Chapter 154: One on One! I'll Beat the Six of You! Faced with the old man's cry for help, the five men rushed forward without any hesitation. The old man is the strongest. They would definitely not be happy if he died. And they are worthy of being from famous magic families, with extraordinary means. The monk named Yang was emitting a pink light all over his body, and a piece of gauze was floating in front of him. He lightly tapped his jade hand, and three peach blossom petals flew out, cutting through the sky and instantly appeared beside Li Xunhuan. Li Xunhuan's eyes moved, he pushed the old man back with force, and turned to face the peach petals. He stepped back with his left foot, collected the knife with his right hand, and spun the three-pointed, two-edged knife two and a half circles with one hand, blocking the peach petals outside his body. There were little sparks of light, which turned out to be countless red thread needles. The peach blossom petals disappeared, and a pink mist appeared in the air for no reason, floating towards Li Xunhuan.
When the monk surnamed Yang saw this scene, the corners of his mouth curled up and his eyes were filled with pride. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword was reflected in his pupils. He didn't understand, but he didn't slow down. He raised his right hand and pointed it in front of him. There was a red thread needle between his middle finger and index finger. Tit for tat! Blue and red, two rays of spiritual power collide! The red light could not last for more than three moments before it collapsed again and again. But his figure had already retreated quickly. He retreated and Li Xunhuan chased him. In the moonlight, no figures were visible, the only thing that could be seen was the collision between the tip of the knife and the tip of the needle. Soon, his breathing became rapid. With a ruthless heart, he used his ultimate move. "Why don't you do it?" It happened in a flash, as soon as he finished speaking. A green flame came at him accurately, forcing Li Xunhuan to pause. The monk named Yang finally had some free time. Even with the ancient gloves, his fingers were shaking and he could barely hold the red needle. God TM, the early stage of Dan Jie! It's obviously a physical cultivation. The man from Yuling Sect did not die unjustly. However, he also had no time to explain and attacked Li Xunhuan together with the other five people. As luck would have it, the six of them reached an unprecedented tacit understanding. On the east side, two Ghost Spirit Sect monks, one holding a long sword and the other holding a short axe, stepped forward and chopped at Li Xunhuan in the waist.
Li Xunhuan dodged backwards, his figure turning two and a half circles counterclockwise. Before he could stand still, a red needle came sneaking towards him. Li Xunhuan didn't even bother to look at it, and swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand to the other side, which turned out to be the long sword of the old man from the Ghost Spirit Sect. At the same time, he bent his waist backward, and the red needle brushed against the silver armor. Just when his old strength was gone and his new strength had not yet been generated, a figure rose from the ground into the sky. At the critical moment, three crystal-colored ice walls appeared and collided with his natal magic weapon. After a moment, layers upon layers of destruction. At this time, Li Xunhuan stared into the air, and as if the ground was collapsing, he soared into the sky without any rules. When the five people saw this, they smiled with triumph in their eyes. Li Xun Huan looked back and noticed that no one was following him. When he turned around, a "sun" the same size as the moon came into view. Behind the sun, the monk from the Demon Flame Sect pinched his fingers and pressed the fireball down. Qingyang Demonic Fire, anyone who is hit by it will die. Even Jindan cultivators are no exception. This will be a killer! In an instant, the smile on his face froze. what is this? I saw the man holding a round ball in his hand, with fire jumping inside it. It was not bright, but it competed with the moon in brightness. When the sphere took off first and connected with the huge fireball, the fireball disappeared linearly as if it had encountered its natural enemy. After a few thoughts, the fireball completely disappeared, and the flame in the sphere became more and more active. Then, the ball flashed and appeared between his fingers and moved up his arm. Spiritual energy, consciousness, and physical body were all sucked into it and began to burn. Under the horrified gazes of the five people below, the cultivator from the Demon Flame Sect disappeared bit by bit. For a moment, the scene was quiet again. Only Li Xunhuan looked like a god in silver armor, and he looked even more majestic under the moonlight. [A third-level mid-grade magical power, Samadhi True Fire, and the superposition of essence, energy, and spirit. If there is no way to deal with it,] This magical power is quite good. The Samadhi True Fire only burns the cultivator's spirit, energy and vitality, while leaving their clothes, storage bags and magic weapons undestroyed. More importantly, in this way, if one person is killed, there are still five people left. Take advantage of his illness and kill him.
