The hall was quiet and I could only hear the sound of bottles and jars colliding from the medicine ointment made by Kuang Zhu.

Mo Tiange and Ye Jingwen stood in front of Zhan Bai and looked at the monks of the Ancient Sword Sect opposite. Both of them looked very calm, but it was this kind of calm that made them unable to calm down.

Wan Hongan had seen two methods, and in addition, Kuang Zhu, the only late-stage cultivator in the foundation building, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He turned to look at his fellow disciples, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and stood up and shouted: "Senior Brother Kuang, it's these two people who intercepted my fellow disciples. Please give us an explanation to the Gujian Sect!"

Kuang Zhu heard his voice, looked up and still lowered his head to stir.

With this reaction, Wan Hongan couldn't hold back his face and said angrily: "Kun Zhu! What do you mean?!"

"What does it mean?" Zhan Bai, who had never spoken very much, glanced at these people coldly, and his voice was clear, "What do you mean by saying these words? Is it necessary to say them to make everyone shameless?"

These words were not polite, and Wan Hongan was immediately angry and embarrassed: "You—"

Mo Tiange raised his eyes lightly and smiled sarcastically. It was so funny. Everyone knew clearly what the scene was. It would be better to open the skylight and say something bright. In the end, it would be inevitable to have a fight, so why are you pretending to be garlic!

Wan Hongan turned his head and looked at his fellow disciples, with a ruthless look flashing in his eyes. In an instant, five cultivators of the ancient sword sect in the blue clothes drew their swords to change their positions.

When Mo Tiange and Ye Jingwen saw each other, they attacked their magic weapons and interfered with their positions.

Mo Tiange's flying shuttle was agile and erratic. He rushed to one of the early stage monks in the foundation building stage with one of the cultivators. At the same time, several flying needles took action. Ye Jingwen's flying sword went straight to Wan Hong'an.

The two of them made their position disrupted. Seeing this, Mo Tiange shook his hand and shot countless flying needles again.

Unfortunately, the place here is too small to use talismans. This is not much loss for the sword cultivators, but for ordinary monks, it has weakened some of their strength.

"Stand up, I'll stop them!" Wan Hongan shouted.

Ye Jingwen sneered: "Can you stop it?"

The disciples of Xuanqing Sect are not pure sword cultivators, and Ye Jingwen is the same. He took the flying sword and held another magic weapon in his hand, and attacked Wan Hongan.

He was stopped by Wan Hongan, and now the evil man complained first, so he felt aggrieved Wan Hongan and attacked him with all his moves.

Mo Tiange glanced at him, knowing that this was the case, and raised his spirits to disrupt the steps of those people, so as not to set up a star formation in all kinds of things.

At this time, they were fighting fiercely, and Zhan Bai was guarding Xiao Guzi and Xiao Zui. If he accidentally hit them, he would hit them one by one. Kuang Zhu was still buried in the table at this moment, as if he had seen nothing, and he was tinkering with his bottles and jars.

Mo Tiange and Ye Jingwen both had more strength than ordinary mid-stage foundation-building cultivators. Even when facing those five, they all had the same chess and drums. Not long after, the monks of the Gujian Sect became anxious. Someone saw Xiao Guzi and Xiao Zui huddled in the corner and shouted: "Beat those two Qi-refining people!"

Mo Tiange and Ye Jingwen both frowned. Zhan Bai raised his head and looked at Kuang Zhu. Kuang Zhu stopped fiddling with ointment.

Ye Jingwen took back the flying sword, and the spiritual energy poured into the sword body. Suddenly, the spiritual energy that was almost visible to the naked eye floated on the body of Xueliang's sword, one by one, stuck to the sword and kept spinning around, like a vortex. The spiritual energy was formed, but in fact, the whole process was only a moment. Ye Jingwen waved his arm, and the spiritual energy vortex suddenly rose to ten feet square, blocking them firmly. All the attacks of the monks of the Ancient Sword Sect were swept in by the vortex, and the spiritual energy was also led by the vortex. When the vortex slowly disappeared, all the attacks just now had failed.

The monks of the Ancient Sword Sect looked like earth, but soon took back the flying sword and continued to attack.

Mo Tiange used a white silk handkerchief, and suddenly countless bricks fell from the air, making it a brick wall, blocking all the attacks again.

The monks of the Ancient Sword Sect were already panicked. If they were not sword cultivators with better fighting skills than ordinary monks, they had already fallen down at this time. Wan Hongan shouted: "Sword Qi, sword Qi!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the monks of the Ancient Sword Sect change their sword force, and suddenly the sword energy filled the hall.

Before these sword energy could approach, they felt the coldness. The stone pillars and jade bricks in the hall all scraped out traces under the sword energy.

Mo Tiange once again sacrificed a white silk handkerchief, but this sword energy almost filled the entire hall. No matter which side she blocked, there were fish that had escaped the net.

Ye Jingwen is the same. These sword energy are not scary for them, such as the foundation-building monks. Even if they are released, they cannot break through their own spiritual energy defense. However, they are scary for the Qi-refining monks. No matter whether Zhan Bai blocks the left and right, wounds appear on Xiao Guzi and Xiao Zui.

Mo Tiange couldn't help but get angry. He took away the white silk handkerchief and even took back the flying shuttle. He poked out his spiritual sense and was ready to kill him directly!

At this moment, she felt a corner of her clothes flashing in front of her, but she saw Kuang Zhu standing in front of them in an instant. Her sleeves shook, and countless powder objects flew out of her sleeves, gradually intertwining into a net. The seemingly thin pink mist really blocked their flying swords.

When the powder mist subsided, Wan Hongan, who was covered in white powder, said angrily: "Kun Zhu!"

Kuang Zhu curled the corners of his mouth lightly. Even if he was angry, he still felt elegant: "Get out! I can't keep you here!"

This time it was not just Wan Hongan, but other monks from the Ancient Sword Sect all looked angry, and the other shouted: "Kun Zhu, why should you drive us away!"

Kuang Zhu snorted coldly, not hiding his disgust: "It's up to your life! It's fine if you fight in secret. I turned a blind eye and pretended that I didn't see it, and it was actually causing trouble to the public. Then I would tear my face apart and no longer have to play this game!"

"You--" Wan Hongan twisted his face, "Don't think that you are so great in the later stage of foundation building! So many of us may not lose to you!"

Kuang Zhu smiled lightly: "Another word, I will take your lives!"

This sounds like a threat, and the monks of the Ancient Sword Sect also understood it this way, but Kuang Zhu's cold expression showed a sense of death, which made them unable to speak.

Finally, Ye Jingwen, who broke the silence, stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Kuang, you have good intentions. I should obey it, but I want to keep them all."

Anger appeared on Wan Hongan's face again, but there was a hint of cowardice. In fact, he was already a little regretful. He thought that with the ability of sword cultivators to fight, he could gain the upper hand, but he didn't expect that these few people were not mediocre. Kuang Zhu and Ye Jingwen knew that these two were powerful, but he didn't expect that the new female cultivator from Xuanqing Sect was also so powerful. These three people were already above them. Even if the sword cultivator himself had a powerful fighting style, his chance of winning was pitifully small.

Kuang Zhu glanced at Ye Jingwen indifferently: "If you want to kill, kill it, so as not to worry about watching it!"

Ye Jingwen smiled, bowed gently to him, turned to look at Mo Tiange, and Mo Tiange smiled back. The two of them each took off their own swords or magic weapons, revealing murderous intent.

This chaotic word count in each chapter...Well, I apologize, it was caused by the chaotic holiday... (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in. There are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)
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