Baili Xuan, who was blown away by the surging Gang Qi, let out a long series of screams in the air. Just before she was about to hit the wall of the practice ground, a figure rushed over from the side and caught her.

"Miss Hu Yan, are you okay?" Yu Youci breathed a sigh of relief as he pressed Baili Xuan's shoulders with two palms of circulating wind energy to stop her.

"Thank you...Miss Yu, you are the one, are you okay?" Baili Xuan's expression was obviously stunned when she found out that the person who saved her was Yu Youci. Firstly, she didn't expect that she would change her name to "Hu Yan" so quickly.

Secondly, she didn't expect that she was beaten away by Yue Zheng Longhua just now, and now she could catch up with him to protect him.

"I'm fine..." Yu Youci raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a wry smile: "How is that possible? The other party is the mastermind behind the attack on you. The three of us are lucky to be alive."

Lezheng Longhua, who was surrounded by five sect masters in the field, had an extremely calm expression. Even though the counterattack he had planned just now with Ni Lin Zhen Qi failed to work, he did not show any signs of panic.

"Is it because of those ancient swords? The rebound of Ni Lin's true energy didn't hurt you." With a flick of his red sleeves, his figure floated up and flew backwards towards the high wall at the other end, his eyes warily staring at the hands below.

The five masters of the sword.

The five colors of green, red, yellow, white and black were emitted from the inherited ancient swords held by the five people. Lezheng Longhua had heard about the ancient swords inherited from the Huangwu Sect for a long time, and knew that each sword had its own special spirit control skills.

Existence is a rather troublesome and tricky thing...

"Want to leave?"

Teng Yining's black figure disappeared in a flash, and reappeared in an instant behind Lezheng Longhua, mercilessly slashing his sword towards the back of his neck.

Lezheng Longhua hurriedly drew his sword when he heard the sound. At this time, it was too late to look back, so he could only rely on instinct to block the sword behind him.

Weiyin Hanfeng slashed at Lezheng Longhua's sword. Although it couldn't cut it off, it pressed his entire body to the ground with a powerful force.

Lezheng Longhua, who was leaping in the air to escape from the encirclement of the sect masters, was slashed back by Teng Yining's sword, and fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings. However, he just landed and rolled up, and before he could stand still, he was struck again.

Coming to attack.

The leader of the Fire Department, Nirvana Sect Leader Lei Wei, had already taken his position in advance when Teng Yining stood up to intercept Lezheng Longhua. At this time, he swung the long sword in front of Lezheng Longhua with a sword, and punched his cheek with his left hand.

Hit it hard.

Lezheng Longhua stared and gritted his teeth, and his figure suddenly split into three, but Lei Wei's fist continued to hit one of them without any hesitation.

With a "bang" sound, Lezheng Longhua was hit firmly on the cheek by this punch, and flew into the wall of the training ground like a battering ram.

"Uh... Huh..." Stroking the cracks in the wall behind him, Lezheng Longhua spat out a bloody broken tooth from his mouth.

He stood up straight again and said to Lei Wei, whose fist was still emitting white smoke not far away: "Did you see through my Liu Ying movement so quickly just now?"

Lei Wei snorted coldly and pointed the ancient sword wrapped in red flame energy at Yue Zheng Longhua: "The art of controlling spirits and the mirror of heaven and man, all illusions or afterimages have no effect in my eyes."

Lezheng Longhua was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and laughed: "So that's it..."

Everyone present frowned to varying degrees, and Lezheng Longhua's laughter was wild and terrifying, like a lunatic.

"Then I overestimated you." After laughing, Lezheng Longhua showed a ferocious expression, "Just like the punch you just made should have blown my head off, but you didn't seize the opportunity!"

Before he finished speaking, Yue Zheng Longhua's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Lei Wei. This scene was like the scene when Teng Yining relied on the cloud body to intercept him instantly, except that the attackers and defenders had changed.

"Lei Wei! Be careful!" Teng Yining was the only one among everyone present who reacted. With the acceleration of Yun Ti Feng Shen, she caught up with Yue Zheng Long Hua first and stabbed at him with the exposed cold front.

The back of mind under the force of his own sword.

"Hmph." Lezheng Longhua was aware of Teng Yining's methods, but he seemed determined to deal with Lei Wei. He boldly allowed the Weiyin Han Feng to approach his body, and used all his strength to punch the opponent as he wanted.

Lei Wei fought.

Lei Wei underestimated Lezheng Longhua's speed, and it was too late to block or dodge the punch, but he had already summoned his protective energy to prepare for the punch.

