Chapter 675 Siege
Yu Hanyan and Xiaozhu went downstairs together, and Gong Yunxiu came slowly.
Everyone sat down, picked up the bowls and chopsticks and ate.
There was nothing strange on Yu Hanyan's face, but Qin Yan knew how much he knew about her. He only glanced at her a few times and knew that Xiaozhu certainly did not agree.
This is normal. Any successful master comes with a persistent spirit. Everyone has a unique understanding and insight and will never deny his own path. Although Xiaozhu's spiritual cultivation is not high, it has also been cultivated step by step over the years. If she is asked to destroy herself, I'm afraid it is absolutely impossible. Qin Yan would not have agreed.
This meal was very dull.
In silence, a gust of wind blew from outside the hall, mixed with ice crystals, and the chill soaked his cheeks. The four people sitting here all have true body protection. The small snow particles that came together seemed to hit an invisible film and melted into the air at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, although the spiritual fluctuation contained in it quickly disappeared, it brought Qin Yan an extremely familiar feeling.
His mind moved, and his huge consciousness expanded, covering the area of several miles in an instant. Therefore, the war that was breaking out in the east of the town was clearly reflected in front of him.
Many martial arts masters besieged the two.
The two people trapped in the heart, one is a gray swordsman, whose sword is like electricity. Although he is limited to a narrow circle by the masters, his body is still extremely fast, protecting another companion. The sword light in his hand flashes horizontally, and every sword brings blood and screams. His companion, dressed in green armor and sackcloth, was a warlock, shrouded in thick ice fog, saying words in his mouth, and his staff lifted large pieces of crystal snowflakes. The ice crystals condensed spears penetrated one human body after another. Countless injured were not dead for a moment and still screaming in the cold wind, and those who heard it were all creepy.
Qin Yan recognized the warlock in sackcloth at a glance, which was Fang Yiyuan. Qin Yan, another gray swordsman, did not know his name, but also felt the unique taste of the mother-in-law from his moves and breath. And the gray dress on the swordsman is the iconic dress of the master of the magic door.
'What are these two people doing here?' Qin Yan felt that Fang Yiyuan and the gray swordsman should come for themselves.
Generally speaking, only when the door owner personally issues an order will he be dispatched. The last time Qin Yan came out of the door, he was escorted by a master of the dark hall. Later, he was ambushed by the righteous heroes in Cen Guanling. The master of the dark hall was killed, and Qin Yan almost survived. This time, was it that the Blood Wolf Monk heard that he had got the fairy law of Jiuxiao Zifu and specially sent someone to respond?
Fang Yiyuan and the gray swordsman were besieged by many masters, but the quality of these masters was obviously not comparable to that of the heroes in Cen Guanling. Dozens of people were suppressed by them. They were too late to break through Fang Yiyuan's ice wall ice mirror, but their defense line was washed away by the gray swordsman.
Those guys who claim to punch many provinces and half of the sky of the sword town can hardly catch a sword. They either opened their belly or broke their hands and feet, and lay on the ground and howled face to face. The gray swordsman deliberately kept these people's lives, that is, to let them roll around on the ground, disrupt their own formation, and make it easier for him to do it.
And the range of Fang Yiyuan's spell is also getting larger and larger, gradually covering most of the streets. The heroes did not distinguish us from us in the vast fog, which was even more chaotic.
After a fierce fight for a long time, he saw heavy casualties, and someone shouted in the cold fog: "Withdraw!"
The masters of the rivers and lakes hurriedly withdrew from the fog, and let the gray swordsman take away several people's lives in the chaos. The heroes with a life did not even dare to pay attention to their groaning companions on the ground. They put aside a few harsh words and hurried away.
After the people left, the ice debris cold current washed the battlefield over and over again, and the fog gradually dissipated until the injured were silent.
Fang Yiyuan lowered his staff and looked around: "Are they all dead?" There are many ways to breathe and breathe in the world, and it is difficult to judge life and death from the surface alone.
The swordsman in gray came to the ground in silence, picked up a corpse with a thin sword in his hand, and added a sword to everyone's throat and heart.
He walked slowly to an overturned carriage. This carriage was the starting point of the battle, beating the most fiercely, and the most corpses nearby. At that time, the gray swordsman thought that there were some important figures hidden in it and wanted to rush in several times, but he was blocked by the martial arts people desperately, and he himself suffered several deep wounds here. Later, he had to give up this idea and left the carriage, which wiped out the other party's fighting spirit little by little.
Until now, the gray swordsmen are still curious about what is hidden in the carriage, so that those people can guard it regardless of life and death.
He picked up the cracked red board with his sword, and the brass boxes stacked in the carriage immediately came into sight. He took out a box, lifted the lid, and suddenly dazzled his eyes.
"Is it gold?" Fang Yiyuan was also surprised. With his cultivation, he was also dazzling and dared not look directly at the things in the box.
The swordsman in gray replied, "No, it's a scripture."
"How can the scriptures have such a bright light?" Fang Yiyuan couldn't help looking forward.
"It is a true sutra that has been blessing by the Buddha--" As soon as the gray swordsman opened his mouth, he suddenly felt a chill in his eyes and immediately instinctively raised the bronze box in his hand to block his face. "Oh!" The sharp blade pierced the brass effortlessly and quickly pulled it out, and a dark figure dancing in the pearly light was faintly visible. The gray swordsman retreated quickly, and the shadow followed, forcing him not even to wave his sword to fight back.
The copper box rolled in the air, and more than a dozen scriptures fell to the ground, making a sound like gold and iron, but no one looked at them again.
The two figures retreated and chased, and retreated to Fang Yiyuan in the blink of an eye. The assassin suddenly abandoned the gray swordsman and turned into a dark shadow and shot away at Fang Yi. His figure seemed to suddenly shrink to only one ball, successfully passing through the sword light stabbed behind the gray swordsman, and handed the ferocious blue dagger to the mage's throat.
Fang Yiyuan's eyes reflected a cold knife light, but he did not dodge. He just raised a finger, and the crystal luster quickly expanded, just blocking the tip of the blade and making a crisp sound. It was a highly condensed ice force, emitting a diamond-like luster. The dagger that can easily pierce the copper box can't leave any trace on this small piece of ice.
In a short period of their power impact, a layer of ice had spread over the assassin's arm, and half of his body stiffened. He quickly withdrew his hand and leaned back. The roaring cold current had surged, and his whole vision was only white. His figure twisted into a dark ball again in the storm, flickering in the sword light from the side, and ran out more than ten meters after a breath.
Fang Yiyuan witnessed the whole process of his withdrawal from the war circle and exclaimed faintly: "The little doll's body is good!"
The ghostly wandering figure of the assassin also paused slightly because of this sound, revealing its real shape. A sense of shame surged into his heart. He turned around, looked deeply at the teenager shrouded in green sackcloth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good boy..."