Cannon fodder's counterattack

Well!

Jingwei was hit unpreparedly, couldn't help but let out a low cry, and subconsciously took a step back.

Although Yuan Yihuan has lost her spiritual power, she is a god-forming monk after all, and her physical strength cannot be underestimated, not to mention the blow she used with all her strength.

Although it didn't hurt Jingwei, it still made her dazed for a few breaths.

And what Yuan Yihuan wants is this little time!

She stretched out her hand to grab it, and the sword formation in front of her instantly dissipated, revealing the Fusheng Sword inside. Then she swung the long sword and automatically flew to her palm.

She quickly took out a few explosive charms from the storage ring and casually attached them to the hilt of the sword.

In an instant, the Fusheng Sword lit up with a dazzling golden light.

Yuan Yihuan swung his backhand, and the tip of the sword went straight towards Jingwei's arm and chopped it off.

laugh--

The sharp sword light opened an inch-deep gash in the black clothes, with the bones visible. Warm blood spurted out, dyeing the sleeves of the two men red.

"Ha, little girl, don't forget, this is not my body." Jingwei sneered, not looking at the bleeding arm. She still held Yuan Yihuan tightly with her right hand. When she turned her left hand, five black balls came into view. .

She looked at Shi Yuyao and Yu Tianze, who were already ten feet away, and showed a gentle smile, "Since you are looking for death, then I will help you!"

Yuan Yihuan noticed the huge power in the black ball and immediately shouted to the two people below: "Be careful, get out of the way!"

The dark ball flew away quickly and exploded with a "bang" in the air. Fierce tongues of fire poured out, spreading a sea of ​​scorching light all over the sky.

This flame is extremely powerful.

As far as the eye can see, wherever the fire light reaches, the space is temporarily distorted, and everything around it is swallowed up instantly, leaving no trace of breath.

Yuan Yihuan looked at the two figures that collided with the flames in horror, and suddenly became angry. He used the force of his left hand to pull Jingwei's arm, and slashed hard at her Dantian with the sword in his right hand.

boom!

A scimitar was inserted diagonally, blocking the Fusheng Sword.

Seeing this, Yuan Yihuan sneered.

The Fusheng Sword is no ordinary spiritual weapon!

She raised her arms and the sword hilt came out immediately.

At the same time, the sword body lit up with a dark aura. As the aura flickered, the three-foot green peak bent out of thin air. It missed the blade that was blocking it and went straight towards Jingwei's neck.

In an instant, blood sputtered!

Fusheng Sword, with the cooperation of Yuan Yihuan and Sword Spirit Han Ziqi, forcibly opened a scarlet gash on Jingwei's neck.

Jingwei screamed, and her hand holding Yuan Yihuan suddenly tightened.

Yuan Yihuan felt something bad, and then she noticed a coldness quickly spreading from her dantian, and a biting pain hit her heart.

"Well……"

She groaned loudly, and a few strands of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Next to him, Han Ziqi, who was using his soul power to control the Fusheng Sword against Chen Ju's Scimitar, caught a glimpse of this scene. He quickly withdrew his sword, turned the sword and struck at Jingwei, trying to help Yuan Yihuan resist for a few breaths.

but--

Before the sword tip came close to Jingwei, he saw a golden light coming from the sky and quickly wrapped around the Fusheng Sword.

This breath is...

Han Lu!

Han Ziqi was overjoyed and couldn't help cursing: "This turtle grandson woke up in time!"

He let go of his mind, slowly gathered his soul power, and disappeared into the sword again.

I'm tired. I'm tired. Go back and take a nap!

And with the blessing of spiritual power, the Fusheng Sword suddenly flashed with golden light, and the sharp sword energy surged, forming a force and rushing towards Jingwei.

Seeing this, Chen Ju's expression changed, the scimitar in his hand trembled, and he was about to meet the speeding sword light.

Of course—

As soon as he took a step, several hurricanes suddenly rolled up under his feet and turned into thick blue iron chains, binding him tightly.

Immediately afterwards, three blue-purple rockets came through the sky.

The rocket was getting closer and closer, and within a few breaths, it was in front of Chen Ju.

He struggled desperately, frantically urging the demonic energy in his body to hit the hurricane chains that bound his limbs.

The iron chain made a "clattering" sound as it was hit, and violent auras continued to explode.

Slowly, the spiritual light gradually dimmed, and the solid hurricane iron chain became illusory. With a roar, the green light dissipated and the iron chain broke.

Chen Ju smiled in surprise and was about to fly away, but the next moment——

laugh!

The sound of an arrow entering flesh and blood was heard. He raised his eyes slightly and saw the blue-purple fire that had not dissipated in front of his forehead.

Three arrows, arrows seal the fatal hole!

Chen Ju spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, held back the severe pain all over his body, and used his last bit of strength to pinch out a spell.

The physical body fell, and the illusory shadow broke out of the body and fled outwards quickly.

But as soon as he reached the end of the stone wall, a dark light suddenly rushed towards him, swallowing up his incomplete soul consciousness in an instant.

The moment Chen Ju completely dissipated, what he saw was Yu Chengyuan's cold face.

His eyes were puzzled, and he didn't understand why the young master who had been loyal to him all his life, even willing to destroy his own brother for him, would give him the most desperate blow.

However, no one would answer him.

Yuan Yihuan looked at the disappearing shadow with cold eyes and said coldly: "Kill people and silence them. You are really a very careful calculationr."

Chen Ju is dead and Chen Fang is deposed.

Yu Chengyuan's two major subordinates died. From now on, as long as Jingwei conceals her identity, no one will doubt her identity.

But... only if she can escape!

Jingwei swatted away the incoming sword shadow with a few palms, and sneered: "Each, each other!"

After saying that, she looked at Han Lu, who had finally digested the spirit demon's energy and was standing in front of him, his aura greatly changed. After a few glances, she smiled suddenly.

Although Han Lu's appearance has not changed at this time, he may have just absorbed the demonic energy and his aura has not yet been completely controlled. Therefore, he is obviously much gloomier now than before.

But his clear eyes were still clear and straight, indicating that he had not become different due to the invasion of demonic energy.

Yuan Yihuan met his serious gaze, smiled, and breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

Jingwei said meaningfully: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect that Jun Heng, who is upright and upright and a leader in the righteous path, would have an additional demon cultivator disciple. What do you think, if Jun Heng knew that his most beloved disciple fell into the demon path, would he? Will you be expelled from the school?"

Han Lu ignored her strange instigation and looked at Yuan Yihuan with raised eyebrows. When he realized that she didn't have any spiritual power, his eyes suddenly darkened.

"How is my relationship with Master? It's not your turn to be here croaking like a crow." He said disdainfully: "On the other hand, the famous Jingwei Taoist Lord has turned into a monster who is neither male nor female. Tell it. I don’t know how many people’s eyes will be shocked.”

After the words fell, Jingwei, who was already resistant to this matter, became even more upset.

Yuan Yihuan felt the force of contraction in his wrist again, and immediately let go of his tightly clenched left hand.

The next moment, the ultimate coldness spread from the place where the two people held hands.

Yin fire rages like ice.

In the blink of an eye, their arms were covered with a layer of white frost.