My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Xu Shen only felt that Xia Qi's anger came out of nowhere, but he was not interested in delving into it.

Enough gossip, it's time to clean up the mess in Xiaoshan.

From Xu Shen's point of view, even if Xia Qi got the inheritance of Xiaoyaoyou, he has only practiced for a few years?Just a slightly smarter junior, how high can he jump?

He has both awe and hatred for Xiaoyaoyou, and he is very familiar with it. Xia Qi's current moves can be predicted and known in his eyes, and it is naturally easy to deal with them——

For example, when Xia Qi comes with a horizontal sword, his wrist sinks, and the edge of the sword raises a sharp arc slightly, he knows that it is the third form of floating light in the first layer to go to the sky. At this time, he only needs to block the sword in advance...

Pounced empty.

The free-spirited smile on Xu Shen's lips froze, and he saw that the floating light turned halfway and produced a cold sword flower, which smoothly and quickly took over the first layer of the second-style Xialiu. His face.

Xu Shen dodged calmly, feeling a little surprised.After all, Xia Qi is somewhat clever.

The two made several more moves, and Xia Qi's sword edge used the floating light at the same angle. Xu Shen knew what he would undertake, so the movement was not unpleasant, so he leaned back in advance to avoid it, and at the same time made the Qi beast pounce on Xia Qi's body. neck.

Unexpectedly, Xia Qi did not take over Xialiu this time, and directly changed the sword posture at the end of the floating light sword move. The sword edge was mentioned in vain, and the falling stars were like rain. There were quite a few, and they rushed towards Xu Shen again.

It was a change of trick!

Xu Shen finally realized that the newly succeeded Demon Hunter Sect Master in front of him was not as simple as expected.

He is very familiar with every move of Xiaoyaoyou, but Xia Qi actually understands every move and every style thoroughly.

Xiaoyaoyou's complete three-level sword art complements each other, and the on-the-spot moves and changes are flexible and changeable.

This is not a one-on-one presentation of Getaway, but every move comes from Getaway.

Like the wind of flying, and like Peng Cheng Kun's tour, it is free and flexible, covering everything.Dazzling and unprepared.

This level needs to be constantly free from the boundary of life and death, and it can be tempered without losing a hundred battles.

The carelessness on Xu Shen's face slowly disappeared.

Lianguang and Xiaoyaoyou became exquisite in Xia Qi's hands, and gradually reminded him of all the bad memories related to it.

He suddenly realized that even though he had been chasing the witcher for hundreds of years, he had never stepped out of Bian Qiuguang's shadow.

Even the other party's apprentice is so annoying, obviously scarred, but still refuses to give up, with the same madness of not caring.

He even noticed that Xia Qi's cultivation was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, which was due to the power of the sect master's shadow ring inheritance—how could Xia Qi merge so quickly in such a short period of time without any repulsion?

Xu Shen relied on the strong demonic flames of the Qi beast and Xia Qi to restrain him. His golden core was broken, and even if it was filled with demonic energy, it still didn't fully match, and his cultivation could not return to the past. He just wanted to quickly return to Nanfeng to recuperate after finishing.

Unexpectedly, Xia Qi's endless fights made him have no room to escape, and even caused a lot of demonic energy to collapse.

He couldn't kill Xia Qi for a while, but even though his eyes were red with anger, the other party couldn't get close to him.

Xu Shen didn't want to continue the stalemate, after all, there was a better way to kill Xia Qi.

He ordered the Qi beast who was fighting with Xia Qi to suddenly strike violently, stopped Xia Qi, and then slowly withdrew his sword: "Even if someone breaks the source of this magic circle, the aura collected in Xiaoshan last night is enough."

He jumped up suddenly, and the beast wolf shadow roared and landed at his feet, suddenly carrying him to the sky above the barrier.

Xia Qi's solemn and cold expression did not fade, he chased after a few steps, but suddenly, the large formation covering the Xiaoshan garrison issued a buzzing sound of rapid rotation, and blood-red runes flowed on the originally transparent barrier wall.

