Zuo Jing's eye sockets suddenly shrank, and his strong body suddenly turned into soft silk. The skin where the spiritual dagger pierced his vital point immediately sank along with the spiritual dagger, and he couldn't make a single cut.
After missing the first strike, the translucent shadow immediately changed from stabbing to slashing, leaving a long bloody wound on Zuo Jing's lower back, almost cutting him in half, with blood spurting out.
A magical spear appeared out of thin air, locked onto the translucent shadow, and shot out like a dragon.
tear——
The sound of tearing silk was heard, and the monk hiding in the dark suddenly revealed his figure, retreated violently, and distanced himself from Zuo Jing.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zuo Jing quickly took out a few pills and stuffed them into his mouth to heal his wounds and stop the bleeding.
He looked at the demon cultivator in the distance who was sneering and eyeing him fiercely, then looked at the rays of light rising from the formations around him that isolated him from the outside world. His pale face immediately turned gloomy.
People from the Demon Palace.
There is more than one road at the foot of Wanjianmen Mountain. How does the Demon Palace know that he will definitely take this one?
He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have time to think about it. He gripped the spear tightly in his hand and charged at the opponent without saying a word.
This person is an expert in assassination, and it is impossible to defeat him in a head-on fight. As long as he kills the opponent and breaks through the formation to send a message to Wanjianmen, he can be saved.
Having made up his mind, Zuo Jing's spear moved even more fiercely.
Seeing this, the demon cultivator on the opposite side was not panicked at all. He smiled and retreated into the formation.
Are you running away now?
Zuo Jing was shocked and was about to break the formation directly, but he saw the formation on the side suddenly fluctuate, and a tall man in black robe walked out of it, grinning fiercely, and punched out a tiger-like roar, hitting Zuo Jing's head directly.
The peak of Jindan!
Zuo Jing's face suddenly changed, and he hastily raised his gun to block. The opponent punched the spirit spear, and the huge force penetrated through it, as if a mountain hit his chest.
Zuo Jingyang spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
"What Fengyue Sect's true disciple? He's just a piece of trash that can be knocked down with one punch."
The black-robed man laughed and pressed forward, "Be good and accept death. If you don't obey, I don't know how much more suffering you will have to endure."
“Cough cough cough…”
Zuo Jing covered his mouth that was constantly coughing up blood, struggled to stand up, and stared at the man in black robes, "Despicable villain, cough cough... If you hadn't waited for two sneak attacks..."
"What happened to the sneak attack?"
The black-robed man showed no shame at all, "Are the true disciples of Fengyue Sect really so naive? Or is it that you, the second true disciple, are just a fool with nothing but empty promises?
You know, the last time we surrounded your sect's first true disciple, we sent three peak Jindan cultivators and a Yuanying master to command him, but he still escaped in the end. What about you?"
Zuo Jing's heart trembled. He looked up at the black-robed man and raised a finger. "One move and it's ruined?"
"I kill you!"
Zuo Jing's eyes were bloodshot, and he growled. He grabbed the spear and just half stood up when he was kicked in the chest by the man in black robe and flew out again.
"Qing Liao, stop playing around. Kill him quickly and bring him back to report."
A dissatisfied rebuke came from the formation.
The black-robed man snorted coldly upon hearing this, "I understand."
He reached out and grabbed the drowsy Zuo Jing, and was about to crush his throat, but at this moment, something strange happened!
A flash of knife light appeared without warning from behind Zuo Jing, and quickly magnified in the eyes of the man in black robe.
The man in black robe immediately threw Zuo Jing away, and his fists flashed with the color of gold and iron, blocking the sword light.
puff!
The two severed hands flew high into the air. The man in black robe groaned miserably, covering his severed arms and backing away continuously, his eyes full of horror.
Wei Lesheng shook off the blood on the knife, his eyes full of grimness: "You villains of the Demon Palace, I am here today, and none of you will leave alive!"
The black-robed man saw Wei Lesheng's face clearly, and despite the severe pain, he actually laughed, "Hahahaha, Wei Lesheng, there's a road to heaven but you don't take it, there's no door to hell but you come to it. Dharma Protector Meng, it looks like we're going to make a great contribution today!"
A pair of long legs wrapped in red ribbons stepped into the formation. The woman walked out slowly with a waist as slender as a snake. Her red clothes seemed to be soaked in blood, and a smile filled her eyes.
"Wei Zhenchuan, I'm so happy that you can come..."
When Wei Lesheng saw the woman's face clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he remembered a notorious demon cultivator recorded in the sect's scriptures.
Blood Poison Immortal?
Didn't this person die at the hands of Fengyue Sect's Grand Elder two hundred years ago? How come he not only survived, but also advanced in cultivation, reaching the late Jindan stage?
This woman's poisoning methods are hard to guard against, so we must act quickly.
Wei Lesheng slowly tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife and was about to attack, but he saw the formation behind the Blood Poison Immortal fluctuate, and another figure walked out, with an aura of the peak of the late Jindan stage surging, without any concealment.
The man in black robe laughed, and tiny pieces of flesh sprouted from the broken ends of his palms, gradually growing into a pair of new flesh palms.
Three people at the peak of the Jindan stage.
Wei Lesheng's face was solemn. A fierce battle was inevitable today. Even if Junior Sister Tang could really invite the Supreme Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in time, the consequences would be unpredictable.
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