Qin Tiexin The moment he stepped into the corridor, the heavy pressure came over him again. The same multi-directional squeezing as when he came in, tightened from all directions at the same time, wrapping his whole body in an invisible iron shell. He stabilized his center of gravity and walked forward step by step.
After walking seven or eight steps, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. The pressure was still so great, but his body seemed to adapt much faster than when he came in. When he reached the tenth step, he already needed to mobilize his core muscles to resist the squeeze. Now that he had reached the same position, his breathing hardly changed. The force coming from all directions fell on his body, as if it was shared by a layer of denser things.
He remembered the last few steps he took before entering the tunnel. The extreme suppression had completely refined part of the food essence accumulated in his body, allowing his strength to exceed 20,000 kilograms, and his body to lift up a bit. The pressure of this tunnel was fixed, and his physique when he entered was no longer at the same level as when he left.
His steps were steady, and when he reached the end of the corridor, he didn't even breathe as heavily as when he entered.
When he took another step out of the corridor, Qin Tiexin paused. He thought of the woman in black and the sword across his Adam's apple. This time he did not go out rashly. He adjusted his breath, took off the Edgeless from his back, held it in his hand, pointed the tip of the sword at an angle to the ground, and then took the last step.
The cool feeling of the water film sliding over his body passed by, and the light from the exit filled his field of vision. He stepped out of the corridor in one step, holding Edgeless horizontally, and scanned the open space in front of him.
There was no sneak attack, no encirclement, no sword on the neck.
The sky outside was darker than when he entered. The gray sky light had been dyed a little light blue. Most of the monks outside had dispersed, leaving only a dozen or so people. Their eyes were scanning the various exits of the corridors, either openly or covertly. It seemed that someone had noticed him.
Qin Tiexin scanned around and did not see Duan Xuan.
Just as he was about to walk aside, a sound of weapons clashing came from the side.
Mixed with the crisp sound of the whip breaking through the air, and a few muffled hums.
Qin Tiexin turned around and looked around. Fifty steps away, in the open space between three or four dilapidated stone temples, four figures were fighting together. Three strong figures formed a Zigzag shape and surrounded a red figure in the middle.
The long whip was like a living snake in the hands of the red figure, constantly lashing, winding, and throwing away. The sword light flickered in the gaps between the whip shadows. Occasionally it hit the flesh and made a dull crisp sound. The sword light flickered in the gaps between the whip shadows, but the steps were forced tighter and tighter, and the space for movement was compressed to a very small range.
Red whip, long sword, tall figure.
Qin Tiexin's pupils shrank suddenly, it was Duan Xuan.
Duan Xuan has been under the siege of three people for nearly a stick of incense.
After coming out of the corridor, she originally planned to bypass the onlookers and go to the entrance of the corridor to wait for Qin Tiexin. But her state betrayed her - when she walked out, her steps were steady and her breath was even, not someone who was ejected or retreated from the difficulty. The moment she came out of the corridor, several eyes were glued to her, like a hyena smelling blood.
Three people blocked her way. Two Body Tempering Eighth Layer, one Body Tempering Ninth Layer, tall and strong, one with an axe, one with an epee, and one with double iron shields.
The person at the front spoke in a very polite tone, "Fellow Daoist is lucky, and what you get is definitely not bad. Why don't you show it to everyone, and if you give me a price you like, you won't lose."
Duan Xuan glanced at him and uttered two words: "Get out of here!"
The smile on the man's face faded a lot.
"Fellow Daoist, your spiritual power has been almost exhausted." He said, "How much power can you still use now? The three of us are in good condition, and it will consume you to death by yourself. Hand over your things and let you live."
Duan Xuan didn't say another word. Her fiery temper was never expressed through her mouth. She took out the long whip with her left hand, and the tip of the whip made a crisp sound in the air, and wrapped around the right wrist of the axe-wielding monk.
The three of them didn't expect her to attack directly after a disagreement, but they reacted very quickly - the ax wielder avoided the whip tip, and the shield holder inserted it from the side, closing the two iron shields in front of the three of them. The shield and the whip tip collided with a metallic clang. The sword-wielding monk behind the scenes came around from the left wing and swept the heavy sword across. The wind of the sword forced Duan Xuan to take a step back.
