Chapter 458 Confluence (Part 3)
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Xiao Shi Yi Mo
Chapter 458 Convergence (third update)
In a certain piece of green grassland, one woman and three men are fighting fiercely. The woman is Wang Ruyan, and the three men are disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect.A huge blue bowl was suspended above Wang Ruyan's head, and her face was a little pale.
Three hundred beast sect disciples each drove a second-level spirit beast to attack Wang Ruyan, a red giant python, a blue giant wolf, and a black giant tiger, with constant roars and blazing auras of various colors.
Beside Wang Ruyan, there were two broken puppet beasts.
The personal strength of the disciples of Hundred Beasts Sect is not strong, but each of them has a second-level spirit beast, which is equivalent to six foundation-building monks besieging Wang Ruyan. Wang Ruyan barely resists with the second-level puppet beast.
Wang Ruyan bit her red lips tightly with her white teeth, and her eyebrows frowned.
She knew that she was no match for the disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect. The attacks of the Hundred Beasts Sect disciples were very fierce. As long as she relaxed a little, the defense might be broken.
All the escape talismans on her body were used up, and she couldn't run even if she wanted to.
"Junior Brother Li, Junior Brother Chen, don't kill her, I haven't tasted the taste of a female monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage yet!"
A tall and thin middle-aged man had an obscene expression on his face.
After hearing this, Wang Ruyan's face darkened. She would rather die than let the other party succeed.
"Who gave you the courage? Are you getting impatient for daring to attack my Aunt Jiu?"
A cold male voice came from the sky.
As soon as the words fell, a golden light flew from a distance at an extremely fast speed.
Not long after, the golden light stopped in the void hundreds of feet away, and it was Wang Qingshan who came.
Wang Qingshan was riding on the back of the three cunning, his expression was cold.
When Wang Qingshan pinched his sword art, there was a clear and clear sword cry, and nine blue flying swords flew out of his sword box, turning one into two, making two words into four...
Soon, hundreds of cyan flying swords were suspended above Wang Qingshan's head.
There was a loud "chi chi", and hundreds of cyan flying swords slashed aggressively at the three disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect.
At the same time, the three cunning heads opened their bloody mouths, spraying red fireballs, white ice cones, and golden lightning respectively.
"Boom!"
A huge roar sounded, and the three foundation cultivators worked together to prop up a blue mask, blocking Wang Qingshan's attack.
They didn't notice that Wang Qingshan quietly set up a sword array and surrounded them.
"Slaying Spirit Sword Formation, cut it for me."
Wang Qingshan changed his method and shouted lightly.
There was a crisp sword cry, and countless cyan sword qi flew out, cutting towards the three foundation-building monks.
"Boom!"
There was a deafening explosion, and the cyan mask that the three foundation-building monks jointly propped up was smashed to pieces by the dense cyan sword energy like paper paste.
Three shrill screams sounded, and the three disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect fell in a pool of blood, dead without whole bodies.
Once the three Hundred Beast Sect disciples died, their spirit beasts automatically flew back into the spirit beast bags.
Wang Ruyan knew that Wang Qingshan was stronger, but he didn't expect Wang Qingshan to be so powerful, with a shocked expression on his face.
Wang Qingshan slapped the three cunning under him, and the three cunning slowly landed.
"Aunt Nine, are you okay!"
Wang Ruyan shook her head, and said with a smile, "Qingshan, it's a good thing you arrived in time, otherwise I'm afraid I'll die."
"Aunt Jiu is being polite, this is what a nephew should do."
Wang Ruyan's eyes fell on the three cunning ones under Wang Qingshan, and there was a hint of surprise in her beautiful eyes, and she asked curiously: "Qingshan, where did you get this second-level high-grade beast?"
Wang Qingshan smiled slightly, and explained: "These are the three cunning, mutated spirit beasts I just subdued. By the way, Aunt Ninth, do you have any news about Uncle Eighteen and Brother Twelve?"
Wang Ruyan shook her head and said, "No, I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a loud explosion sounded from afar.
A black shadow appeared on the distant plain, followed by a large group of monster birds.
The black shadow rushed towards their position at an extremely fast speed.
"No, someone is coming."
Wang Qingshan narrowed his eyes and his face changed: "No, it's Uncle Eighteen."
Wang Changhao was riding on the back of the blue-scaled horse, his eyes were full of fear.
His luck was extremely bad, except for some gains at the beginning, Wang Changhao was running for his life during the rest of the time, and all the second-level talismans and self-exposure instruments he carried were used up.
Hundreds of huge double-headed crows pursued closely, releasing gray wind blades to attack Wang Changhao from time to time.
There was a loud "chi chi", and the dense gray wind blades shot over the sky and covered the sky, blocking Wang Changhao's way.
