Chapter 157 Retreating from the Enemy

Chapter 157: Retreat from the enemy

"Whoosh"

The Son-Mother Soul-Chasing Blade returned to the formation and was suspended in front of Liu Yu. The light blue flames on the blade were burning fiercely. With the vitality and soul of a foundation-building monk as fuel, it was obvious that the power had become stronger. increase.

As soon as he thought about it, the Qingyang Demonic Fire condensed into a ball the size of an egg. He opened his mouth and entered his Dantian again.

He reached out and took off the storage bag of the purple-clothed monk and pinned it to his waist. He had no time to check it at this time. Liu Yu, who had freed his hand, flashed towards the other side of the formation and drove the son-mother soul-chasing blade to intercept the last foundation builder. The monk's attack in the mid-term.

"ding ding"

The mother-child soul-chasing blade clashed fiercely with a white bone staff. This bone staff seemed to be made of the thigh bone of some kind of monster. The surface was white and smooth, but extremely hard. The mother-child soul-chasing blade's attack fell on Not a trace fell on it.

This magic weapon is somewhat similar to the magic weapon used by demon cultivators, but the five major sects of Chu are all neutral sects and do not taboo these things. As long as they do not engage in large-scale blood sacrifices to mortals and massacre of low-level monks, it will not Punished and hunted.

Therefore, it can be used openly, and there is no need to be as sneaky as on the righteous territory.

"boom"

The white bone staff was surrounded by a faint black mist, and the aura suddenly surged and pushed back the Soul-Chasing Blade four to five feet. Just as he was about to pursue the victory, more than a dozen fire snakes, ice needles, wind blades and other spells came at him. It will have to pause for a while to wipe out these spells.

Although Liu Yu's cultivation was a small level lower than that of the enemy cultivators, with the assistance of the formation and several Qi Refining Stage disciples, he was able to temporarily withstand the attacks of the enemy cultivators, even if one or two attacks occasionally fell on the formation. It doesn't hurt either.

Yan Hongyu noticed the situation here and saw that Liu Yu actually killed an enemy monk in the foundation building stage. A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. She did not expect that a guy who had just been promoted to foundation building for a few years could actually kill his fellow monks. As a high-level monk, even if there are elements of enemy cultivators being careless and using Yin Leizi to take advantage of him, it also shows that this person is extraordinary.

"Maybe he really deserves the dress?"

This thought flashed through Yan Hongyu's mind, and her eyes softened slightly when she looked at Liu Yu, but this thought only passed away in a flash.

Monks from families like them have too many things to consider.

She immediately gathered her mind and focused her main energy on the confrontation with Lu Fubin's spiritual weapon. The fighting method was dangerous and unpredictable, and it was taboo for him to be distracted.

When Cao Mengyu saw that the enemy's foundation-building monk was beheaded, she looked at Liu Yu with a strange look. However, controlling the formation required concentration, and she was not allowed to think too much at this time.

As for the other foundation-building monks of Yuanyang Sect, their eyes changed slightly when they saw Liu Yu's achievements. Originally, they still looked down upon a new foundation-building monk, but now they have completely taken it seriously and placed it on the same level. status.

This world is, after all, a world of immortality where great power belongs to oneself. What kind of status a person is in ultimately depends on his strength!

As for the many monks in the Qi Refining Stage, their spirits have been greatly boosted, their morale has improved a lot, and their attacks have become sharper and faster, without any hesitation in mana.

"Ding"

Liu Yu controlled the Son-Mother Soul-Chasing Blade to fight against the enemy monk again. In this confrontation, he was only slightly at a disadvantage, and the magic weapon was not repulsed.

He could clearly feel that the power of the enemy cultivator's attacks was not as good as before. This was certainly not because the opponent's strength had declined, but because he had judged that it was impossible to capture the elixir garden and had the idea of ​​conserving his strength.

