"Young Master, leave this man to this old servant, and you find a chance to escape!"
"Old Man Ming said in a deep voice."
"Hahaha, you're just a fourth-grade King Realm cultivator, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly in front of me!"
Blood Blade sneered and shouted, "You guys deal with this little bastard, I'll take care of this old geezer first!"
"yes!"
A dozen or so men in black responded.
"Young Master, you must find a chance to escape..."
While barely managing to withstand the attack from the blood-red blade, Elder Ming gave Mo Xie some instructions.
Mo Xie said in a deep voice, "Elder Ming, be careful."
"Get away? Hahaha... What a joke!"
Meng Ping and about ten others charged towards Mo Xie.
"Sweep across the eight wastelands!"
Mo Xie swung her demonic spear, sweeping away several enemies.
The others seized the opportunity to attack.
Moye had no choice but to turn around and defend herself.
The battle instantly descended into chaos.
Mo Xie resisted the omnipresent killing intent and narrowly escaped being hit several times.
It was truly a perilous situation!
Damn it!
"These guys really know how to live a life of constant danger!"
"In terms of the purity of their profound energy or their profound skills, they are far inferior to those geniuses from other sects."
"In a contest, the genius is guaranteed to win."
"But their killing intent is something that those geniuses can never match."
"If it really comes down to a life-or-death battle, those so-called geniuses will surely die!"
Even though Mo Xie considered herself to be quite experienced.
But at this moment, they were all in grave danger, with several wounds on their bodies.
Although it didn't leave a fatal wound, it's coming soon!
A fatal wound means death!
"Hmph, you are indeed very strong!"
"Relying on its cultivation level of a third-grade King Realm cultivator, it has managed to hold out for so long against a dozen or so King Realm cultivators like us."
"But that's all!"
Meng Ping's face was filled with resentment as he laughed smugly, "What a pity! No matter how talented you are, you're going to die by my hand now!"
Moye ignored his fly-like chatter and began to ponder in her heart.
This is definitely a life-or-death crisis.
Then it's time to consider using our trump card for survival.
He has four trump cards to protect himself.
First, the Demon God's Gate, the price is being weakened;
Second, activate the Holy Body of Lightning and Fire, which is most effective against the demonic path, at the cost of leaving the demonic path with nowhere to hide.
Third, enter the world of cultivation;
Fourth, open the Chosen Treasure Chest.
"The third trump card is one that I don't even have enough villain value to consider."
"The second option... even if I could silence them all, who knows if they have any communication stones on them? Therefore, I absolutely cannot use it unless it's a situation where they have a slim chance of survival!"
"So……"
"Die!" Meng Ping sneered.
Several deadly attacks came from all directions towards Mo Xie.
Moye had nowhere to escape!
"The first level of the Demon God's Pass—the Xuanmo Pass—is now open!"
Mo Xie's aura suddenly surged forth.
"Sweep across the eight wastelands!"
Mo Xie swept across with a single spear thrust.
"ah!"
Several screams rang out.
Several first-grade King Realm experts were sent flying backwards to the ground, their necks tilted to the side, and they lost their lives.
The others also staggered backward, some coughing up blood, others gasping for breath.
"What?! It can actually unleash such power?!"
Meng Ping was initially startled, then his face twisted in a sinister expression as he said, "Truly a monstrous genius! Good, very good! Killing you will surely satisfy my master..."
He shouted to the crowd, "This little bastard's secret technique won't last long. We just need to hold him off. Once Blood Blade finishes off that old guy, he'll be dead!"
The crowd immediately changed their attack on Mo Xie to a siege.
"That's right, the Demon God's Gate has a limited duration of operation... I don't have much time left!"
Moye's demonic energy surged, and his attacks became even more ferocious. "We must finish this quickly!"
"ah!"
Several more screams rang out.
"This is bad! Everyone, don't hold back... Quickly reveal your trump cards and go all out!"
Meng Ping exclaimed in shock and anger.
"Blood Burning Secret Technique!"
"Heart-piercing mark!"
"..."
A dozen or so people, their eyes bloodshot, attacked with all their might.
Even so, they could only barely hold off Mo Xie.
But unfortunately,
That was all Mo Xie did in her charge.
Because these people are merely besieging the area, without retaliating;
Even if someone gets injured, they grit their teeth and hold on, waiting for the others to join forces and attack.
"This is what a true veteran looks like..."
Mo Xie gave a bitter smile to herself.
If it were those greenhouse flowers,
Upon seeing this move, they would probably have already lost their composure and retreated.
"Even if I can't break the formation... killing you is still an option!"
A flash of murderous intent appeared in Mo Xie's eyes.
The demonic spear in his hand transformed into a demonic sword, charging relentlessly towards Meng Ping, shouting, "Nine Swords of Annihilation!"
Meng Ping was terrified and stumbled backward, shouting, "Stop him! Stop him now!"
pity,
These people could barely surround Mo Xie, let alone protect him.
If we go to protect him, our formation will be disrupted, and what if Mo Xie escapes?
Meng Ping's cleverness backfired, leading to his own downfall.
"Those who reap what they sow will not live!"
Moye's sword reigns supreme, "The Number One Sword!"
"..."
"The fifth sword!"
Pfft!
The demonic sword suddenly pierced through Meng Ping's chest.
"Giggle..."
Meng Ping's eyes widened, and blood gushed from his mouth.
As Mo Xie's gaze gradually became unfocused, it was unclear whether it was regret or fear...
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