The rhythm of this siege was firmly controlled by the three of them from the first breath. The two power types were responsible for taking turns to attack, not giving her a chance to adjust her breathing; the defensive type blocked the front where she most wanted to break through, and the iron shield blocked most of the attack angles of her whip and sword.
Duan Xuan wanted to kill someone first several times. The long whip wrapped around the axe-wielding monk's ankle and pulled him down. The long sword followed and stabbed his throat, but before the sword tip could reach it, the shield holder used the shield to forcefully knock the tip of her sword half a foot away. The sword pierced the shield, leaving a shallow mark.
The three of them cooperated very well and played very patiently.
They were not in a hurry to close the net, but repeatedly rotated their positions so that Duan Xuan's attacks always landed on the defensive monk's shield. At the same time, both sides alternated pressure, forcing her to constantly move her position, consuming her remaining physical and spiritual energy.
Duan Xuan's counterattack seemed to them like a trapped beast still fighting. With Body Tempering Ninth Layer and Foundation Establishment Early Stage's cultivation level, one person could beat three of them under normal circumstances, but now her spiritual power was at its lowest, most of her physical strength was consumed by the corridor, and a stick of incense was consumed by the three of them in turn. Her whip swing became slower and slower, and the gap between her swords became longer and longer.
Duan Xuan knew they were dragging. She was dragging too. She glanced at the entrances of the corridors several times through the gaps in the encirclement, but she never saw the figure.
But she knew that he hadn't come out yet. If he had come out and saw herself being besieged, she wouldn't be able to stand idly by.
She deflected the axe-wielding monk's vertical blow with her backhand sword. Her wrists were numb from the shock, and two stone slabs were crushed beneath her feet. The shield-holder took advantage of the moment when she was taking off her strength and slammed into her. She pushed the shield with the handle of her whip, and she floated back three steps with the help of the force, landing next to a broken pillar. She still had less than 20% of her spiritual energy left in her body, and her physical strength was almost at its bottom.
At this moment, her peripheral vision caught a figure coming out of the corridor in the distance.
He is over nine feet tall, with a strong body, his trademark short hair, and an obvious black heavy sword.
Duan Xuan The corner of his mouth curled up very quickly.
The three monks were preparing to close the net. The one holding the shield lowered his center of gravity and prepared for a head-on collision. The one holding the ax and the one holding the sword attacked from both sides at the same time. The only escape route left for Duan Xuan was the broken wall behind her.
Just when they were about to exert force, the three of them noticed that the state of the woman in front of them had changed - her breathing suddenly stabilized, the whip was once again clasped in her hand, and the tiredness in her eyes suddenly disappeared.
Does she have a backup plan? The axe-wielding monk frowned and hesitated for a moment.
The next moment, three sharp piercing sounds sounded simultaneously.
Three javelins were fired from the side, dragging very thin white marks in the air. The angles were tricky and the speed was extremely fast. All three javelins were pointed at the defensive monk holding the shield.
The first one hit the iron shield on his left hand, and the tip of the gun was embedded half an inch into the shield. It missed Penetration, but the impact caused his entire left arm to swing outward.
The second shot followed closely and broke through the remaining protective spiritual power on his body - it was a spiritual barrier that the three people had hastily activated when they heard the first sound of breaking through the air. It was not thick to begin with, but this shot accurately penetrated the weakest point.
The third spear, Profound Ice Spear Penetration, was the last remnant of the barrier, brushed the edge of the iron shield, and pierced under the right shoulder blade of the monk holding the shield. The tip of the spear came out from the front of the shoulder with a cloud of blood mist.
The shield-bearing monk groaned and knelt on his left knee. The defense network on both sides of the iron shield completely collapsed at this moment.
This is the gap that Duan Xuan is waiting for.
She stepped lightly, and her whole body turned into a red shadow, rushing into the gap at the same moment as the shield-bearing monk knelt down. She kicked him three times in a row - the first kicked him in the chest and knocked his center of gravity completely, the second kicked in the same position and dimmed the aura of the protective robe, and the third kicked him directly out. His back hit the gravel ground two feet away, making a dull sound like an iron plate hitting the ground.
Only then did the remaining two monks realize that someone had intervened, and with one move, the toughest one among the three of them was destroyed.
The ax monk and the epee monk turned around at the same time, just in time to see a burly figure rushing toward them on a broken stone slab.