However, a rough roar suddenly sounded in his mind: "Lei Wei Sect Master, get out of the way!"

Relying on Qing Huan, the ancient sword in the hands of Konglan Sect Master's "Spirit Control Technique: One Heart and One Heart", the five of them have now briefly established efficient communication with connected consciousness.

The next moment, Gu Qian'e's majestic body leaned over from the side and caught Lezheng Longhua's fist with one palm.

Yue Zheng Long Hua was stunned for a moment, feeling in disbelief that his punch seemed to have hit an iron wall. Not only did it fail to shake the opponent at all, but it broke two phalanges of his left hand.

At the same time, Teng Yining was stabbed behind him with his sword, but Weiyin Hanfeng closed the stab behind him without piercing him.

"Let's capture him without mercy." After Teng Yining stabbed Lezheng Longhua, he put his sword at the back of his neck.

Lezheng Longhua tried to struggle a few times, but his left hand was still tightly held by Gu Qian'e, unable to move. He slashed at his chest with a sword as if he didn't believe in evil, but the sword edge only cut through his clothes.

A muscular chest was exposed.

"Don't waste your efforts." Gu Qian'e, who was a head taller than Lezheng Longhua, was looking down at him with pity. "This is the ancient sword Yue Lei's spirit-controlling technique. It is indestructible. You can't hurt me, but I can."

Crush your bones."

With a clicking sound, all the bones in Lezheng Longhua's left hand were shattered from the wrist bone down.

"Hiss... it really hurts that much..." Lezheng Longhua bared his teeth and smiled bitterly, "Then I admire that Tongfeng Sect swordsman even more. Even in the secret realm, he can endure such pain and fight with me."

"What is this guy talking nonsense about?" Wei Yihui, the leader of the Feng tribe, stepped forward and cut off Lezheng Longhua's right hand that was holding the sword with a sword.

Lezheng Longhua immediately fell to his knees on the ground, and blood continued to flow from his severed wrist.

"Ha...I heard before...that the Desolate Sect has seven sect masters..." Lezheng Longhua turned to look at Teng Antong, the leader of the Jiuque sect who was standing in the distance without taking any action, "Now there are only five including her.

...Why didn’t the other two come?”

Everyone exchanged glances with each other. Now there are only five of the sect masters of the Desolate Sect who can carry the ancient sword into battle. The ancient sword Hanyu Xingmang, which represents the identity of the major sect master, was lost with the disappearance of Liu Yike six years ago, and the ancient sword of the Cangming Sect Master

Although Can Xue is stored in the villa, Cangming Sect Master himself is not here.

"Does it take such a big show to deal with you?" Lei Wei sneered.

"You are outnumbered and the enemy is small, you are worthy of being the conscience of the world." Lezheng Longhua said mockingly with his hands crippled and his head raised.

Teng Yining put away his sword silently, not intending to pay attention to this boring provocation, and discussed with the others: "Should we seal his martial arts skills and imprison him in the dungeon?"

"These scoundrels should be punished on the spot." Lei Wei raised his sword upside down and hung it above Yue Zheng Longhua's head.

Lezheng Longhua faced the sharp blade hanging from the top, still with an indifferent smile on his face, but Lei Wei, who was about to stab him, was stunned. He looked at the crowd hesitantly: "Who is playing the flute nearby?"

"The sound of the flute?" Teng Yining was startled when she heard the words, and suddenly she heard the melodious sound of the flute. She had a bad premonition in her heart. She felt that the sound of the flute was particularly weird, and it reminded people of the secret realm of secret arts.

The remaining Gu Qian'e and Wei Yihui looked at each other in confusion. Ever since Lei Wei mentioned the sound of the flute, they had also felt the presence of the sound one after another.

"Why...the body...can't move?" Gu Qian'e's voice rang in everyone's minds, but his body could not speak. This communication was through Wei Yihui's concentric spirit control technique with the ancient sword Qinghuan.

It is accomplished by establishing a bridge of consciousness as desired.

"Hehehehe..." Lezheng Longhua took out his left hand, which had been broken into pieces, from Gu Qian'e's palm, lowered his head and looked at the glowing ancient sword in Wei Yihui's hand, and said with a smile: "The spirit control skills are all in harmony, this time

It helped me a lot. Otherwise, it would have been a bit troublesome to drag all of you into the secret realm together..."

"Lei Wei! What's going on? With the blessing of the Heavenly Mirror, why did you still fall into the secret realm?" Wei Yihui asked Lei Wei in his mind, who was the first to hear the sound of the flute.
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