Chapter 133 Desperate Point
So when Lu Xiaotian stood up, Zhu Yuchun, Zhu Ang and others happened to be in front of Zhu Ling and other seven female archers.
"I still have to occupy a good position if I don't have the ability. If I dare to withdraw when I encounter danger, I'll see if I don't shoot them in the butt."
Leng Qiaoyu and Wang Ningmei said angrily They muttered that time was urgent at this time, and they could not force Lu Xiaotian and others to get out of the way. Zhu Yuchun and the others were fine, but the superb skills Lu Xiaotian had shown before did suppress many people.
"Junior Sister Su, Junior Sister Wu, let's hurry up, otherwise Brother Luo may not be able to hold on anymore." Meng Yu urged from the front.
"I know, you just lead the way, we won't fall behind even half a point." After all, Su Qing and Wu Yan care about Luo Qian. One is from the same sect, and the other is Luo Qian. Their safety in the forbidden area is undoubtedly Much higher.
"Okay." Meng Yu, who was running quickly in front, suddenly froze. He turned around and waved his right hand back. There was a clicking sound in his hand, as if he had crushed some kind of shell. A burst of pink smoke overflowed from Meng Yu's fingers.
Su Qing and Wu Yan were caught off guard, and pink smoke just hit their faces. He took a few puffs without even reacting, and the mana flowing through his meridians receded like a tide. The body felt as limp as if it had lost its support.
"Meng, Senior Brother Meng, what did you do to us?" Su Qing and Wu Yan were shocked and angry, and barely held on to the stone wall to prevent them from falling to the ground.
“Brother Yu has been feeling itchy since he saw the two junior sisters. He just has no chance to kiss Fangze. After I send your fellow disciples on their way, come and get close to the two junior sisters. You guys. No need to struggle, this powder mist is enough to prevent you from using any of your magic power for three hours. It’s enough for us. We have been entangled for many times, Junior Brother Yin, we all have a share in the wait." In one fell swoop, two elite disciples, Su Qing and Wu Yan, were attacked. Meng Yu didn't care at all, and laughed loudly with great pride, killing Su Qing one by one with one hand. He and Wu Yan put their arms around their slender waists and held them in their arms. Meng Yu felt very unhappy when he felt their soft bodies.
Wu Yan was so angry that she was shaking all over, but she didn't have any strength to struggle, "Meng Yu, you are a beast, even if you succeed today, you will not have a good death in the future!"
"Meng, you are a despicable villain. , My grandfather is the ancestor of the Golden Pill of Lingxiao Palace. If you dare to touch a hair on my head, my grandfather will definitely crush you to ashes and make you lose your body and mind." Su Qing no longer had the arrogant and domineering expression on her face. The pale man threatened.
"As long as all of you in Lingxiao Palace are dead, who will know what happened in the grotto today, Junior Sister Su, you don't have to worry about me." Meng Yu said with a proud smile.
The sudden change in the grotto made people on both sides unable to react for a while. Especially for the disciples of Lingxiao Palace, Su Qing and Wu Yan were both restrained, so there was no way they could fight against each other.
"Okay, then I'll thank Senior Brother Meng." Yin Yimu didn't expect that his senior brother would have such a skill, but he reacted quickly and quickly realized that he was missing a disciple from Lingxiao Palace. , their harvest this time is truly a bountiful one, and they gain both wealth and wealth.
"Damn it, I've long seen that this guy named Meng has no good intentions, but it's Luo Qian, and those ignorant women like Su Qing believe in these guys with human faces and animal hearts." Zhu Yuchun cursed in shock and anger, and at the same time, he felt regretful in his intestines. Qing Lai, just now he thought it would be safer to follow Lu Xiaotian, so he took the lead and blocked Zhu Ling and others behind him. At the same time, the remaining Xuan Bing Sect disciples also blocked the back. Even if they were blocked by the monks and snakes from the Valley of Evil Spirits last time, the other side just took advantage of the terrain to open up their posture. They were not afraid of the people from Valley of Evil Spirits. They could always survive for a few days by staying in the grotto. Find a way. The current bad situation simply makes people feel more than desperate.
"Kill them. In addition, the one named Lu Xiaotian will be kept alive. I will kill this kid myself later." Meng Yuzhi was satisfied and stared at Lu Xiaotian gloomily. One glance said that a despicable ordinary monk had actually contradicted him before. Now we have to let this kid know what fear and fear are.
"Yes, Senior Brother Meng, don't worry, I'll leave this group of people to me." Yin Yimu smiled cruelly, not really taking Lu Xiaotian seriously. Lu Xiaotian's spells are indeed very powerful, but no matter how powerful they are, they are just The methods of ordinary Qi refining monks are completely vulnerable to his magical weapon, the sword wheel. Zhu Ling's seven-man archer team is quite powerful, and he is not sure of victory when facing the enemy head-on. However, now this archer team is caught in the middle, and in the narrow terrain of the grotto, it is not easy to deploy at such a distance. He will not give archers like Zhu Ling time to prepare.
“Kill!” Meng Yu ordered.
Yin Yimu took out a magic weapon flying disc. The flying disc was surrounded by sharp teeth. There was also a flying rope in the palm of his hand. He could control the flying disc at all times without having to control it directly in the air, which could save a lot of mana. And for a Qi refining monk, it is even easier to control the magic weapon.
Yin Yimu flicked his wrist. The flywheel spun toward Lu Xiaotian's right hand holding the golden spirit sword, and the blade teeth beside it rotated sharply. In Yin Yimu's eyes, as long as Lu Xiaotian's life is not harmed, it is enough, but Lu Xiaotian is capable of fighting after all. There are more than twenty monks from both sides in the passage, and they are fighting in a melee. In order to prevent Lu Xiaotian from escaping, it is natural to kill Lu Xiaotian first. combat effectiveness.
Lu Xiaotian looked indifferent and threw a few iron thorn seeds directly, and the golden flying sword in his hand took Yin Yimu's head straight.
“You don’t overestimate your capabilities.” Yin Yimu sneered, and the magic weapon wheel controlled by the flying rope turned slightly. It only took him a short moment to use this golden flying sword and a few iron thorn seeds. Twist into pieces. Knock out all the weapons that the opponent relies on and see what other tricks this kid can come up with.
Meng Yu was hugging each other at this time. Seeing the fight between Yin Yimu and Lu Xiaotian, he smiled disdainfully, but at the same time he felt reassured. Su Qing and Wu Yan were subdued, and the other disciples of Lingxiao Palace were leaderless. No one could block the elite disciple Yin Yimu for a moment. The battle in the grotto will be over soon.
When the knife wheel was about to touch a few iron thorn seeds, Lu Xiaotian suddenly threw out a dozen more.
Yin Yimu was angry in his heart. The iron thorn vines that he forcibly activated with magic power were nothing to him. He could break them by twisting the magic weapon's knife wheel, but it seemed that Lu Xiaotian still had a lot of them in his hand. , Meng Yu asked to stay alive again, it was a trouble after all. That’s all, just spend more time.
After the knife wheel crushed the first few seeds, it was about to break the golden flying sword, but at this moment, a powerful aura that was not inferior to the knife wheel rose into the sky, and a black light shot toward Yin Yimu's chest was slashed wildly.
(End of this chapter)