After all, if you can practice to the foundation-building stage, there are very few people who don't understand the brain and only know how to act recklessly. It is the most correct thing for a noble student of the immortal way to find a way to protect yourself and preserve your strength when you see things.

Of course, Liu Yu would not expose it, but actively cooperated. The Son-Mother Soul-Chasing Blade quietly withdrew a bit of its power before taking action. This caused the collision of the two magic weapons to appear loud and loud, but in reality the power was not. a bit.

The two of them reached a rare tacit understanding, but it was difficult for other monks to see that there was something fishy on the surface.

Taking the spiritual weapon that transformed into a big black bird back into his hand, Lu Fubin's face was uncertain, and he looked at Liu Yu in the formation with deep malice.

The sneak attack on the elixir garden failed, but he lost a fellow foundation builder, which made him extremely angry. When he returned to the camp, he didn't know how to explain it to the purple-clothed monk's family.

"This idiot!"

Cursing secretly in his heart, Lu Fubin couldn't help but have a headache when he thought of this, which made Liu Yu also feel resentful.

The monk's spiritual sense is extremely sharp. Liu Yu's innate spiritual sense is a bit sharper than other monks. He is also a monk in the foundation building stage. During the fight, he felt a strong malice.

Liu Yu didn't turn his head, and glanced directly in the general direction with his consciousness, and happened to see a pair of malicious, cold and cruel eyes.

Controlling the Son-Mother Soul-Chasing Blade with her mind, Liu Yu met Lu Fubin's gaze without fear.

His pupils were dark and deep, and his eyes were calm and emotionless. He had black robes, black hair, and black eyes. He glanced at Lu Fubin coldly and then withdrew his gaze. His aura was not inferior to anyone else's.

"Demon nature."

The moment they looked at each other, Lu Fubin's heart trembled for unknown reasons. From this young foundation-building monk, he felt the demonic nature of many notorious old demons. He was only self-centered, did not follow the rules, and was lawless. This This kind of magic impressed him deeply.

Although the man in front of him is still a little young, there is already a ray of demonic nature taking root in his heart, which will one day be revealed in front of everyone.

"withdraw!"

After taking a deep look at the young man who killed the purple-clothed monk and remembering his appearance in his mind, Lu Fubin turned his head and uttered a word coldly, casting some kind of sound spell, and the words echoed in the ears of the monks on the Hehuan Gate side.

"yes!"

More than twenty monks in the Qi Refining Stage suddenly accepted the order, took back their magic weapons and slowly retreated. They did not give up the attack completely, but still released spells to attack the formation one by one, staring closely at the Yuanyang Sect members inside the formation. , to prevent the opponent from chasing you out and attacking.

Several foundation-building monks did not have so many scruples. They had long been mentally prepared. When they heard an order, they took back their magic weapons and spiritual weapons and gathered around Lu Fubin.

"snort!"

Lu Fubin nodded slightly to several foundation-building monks, exchanged eyes for a while, and then waved the giant black tiger, which had transformed into a spiritual weapon, into a long black stick again, and gently turned back to his side.

After taking a deep look at the Yuanyang Sect cultivators in the Black Water Extreme Wind Formation, Lu Fubin took the lead in flying towards the north with his spiritual weapon.

The remaining eight foundation-building monks followed closely behind, and finally twenty or thirty Qi-refining stage monks followed sparsely behind using the escape light.

"Senior Sister Yan, do we want it?"

Someone asked tentatively. Including another group of three foundation-building monks who arrived at the end, the six foundation-building monks all looked at Yan Hongyu, waiting for her, the chief, to make a decision.

As for the monks in the Qi Refining Stage, they were still dealing with the final spell attacks from the Hehuanmen monks on the edge of the formation. They were not qualified to participate in the discussion.

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit heavy. The No. 6 elixir garden was suddenly attacked. Although it was safe in the end, everyone was in a bad mood and their faces were a little gloomy.

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