Yankong Mountain is densely covered with forests and has a very complex terrain environment. Even the Xiye Sword Sect, which has been guarding here for many years, cannot fully grasp it. In order to ensure the safety of Yu Zun's soul to the greatest extent, seven identical halls were specially built in this mountain, distributed all over Yankong Mountain, with disciples of Xiye Sword Sect guarding. Even the Xiye Sword Sect disciples do not know which hall is holding Yu Zun's soul.

The rainy season in Lizhou, Jiangnan is rainy and rainy, and it is common for not seeing the sun for ten or half a month. In recent days, it has been raining heavily, and there is no sign of stopping.

Outside one of the halls, Lu Changyuan was patrolling the security situation accompanied by Zuo Xuan.

There was a barrier around the two of them lingered with rain. Because of the heavy rain, their vision was not very good, so they went to the outside world for more inspections.

The building of the palace is about twenty feet from the surrounding dense forest. The entire palace is surrounded by empty ground. If there is an unknown object approaching, it will be noticed immediately. Therefore, it can be said that the palace is a fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

“Huh?”

Lu Changyuan stared into the distance, as if he had seen something in the hazy rain, but he was still a little confused.

"People Lu, what did you discover?"

Lu Changyuan did not answer Zuo Xuan's question immediately, but turned around and walked towards the hall.

Zuo Xuan followed into the hall in confusion. Lu Changyuan turned around and watched the rain rushing down the eaves. He heard the noise of rain in his ears. He said in an unusual voice: "What exactly does this devil want to convey?"

"Devil?" Zuo Xuan looked puzzled behind him. He didn't know who the devil in Lu Changyuan's mouth was referring to, but he knew that it must be because Lu Changyuan saw something just now that he said so.

Lu Changyuan did not answer Zuo Xuan's question immediately, but waved his hand to greet a disciple of the Xiye Sword Sect who was guarding the palace and handed a few flakes of magnets to the disciple, saying: "Adding these magnets onto the beams of the hall can resist the sneak attacks of the demon to a certain extent."

"Is this a jingshi?" Zuo Xuan asked familiarly.

"Yes, it's a pity that there are not many things left now. If it were in the past, almost everyone would have prepared some." Lu Changyuan sighed, as if he was recalling some past events.

At this time, a sword light fell on the open space outside the hall. A disciple hurried in and said hurriedly: "Left Sword Saint, the palace on the north side of Banpo was attacked by a magic path and needs support."

"What! Attack?" Zuo Xuan didn't expect that the Demon Dao would take action at this time. Although the situation was urgent, he calmed down for a moment and said to Lu Changyuan: "Master Lu, I'll go support, you're here."

"Okay, be careful."

Zuo Xuan nodded, hurriedly left the hall, and galloped away with his sword.

The scene on the northern half slope was extremely chaotic. The rain mixed with blood in the soil and gathered into red streams. The sounds of fighting and weapons colliding one after another. At this moment, both good and evil were intertwined madly.

During the fight, Qiao Mo held a blood-dropping sword so brave that not many people dared to stop him. His target was not far from him, a long thorn cone in his hand was hanging six or seven torn heads, a shawl of white hair, and his face was covered by a broken mask. From the broken gap, he could see a satisfied smile on his lips. He also noticed that someone was walking towards him, but he was not panicked at all.

The mud and water flew, and the sword light was flying left and right. Qiao Mo instantly appeared in front of the man. The sword blade streaked through countless phantoms, which seemed to be there or not.

The man was not a fuel-saving lamp, but just took a step back half a step back. Several heads on the thorn cone were swept out by him. Qiao Mo thought he could dodge everything, but for some reason he was hit hard in his chest by a sudden head.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and he frowned, feeling a little unbelievable. He had obviously avoided all his heads, where did this one come from?

"While you still have a breath, disappear quickly and don't get in the way here." The man said contemptuously.

Qiao Mo took a deep breath, looked at the person in front of him carefully again, and said, "Tan Wuzi, the fantasy magician of the Burning Demon Sect!"

"It seems that you will die without me saying it." Tan Wuzi said with a smile. The thorn cone in his hand became more and more bloody, and many sharp barbs grew on the vertebrae. It seemed that each of them was jealously eager for blood.

Qiao Mo recognized the thorn cone in his hand, which was a bloodthirsty and weird weapon. No one knew where it came from, but he was disgusted with it. At this moment, this evil thing was in front of him. If there was no panic at all, it would definitely be fake.

But then again, my situation is extremely unfavorable at this moment. Looking at the disciples of the Xiye Sword Sect around me, there are even corpses everywhere, with only a few disciples with fairly good cultivation, resisting desperately.

withdraw?

If you protect the real palace, even if you live on your own, you will have the face to face the righteous sects.

beat?

But there is no chance of winning, and there is a dead end.

Qiao Mo took a deep breath again, and the sword in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light. He knew that no matter what, even if he was buried here, he would have to defend this responsibility regardless of everything.

After a brief thought, Qiao Mo's crazy attack. Tan Wuzi calmly avoided Qiao Mo's intensive attacks. His footsteps that had been retreating suddenly stopped. The thorn cone in his hand suddenly penetrated into the land, and suddenly many dark spikes similar to thorn cone jumped out of the ground.

Qiao Mo was naturally prepared, raised his hand and stood up with the sword, galloped up with the sword, and rose to a safe height in the blink of an eye.

Tan Wuzi waved his hands, and countless black thorns grew wildly like vines. In an instant, several disciples of Xiye Sword Sect were penetrated by black thorns and were constantly entangled until they were completely absorbed.

"Damn it!" Qiao Mo watched his disciples die one after another and rushed down in anger.

The sword light hovered down, and several black thorns could not capture Qiao Mo's body shape, but was cut off by him.

Tan Wuzi pulled up the thorn cone inserted into the ground, and the moment the thorn cone was unearthed, a dark red mist was released.

"hiss!"

The fog was sucked into Tan Wuzi's mouth, and a very satisfied expression appeared on his face, and he smiled and said, "The disciples of Xiye Sword Sect are indeed well-known. This blood and energy are really nourishing, hahahaha..."

Qiao Mo resisted a few more black thorns and landed in front of Tan Wuzi. He saw him roaring, and even the air around him was accompanied by the sound of a tiger's roar. The sword was like a flowing cloud and water, and it was like a tiger coming out of the mountain. It was fierce and aggressive.

Under the continuous attacks, Tan Wuzi actually retreated step by step, but he could still see what he was keeping and was still waiting for an opportunity.

"Come on, counterattack, what are you waiting for!" Qiao Mo angrily mocked Tan Wuzi, who had been defending passively.

Qiao Mo's sword energy cut down a large number of surrounding woods, but it still did not get Tan Wuzi's counterattack.

"Senior brother, stop now."

Zuo Xuan came with his sword and shouted behind Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo knew who it was when he heard the sound. Although anger occupied his brain, he was still a little rational after all, so he stopped and turned over to Zuo Xuan.

"Senior Brother, why are you so impulsive? If you continue like this, you will be really trapped by the demon demon."

Qiao Mo then looked around. He cut down the large area of ​​dense forest in his eyes, and accidentally destroyed many traps. He then shook his mind and looked at Zuo Xuan apologetically and said, "Oh, I was a little bit affronted by that guy for a moment, and I actually forgot about this."

Zuo Xuan stared at Tan Wuzi, looked carefully at the thorn cone in his hand, and confirmed to Qiao Mo beside him, "Bloodthirsty thorn cone?"

"That's right."

Qiao Mo's confirmation made Zuo Xuan sigh and whisper: "It's hard to deal with now."

(End of this chapter)
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