Immediately, half of the disciples fell to the ground in pain on the city wall, and looking at the Xiaoshan garrison, half of the demon hunters were in trouble one after another, and they were all demon cultivators.

He clenched the hilt of his sword in vain—

It's a soul refining technique!

Qing Yan flitted past in the boundless darkness, wrapped in sharp and sharp sword energy.

He followed the traces of the weak aura flow, and the monster souls around him were refined into demons in this formation. The farther he walked, the more monsters and monsters were attracted by the only light source in the dark night, violently. Competing to devour.

But Zaichuan's sword energy made the group of demons fearful, and they were crushed and killed if they got close.

Over time, the group of demons backed away and did not dare to go forward.

The teleportation array containing the soul-refining technique is irreversible for spirit beasts and demon cultivators, but the impact on monks will at most be eroded by demonic energy, intercepted by demonic beasts, and even lost in the void.

And Qing Yan's cultivation base is not low, and he has a long history of research on magic circles, so he naturally has the courage to make a breakthrough.

However, for some reason, the negative impact of the teleportation circle exceeded his expectations.

Xu Shi was sobbed and howled in pain by the soul-refined animal souls all over his body, which made him unreasonably and rarely upset.

He walked forward in the chaotic darkness for a while, and the boredom in his chest was getting deeper and deeper. Just as he frowned and tried to stabilize the altar, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and saw those scenes again——

The sea and sky are boundless and dark, without the light of the sky.

The sea water turned up huge black waves, turbulently hitting the blood-soaked reef, rushing out blood-colored fine foam.

His eyes faltered, as if he was staggering forward, the sword on one side was hanging on the ground, dragging scratches that blurred the bloodstains along the way.

As far as the eyes can see, there are mountains of corpses of spirit beasts and monsters, with a bloody sea winding in the wind.

He sensed that there was a strong killing intent behind him, so he raised his sword and looked back——

Qing Yan entered the illusion for a few breaths, and was forced to break through the barrier immediately by the almost real killing intent in the illusion.

He opened his eyes suddenly, the darkness in the teleportation array was still there, thousands of refined beast souls were weeping and whispering in his ears, and the voices falling into his ears gradually became clear.

All monks know that the illusions and whispers in the middle of the treacherous realm cannot be pursued deeply.

Normally, he would ignore it, maybe it was the illusion that disturbed his mind and made him involuntarily concentrate on listening.

Those whispers were whispered but couldn't make a sentence. They were sobbing and desolate, lingering into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, like strange tunes, and lingering like old dreams, suffocating and dazed for no reason.

Then a strange depression surged out of the Lingtai, and the spirit suddenly trembled slightly, showing signs of being pulled out of the physical body.

Qing Yan's pupils shrank suddenly.

Xu Shen was riding a wolf shadow, hanging over the top of the garrison formation.

It is to wait for the soul-refining magic circle to demonize all the demon cultivators within the Xiaoshan resident range, so that the same sect can kill each other and weaken each other.

At that time, Xiaoshan will be gradually destroyed without any effort, and Xia Qi, who is an eyesore, does not need him to do it himself.

Xia Qi really didn't expect that the majestic Pavilion Master of Shifang Pavilion didn't even have the courage and courage to face the enemy.

Looking at it this way, Liu Shi's arrogance and cowardice did not come from unknown sources, but Liu Shi would fight hard at the end of the road, Xu Shen is really not as good.

In fact, he had long been unable to support himself. The grief and fighting made him temporarily forget the scars all over his body and the severe pain in his meridians, but his body began to feel cold and weak, which was a sign of unsustainability.

I wanted to catch up with Xu Shen while still able to lift the sword, but the disciples of the demon cultivators fell down one after another, and their souls were instantly refined into demons, turning into enemies facing each other with swords and swords.

