Yi Xuan and Di Xing were preparing to return to the entrance of Taixu Gate to end the battle for the spirit stones. Because they were worried that they were discovered by the Nascent Soul monks outside the mine, Yi Xuan did not dare to release his incarnation again. He was walking on thin ice along the way, and released a flying sword to guard the surroundings. Finally, he was stunned to return to the main passage of the upper mine, and could return to the exclusive entrance of Taixu Gate for more than ten miles.

The two of them had just relaxed their mood. A series of magical explosions of spiritual power and the cultivators came from the passage a hundred feet away in front of them. And the sound was approaching the two of them quickly. Yi Xuan quickly summoned all the flying swords to his side, and Di Xing also used his spiritual power to be on guard. Sure enough, several panicked figures appeared in front of the two of them. One of them was their friend Fang Yuhuan.

When several frightened birds saw two monks standing opposite each other, their first reaction was that the other party's accomplices lying here, and they fought without saying a word. The flying sword and spells flew across the board. Yi Xuan shouted loudly: "Brother Fang stop, it's me, Yi Xuan, don't get me wrong!"; while blocking the Kun Di Sword and Genshan Sword to defend against all attacks.

Fang Yuhuan then reacted and shouted loudly: "Stop, these two are Yi Xuan and Di Xing from Taixu Sect, we are saved!"

The other few people stopped attacking and hurriedly passed by the two of them, saying, "Escape with us quickly. Tianwu Pavilion gathered several other sects of Ninglong Mansion to guard the exits everywhere, plundering our spirit stones. A little resistance would hurt people. Many cultivators from Jiyang Mansion were injured in their hands. Go quickly, it would be too late to go!"

Yi Xuan looked at the front and rear terrain. There was only one main passage within a hundred feet of his side. At most, he could accommodate three people and not worry about being rushed up. So he gave Di Xing a wink. Di Xing understood, and the two stood side by side to block the passage and placed Fang Yuhuan behind him.

"Brother Fang, please make some adjustments. Let me and my junior brother block the pursuers. Let's see how vicious the Ninglong Mansion's cultivators are!" Yi Xuan handed Fang Yuhuan a bottle of Guiyuan Pill to restore his spiritual power. Fang Yuhuan trusted Yi Xuan very much and knew his swordsmanship. So he simply sat cross-legged and swallowed the pills to refine spiritual power.

In less than a stick of incense, there were a burst of messy footsteps across the passage, and there were no less than ten people coming. Yi Xuan said to Di Xing with a side face: "We don't attack first, let the other party take action first. I will use the flying sword to attract the attention of most people. You can use your physical advantage to defeat them one by one, but you must pay attention to your own safety." Di Xing nodded to show his understanding.

Yi Xuan flew out the Qiantian Sword and Xunfeng Sword, one on the left and the other on the right to form two sword curtains, and the Kundi Sword and Genshan Sword formed two lines of defense one in front and one behind, the Zhenthunder Sword and Lihuo Sword, the Dui Ze Sword and the Kanshui Sword formed a combination of yang and yin attacks. He also held two "Tianth Thunder and Earth Fire" Taoist Talisman in his hand, preparing to give his opponent a thunder attack as soon as he came up.

More than a dozen Ninglong Mansion monks finally came to the two of them. The leader was dressed in a disciple of Tianwu Pavilion. Seeing the two standing alone in the passage, they couldn't help laughing: "Why are you two left so many people? Do you want to deliberately delay time so that your accomplices can escape with the spirit stone? It's just a mantis arm that is chariot, come on for me!"

The monks of Tianwu Pavilion waved their hands and took the lead in throwing out two arc-shaped sharp blades. More than ten people behind them also fired flying swords at the same time, shooting magic and more than ten spiritual lights came to Yi Xuan in an instant, illuminating their faces.

Yi Xuan urged his spiritual power, and the Kundi sword and the Genshan sword formed a black stone wall. The sound of the flying sword hitting endlessly, blocking half of the attacks. The Gantian sword and the Xunfeng sword rotated rapidly, shooting countless cyclones and wind blades to strike the remaining flying swords and spells, all hitting the nearby cave walls. Before the other party could make another move, Yi Xuan shouted: "You are not just enough, so I can take a single shot!"

The four flying swords were paired with thunder, Lihuo, Duize, Kanshui, and four flying swords, emitting dazzling lights like evil tigers. The purple thunder, red fire, snow-white waves and orchid frost were stormed out, occupying all the narrow passages, covering the other side like a tide, and a strong body followed behind them.

The monks of Tianwu Pavilion were the first to be hit by the brunt of Yi Xuan's extensive swordsmanship. Before he could breathe, he was hit by a huge fist coming towards him. His tongue was bitten by his teeth and he was about to open his mouth to call, but he was hit hard again in his abdomen. The pain made his eyes appear and he fell to the ground and moaned.

The other Ninglong Mansion monks were even more unbearable. They were broken by Yi Xuan's sudden sharp sword moves, and all their wounds were cut, and blood was dormant. They had long since lost the idea of ​​counterattack. Di Xing relied on his flexible and changeable physical skills to run around more than ten people. After a series of fists and kicks, Ninglong Mansion monks had all turned into fallen gourds.

After Fang Yuhuan had been running several times to restore his spiritual power, Yi Xuan and Di Xing had already pulled off the robe of the monks in Ninglong Mansion and tore it into thin strips to turn it into ropes, sealing all the spiritual power of the dantian captured monks, and tied them into a long string with ropes. The spirit stones carried by more than ten monks had all fallen into their pockets.

"Brother Yi, what are you doing?" Fang Yuhuan stared at his eyes, completely unaware of Yi Xuan's thoughts.

"Brother Fang, this time the monks of Ninglong Mansion were obviously doing it intentionally. If we let him go easily, we don't know what more sinister levels will be experienced in the front. It's better to use these people as hostages and let them stand in front if they encounter an attack! In order to avoid their evil people complaining first, these prisoners are also evidence of our robbery!" Yi Xuan smiled slightly and expressed his plans.

Fang Yuhuan was still a little worried: "Brother Yi, arresting the other cultivator so unscrupulously will definitely lose face of many sects in Ninglong Mansion. If you pursue it, you may implicate Taixu Sect!"

"Brother Fang is too worried! Anyway, because we have offended so many people's spirit stones at once, we might as well make things worse and let more people know about the despicable behavior of these monks in the mine. Besides, these more than ten people were captured by our brothers. If it is widely publicized, it will be even more shameful." Yi Xuan told all his thoughts, which made the captured people feel ashamed and bowed his head without saying a word.

Di Xing handed out a bag full of spirit stones: "Brother Fang, this is what my senior brother asked me to prepare for you!"

Fang Yuhuan was stunned. He looked at the spirit stone bag for a long time and didn't reach out to pick it up. After a while, he smiled bitterly: "Brother Yi, you are asking me to trade a letter of fame! Forget it, Brother Yi treats me well anyway. In the future, Fang Yuhuan will follow you Yi Xuan!"
Chapter completed!