584 A Bloody Path(Chapter preview)
"Yun Chujiu, you have repeatedly made our Heaven's Gate sect suffer losses. Everyone in our Heaven's Gate hates you to the bone! Cut the crap and die! Get her!" Su Yanran took a few steps back and signaled for the people of the Heaven's Gate sect to attack.
Yun Chujiu cursed in her heart. This Su Yanran was cunning and hid behind her fellow disciples. Now, she didn't have any good ideas and could only cut a bloody path through.
Yun Chujiu raised her hand and several bolts of lightning struck the disciples in the south. Those disciples didn't expect that Yun Chujiu would actually be able to use lightning. They were caught off guard and were struck directly.
Yun Chujiu didn't care about the attacks from the other three directions at all. Anyway, she had a defensive spirit tool to block them. She continuously fired toward the disciples in the south.
The disciples in the south were stunned for a moment!
We have seen fireballs, wind blades, water arrows, and poison vines before. What the hell is this lightning?! Can a human even use lightning attacks? Or is it purple lightning?
Is this Yun Chujiu really not a human, but a spirit that is animating a corpse?!
Yun Chujiu's spiritual power was slightly higher than theirs. Coupled with the fact that they were caught off guard, Yun Chujiu managed to create an opening. Yun Chujiu ran forward with all her might!
"Chase her! We must kill Yun Chujiu today!" Su Yanran was also extremely shocked. Yun Chujiu had a Thunder Spirit Root, and it was even a Heavenly Thunder Spirit Root! No wonder she had always been one step ahead of me. It turned out that she had been a wolf in sheep's clothing. Damn b*tch! I must kill her. If she was still alive, I would never be able to stand out.
At this moment, Yun Chujiu truly felt what it meant to be cornered! Fortunately, the boots on her feet could help her increase her speed. Otherwise, she would have been caught by Su Yanran long ago due to exhaustion.
Even so, an hour later, Su Yanran caught up again from behind. All kinds of spiritual power attacks flew toward Yun Chujiu's back!
Fireball! Wind Blade! Water Arrow! There were even poison vines that emerged from the ground!
Yun Chujiu's defensive spiritual artifacts were constantly damaged and she even almost crashed into a wall from all the attacks. F*ck, she had finally received some birthday presents, and now they were all f*cking gone! Su Yanran you little b*tch, just you wait. Sooner or later, I will take my revenge!
Just as Yun Chujiu was at her wit's end, three people ran over from the side. They were Feng Ming, Geng Yi, and Shi Xuan.
"Junior Sister Little Jiu, come. We'll take turns carrying you! Get some rest!" Feng Ming carried Yun Chujiu on his back and ran quickly.
When Yun Chujiu saw Feng Ming and the others, she felt that the three of them were like little angels waving their wings. No matter what, if she could take a breather, she did not believe that she could not think of a good way to escape.
Now was not the time to chat. Yun Chujiu did not ask why the three of them had appeared, but instead, she quickly recovered her strength.
When Su Yanran saw Feng Ming and the other two rushing out, she was infuriated. She should not have worried too much at that time and just killed Feng Ming and the others earlier. It was a miscalculation.
The spiritual power of Feng Ming and the other two was higher than most of the people of the Heaven's Gate sect, so their speed was naturally faster than theirs. Although they were carrying Yun Chujiu, she was petite. The three of them took turns carrying her, so they were not caught by the people of the Heaven's Gate sect.
After an hour, Yun Chujiu's physical strength recovered a little, and the four of them were even faster. Gradually, the distance between them widened, and Yun Chujiu finally let out a sigh of relief.
The four of them came up with an escape plan. It was not feasible to keep running like this. It was best to find a place to hide. When the trial was over, it would be easy to send her out of the ancient mine.