This matter was obviously more urgent, so Xia Qi had no choice but to grit his teeth and change directions, saving the demon cultivators whose souls had been attacked along the way, and then Shadow Ring summoned the demon cultivators to enter the hall to avoid the magic circle.

When the resettlement was about to be completed, the Shadow Ring sent another message, and the disciples of the Shifang Pavilion came across the rift valley to support, and the pressure on the rift valley defense line increased.

The number of monster hunters has been reduced by half, so there are naturally not enough manpower, and even if most of the Shifang Pavilion is destroyed by Bian Qiuguang, the previous attack on Xiaoshan was all based on monsters. Advantage.

Xia Qi had no choice but to go to the Rift Valley to come back for help.

At the edge of the rift valley on the edge of the garrison, the disciples of the Shifang Pavilion who control the demonized deed beasts swarmed, and they were about to invade the garrison aggressively.

Lianguang joined the chaos, sweeping out a piercing sword light.

Xia Qi noticed that most of the disciples of Shifang Pavilion had absorbed the magic energy and turned into half-demon and half-human.

The person behind the scenes is really powerful. Before, he only knew that monks who were eroded by the devil energy would be a dead end. Now, he didn't know what method he had used to let the monks actively merge with the devil energy, and his cultivation base would skyrocket.

Xia Qi's joining instantly turned the situation around.

On the Rift Valley line of defense, there was a surge of magical aura for a while, beast shadows roared, and swords and swords continued.

Xia Qi was in a trance of excessive consumption again before his eyes, he bit the tip of his tongue hurriedly, forcing the tiredness out of the altar.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a mass of teeth and claws, and after a dazed look, it turned out that Zhou Lin had sprung out again.

He found Fu Wan in the Shadow Ring, completely forgetting the cherished parting with Fu Wan just now, and shouted, "Why did Zhou Lin escape?"

Fu Wan was also very busy there, and said impatiently: "Busy cleaning up the monsters in the family area, how can I control him! With his hands like this, he can't stop anywhere!"

Just as Xia Qi was about to say something, Zhou Lin's tough vines shot out—sweeping a thousand Shifang Pavilion disciples into the abyss.

Xia Qi: "..."

Knowing that Zhou Lin's betrayal of Xiaoshan was not out of intention, Xia Qi didn't want to care about him anymore, but Xia Qi suddenly noticed that Zhou Lin was clutching a spell in his hand.

Hesitating in his heart, he took a few more glances, and suddenly realized what it was, and immediately dodged towards Zhou Lin——

And Zhou Lin just moved at this moment.

Supported by vines all over his body, he leaped towards a huge cloud of devilish energy in the center of the rift valley, with a reckless and resolute posture.

It was too late to stop, Xia Qi hurriedly wrapped his sword light around the vines, knocked Zhou Lin away, and he suddenly rolled towards the edge of the rift.

Xia Qi immediately slid down the mountain wall with a short body, pierced into the mountain wall with a glimmer of light, slowed down the falling speed, and chopped out a path of Martian rubble.

When Zhou Lin was about to fall into the abyss, Xia Qi hooked his feet on the vines on the steep slope and hung Zhou Lin's body on the cliff.

Surprised by the sudden beating, Zhou Lin raised his head, and when he saw Xia Qi, his eyes turned red with anger, and he stared fixedly at him.

Xia Qi endured a burst of sharp meridian pain before he had the strength to look at Zhou Lin who was screaming and struggling.

The man's wounds were covered in blood, and he used a cruel method to regain control of his body, even the vines.And the jade and stone burning spell in his hand, which sacrificed his own cultivation, wanted to sacrifice himself to blow up the devilish energy of the Rift Valley.

Xia Qi was in a state of desperation and was extremely exhausted. He had only been the head of the sect for a day, and he was so worried that he almost lost his life.When Bian Qiuguang woke up later, he had to pack up the broken ring and this troublesome boy and throw it back to Bian Qiuguang.

