Chapter 227 Please Save Me

Zhuge Youlin grinned: "If you like to fight, we are willing to accompany you."

Lu Changcheng noticed the spiritual line controlled by the red-haired boy, looked at him with fear, then moved quickly, wanting to get close to the boy and quickly kill him, but his attack was interrupted by a sword energy.

An ordinary-looking boy in black clothes holds a black sword in his hand. He is agile and the power of the sword he swings should not be underestimated.

Lu Changcheng was suddenly startled, because he realized that the black-clothed boy's cultivation level was probably at the fifth or sixth level of the Earth Realm.

This young man looks to be less than 20 years old, but his cultivation is actually at the fifth or sixth level of the Earth Realm. With this age and cultivation level, he is already a rare top genius in the Southern Region. Who is he?

No, who are these teenagers?

Lu Changcheng himself has reached the ninth level of the Earth Realm, so although he was shocked by their innate cultivation, he was not afraid of them.

"Oh!"

Lu Changcheng sneered, his mind moved slightly, he clenched the sword in his hand, and attacked in the direction of Pei Wusu. The sword light like a burning flame followed his shadow, and the sword was swung out, like a volcanic eruption, unstoppable.

clang!

Pei Wusu raised his sword to block, but was forced to retreat three steps. His face was almost burned by the sword energy that was like the scorching sun. He turned his wrist slightly, and the black sword was covered with a powerful spiritual power. He suddenly counterattacked and broke the opponent's attack. With a "click", the mirage was shattered in an instant.

Seeing that his sword moves were broken, Lu Changcheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You have some skills."

"But the older the ginger, the spicier it is!"

Lu Changcheng was also a sword cultivator. He swung his sword at Pei Wusu with each move being ruthless and aimed directly at Pei Wusu's vital point.

Lu Changcheng's cultivation was three realms higher than his, and his pressure was so strong that Pei Wusu was temporarily suppressed and had no chance to take the initiative to attack. He could only be forced to endure Lu Changcheng's sword moves.

And just at this moment——

The sound of a piano as gentle as flowing water suddenly rang out.

Lu Changcheng only felt a pain in his sea of consciousness, and his body stopped suddenly.

Seeing this, Pei Wusu seized the opportunity and slashed towards Lu Changcheng. In an instant, the sword blade like bright moonlight slashed towards Lu Changcheng's chest with unstoppable force.

Lu Changcheng quickly came to his senses and raised his sword to block the sword.

With a clang sound, Lu Changcheng's palm, which was holding the hilt of the sword, became numb.

Not far away, Wen Yuchu was sitting on a chair with an elegant posture, playing his guqin. The melodious music made people's life worse than death.

Many people felt severe pain in their sea of consciousness. They all wanted to kill Wen Yuchu first, but they were unable to get close to Wen Yuchu.

Because Shen Yan, Jiang Xianyue, Xiao Zechuan and Yu Changying are extremely powerful, it is very difficult to escape from their clutches, let alone get close to Wen Yuchu.

Zhuge Youlin was outside the battle circle, manipulating the spiritual lines to assist them from time to time.

Qingwu was the weakest, but he also wanted to do his part. However, when he was about to be beheaded by others, Jiang Xianyue kicked him mercilessly to Wen Yuchu's feet to save him, and said viciously: "Stay still."

Qingwu was still frightened and tears started to flow.

He nearly had his head chopped off.

Woo woo woo, the world outside is so scary.

Wen Yuchu plucked the strings with his slender fingers, lowered his head slightly to glance at Qingwu, and smiled gently: "Qingwu, I will protect you, don't be afraid."

Qingwu was deeply moved when he heard this.

At this time, a cold female voice came: "Wen Yuchu, assist Pei Wusu with all your strength!"

Wen Yuchu was slightly stunned, and looked over, only to see that Pei Wusu was somewhat defeated by Lu Changcheng. Both his chest and back were slashed by Lu Changcheng, and Lu Changcheng was also stabbed in the shoulder.

Judging from the situation, Pei Wusu's situation is not very good.

Wen Yuchu said softly: "All listen to the captain."

He no longer dispersed his mental power in the sound attack, but instead aimed it at Lu Changcheng.

Just when he was about to deal with Lu Changcheng, Chi Yue, who was sleeping beside him, finally moved. The vines on his body suddenly faded away, and only a green light quickly passed by.

The next moment, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds.

Thunder and lightning suddenly struck.

Boom!

Silver lightning bolts as thick as arms struck towards Lu Changcheng's head.

Lu Changcheng was hit unexpectedly, his hair exploded, his whole body was numb, and the pain felt like being bitten by ants, which made him shocked and angry.

Why did lightning suddenly strike from the sky?!

Soon, Lu Changcheng found out that it was Chi Yue's doing!

"It's you!"

A top-grade silver lightning flame grass was suspended on the palm of the white-clothed young man's left hand. His right hand outlined a totem and grasped it. He looked indescribably tired and sleepy.

Seeing him suddenly close his eyes, Lu Changcheng was extremely angry. What was his attitude? Was he looking down on his existence?

This group of people coming from the western region of Pingze are so rampant!

Before Lu Changcheng could deal with Chi Yue, he was entangled by Pei Wusu. At the same time, his sea of consciousness was constantly under mental attack, causing him to have a splitting headache and bleeding from all seven orifices.

Moreover, lightning always strikes him accurately.

We can’t fight any more!

He wants to leave here!

The practitioners not far from Lu Changcheng were also wailing.

"If you kill us, our Qianshan Sect leader will not let you go!"

"Don't kill us!"

"We can promise you anything!"

There were thirteen people from Qianshan Sect, but now there are only four left, and these four are seriously injured.

Chen Yan held the Spirit Phoenix Sword in her hand, her cold and beautiful face was filled with indifference, her eyes fell sharply on them, "Can you promise us anything?"

"Yes, yes!" The remaining practitioners immediately responded.

They never expected that these people were so powerful and could kill people as easily as killing a melon. It was really terrifying.

Under their horrified expressions, Shen Yan said calmly: "I want you to die."

The practitioners reacted and decided not to let them go!

“Go!”

I don't know who shouted.

The practitioners looked panicked and tried to escape despite their injuries, but were intercepted by Chen Yan and his companions.

"Didn't you say that anything is allowed?" Jiang Xianyue's pretty face showed a smile, "Why can't I say anything now?"

Yu Changying smiled, "Sister Yueyue, they obviously don't want to be responsible for their words. Let's be kind and send them to the west~"

Xiao Zechuan did not say anything, but chose to take action directly.

Practitioners fell one after another.

The black-clothed disciple of Qianshan Sect shouted for help: "Uncle Nie, help! We in Qianshan Sect have a good relationship with Huangshan Dao, please save us! Please!"

At this moment, Nie Xun heard the cry for help, and his white and slender fingers slightly clenched the umbrella handle.