"Fellow Daoist Ye, you can continue to clean up the door, as long as we stop these two demons!" Cui Chen swung his sword again to kill the magic thunder sacrificed by Xueyan, and then turned to the white-robed scholar and said.

"good!"

The eldest elder of the Ye family responded, and with one hand, the black blood blade shot back from a distance, drew an arc in the air, and stopped on top of the Confucian scholar's head.

With a pinch of both hands, a spiritual light shot out from the palm of his hand, and the black blood blade immediately turned into a size of about ten feet. The blade glowed with black and red lights, giving people a dangerous and ominous feeling.

The big-headed old man had just suffered a big loss on this treasure. When he saw the giant blade locking on him, his face turned extremely ugly.

However, the white-robed Confucian scholar had suffered a blow from Yuan Cha before. Although he had used the Secret Technique to evade most of the power, it was not without cost. At least when he activated the Black Blood Blade at this time, the power had dropped a lot.

This gave the big-headed old man the confidence to fight.

So he made a secret with both hands and once again used the flying fork and the flying sword. Among them, the flying fork hovered beside him to protect himself, while the flying sword took the initiative to attack, with a flash of silver light, slashing at the Confucian scholar.

The Confucian scholar's eyes flashed with coldness, and he read loudly:

"disease!"

The black and red giant blade then flashed with spiritual light and slashed down at the incoming flying sword.

As soon as the two treasures come into contact, black and red lights intertwined with silver light.

The next moment, the silver flying sword retreated and flew back.

The Black Blood Blade only paused for a moment before continuing to shoot in the direction of the big-headed old man.

The big-headed old man let out a cold snort, then pointed with both hands to shoot out several rays of spiritual light. After the flying fork absorbed these, the spiritual light surged towards the giant blade.

With the previous consumption of the silver flying sword, the giant blade had already consumed less than half of its power. This time it collided with the flying fork. Although it still had the upper hand, it was unable to defeat the flying fork.

When the big-headed old man saw this, he felt a little more relaxed.

But at this moment, the rest of the Ye family suddenly took action. They all used their magic weapons and attacked the big-headed old man. This scene scared the big-headed old man to death.

Nearly ten monks in the early and middle stages of Nascent Soul combined their forces to attack, and the power of the explosion was no less powerful than that of a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage. Under normal circumstances, the big-headed old man would naturally be confident to follow up.

But at this time, he was resisting the black blood blade with all his strength, and he couldn't concentrate on dealing with these attacks. In order to survive, he had to ask for help from the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha: "Lord Holy Ancestor, save me!"

"Waste!" Yuan Cha raised his hand to activate the Black Wind Flag, and after defeating the golden light from the Jiuzhen Demon-Conquering Formation once again, he glanced at the big-headed old man with disdain.

Although he said this, he didn't actually watch the other person being killed. After all, he still needed this person's help to break the Jiuzhen Demon Subduing Formation.

So she formed a seal with one hand and patted the big-headed old man's direction gently.

Seeing that many magical weapons glowing with various auras were about to swamp the big-headed old man, under the gentle pat of the Holy Ancestor Yuancha, they were all strangely deviated from their original direction and passed by the big-headed old man's body.

After Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha rescued the big-headed old man with one blow, he did not stop there. Instead, he looked cold and flicked the black wind flag in the air with his backhand.

Immediately, a green magic spell shot out, hit the spiritual treasure, and sank into it.

The giant black flag that was still motionless shook, and the tip of the flag sank. The black light on it flashed, and a black beam of light suddenly shot out.

This beam of light flashed away, and Fang Yi left the black flag and disappeared out of thin air. The next moment, it appeared in the crowd of Ye family monks in the distance, and then exploded.

After the black aura dispersed, a jet-black wind pillar shot up into the sky instantly, and the square-faced monk and four other Ye family monks were involved in it.

A shrill whistling sound arose in the wind column, and countless strange black wind blades emerged. Under the violent rotation, it seemed like thousands of sharp blades were cutting randomly towards the center.

The four early Nascent Soul monks didn't even have time to react, so they were cut into several pieces, and their severed limbs were scattered. However, they then fell into the wind blade and were chopped into smaller pieces of meat.

Seeing this scene, the square-faced monk was shocked and hurriedly collected the Nascent Soul that the four tribesmen had escaped from. At the same time, he poured all his spiritual power into the Heavenly Bracelet on his body.

The phantom on the Mitian Bracelet was reborn, and a layer of dazzling yellow light formed a light shield, protecting his body tightly.

But there were too many black wind blades, too dense, and they seemed to contain some special magical power. Each wind blade struck the light shield and disappeared without a trace, and no one could see it explode!

However, after a moment, slap-sized gaps appeared strangely on the surface of the cover, and they were so densely packed that they seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Under such a strange attack, the mask formed by the yellow light was thick and tough, but it fell into pieces in an instant. Then, in the unbelievable eyes of the square-faced monk, the rotation of the black hurricane suddenly intensified, and the mask was flashing with countless black lights.

It collapsed during the movement, and the Mitian Bracelet actually began to break apart inch by inch.

The square-faced monk's face was bloodless. Then he gritted his teeth, opened his mouth and spit out a green flying sword. Then with a low roar, the human sword merged into one and turned into a green rainbow and shot out. He threw away the heavenly bracelet that was obviously about to be destroyed.

In place.

He knew very well that staying here would definitely lead to death, so it was better to give it a try and gain a chance of survival.

"don't want!"

When the white-robed scholar saw what the square-faced monk did, his expression changed drastically and he hurriedly shouted.

But it was already too late.

As soon as Qinghong Fang submerged into the black hurricane, there were flashes of green light, and then there was a shrill scream.

Apparently the square-faced monk followed in the footsteps of the previous ones and was cut into pieces by random blades.

But there was a scream among the broken corpses, and five light groups of different colors were immediately shot out. Each of the light groups contained an inch-high Nascent Soul, and they flew together in the same direction.

But there were dense wind blades everywhere, and they had no way to escape. After flying for a short distance, they were trapped by many wind blades.

When Yuan Cha saw this, a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He slightly bent the five fingers of one hand and slowly grasped the hurricane in the air.

Several Nascent Souls suddenly felt a flash of white light in the air around them, and then it froze, unable to move their hands, feet or body.

Almost at the same time, the spinning wind blades suddenly converged on Nascent Soul, wrapping them inside and forming colorful balls of light.

At this time, Yuan Cha made a seal with his hands and made a strange and mysterious curse sound from his mouth.

With a flash of light, the ball of light disappeared without a trace in the hurricane.

But the next moment, the spiritual light shined in front of Yuan Cha, and the ball of light slid out of the void strangely, and was actually moved to the front by the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha using his great magical power.

"Demon, what do you want to do, stop it!"

Seeing this, the white-robed Confucian scholar became very anxious and hurriedly pointed at the black blood blade floating nearby, and it immediately blazed brightly and flew over to save people.

"It's too late!" Long Meng said calmly.

As these words fell, the beautiful and unusually beautiful eyes of the black-robed woman flashed with blood, and suddenly she opened her red lips, and a cloud of blood spurted out, penetrating the ball of light and covering the five Nascent Souls within it.

Yuan Ying's face was full of horror, but his figure shrank rapidly in the glow. In the blink of an eye, he was reduced to the size of a finger. He was wrapped in the glow and rolled down. He was directly sucked into Yuan Cha's mouth and then swallowed into his belly.

This action seemed complicated, but it was completed in the blink of an eye by the woman in black robe, as if she was extremely skilled.

Even though a Confucian scholar has always been intangible with emotion and anger, his face was ashen at the moment.
Chapter completed!