He stretched out his hand to the group of vines, with a serious expression, and said in a deep voice, "Come here, Zhou Lin, take one step forward, and no one can pull you back."

Zhou Lin's movements stopped suddenly, he raised his eyes to look at Xia Qi in disbelief, panicked sadness flashed across his bluish mottled face.

However, seeing himself in Xia Qi's eyes as a monster, he smiled sadly and stiffly.

He hated Bian Qiuguang, and he also hated Xia Qi.

The more lively and kind they are, the more sensitive and jealous they appear to be muddy.

But only in the past few years in Xiaoshan, he didn't have to kneel and beg for survival, and he even lived a human life.

It's just that fate didn't give him a chance, let him sink into the deepest mud, maybe he was very different from these people.

From the mud, or back to the mud.But before going back, he had to take something with him, but Xia Qi stopped him.

Zhou Lin resolutely tore open the vine without warning, fell into the abyss, and never looked at Xia Qi again.

As he kept falling, he closed his eyes and thought, would Xia Qi show a disappointed expression...

However, in the next breath, the front of his clothes was suddenly firmly grasped by someone, forcibly stopping the fall, and his back was then thrown heavily on the mountain wall.

He was in so much pain that before he had time to snort, there was a sound of gasping from the side, which was Xia Qi's vague and bloody voice from the pain.

"I'll come back when I tell you to. I'm still alive, and it's not my turn for other witchers to die."

Zhou Lin raised his head suddenly, all expressions collapsed on his face.

Xia Qi caught someone, and immediately led Zhou Lin to jump up the mountain wall. On the way, he spared his hands to tear up the talisman and threw it away.

Zhou Lin fell down and sat on the ground, his eyes were still on Xia Qi, he was in a trance, and he murmured, "Why did you save me...why did you believe me?"

Even the senior brother who has always taken good care of him, sometimes guards against him.

Xia Qi's gaze fell on the defense line at the edge of the rift valley, and Qianbi and Silver figures appeared there, and surrounded the Shifang Pavilion with the demon hunters from the outside - it was the reinforcements of Chang Yao and Cang Li who had arrived.

He heaved a sigh of relief, looked at Zhou Lin, sighed, and answered seriously: "I believe in the promise made by the demon hunter to Xiaoshan, and I also believe that Master has never misjudged anyone."

Bian Qiuguang did not misread any demon hunters, including himself.This time, Xia Qi didn't want Bian Qiuguang to misunderstand.

Zhou Lin opened his eyes wide suddenly, tears kept falling from his eye sockets, and slowly buried his face in his palms.

Xia Qi pinched the back of his head angrily: "Go to the main hall and wait there, and patch up my windows when it's over."

Xia Qi raised his eyes to look at the dark red figure at the top of the magic circle, and with a flicker of light, he flew up.

Seeing that he came here without fear of death, Xu Shen raised his eyebrows in annoyance, so he ordered the beast shadow to rush over——

However, in the next breath, there was a loud explosion in the distance, and the entire barrier trembled.

Everyone in the Xiaoshan resident looked in horror, only to see a dark blue figure holding a sharp and sharp sword, and another sword slashed at the powerfully running soul refining circle.

In the chaotic and hazy sky, that person seemed to have a clear and dazzling light, and every single person and sword had the potential to stir up the world.

Xu Shen's face became extremely ugly.

Everyone who opposed Shifang Pavilion breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Xia Qi frowned, his face paler.

In the days and nights since Xiaoshan's accident, he has experienced anger, anxiety, sadness and pain, but he has never been afraid.

At this time, he was so afraid that the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly emptied, and the hand holding the sword kept tightening until the joints turned white, and he trembled uncontrollably.

How could Qingyan appear here overnight...

What happened in Longzhou, and what method did he use to get here? If the method of traveling thousands of miles was simple, he would have used it long ago...

How can you fight against a powerful barrier with bare hands...

Is Qing Yan injured...

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There is only one more chapter to finish, and the Taoist couple can post it~