first sect system

It is undoubtedly the most unacceptable thing to give a little hope and then make people despair.

Yan Mo shuddered, and couldn't help but stay away from Mo Yuan and Mu Kun.

Seeing Yan Mo's frightened look, Mo Yuan felt a little excited, "Mu Kun, you see that he regrets so much, do you want to help him and let him return to the human camp?"

Yan Mo made a sudden move, he shook his head and said tremblingly, "I have no regrets, I don't know human race, Brother Yuan, I'm just timid, I'm just timid."

After talking about it, Yan Mo even brought on a crying voice, without the dignity of a Nascent Soul cultivator at all.

Mu Kun frowned in disgust, Mo Yuan curled his lips boredly, and turned his gaze back to those two delicious human races.

Chu Feng and Xie Xingshi didn't know whether it was because they had taken the healing medicine or because they knew there was a rescue, and their combat effectiveness had a tendency to soar.

"Chu Feng, I think that after this battle, if I'm still alive and retreat for a few years, I will definitely be able to reunite."

Chu Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the surging vitality of Jie Xingshi, and his hand holding the sword became stronger, and he rushed towards the seemingly endless stream of demons.

"Me too."

Jie Xingshi laughed, and said jokingly, "I don't know when the rescue will arrive. Maybe we will get out of trouble later. It's funny to step into the trap again when he comes."

With a sound of "Boom", a lingering thunder light mixed with a domineering sword intent descended from midair, killing Jie Xingshi and the densely packed demon clan around Chu Feng.

"Although Yan is not as smart as Eldest Brother, nor is he as thoughtful as Ajian, but he still has a basic brain. It should be impossible for him to step into a trap."

Xie Xingshi and Chu Feng looked at the fallen demon corpses that had been scorched black by lightning, and turned their eyes to the heroic young man in purple robe who fell to the ground.

"Nine Profound Heaven Sect?"

Yan Mingyuan walked towards Jie Xingshi and the two of them. As he approached, the demon corpses that had been piled up around the two of them were thrown far away as if they were swept by a strong wind.

"Jiuxuan Tianzong, five disciples under Master's seat, Yan Mingyuan, met two fellow Taoists."

Jie Xingshi suppressed the shock in his heart, and slowly evoked a joyful smile on his blood-stained face.

"Haha! Chu Feng, you didn't lie to me! I thought you lied to me that someone would come to rescue me! Sure enough, I deserved to die. Twice, people from the Nine Profound Heavenly Sect saved me twice."

Yan Mingyuan raised his eyebrows, looked at the young man who couldn't see his face clearly because of the blood and dirt, and said with a smile, "Then you and my Jiuxuan Tianzong are related, well, let's not talk about it, I will wipe out these demons first. Let's talk about it."

Yan Mingyuan stabbed backhand, and a demon clan in the late Nascent Soul fell into a pool of blood.

Killing a late Nascent Soul demon clan is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables in Yan Mingyuan's late Jindan stage.

Xie Xingshi stared blankly, looked at Yan Mingyuan who turned to kill the remaining demons, and murmured, "This, this is a golden core cultivator?"

If all Jindan monks are like this, he is also willing to be a Jindan monk!

Chu Feng didn't know the shock in his heart. In his opinion, no matter how good a sword repairman is, he just urged him.

"Help, if you still have the strength, don't ask Fellow Daoist Yan to fight alone."

Xie Xingshi looked at another sword cultivator who rushed up, and felt like crying, so he had to stuff himself another pill to restore spiritual power, thinking silently in his heart.

After returning home, he also needs to practice swordsmanship, spiritual energy battles and so on. If it is exhausted, he will wait to die.

Yan Mingyuan was able to kill like a fish in water among the dozen or so late-stage Nascent Soul Demon Race Tianjiao who besieged him. The thunder and light were violent, and the demons couldn't avoid it, but he was still a master of swordsmanship.

Almost facing his sword, he will be involuntarily afraid of surrendering, as long as Yan Mingyuan's sword is fast enough, the demons are not enough to kill him.

It can be said that both Yan Mingyuan and Wen Renyi have inherent advantages in dealing with the demons.

Mo Yuan looked at the fallen demons one by one, and couldn't help scolding, "A bunch of useless trash."

But even though he said that, he looked at Yan Mingyuan with deep guard.

He glanced at the two human races beside him, and suddenly said, "You two go, deal with that human monk who came out later, I went to harvest the other two."

Mu Kun's face was ugly, he didn't expect Jie Xingshi to have a chance to fight back, he wondered, "Brother Yuan, this sword cultivator is so strong, look at the demons you have gathered, they are hardly his accomplices It is impossible for Yan Mo and I to defeat him."

Mo Yuan was in a bad mood when he was refuted by others. He grabbed Mu Kun's neck with a grim expression, "What did you say? Say it again."

Mu Kun was forced to raise his head, and said intermittently, "I, I was wrong, Brother Yuan, I'll go, I'll go."

Seeing his interest, Mo Yuan let go of his hand, glanced coldly at the shivering Yan Mo, and said again.

"Actually, you don't have to worry. He is good at killing demons because the thunder attribute is the nemesis of demons. You don't have this weakness. It is not easy to deal with him, a golden core monk."

Qi Rui just wanted to call 666 for Mo Yuan's operation, which really perfectly explained what it means to slap a sweet date.

Ye Bei patted Qi Rui, who was not serious, and Qi Rui immediately stopped his brain activities, and looked at his disciple's progress during this period of time.

