Zhenjun Bu Yuan's eyes flashed and he said urgently: "Zhuoru, you go help Yue, Qianjiu is the most important, leave this place to me."

Zhuoru Zhenjun didn't say anything. He had exactly this intention. If they really let them rescue the two girls, even if they cut the mango into pieces, it would be of no avail.

Without hesitation, he ducked to another key point of the formation, locked horns with Fuyue, and tried his best to activate the space confinement formation.

Yunli glanced at Wei Lin. Under the Nirvana Heavenly Fire, it was not difficult to break the spatial confinement. What was dangerous was that after the formation was broken, the senior brother had to block Fuyue Zhuoru for a moment, allowing her to have time to send Ayan and the others into Ling.

world.

Although she didn’t know why, Fuyue was very cautious towards them, as if they had big moves, but her family knew her own affairs. As the mythical beast Phoenix, her body had been repeatedly strengthened, so she could withstand the attack of the Yuanhou monks.

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But senior brother can't.

He is just an ordinary golden elixir monk. No matter how talented he is, how strong his understanding is, or how rich his experience is, he cannot make up for the gap in his realm and cultivation, let alone his physical strength.

The only thing he could rely on was the sharp attack of the sword cultivator, which might be able to temporarily force Fuyue Zhuoru to avoid his sharp edge.

Wei Lin's thoughts were all on the sword, and the fighting spirit in his chest was surging. He only had one chance, and there was no room for any mistakes!

This sword must defeat the Yuanhou monks!

The Moli in his hand seemed to feel his emotions and made a buzzing sound. Something was flowing slowly. The Moli in his hand became extremely warm, and a feeling of connection between mind and heart arose spontaneously.

When the nameless thing flowed to the tip of the sword, the tip suddenly lit up with a bright light, and an irresistible attraction attracted the meridian Dantian in Wei Lin's body. The golden elixir rotated at high speed, and a steady stream of spiritual power overflowed from it.

Since the elixir was formed, the dantian, which had been empty, once again surged with spiritual power, flowing out of the dantian through the meridians and into Moli Sword without stopping for a moment...

At this moment, Wei Lin once again felt the mysterious feeling of enlightening the sword when fighting Lin Chen outside the Tianwu Forest. The aura of heaven and earth knew his heart and mind, allowing him to ask for and take whatever he wanted, endlessly.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what his kendo law should be like. It was the fighting spirit that could burn even in adverse situations, and the courage to dare to fight in the face of powerful enemies.

It is an unyielding will!

Wherever the sword reaches, nothing can stop it!

Wei Lin suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes firm, with an awe-inspiring aura of going forward.

A sword slashed down, nothing special, no sparkling aura, no strong sword power. It was so simple and simple, but it made people unable to help but feel frightened.

Seeing the sword edge fall, Yunli's fingertips surged with spells, the Nirvana Sky Fire burst into laughter, and the already shaky light curtain melted like snowflakes.

Huanshi Ling shot out like a sharp arrow and entered the house immediately.

Fuyue and the other three were shocked and hurriedly tried to stop him. Yunli's face was condensed, and Huanshi Ling was like a living creature. He easily bypassed their obstruction and continued to shoot towards Anran Muyan.

The first wave of attempts to stop them failed. Fuyue Zhuoru was about to continue to intercept Huanshi Ling when a sharp force came from behind, so sharp that it could split the heaven and earth. The extremely dangerous feeling made the two of them give up Huanshi Ling and each used his own strength.

The strongest means of protection.

The stone house is not big, but in just a short moment, the fantasy silk has arrived in front of Mu Yan and the others. Songyin opened the defensive cover in time, and the thin orange gauze surrounded it. The orange light on it became richer and softer, and the world inside the silk slowly unfolded.

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"Behind, Anran Muyan!"

Bu Yuan, who was fighting with Mang Zhong, exclaimed urgently, but Fuyue Zhuoru was unable to do anything, and the Qingye Sword Intent swept over him. If he was not careful, he would be seriously injured.

What's more, there is another Songyin who can no longer be stopped.

At this moment, as the battle began, Xu Yueqing, who had retreated to the corner, suddenly jumped into the orange light as fast as a cheetah. Songyin, who was in a complicated state of mind, had not yet reacted. The silk yarn was fluttering and the ground was empty.
Chapter completed!