Every time the man took a step, the stone slabs under his feet would explode, and gravel would scatter everywhere. His steps were heavy and fierce.
Mountain-Shaking Steps, Qin Tiexin The fastest way to advance!
Before the two of them could react, Qin Tiexin had already rushed in front of them with Edgeless. Three steps away from the two of them, he raised the knife over his head and struck down hard with the weight and momentum of the heavy knife.
Heavy Mountain Saber Technique·Suppress the Mountain.
The jet-black heavy sword was raised high above the head, and the blade swallowed up the skylight, reflecting only a layer of darkness. The two monks raised their weapons to block at the same time - the axe-holder held the ax across his hands, and the sword-holder held the heavy sword diagonally above his head. The two stood side by side, the ax blade and the sword blade crossed to form a cross, preparing to use their combined strength to catch the knife.
Edgeless fell.
Boom. The aftermath of the impact exploded into a circle of air waves visible to the naked eye, sending gravel and dust on the ground flying in all directions.
Four hands, two weapons, withstood a wave of Great Strength that they had never endured before.
The force crashed from the blade into the ax blade and the sword blade, then from the weapon into their metacarpals and wrist bones, passed from the wrist bones to the arm bones, and from the arm bones to the spine, crushing them all the way.
The ax and the epee were both struck in a curve that was visible to the naked eye. The ax blade had a gap that was about an inch long, and the epee blade was bent as deep as a knuckle.
Their jaws were torn apart at the same time, blood dripping down their fingers, their legs bent under the pressure of Great Strength, their knees almost touched the ground, and almost all four hands were shocked to the point of losing consciousness.
What kind of monster is this?
Qin Tiexin's offensive continued. After one blow fell, Edgeless spun in his hand, the blade turned sideways, with the blade facing outward, and with a sweep, Heaviness's blade struck the two of them on the chest.
The weapons of the two men were blown wide open by the blow just now, and they had no time to re-establish their blocking postures. The blade of the sword was slapped firmly between their chests and abdomens.
There were two muffled clicks.
The two of them flew out at the same time, drew an arc in the air, and hit the gravel ground ten steps away. They vomited blood and struggled several times but could not get up.
Qin Tiexin just landed at this time.
Edgeless Saber pointed on the gravel ground, and he stood in front of Duan Xuan, completely protecting her behind him.
His eyes swept around him - the monks who were leaning on the gravel and watching, the people squatting on the ruins in the distance and watching, and a few figures who seemed to have taken a half-step towards this direction before retracting.
His eyes seemed to say, who else??!!
His breathing was steady, his expression was calm, and the hand holding the knife was motionless.
No one spoke. There was only the sound of the wind blowing on the gravel ground and the varying gasps of the three monks who fell to the ground.
Duan Xuan stood behind him, looking at the nine-foot-high back wall in front of him.
The timing of his attack was just right. The three javelins were tested from the farthest distance to the shortest distance, each one was more accurate than the last; when the sword slashed down, there was no hesitation from the beginning to the end.
He didn't look back at himself, but every step he made from dropping the knife to standing still was between her and the two people.
She held up a stick of incense under the three people's consumption in turn, and never cried out tiredly. At this moment, Qin Tiexin stood in front of her, and she suddenly felt that all the muscles in her body relaxed.
Qin Tiexin ignored the three people who were trying to get up, put away the knife and turned around, glanced at Duan Xuan: "Where are you injured?"
Duan Xuan turned up the sleeve with a scratch and took a look. The wound had stopped bleeding on its own. "Skin injury."
She raised her chin and gestured in the direction of the three monks who were struggling to get up, "You're not afraid of beating them to death."
"Keep your hand."
Duan Xuan couldn't help but laugh when he heard these words.
He really kept his hand, especially for the last knife. If he had not used the blade of the knife, but really slashed with all his strength, the two people would not have been as simple as being knocked away and vomiting blood.
She raised her head, looking at Qin Tiexin's concerned eyes and strong figure, looking at his Edgeless hanging on the ground, looking at the three people lying on the gravel ground, and then looking at the bystanders around her who had averted their eyes.
I feel a little weird and warm in my heart, as if there is something extra.
She shook her head and stretched out her right hand towards Qin Tiexin,
"Okay, pull me up."