Because Yan Mingyuan attracted the hatred of almost all the demons, there were only one or two sporadic demons surrounding Jie Xingshi and Chu Feng to prevent them from escaping. After that, another batch was added.

During the first half of the Tianjiao War, the demons had almost no wear and tear. Even the demons who refined Qi and built their foundations relied on absorbing the diffuse blood energy to advance to Jindan Nascent Soul, and then relied on Mingyan, Irene Moyuan, etc. The big tree of the devil absorbs sporadic blood energy, and almost no one is below the Nascent Soul.

That's why Xie Xingshi and Chu Feng were in a state where they couldn't finish killing no matter what they did before. In fact, there were too many demons, and now that the outer cover has shrunk, the base of demons is particularly large.

This is also why, knowing that converting to the Demon Race means becoming a vassal of the Demon Race, there are still a steady stream of monks who want to take this step.

But this kind of wheel battle is not difficult for Yan Mingyuan.

He used his sword intent to slay demons without consuming much spiritual power, and he was not injured by traps. He fought at his peak state, and these demons with unstable foundations were not enough to kill him.

Just as he was about to kill, Yan Mingyuan's eyes sharpened, and he rushed to the side like a cheetah, and then he heard the sound of "boom" and passed him by.

After landing, Yan Mingyuan quickly turned around, the heavy sword in his hand was divided into two, one heavy sword and one light sword, each holding one in his left and right hands.

He looked at the place where he was standing before, and he saw a deep pit nearly half a meter away. A hammer was in the center of the pit. The whole body of the hammer was red, and black smoke rose from the side near the ground.

"Raging Flame Star Hammer, from the Tianji Sect, this is in collusion with the Demon Race."

Yan Mingyuan just arrived, although he heard about the trap that Xingshi said, he didn't know what the trap was, but now, he understands it. "

"No wonder fellow Daoist Chu and fellow Daoist Xie get hurt so badly, I'm afraid it was you who hurt him!"

With a wave of Yan Mo's hand, the Flaming Star Hammer returned to his hand, and the burnt red hammer did not cause any damage to his hand.

Facing Yan Mingyuan's words, Yan Mo didn't say a word, he only knew that this person must die today, otherwise, if Mo Yuan didn't transform the demon body for them, he and Mu Kun would die.

The surrounding demons who had originally besieged Yan Mingyuan received Mo Yuan's order to stay away from Yan Mingyuan one by one, and surrounded Xie Xingshi and Chu Feng again.

Seeing this, Yan Mingyuan frowned lightly, stopped talking nonsense with Yan Mo, used his sword with both hands, and moved towards Yan Mo like a sharp blade.

Yan Mo was ready to fight, and he couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the Flaming Star Hammer. When Yan Mingyuan's epee fell, he wanted to raise his hand to resist.

But at that moment, he was suddenly very scared, afraid of the young man in front of him, afraid of the heavy sword in his hand, and couldn't help but let go of the hand holding the Flame Star Hammer.

It was this one that woke him up, looked at the heavy sword that was close at hand, and raised the flaming star hammer to resist while retreating extremely quickly.

He finally understood why those demons were so vulnerable to the young man that they didn't even resist. If he hadn't recovered quickly, he would have been slapped to death by the young man's sword today.

He thought that the Flaming Star Hammer would be enough to block Yan Mingyuan's attack, but he was still doing tricks with his other hand, wanting to make a sneak attack.

But soon, the spell he was playing was interrupted, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string. With a "bang", his waist collided with the tree trunk, and he stopped flying backwards.

It was just this impact that almost broke his waist, and he couldn't get up, with a painful and hideous look on his face.

Yan Mingyuan looked back, looked at the rag doll-like person on the ground and smiled.

He even dared to pick up his epee by himself. It was the arm strength he had practiced with the third senior brother. He concentrated all his strength on his arm. Even if the third senior brother was born with a strong physique or a martial artist, he couldn't bear it, let alone the others.

But he didn't use all his strength, otherwise his own arm would also work hard for a while.

Looking around, seeing that Chu Feng and the two could hold on for the time being, Yan Mingyuan was not in a hurry to rescue them.

From his body, the wind gradually rose.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the tree trunk was almost tilted at ninety degrees. Under such a strong wind, it was impossible to hide its figure.

Mu Kun secretly watched for a long time, trying to find Yan Mingyuan's weakness, but he didn't expect that the battle would end so soon, and he would be found so soon.

Looking at Zhou's upper and lower wounds cut by Li Feng, Mu Kun had to admit that this person is very strong.

"Give me a way out, I'll leave immediately, I won't cause trouble for you, Jie Xingshi and the others probably can't hold it anymore, otherwise, even if I can't beat you, it won't be difficult to drag them both to death."

Mu Kun's tone is very calm, and what he said is shameless, but sometimes, such shameless people live longer.

While listening to the whole process of Jie Xingshi, while resisting Mo Yuan's attack, he shouted loudly.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, don't worry about us, we can hold on, we can't let him go, he can collude with the demons to lure us into the bait today, and he will lure other people later, so we can't let the tiger go back to the mountain."

Yan Mingyuan frowned, looked at Chu Feng and the two who were getting worse, and then looked at Mu Kun in front of him.

This person was stronger than the previous one, and he had to admit that it was basically impossible for him to seriously injure or kill this person in a short time.

Struggling flashed in his eyes, Yan Mingyuan resolutely turned around and ran towards the battlefield between Chu Feng and the two of them.

Compared to killing a dispensable person, it is definitely more important to save two top talents of the human race.