Wang Changhao was vigilant, he slapped the horse's back with his right hand, flew up from the green scaled horse's back, and flew to the left.
"Boom!"
A huge roar sounded, and countless gray wind blades struck the green scaled horse, causing the green scaled horse to fall into a pool of blood.
The Two-Headed Crow failed in one blow, and released the gray wind blade to attack Wang Changhao again.
At this moment, a man's cold shout sounded: "Great Sword Art!"
As soon as the words fell, a cyan long rainbow that was several feet long shot out. It was a cyan giant sword exuding amazing aura. With an irresistible momentum, the cyan giant sword rushed into the demon bird, like Like cutting melons and vegetables, the two-headed crows were cut in half by the blue giant sword, and their bodies fell towards the ground.
The overall strength of this group of monster birds is not high. The Crow King is only a second-tier mid-tier, and there are more than a dozen second-tier low-tiers, and the rest are first-tier.
The cyan giant sword was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, beheading the two-headed crows with ease, and only dozens of first-order two-headed crows escaped.
Wang Changhao breathed a sigh of relief, and broke out in a cold sweat.
At this time, Wang Ruyan and Wang Qingshan came over and asked in unison:
"Eighteen Brother (Eighteen Uncle), are you okay!"
Wang Changhao shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm fine, thanks to Qingshan, my luck is too bad, either I encountered other people's fighting skills, or I was chased by group monsters, monsters, monsters and birds. If I didn't meet you this time, I would be fierce." Duoji is gone, by the way, where is Qingjun! Do you have any news about him?"
"No, the twelfth brother is a stable person with a delicate mind. He has a second-level high-grade puppet beast and a second-level formation. He should be fine."
They chatted and learned that Wang Qingshan had surrendered a second-tier high-grade mutated three-headed cunning, and Wang Changhao was extremely envious.
"Aunt Ninth, Uncle Eighteen, Sanshou is more familiar with the situation here, it is about to take me somewhere, let's go on the road together! It's safer this way."
Naturally, Wang Ruyan and Wang Changhao would not refuse Wang Qingshan's proposal.
Wang Qingshan's strength is strong, and with Wang Qingshan, their survival rate is even greater.
They put away the body of the Two-Headed Crow and sat on the back of the Three-Headed Crow together.
"Roar!"
The three cunning let out a loud roar, beat their wings fiercely, and a gust of wind blew up into the sky, turning into a golden light and flying high into the sky.
(End of this chapter)
In a certain piece of green grassland, one woman and three men are fighting fiercely. The woman is Wang Ruyan, and the three men are disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect.A huge blue bowl was suspended above Wang Ruyan's head, and her face was a little pale.
Three hundred beast sect disciples each drove a second-level spirit beast to attack Wang Ruyan, a red giant python, a blue giant wolf, and a black giant tiger, with constant roars and blazing auras of various colors.
Beside Wang Ruyan, there were two broken puppet beasts.
The personal strength of the disciples of Hundred Beasts Sect is not strong, but each of them has a second-level spirit beast, which is equivalent to six foundation-building monks besieging Wang Ruyan. Wang Ruyan barely resists with the second-level puppet beast.
Wang Ruyan bit her red lips tightly with her white teeth, and her eyebrows frowned.
She knew that she was no match for the disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect. The attacks of the Hundred Beasts Sect disciples were very fierce. As long as she relaxed a little, the defense might be broken.
All the escape talismans on her body were used up, and she couldn't run even if she wanted to.
"Junior Brother Li, Junior Brother Chen, don't kill her, I haven't tasted the taste of a female monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage yet!"
A tall and thin middle-aged man had an obscene expression on his face.
After hearing this, Wang Ruyan's face darkened. She would rather die than let the other party succeed.
"Who gave you the courage? Are you getting impatient for daring to attack my Aunt Jiu?"
A cold male voice came from the sky.
As soon as the words fell, a golden light flew from a distance at an extremely fast speed.
Not long after, the golden light stopped in the void hundreds of feet away, and it was Wang Qingshan who came.
Wang Qingshan was riding on the back of the three cunning, his expression was cold.
When Wang Qingshan pinched his sword art, there was a clear and clear sword cry, and nine blue flying swords flew out of his sword box, turning one into two, making two words into four...
Soon, hundreds of cyan flying swords were suspended above Wang Qingshan's head.
There was a loud "chi chi", and hundreds of cyan flying swords slashed aggressively at the three disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect.
At the same time, the three cunning heads opened their bloody mouths, spraying red fireballs, white ice cones, and golden lightning respectively.
"Boom!"
A huge roar sounded, and the three foundation cultivators worked together to prop up a blue mask, blocking Wang Qingshan's attack.
They didn't notice that Wang Qingshan quietly set up a sword array and surrounded them.
