Immortal Road

Chu Manting also reacted very quickly, dodging more than three meters away, but once the two monks surnamed Cai succeeded, they would never let her escape. They each took out several magic tools and talismans in their hands and desperately chased after her.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, be careful!" Murong Yunfei shouted anxiously, but he was tied up tightly by Gu Wu and could not get out at all, so he could only worry.

Gu Wu laughed loudly, waved the big flag in his hand several times, and the black wind enveloped all of them.

"This little girl is delicate and tender, but she is a good cauldron for dual cultivation. It would be a pity to kill her." Although the monk surnamed Cai said so, his Taoist magic was sharp and deadly.

Another monk took advantage of the power of the black wind and found a gap. Whoosh, a flying sword was stabbing at Chu Manting's chest.

At this time, Chu Manting had just taken out the flying sword to resist the attack of the monk surnamed Cai, and she didn't expect to reveal such a gap.

Moreover, she could not resist at all at this time, and could only watch helplessly as the sword pierced her chest.

Just when Chu Manting was almost in despair. ,

"Bang!" The flying sword was knocked out, and at the same time, a monk in a green Taoist robe appeared in front of Chu Manting.

This person was naturally Ishikawa. The mining pick magic weapon swallowed the small flag of the monk who was fighting with Ishikawa, and the soul-devouring demon bat seized the opportunity and almost instantly sucked out his spiritual power and devoured his true essence.

This was an opportunity that Ishikawa had waited for a long time to get. The Hades Sword could completely kill him with one sword.

But when Ishikawa saw Chu Manting's situation, he drove the Wind Boots without hesitation and rushed to the fastest speed to knock the flying sword out. If he came a little later, I'm afraid Chu Manting would be seriously injured even if she didn't die.

When he saw the monk named Cai, Ishikawa thought of the talismans that were almost rotten in the storage bag. With a wave of his hands, a thick stack of talismans appeared in Ishikawa's hands. There were thousands of them.

Ishikawa threw them all out with a flick of his hand. That was not all. Ishikawa kept throwing his hands. The talismans in his storage bag were thrown out like flowers in the sky. Tens of thousands of them were thrown out in an instant.

These talismans were robbed by the monks of the Ancient Sword Sect before entering the ancient ruins. Now all these talismans were used on them, which was considered to be making the best use of them.

The two monks were about to succeed, but before they could laugh out loud, the talismans thrown by Ishikawa blew them into dust.

The various talismans such as the fireball talisman and the thunder talisman, although the damage was not high, were superior in number. And they naturally knew in their hearts where these talismans thrown by Ishikawa came from. Both of them gnashed their teeth in hatred and wished to cut Ishikawa into pieces, but the talismans in Ishikawa's hand had no intention of stopping.

Chu Manting escaped a disaster, and the look of relief on her face had not yet faded, and she showed a look of astonishment. No matter how cheap these talismans are, they cost only a few spirit stones each, and some cost more than ten spirit stones each. Ordinary cultivators have to consider it carefully before using them, and cultivators at the tenth level of Qi training simply regard these things as useless. If they have too few, they are useless, and if they have too many, they will consume too many spirit stones.

This is the first time that Chu Manting has encountered someone like Ishikawa who throws out tens of thousands of talismans at a time.

However, when there are more talismans, they are indeed effective. The talismans alone made the two cultivators surnamed Cai have no power to fight back and retreat step by step.

"Two useless people, why are you running away?" Gu Wu shouted angrily when he saw the two cultivators surnamed Cai retreating.

The cultivator surnamed Cai had a sad face, but he had a hard time. It was not that he wanted to escape, but that he had to escape. There were too many talismans. If he fought hard, he would probably be wiped out in a few strokes.

"Brother Gu, look. Why is Brother Gu San lying on the ground?" The cultivator surnamed Cai suddenly found that the cultivator who had just fought with Ishikawa was lying on the ground motionless.

"Third brother!" Gu Wu shouted angrily, waved the big flag in his hand, forced Murong Yunfei to retreat, and rushed over.

