilion is defeated tonight, we will have to give up the reward for this mission." Don Yuyue added later.

The implication is to make it clear that they will not accompany the sword to the end in the **** battle. After all, this group of people are all three disciples who come to perform the task. The pictures are all task rewards and sect contribution points. Life comes in.

Huang Qinghui's face was bloodless, and a pair of wonderful eyes was even more eager to weep. At this moment, he turned his head tragically, and cast his gaze on the last cultivator on the eighth level of Qi training in the field.

Liang Yan seemed to have expected it, and smiled slightly at this moment:

"Liang is not a talent, and is willing to go down for a while."