I am a support player in the cultivation world

Sword lights filled the sky and sandstorms rose in the wind.

Lin Fuping came with great force, but Feng Yun had been in the Western Desert for more than a thousand years and was not someone who had gained fame for nothing.

When Lin Fuping burst out with his sword power, he thought to himself that something was wrong. An ochre-colored light spread out from his body and formed an elliptical armor on his body surface.

Just the shape...

Why does it look so much like a turtle?

When the sword light fell, all the Nascent Soul cultivators died under the sword, and even one or two Spiritual Transformation cultivators who were slow to react could not escape death.

"kill--"

Feng Yun roared angrily, and took the lead to charge towards Lin Fuping, facing the sword light. A pair of plum blossom hammers appeared in his hands, on which were engraved two brown snakes entwined and connected head to tail. Red light flickered in the eyes of the snakes, carrying a hint of bloodiness and cruelty.

At this time, Feng Yun no longer had the contempt and lust he had just had. Instead, he was wary of and had murderous intent towards Lin Fuping.

Under the leadership of Feng Yun, none of the remaining Jindan cultivators and another Lianxu cultivator escaped. They all used their best skills, intending to take down Lin Fuping by taking advantage of the gap created by her attack.

"Amitabha!"

Lekong groaned, golden light flashed in his eyes, and with a flash of his body, he stood in front of Lin Fuping, defending her against the bandits except Feng Yun.

"Please stop, donors!"

As for Feng Yun...

Lekong felt that he and Feng Yun couldn't stand each other, but they couldn't do anything about each other.

So let’s leave him to Fellow Daoist Lin!

Feng Yun passed by Kong and saw that he didn't stop him at all. He felt a little nervous and had a bad premonition.

Liaokong, so confident in this woman! ?

Lin Fuping looked at Feng Yun waving his two hammers towards him with great momentum.

However, because of his preconceived notions, Lin Fuping only thought that it was a turtle with bared fangs and claws pouncing towards him.

Zizi——clang!

The sword and hammer collided, sparks flying.

Both of them had murderous intent in their eyes.

Feng Yun didn't expect that the little girl opposite him could be equally matched with him in strength.

No! It should be said that... Lin Fuping is even stronger than him.

Is this still the swordsman who wields a light and agile sword?

Lin Fuping felt the force coming from his wrist, mobilized his spiritual consciousness, formed it into seven invisible needles, and then pierced Feng Yun's eyebrows, back of the head, eyes, ears, and Baihui acupoint.

Feng Yun is a cultivator who practices both hammer and body training. To be precise, there is no cultivator in Western Desert who does not practice body training.

This also means that they are relatively weak in spiritual awareness.

In addition to Buddhist...

After all, they have to suppress nightmares and save ghosts.

"what--"

Feng Yun felt as if there were red-hot steel needles stirring in his brain. The strength in his hands weakened a little, and blood flowed from all his orifices.

"It's you!"

Feng Yun gritted his teeth. His ferocious expression and his wounded, bloody face were quite scary.

But who is Lin Fuping?

He was someone who could catch the staff in the haunted house and take photos in his previous life, and in this life he had to face the sea of ​​blood and corpses caused by Ying Di.

Why should you be afraid of him?

He immediately gathered his energy and spat hard in his face!

Feng Yun: ...

I have thought about the thousands of ways I might be hurt, and even the thousands of ways I might die, but I never thought that one day I would be attacked by saliva.

Lin Fuping immediately regretted it after she spat in his face.

Because this is really not upright or beautiful, not to mention that there are other people here.

It’s just that when I looked at Feng Yun’s face just now, I couldn’t help my behavior.

But fortunately, Master Kong is not the kind of person who likes to gossip about other people, so there should be no problem.

Lin Fuping pouted. Besides Feng Yun, others were also shocked.

Bandit: Got it, got it!

Le Kong glanced at Lin Fuping without saying a word, then immediately retracted his gaze, and while the bandit was still in a daze, he punched out with both fists, landing on the bandit's abdomen, knocking the bandit in the early stage of refining emptiness and the bandit behind him dozens of meters away.

Then Liaokong took this opportunity to fly forward and beat the fallen dog.

Lin Fuping felt regretful in his heart, but he did not hesitate at all and kicked Feng Yun.

Feng Yun raised his knee to block, and in the collision of forces, the two men were separated by dozens of meters.

Feng Yun felt his knees go numb. After Lin Fuping stabilized his body, he immediately rushed towards Feng Yun. Feng Yun didn't care whether his knees were numb or not and raised his two hammers to block.

The two sides exchanged dozens of moves, and Feng Yun found that Lin Fuping's speed was getting faster and faster, and his attacks became more fierce.

In contrast, the wounds on Feng Yun's body continued to increase, which made him want to retreat.

only...

Feng Yun turned his gaze to the battlefield on Kong's side.

Because of the Buddhist precepts, Liaokong would not kill unless it was absolutely necessary, and the other monks were not vegetarians either, so the two sides fell into a stalemate.

Should I abandon those people and escape alone?

This is the capital that allows me to travel across the Western Desert!

Feng Yun is distressed

That's it!

The heart is made up and the eyes are determined.

Where there is life, there is hope.

I can just recruit and train my subordinates later, and if that doesn’t work, I can create a few more “orphans” to raise.

Feng Yun made up his mind and moved the battlefield towards the sky.

...

Lin Fuping dealt with Feng Yun with ease, and the reason why he had been entangled with him until now was because he urgently needed combat experience after entering the realm of refining emptiness.

Feng Yun's cultivation is just at the middle stage of the Refining Void Realm, which is within the range that Lin Fuping can master but can also hone his own skills.

But does Feng Yun have no other tricks up his sleeve?

After the two fought, Lin Fuping found that Feng Yun had no new moves, so he wanted to end the fight.

Now it seemed that he intended to shift the battlefield, and his eyes swept across Le Kong who was still restraining the others.

Forget it, let’s make a quick decision!

Immediately, Lin Fuping's aura became eerie, his movements became ethereal and vague, and his sword moves became even more unpredictable.

The wind made my spine feel cold and my hair stood on end.

"Quick, explosive..."

Before he could finish his words, Feng Yun's eyes went dark, and the yin and yang energies were rapidly flowing in this small space.

A black round sphere with a diameter of fifty meters enveloped the two people.

"Sword Domain!?"

"It's a demon!"

"escape!"

The other bandits were horrified when they saw this scene and immediately tried to flee in all directions.

Liaokong sighed

"My dear donors, if you leave, I will not be able to report to you!"

Then Liaokong chanted Sanskrit, and golden runes appeared, forming chains that blocked the sand bandits' escape route.

...

Inside the black sphere, a black and white ball lurks.

"The stars are shining!"

Looking at the light appearing in the darkness, it was so gorgeous, like a vast galaxy, and it was filled with murderous intent.

Feng Yun is furious

"No, I can't die here!"

All kinds of trump cards were revealed, and Feng Yun attacked Lin Fuping.

...

Feng Yun's eyes dimmed, and not even the Nascent Soul escaped from his body.

Because there was a black and white ball on his calf, and the yin and yang energies came from it. They were injected into Feng Yun's body from its body, cutting off his way to escape.

"Well done, Huahua is awesome!"

Lin Fuping clapped his hands like a seal, looking proud.

Hua Baoji grunted and dragged Feng Yun's discolored body towards Lin Fuping.