Chen Chen bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed Essence Blood on the jade pendant on his chest.
The jade pendant burst out with dazzling starlight, and dozens of Morning Star Blade shot out desperately, covering his head.
Xuanli stretched out his hand to block it, and the star blades pierced his arms and shoulders, with some of them entering his eyes. He grunted and loosened the chain.
Chen Chen took the opportunity to escape and staggered back a few steps.
Qian Donglai had already come up. He swung five thunder talismans in succession, and the five thunder rays connected into one, causing Xuanli to take two steps back. He grabbed Chen Chen with one hand, dragged him to the back of the battle group, and while retreating, he took out the elixir from Storage Bag and stuffed it into Chen Chen's mouth.
Yan Yue and Jianxiu pushed forward.
Yan Yue crossed his halberds and received a hard punch from Xuanli. The fists and halberds collided, Yan Yue's legs sank half a foot into the ground, the blood vessels in both arms bulged, and veins popped out on his face.
The swordsman walked around behind Xuanli, connected his long sword, and cut through the white ash with the sword's edge, chipping off piece after piece, cutting off one of Xuanli's wrists. The white ash flew away, and when the severed hand fell to the ground, it turned into powder and flew back.
Xuanli's recovery speed is too fast.
The little victory that Yan Yue and Jianxiu had gained through their hard work was gone in the blink of an eye. The scars caused by the star blade and the lightning had healed just as they appeared, leaving no traces. Jianxiu pierced Xuanli's chest with his sword, but when the sword was pulled out, the hole had already been half closed.
Yan Yue cursed in a low voice, but Qin Tiexin heard it clearly.
"Now we're in trouble."
Qin Tiexin stood on the outer edge of the battle group, with the pressure of Pill Domain pressing on his shoulders. Every move required 30% more effort.
He stared at Xuanli, and the devil's face no longer looked like a mask. The skin was shiny, and when his eyes turned around, they were as greedy as a living person. Less than half of the white gray on his body turned into flesh color, and his aura was firmly at Golden Core Middle Stage, and it was still rising.
Ahead, Yan Yue and Jianxiu were forced to retreat.
The opponent's strength was so great that Yan Yue's calves were shaking, and blood seeped out from between his fingers, dyeing the halberd shaft dark red. The sword cultivator's figure was no longer graceful, he received a slap on the shoulder, his cassock tore open, and Blood Bead's crotch protruded out.
Qian Donglai's thunder talisman flicked less and less, and the fire was no longer as fierce as before. Actuating the talisman itself was a huge drain on spiritual power. Chen Chen could barely stand up, but the starlight on the jade pendant dimmed a lot.
Xuanli walked forward step by step, the grin on his face getting bigger and bigger.
Can't wait any longer.
Qin Tiexin stood up slowly and walked out from behind the wall.
Xuanli's body shot out, nearly twice as fast as before. The white shadow passed over the ruins, and the movements could hardly be seen clearly. There was only the sound of the gravel collapsing when the soles of the feet hit the ground.
He used white bone powder to transform into two giant claws and attacked the sword cultivator first.
The swordsman was already injured, so his reaction was half a beat too slow. He could barely avoid the first blow with Movement Method, and Xuanli's claws brushed against his ears, making the wind sound harsh.
But the second blow followed closely. The giant claw made a fist and punched him in the chest.
The sword cultivator's whole body flashed with light, and the protective body Law Artifact activated itself, covering his whole body like a thin shell.
The fist hit the shell, and most of the spiritual shell was broken. The impact penetrated, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the swordsman's mouth. The blood was in the shape of mist, and before it could hit the ground, Xuanli stretched out his hand to grab it, and the blood mist flew into his mouth and nose through the air, and a trace of rosy flashed across his transparent white face.
The sword cultivator's injuries worsened instantly, as if the last bit of strength had been sucked away from him, and he collapsed. If Yan Yue hadn't struck from the side with a halberd, carrying the wind, it went straight to Xuanli's waist, forcing Xuanli to return to defense, the sword cultivator would have become the sixth mummy.
Looking at the next floor, it was already in chaos.
Rogue Cultivator, who is still alive, sees this white-faced devil and dares to stay.
They climbed out of the ruins and ran towards the outside of the formation without looking back. No one was thinking about any spiritual objects anymore. On the entire Pure Land Chan Temple floor, except for Qin Tiexin and Chen Chen, the other monks had already taken advantage of this time to escape.
No matter how you run away, what you save will become Xuanli's supplement.
Several Aristocratic Clan disciples who followed Chen Chen were also slowly retreating. They were originally standing at the rear of the battle group, but now they had retreated seven to eight feet. Their faces were pale, their legs and feet were weak, and they were exchanging glances. They were obviously waiting for a suitable opportunity to retreat.
Chen Chen and Qian Donglai looked at each other and saw the retreat in each other's eyes.
They are not stupid. If Golden Core Early Stage and Xuanli are still confident that they can win, then if they stay here now, they will basically die. Xuanli's speed and strength have been qualitatively improved compared to before.
Looking at them, one of the guards was dead and one was injured, the sword cultivator was unconscious, and Yan Yue was injured. As one goes, the remaining people will no longer be able to form a complete encirclement. If it continues, everything will have to be explained here.
The two of them slowly retreated towards the way they came from.
But the way back was too far, and there was still a long way to the boundary of the formation, so we could only fight and retreat. The remaining guards and followers stood in front of the two of them. The heavy shields had been lost, and only the swords and talismans were left. Qian Donglai wrinkled the last few talismans in his hand, and refused to throw them out.
Xuanli How could he let them go so easily?
The white shadow folded in the ruins, and passed over everyone's heads like a white light, directly ahead of everyone, and landed on a broken stone pillar, blocking the way.
He was condescending, and the flesh color on his face had become heavier and heavier. Only the cheekbones and chin were left with the white ash on his face.
He raised his hand and waved, and the white powder condensed into several big hands again, and slapped everyone on the head. Everyone could only barely raise their strength, and then fought with Xuanli.
When Qin Tiexin arrived, he saw this scene in front of him:
Chen Chen's group had been dispersed. Chen Chen was half-kneeling in the ruins. The sleeve of his left arm was completely torn, exposing the charred skin underneath, as if it had been roasted by fire.
His face was frighteningly white, and beads of sweat dripped down his chin to the ground. But he still gritted his teeth and did not retreat. Morning Star Chain shot out from his palm, narrowing in a circle, but still tightly wrapped around Xuanli's feet, trying to stop Xuanli's footsteps.
Qian Donglai was half-kneeling on the other side, with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. He was holding the folding fan in his hand. The fan was broken and only half of the fan bone was left. He had five or six injuries, large and small, the most serious one was on his thigh, and his trouser legs were soaked with blood. There were only two thunder talismans left.
Yan Yue stood at the front, holding both halberds in front of him to support his body.
A half-foot-long wound was torn open on his back, from the shoulder blade to the waist. Blood soaked through the entire back clothes and dripped along the hem of the clothes on the stone floor. He was breathing heavily, like a bellows. Every time he took a breath, a stream of blood poured out of the wound on his back.
The sword cultivator completely lost his voice and fell in the ruins not knowing whether to live or die.
The two guards resisted several blows and both fell down. One was on his back and the other was lying on his side, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Qin Tiexin swept through the whole place and had an idea in his mind. If he didn't take action, these people wouldn't be able to last more than three breaths.
Edgeless ran away.
He used all his strength, the blade wrapped around Qi Gang, spinning at high speed, and the sound of breaking through the air was deep and muffled, like a hill being rolled over.