The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the hour of the middle is coming.

On Poyang Lake, Xiao Yiyu and Qingfeng and others stood in the air. The time for spiritual weapons to be born was about to come. Nearly 200 other cultivators surrounded this area, and from time to time, people drove flying swords to shuttle and patrol within a radius of thirty miles. Although they believed that the strength here was very strong, the power of the Wumen and other countries should not be underestimated. No spiritual weapons were born in nearly three hundred years, so these cultivators took this matter very important. A more important issue, if the spiritual weapons were taken away under the noses of everyone, the face of the righteous cultivation of the Central Plains would be lost.

Quiet, everything is so quiet. It only took a long time to have a breath of a cultivation breathing with a slightly lower level of cultivation. The insects, birds and beasts seemed to feel the atmosphere at this time, disappearing without a shadow. The moon rose little by little, and the excitement of the cultivators was also rising little by little. Although the cultivators present were all elites in the sect, how many people had seen spiritual weapons?

At this time, a patrol cultivator flew over, stopped in front of Xiao Yiyu and others, bent down slightly, and said to Wei Feng: "Master, I found a team of people outside, and the one who was carrying the right one seemed to be Junior Sister Ding."

Wei Feng frowned: "Ding Xue? This little girl is causing trouble... Forget it, Quansheng, go and bring them in. What kind of supernatural group is that team of people."

"Yes!" Quan Sheng responded and flew away with his sword.

"Ding Xue?" Xiao Yi was a little familiar with the name.

After a moment, the cultivator named Quansheng led a group of people to "quickly" over. Of course, this speed was just a normal person. The leader was a woman. I think it was a woman named Ding Xue. Xiao Yi was full of eyesight and looked at her and remembered that it was the first cultivator he met at night when he was in school.

The team was nearly twenty, most of them were around 20 or thirty years old. Although these people were surrounded by spiritual energy, Xiao Yi was still sure that none of them were cultivators. Those people came to the lakeside, a man in his 20s dressed in casual clothes and said in surprise: "Wow, there are so many people!" He looked around him again and sighed: "Are we here too few?"

A cold voice sounded: "What's the use of too many people? It depends on ability."

The casual dressed man pursed his lips: "I know, I know, you are the best. Why can't you even beat my eldest sister? Yes, eldest sister!"

"you……!"

Ding Xue turned around and said, "Okay, Kaibao, Junying, don't argue anymore! You stay here first, I'll go see my master." After that, he flew away with a sword.

The man named Kaibao enviously: "It would be great if I could also play the sword. That would be so cool. It wouldn't be so hard to pick up my sister."

Junying turned her head disdainfully.

Kai Bao suddenly screamed again: "Wow! Look, look, there are so many people flying on the sword. And, and, then... those people are just floating in the air out of thin air!"

Junying looked along Kaibao's finger and his expression changed slightly. What they saw was Xiao Yi and others.

Ding Xue came to Wei Feng with a flying sword. She was about to speak, but she was interrupted by a scream.

"Junior Brother Wu! Junior Brother Wu! What's wrong with you... What's going on?! This..." The voice suddenly interrupted, and a faint blood color appeared on his throat.

At the same time, the same thing happened in many places. Obviously, an undercurrent had unknowingly invaded this circle. It was obvious that such cultivators died without resistance. It was obvious that they were not ordinary people. At this time, the cultivators all took out their protective magic weapons and unfolded their defensive shields!

Qingyang and others also discovered the unusual facts and shouted loudly: "Be careful!" At the same time, they launched a divine search. Feng Yu checked that those disciples who had the accident were all in the fusion period, and their souls were not achieved, and they all roared with one knife, and their vitality was destroyed early.

Suddenly, it became quieter, and the undercurrent stopped moving, and no one could find it after searching.

One quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour. Suddenly, a spiritual practitioner in the Lingji period felt that the true energy of the protective body began to fluctuate, and a cold murderous aura emerged from there. He used his true energy and slapped it with his palm, and shouted loudly: "Here..." Before he finished speaking, he felt a sharp sword energy cut through the defense, and passed through the palm and cut his throat. However, his palm was also firmly printed on the man, and it looked like a "bang"

A black shadow emerged from the air, and after a mouthful of blood was sprayed out, he fell to the ground in a suffocation, dying! But he saw that he was wearing black clothes and only two eyes were exposed on his head, clearly dressed in a ninja.

"Yu Huan! Yu Huan!" A cultivator next to him hugged the lower level of cultivation, and the healing magic tricks in his hands were continuously used, but there was no response.

Ouyang Yunfei, Qingyang and Wei Feng nodded to the others, and flew to the man in black. Xiao Yi followed him. Standing beside him, Wei Feng said, "It's an Eastern Ninja!" Ouyang Feiyun nodded and said, "Yes, it's them, exactly the same as when they met two hundred years ago." Qingyang also nodded and shouted: "Dear disciples, three people, be careful, and the people who come are proficient in the Five Elements Escape Technique."

Feng Yu Yuanshen explored Yu Huan for a moment, shook his head. The cultivator who hugged the dead looked at Ouyang Yunfei and cried, "Master, you want to save Junior Brother Yu!"

Ouyang Yunfei shook his head helplessly. The cultivator is not an immortal, nor a god. There is no way to face Yu Huan, whose vitality has been destroyed.

Looking at the dead cultivator, Xiao Yiyu's heart trembled a little. Life is so fragile, even cultivator is no exception. Although it was not the first time Xiao Yiyu saw a dead person, he had so many thoughts at this time. Survival comes from strength. Only by standing at the top can he control his own destiny. Just like the previous battle with Qingfeng, if it weren't for the sudden realization and the "Silver Ball" rescue, maybe he would have lie quietly on the ground. Some people were sad when they died, and some people were holding corpses, and what about themselves? At this time, Xiao Yiyu thought about Fang Feng again, Li Xiaoling, and those friends. Three years have passed, maybe they have forgotten me! Xiao Yi thought helplessly.

Just thinking about it, Xiao Yi suddenly felt a palpitation, as if something was about to happen. A cold breath rose next to him, and the breath was so obscure that he would ignore it if he was accidentally ignored, so that Qingyang and others did not feel it. If it weren't for the natural reaction of the body to danger, Xiao Yi wouldn't have suddenly become alert.

Xiao Yi was not moving. He could feel that the breath was locked in him. If he didn't prepare and acted in a hurry, he might suffer a great loss. Besides, let alone let him run away, it would be almost impossible to find. Feeling the breath approaching little by little, the true energy in Xiao Yi's body was running faster and faster. Every time he raised his breath, he would look at the true energy gathered in his palm. But it seemed that Xiao Yi was still so calm outside.

The aura was only one meter away from him, and a trace of murderous aura emerged from it. Xiao Yi knew that it was time to move. He lifted his palm and came out, as fast as lightning. Zhenyuan roared out of his palm with the sound of wind and thunder. Sand and stones flew everywhere. The ninja knew that something was wrong from Xiao Yi's movement. He didn't care about invisibility, revealing his black figure, and retreated wildly. But there was still a hurry. Zhenyuan was not hindered at all, and passed by his chest and bang~~! A large pit of two meters in diameter was formed not far away. The ninja didn't even make a sound and fell to the ground.

Qingfeng and others also noticed that Xiao Yi suddenly came out of his palm. When he saw the ninja lying on the ground, he surrounded him and then made a quick look: "Die!"

Xiao Yi looked at the ninja he killed, and suddenly Xiao Yi found that he was calm and there was no panic about killing for the first time (that blood clan is not counted, he was self-inflicted).

"It's Tianren! It's actually Tianren!" A sudden voice exclaimed. However, it was Kaibao brought by Ding Xue to come here at some point.

"Tianren? What is Tianren? "How do you know that he is Tianren!" Ouyang Yunfei asked.
Chapter completed!