"Slaying Spirit Sword Formation, cut it for me."
Wang Qingshan changed his method and shouted lightly.
There was a crisp sword cry, and countless cyan sword qi flew out, cutting towards the three foundation-building monks.
"Boom!"
There was a deafening explosion, and the cyan mask that the three foundation-building monks jointly propped up was smashed to pieces by the dense cyan sword energy like paper paste.
Three shrill screams sounded, and the three disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect fell in a pool of blood, dead without whole bodies.
Once the three Hundred Beast Sect disciples died, their spirit beasts automatically flew back into the spirit beast bags.
Wang Ruyan knew that Wang Qingshan was stronger, but he didn't expect Wang Qingshan to be so powerful, with a shocked expression on his face.
Wang Qingshan slapped the three cunning under him, and the three cunning slowly landed.
"Aunt Nine, are you okay!"
Wang Ruyan shook her head, and said with a smile, "Qingshan, it's a good thing you arrived in time, otherwise I'm afraid I'll die."
"Aunt Jiu is being polite, this is what a nephew should do."
Wang Ruyan's eyes fell on the three cunning ones under Wang Qingshan, and there was a hint of surprise in her beautiful eyes, and she asked curiously: "Qingshan, where did you get this second-level high-grade beast?"
Wang Qingshan smiled slightly, and explained: "These are the three cunning, mutated spirit beasts I just subdued. By the way, Aunt Ninth, do you have any news about Uncle Eighteen and Brother Twelve?"
Wang Ruyan shook her head and said, "No, I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a loud explosion sounded from afar.
A black shadow appeared on the distant plain, followed by a large group of monster birds.
The black shadow rushed towards their position at an extremely fast speed.
"No, someone is coming."
Wang Qingshan narrowed his eyes and his face changed: "No, it's Uncle Eighteen."
Wang Changhao was riding on the back of the blue-scaled horse, his eyes were full of fear.
His luck was extremely bad, except for some gains at the beginning, Wang Changhao was running for his life during the rest of the time, and all the second-level talismans and self-exposure instruments he carried were used up.
Hundreds of huge double-headed crows pursued closely, releasing gray wind blades to attack Wang Changhao from time to time.
There was a loud "chi chi", and the dense gray wind blades shot over the sky and covered the sky, blocking Wang Changhao's way.
Wang Changhao was vigilant, he slapped the horse's back with his right hand, flew up from the green scaled horse's back, and flew to the left.
"Boom!"
A huge roar sounded, and countless gray wind blades struck the green scaled horse, causing the green scaled horse to fall into a pool of blood.
The Two-Headed Crow failed in one blow, and released the gray wind blade to attack Wang Changhao again.
At this moment, a man's cold shout sounded: "Great Sword Art!"
As soon as the words fell, a cyan long rainbow that was several feet long shot out. It was a cyan giant sword exuding amazing aura. With an irresistible momentum, the cyan giant sword rushed into the demon bird, like Like cutting melons and vegetables, the two-headed crows were cut in half by the blue giant sword, and their bodies fell towards the ground.
The overall strength of this group of monster birds is not high. The Crow King is only a second-tier mid-tier, and there are more than a dozen second-tier low-tiers, and the rest are first-tier.
The cyan giant sword was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, beheading the two-headed crows with ease, and only dozens of first-order two-headed crows escaped.
Wang Changhao breathed a sigh of relief, and broke out in a cold sweat.
At this time, Wang Ruyan and Wang Qingshan came over and asked in unison:
"Eighteen Brother (Eighteen Uncle), are you okay!"
Wang Changhao shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm fine, thanks to Qingshan, my luck is too bad, either I encountered other people's fighting skills, or I was chased by group monsters, monsters, monsters and birds. If I didn't meet you this time, I would be fierce." Duoji is gone, by the way, where is Qingjun! Do you have any news about him?"
"No, the twelfth brother is a stable person with a delicate mind. He has a second-level high-grade puppet beast and a second-level formation. He should be fine."
They chatted and learned that Wang Qingshan had surrendered a second-tier high-grade mutated three-headed cunning, and Wang Changhao was extremely envious.
"Aunt Ninth, Uncle Eighteen, Sanshou is more familiar with the situation here, it is about to take me somewhere, let's go on the road together! It's safer this way."
Naturally, Wang Ruyan and Wang Changhao would not refuse Wang Qingshan's proposal.
Wang Qingshan's strength is strong, and with Wang Qingshan, their survival rate is even greater.
They put away the body of the Two-Headed Crow and sat on the back of the Three-Headed Crow together.
"Roar!"
The three cunning let out a loud roar, beat their wings fiercely, and a gust of wind blew up into the sky, turning into a golden light and flying high into the sky.
(End of this chapter)