Unexpectedly, just when he was only three or five feet away, the black big flag in Gu Wu's hand lost control and was sucked over by a very ugly magic weapon.

Five feet above the ground, a red light shone.

Although Gu Wu felt sorry for his magic weapon, his third brother, who was so close and whose life and death were uncertain, seemed to be more important to him.

"Third brother, what's wrong with you?" Gu Wu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Gu San's breath was still there, but his spiritual power was completely empty.

Now the situation suddenly became five to five, and Ishikawa fought against two monks named Cai alone, forcing the two to retreat step by step, and the situation changed instantly.

"Ah!" A low roar!

The combined attack of Peng Xiu and Yang Miao actually killed a monk from the Ancient Sword Sect. The two were using the combined sword method to deal with the remaining monk.

Without saying a word, Murong Yunfei flew over on his sword.

Three people fighting against one person, it was almost like catching a turtle in a jar, the ancient sword cultivator had nowhere to escape.

The cultivator surnamed Cai fled behind Gu Wu, looking at Ishikawa with some fear, his face sweating. Ishikawa's escape speed was so fast, and the two of them were also proud of their fast escape speed, but it was not worth mentioning in front of Ishikawa.

One person is a bomb, and two people are also a bomb. As long as there are talismans in the storage bag, Ishikawa will throw them all out.

No matter how many people there are on the other side.

Murong Yunfei had been frustrated in front of Gu Wu's Black Wind for a long time. Now it was three to one, so naturally he used all his skills. In less than an incense stick of time, the cultivator died under the joint attack of Peng Xiu, Yang Miao and Mo Rong Yunfei.

Five to three.

And now, Ishikawa alone defeated three people.

"Go!" Gu Wu shouted angrily, looked at Shi Chuan with hatred, and fled with Gu San in his arms.

"Forget it, let them go." Murong Yunfei shouted loudly.

In fact, even if Mo Rong Yunfei didn't say it, Shi Chuan had no intention of chasing them. These people fled at full speed. It was not difficult for Shi Chuan to chase them, but it might not be so easy to kill them.

What's more, Shi Chuan didn't want to waste precious time to get angry with these people.

Shi Chuan waved his hand and collected the mining pick that swallowed the black wind flag and the small flag. He flew back to meet everyone.

"Just now, it was thanks to Fellow Daoist Shi, otherwise we would have no chance of winning." Murong Yunfei said with a bow.

"This battle was also caused by me. I am very grateful to several fellow Daoists for their assistance." Ishi Chuan said seriously, and these words were also from the bottom of his heart.

"It's just that there are a few more talismans. If the talismans worth hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones are thrown out, I believe that even a cultivator in the post-natal period will be invincible." Chu Manting said coldly.

Murong Yunfei smiled softly, and said awkwardly: "Fellow Daoist Chu said so, Fellow Daoist Shi, don't mind. But Fellow Daoist Peng and Fellow Daoist Yang killed one person in this battle, which is a great achievement."

"Fellow Daoist Murong said too much. My husband and I are the ones with the lowest cultivation among us. Just now, thanks to the help of a human-shaped spirit, we were lucky enough to kill one person."

"Human-shaped spirit?" Murong Yunfei was stunned. This human-shaped spirit must not be his, nor Chu Manting's. Because Chu Manting herself was already fighting one against two, she certainly didn't have the energy to help Peng Xiu and Yang Miao. There was only one possibility, it was Ishikawa's.

Murong Yunfei looked at Ishikawa with a lot of changes in his eyes, so he wanted to invite a cultivator to go treasure hunting. Unexpectedly, he met such a hidden cultivator.

Murong Yunfei was in the main battle. Although Ishikawa did not perform very well, he was not timid or panicked.

His calm and stable attitude impressed Murong Yunfei.

However, since Ishikawa did not want to say it, Murong Yunfei did not say much. "It seems that Shuilingmen is not as desolate as the rumors say." Murong Yunfei thought to himself.

After two quarters of an hour of breathing, everyone flew on the sword again. In the ancient ruins, fighting is a family tradition, and these monks have been prepared for it.

Finding treasures is the ultimate goal of everyone.

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