Li Xunhuan's figure disappeared again and appeared in front of the old man, who responded hastily. At the right time, a divine consciousness came and said, "Fellow Daoist, can you spare my life? I can exchange it with the lives of my three junior brothers." Li Xunhuan was startled, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had heard something interesting. "Okay." The old man from the Ghost Spirit Sect led Li Xunhuan towards the three Ghost Spirit Sect monks, feeling relieved. He didn't believe Li Xunhuan, but planned to run away. Exchange his life for the lives of his three fellow apprentices. He is at the peak of the Jindan stage, and his escape technique is very fast, so he can escape in a short period of time. But on the surface he remained calm and looked like a common enemy. "My three junior brothers, Brother Yang, if you don't fight, you will have no chance." His telepathic voice was echoed by the four people. "it is good." Then, something surprising happened. The three Ghost Spirit Sect disciples' life-saving magic weapons changed direction and suddenly headed towards the old man from a distance away. The old man was caught off guard and retreated quickly, avoiding the first attack. The sword in his hand repelled the second attack. There was no way to deal with the third attack and we could only use the defensive formation to block it. Just when he was angry that his three fellow apprentices betrayed him, Li Xunhuan appeared behind him. He felt something, but couldn't move. At some point, a layer of ice covered his entire body. A three-pointed, double-edged sword, the tip of which pierced his chest. Head tilted, dead! Li Xunhuan's eyes were sharp, and when he thought of the words of the four people from the Ghost Spirit Sect who had just betrayed their teammates, a smile flashed in his eyes. What a scene of brothers respecting each other. Especially, he looked at the escaping red figure, worthy of being a demon. When disaster strikes, we all fly away. But the strongest man is dead, how can you escape? "Fellow Daoist, can the three of us leave?" "But I promise to let two of you go." "You are not trusted!" "So what?"
Along with that, there was the figure of the bald man falling to the ground. "Go together." After saying that, the last two people from the Ghost Spirit Sect went their separate ways. Ten breaths later, Li Xunhuan cut a member of the Guiling Sect in half. At the right time, a rope and a storage bag came from a distance and were hung around his waist. At this point, five are left out of the six. . . . After a moment, there was a flash of gold, and a figure landed in the original forest. Li Xunhuan was wearing casual clothes and holding a folding fan. He looked very relaxed, and in fact he was very relaxed. One step, two steps. "Fellow Daoist, why do you have to force me so hard?" The voice came from the front. Dressed in a red veil, neither male nor female, a monk named Yang from the Hehuan Sect walked out from behind a big tree. The monk surnamed Yang frowned tightly, looking very ugly. Someone actually discovered his escape route. "Fellow Daoist, why don't you join my Hehuan Sect? I have some connections with Patriarch Yunlu and can recommend him to you." Cloud dew? Li Xunhuan was stunned. It was really a special fate. Three, two, one! The monk named Yang counted silently in his mind and set up the formation. Just when he was feeling happy, he felt a chill on his skin and there was a layer of ice in front of his eyes. An ice crystal flying knife appeared between heaven and earth. It was not flying fast, but it frightened him greatly. There was a flash of light and a gurgling sound in the throat. The body fell to the ground with a bang. Turned into ice crystal fragments. The fire bomb technique struck, leaving nothing behind. Li Xunhuan lowered his eyes and said, "I'm waiting for my skills to take effect. What are you waiting for?" The storage bag floated over and landed in the palm of my hand. A breeze blew and the opening of the bag moved slightly. A red light flashed.
Mutations reborn! (End of this chapter)