Chapter 73: Trapped
Ning Fusang looked at the intervening female cultivators and frowned slightly.
Are they here to save this bald guy?
A gleam of disgust and murderous intent flashed in the man's eyes. With a flick of his finger, a beam of spiritual light pressed against Sha Ling, pressing between the girl's eyebrows.
The girl's eyes widened, her eyes were filled with green, and the green gauze was pressed against her forehead. She turned her head slightly and saw the green grass falling beside her, helping her block the attack.
Stab——
The sound of cracking silk was heard, and several strands of gauze collapsed like snowflakes. Lingyu Palace intervened to stop it.
Ning Fusang understood that there were two groups of people, one wanted to capture alive and the other wanted to kill.
"This person is what our Lingyu Palace wants to kill. If you are willing to help, our Lingyu Palace will definitely remember it in our hearts!" Xie Diating directly spoke out to win over Ning Fusang.
Lu Wu glared at him and said loudly: "This monk is the one that our Huanxi Tian has chosen. If the girl helps us capture him alive, I am willing to introduce her to our Huanxi Tian!"
After saying that, she even gave Ning Fusang a wink.
Lu Wu said this sincerely. She saw that the other party was not very old and was already a third-level monk, which showed that he was very talented. Although the other party was wearing a veil and couldn't see clearly her appearance, Lu Wu had seen countless people, so just from her facial features, she could tell that she was definitely a beauty.
Ning Fusang looked at the monk in red in surprise: "Are you the cauldron who escaped from Huanxi Heaven?"
A dangerous light flashed in the man's eyes, as if he had been struck by lightning, and his almost beautiful face became cloudy and uncertain.
His voice was as if it had been tempered by ice: "What the hell is Huanxi Tian doing? Are you trying to catch me?"
Ning Fusang was noncommittal. Although Huanxi Tian was not as powerful as the Nanxing Sword Sect, it was still one of the nine great immortal sects in Yulingzhou.
Disciples of Huanxi Tian practice Yin and Yang Taoism, so their cultivation speed is much faster than that of ordinary sect disciples, and their overall strength is not weak.
The red-clothed monk in front of him was really crazy. Either because of his personality, or because of the power behind him, he was even stronger than Huanxi Tian.
She thought about it and thought for a moment. None of the nine immortal sects in Yu Lingzhou could match her.
So Ning Fusang is leaning towards the former possibility.
The fair face of the female cultivator in scarlet clothes was covered with a thin layer of anger: "You are so shameless, how dare you slander me like Huanxi Tian!"
There was also anger in Lu Wu's eyebrows. She advised her junior sister: "There is no need to start a verbal dispute with him. Once we capture him and go back, he will naturally know what our Huanxi Tian is."
Several beautiful female fairies nodded, dispersed in formation, and attacked the man together.
After a hard fight, the man was defeated by one man and was slightly behind.
Ning Fusang slashed at his robe with the broken light sword in his hand, trying to find out what was in his sleeves and retrieve the Still Water Sword.
The opponent's methods are endless, including spells, formations, sound attacks, and Buddhist techniques, all of which are involved, and there is no trace of hesitation at all.
The battle scene was too chaotic, and Xie Diating was worried, so he did not release his ferret.
The monk in red held the broken light sword between his hands and spun around to avoid the attack from behind.
A green gauze rolled out quietly, and Lu Wu pulled it back. At this moment, Ning Fusang's sword turned and was withdrawn from the man's hand. His palm was inevitably cut with a bloody mark by the sword blade.
The man had used almost everything he could use. He discovered in Qiankun in his sleeves that there was actually a spiritual sword. Although it was only a second-level sword, it was enough.
He flicked his hand, but the sword technique had no effect. Only then did he realize that this spiritual sword had been refined and could not be used by him.
The man had no choice but to raise his hand and draw a spell in the void while refining the spiritual sword.
When Ning Fusang saw him taking out the Still Water Sword and wanting to refine it on the spot, his eyes suddenly became subtle.
She controlled the remaining four ice birds to kill the man.
Such a strong murderous intention made Lu Wu secretly feel bad. She immediately threw out the green silk and built a hundred-foot-high wall to intercept the ice bird's movements. The disciples of Lingyu Palace made a prompt decision, bypassed the billowing green waves, and killed from the side.
At this time, the man in red had already refined the Jingshui Sword. With a swing of the long sword, countless sword energy burst out. Ning Fusang's eyes jumped. This monk actually practiced swordsmanship!
She clenched her sword tightly and slashed into the air. The sword energy collided and a violent wave of air erupted, immediately knocking down the surrounding mountains.
The battlefield is dilapidated and filled with ravines.
The two swords intersected, struck each other, and then quickly pulled away. Ning Fusang retreated five or six steps back and held out several swords again.
Lu Wu from Huanxi Tian, Tao Zhen from Lingyu Palace, and Xie Diating were all startled and murmured: "This is from the Nanxing Sword Sect, Nanxing Swordsmanship..."
"She is actually a disciple of the Nanxing Sword Sect!"
Lu Wu couldn't help but have a look of embarrassment on his face when he remembered that he had persuaded her to join Huanxi Tian.
At this age, the other party is already a third-level monk. He must be an inner disciple of the Nanxing Sword Sect. He has a bright future, so why would he fall in love with Huanxi Tian?
It's not very kind to rob other people's sect's disciples.
Xie Diating touched the Diao'er in his sleeve and his eyes became deep: "Why is the Nanxing Sword Sect involved in this matter?"
"This monster monk has offended many people."
Tao Zhen looked at Lu Wu: "Now our Lingyu Palace and Nanxing Sword Sect are going to kill him. Are you sure you want to stop him?"
Lu Wu exhaled a breath of turbid air and raised his hand to signal the junior sisters to cease fighting.
Although the senior sister wanted this monk to be a Taoist companion, she couldn't offend the two great sects of Lingyu Palace and Nanxing Sword Sect at the same time because of a man.
Without Huanxitian's people interfering, Lingyu Palace finally no longer needs to be in the way, and they all used their killing moves to throw at the man!
The red-clothed monk's sword moved like lightning, and the cold light swept away. Ning Fusang reacted extremely quickly to avoid it, and a section of his robe was cut off.
The corners of his snow-white clothes turned into powder in the sword energy.
However, red plum blossoms were splashed on his back, and a Lingyu Palace disciple fell down from the air and died.
The sword moves in the man's hand were unpredictable. He held a sword flower and directly passed through the opponent's defense, killing another person.
Tao Zhen glared angrily, clapped his hands, and condensed a ball of lightning. One turned into two, and two turned into four. In an instant, it turned into sixteen lightning bolts, which flew out and surrounded the man.
Ning Fusang frowned and quickly moved away from the range of the thunder.
boom!
The white light pierced everyone and subconsciously closed their eyes. After a moment, the light dissipated, the man's golden body broke open, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
The spiritual power in Tao Zhen's body was almost gone. Xie Diating clasped his hands together and made a gesture of Baoshan Seal, then pulled it apart and held out a sword filled with cold air.
He wanted to fly forward, kill the man and return to life, but his body was frozen in place.
Everyone was shocked, a formation was formed at some point!
The complex symbols rotated like gears, and everyone was trapped in this magic circle, unable to move.
Ning Fusang mobilized her spiritual power to attack the shackles, but she felt a pale feeling of powerlessness.
The monk in red wiped the blood from his mouth, took a deep look back, and disappeared into the horizon.
Tao Zhen was so angry that his lungs almost exploded.
(End of chapter)