The system asked me, a weak woman, to challenge a saint

Hearing the sound outside the cave, He Zhenren couldn't help but hold the sword in her hand with all her strength. Although she knew that Chen Subaru and Liu'er were nearby, her heart was full of uneasiness.

She believed that Chen Subaru could use the magic weapon that strongly restrained the ghost monks to escape completely, but if Qing Ling and Shouxin died in front of her, her Taoist heart would also be covered with thick mist in this misty valley, lingering. Don't go.

"There is no leader." Qing Ling's voice was like a breeze in the cold night, breaking the thick silence, "But there are three guards at the Ghost Gate in the Core Formation Realm and 27 in the Condensation Realm."

Upon hearing this amount, He Zhenren's blood stagnated for an instant. Then, her pupils shrank and her heart beat like an exciting drum.

She originally hoped that the guards at the Ghost Gate would only let the nearest team come after the test just now, but the initiative was not in her hands. It was already very good news that the leader did not come.

Next to him, Shouxin was twisting the beads silently, with a faint light flashing on his fingertips. The defensive array he set up has just been activated at this time, and Master He is still injured. Qingling's skills are not suitable for fighting with the guards of the ghost gate, but are more suitable for taking over from him to preside over the array. The rest of the battle will be all on him. On one person.

Facing the coming mountains of swords and seas of fire, He Zhenren, Qing Ling, and Shouxin had a deep cold war in their hearts. They know that what is coming is likely to be the most difficult battle of their lives.

Master He took a deep breath and mobilized the spiritual power in his body with all his strength. The tip of the sword instantly lit up with a brilliant light. She clearly knew the extent of her injuries, but she had to eliminate all fear. Even if there was only a breath of dignity left in the end, she must move forward bravely and never shrink back.

Feeling the aura of the ghost gate guard who had lost his patience and was about to enter the cave, Shouxin's brows jumped. He caught a glimpse of Master He's unyielding expression. He took a deep breath, raised his spirits, and began to read the formation silently in his heart. He knew that facing such an opponent, even with bare hands, he could not flinch at all. No matter how difficult this battle was, he had to grit his teeth and persevere.

At this time, Qing Ling closed her eyes and fully mobilized the mental power in her body to prepare to take over Shou Xin's formation at any time. Qing Ling's healing skills are her unique skill. Facing the attack of the ghost gate guards, her effect is very limited. After Shouxin hands over the formation to her, how long she can support the formation is how long the people here can survive. The only guarantee.

Seeing the figures of the ghost gate guards gradually enlarging in the darkness, He Zhenren, Qing Ling, and Shouxin had no fear on their faces, and their eyes were firm.

"Come on, Ghost Gate Guards." Shouxin whispered.

As if in response to his words, a chilling air came into the darkness. Then, the figure of the ghost gate guard appeared in the darkness like a demon, shrouded in a terrifying shadow.

The war broke out immediately, and the situation was turbulent.

The magic power of Shouxin was instigated, and the beads in his hand instantly shot out to the surroundings. As the beads were embedded into the cave wall, the activation of the defensive formation finally ended. Shou Xin's fat body blocked Qing Ling's front. Facing the ghost gate guards who were about to kill him, a strong murderous intention suddenly burst out in his body.

Qing Ling behind her saw this scene and knew that Shouxin had let go of the control of the formation. Her fingers continued to draw mysterious runes in the air, and mysterious light circulated around her.

After Qing Ling took over the formation, mysterious light veins echoed in the cave. Both Master He and Shouxin felt as if their bodies were covered with an extremely strong spiritual shield, building a solid defense line for them.

The first group to rush into the cave were a dozen or so Ghost Gate guards from the Concentration Realm. They rushed in like boulders, and their attack was as fast as lightning.

There was a cold light in He Zhenren's eyes. She endured the pain in her body and mobilized the spiritual power in her body. The snow-melting sword borrowed from Qingling in her right hand instantly released a dazzling sword light, as if to cut through the darkness, and the people in the cave were The gloominess was instantly washed away by the light of the sword.

The twisted sword shadows danced wildly in the darkness. He Zhenren burst out with the strength of a great swordsman. At this time, he seemed to have brought his sword skills to the extreme. The first guard of the ghost gate who rushed up was caught off guard and was cut back by a sword. Behind him, The two ghost gate guards also felt the threat of the powerful sword intent. They took the sword with their tyrannical bodies and took the initiative to retreat.

However, the Melting Snow Sword is not Master He’s magic weapon after all, and the operation of spiritual power is not perfectly matched. Moreover, the Ghost Gate guards also changed their tactics after a short adjustment. Several Ghost Gate guards relied on their physical bodies and strong recovery capabilities to continuously attack alternately. , He Zhenren's swordsmanship was greatly restricted in the small cave. Although she showed the level of swordsmanship of a great swordsman, she was also faced with a dozen ghost gate guards who cooperated seamlessly and attacked alternately. At a loss what to do.

It was difficult for two fists to beat four hands, not to mention there were more than ten people on the opposite side, so the Dutch man's offensive gradually turned into a defensive one. A ghost gate guard seized an opening and suddenly attacked from the side. Qingling quickly mobilized the power of the formation to block it. Fortunately, Master He was not injured again.

The guards at the Ghost Gate seemed to have fun. They saw that Master He's weapon was weak and he was injured, so they attacked slowly and unhurriedly. Suddenly a cold light flashed and hit the left side of He Zhenren's chest. He Zhenren used the shield of the sword to move her feet a few steps to the right and barely avoided the fatal blow. However, a large piece of clothing on her left shoulder was taken away, and at the same time, her fair shoulder remained. Three claw marks opened the flesh.

Under a mask without any emotion, a guard of the ghost gate in the Danjie Realm looked at Zhenren He with cold eyes and said: "We've finished the appetizers, now let's serve the main meal!"

Master He was not affected by the pain on her shoulder at all. She smiled slightly, mobilized all her spiritual power, and wanted to fight the ghost gate guards happily. At the same time, Qing Ling's healing technique was also used on Master He, and the horrific scratches were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this time, Shouxin, who had been adjusting his state, finally condensed his unique anger. His fat body now looked powerful, and the blessing of the secret technique greatly increased his strength instantly.

Shouxin stepped forward, patted the right shoulder of Master Aohe with his hand, looked coldly at the grinning ghost gate guards with his abyss-like eyes, and said in a low voice: "Don't touch her."

Following Shou Xin's words, a breath as deep as ink filled the cave, as if the entire cave had been plunged into a freezing coldness.

In the blink of an eye, the space in the cave seemed to be distorted, and the surrounding air solidified instantly, making it impossible for even dust to move. At this time, Shouxin seemed to be the only existence in the cave, and a violent aura surrounded him, forming an unspeakable terrifying aura.

Shouxin shouted loudly, and the Yin Qi on his body instantly rose like a black dragon. A pair of demon eyes were filled with murderous intent. A cold palm force instantly condensed into a dark spear, with an unavoidable momentum, and it pierced towards The ghost gate guard who sneaked up on Mr. He.

The pupils of the guard of the Ghost Gate in the Core Formation Realm suddenly shrank, and he raised his hands and claws with no expression on his face. That majestic spear, condensed with black waves of murderous intent, did not break the claw sheath on his hand. But that huge force, like a mountain collapsing, caused his figure to fly backwards instantly.