292 Lingquanmen young door master

"Little old man, if you meet me today, you can die at ease!"

Qian Bojiang drove a huge yellow sword, chopping at the elders crazily and laughing proudly. Although he was a six-layer foundation, he relied on unexpected raids to suppress a seven-story monk with his proud giant sword middle-level magic weapon.

He can even imagine that in just a moment, he can cut the high-ranking monk into meat mud with the help of other fellow brothers. As long as a seven-story monk is killed, the combat mission of his sneak attack on this trip will be basically completed, and he will definitely be praised by Elder Yan when he goes back to Lingwu City.

Nearby, more than a dozen other monks fought in a group, all of whom were two Qingdanmen monks besieging a Lingquanmen monk.

The five foundation-building monks on the side of Lingquanmen are also the highest cultivation of the elders, reaching the seven floors of foundation. The other four monks are mostly four or five-level middle-level monks, and their strength is not much higher than that of Qingdanmen monks. Moreover, there are as many as nine people in Qingdanmen.

Elder Du was quite embarrassed. Fortunately, he had rich combat experience. While he was not in a hurry to control the branch with his consciousness, resisted Qian Bojiang's crazy attack, and took out a flying rocket from the storage bag and hit it.

"Mong!"

Colorful fireworks exploded in the swamp sky, and it was clearly visible for dozens of miles.

"All elders, I can't stop it. Let's escape first!" Under the fierce attack of the Qingdanmen monks, the Lingquanmen monks barely supported them. They could not hold on and shouted loudly to retreat.

"No one can withdraw. Hold on a little longer. Our people will arrive soon. As long as we have a team to arrive, we will be able to annihde all these spiritual fog monks here.

The elders shouted loudly. There are four team of monks in the swamp. These five are just one of them, and their overall strength absolutely exceeds that of Ye Qin and other Qingdan disciples. The elders knew very well that if they retreated now, the group of Qingdan monks would definitely disappear into the misty swamp again and be difficult to find. He would rather hold on than delay these Qingdan monks here.

At this time, Ye Qin and a fellow monk with three levels of Qingdan were besieging a short monk of Lingquanmen who built five floors.

The short monk's face had already turned pale. Ye Qin's two bundles of fairy ropes alone made it difficult for him to support him, not to mention a Qingdan monk to help. However, he did not dare to escape without permission and ran away without listening to the command. The rules of Lingquanmen punished him extremely severely.

While attacking the short monk, Ye Qin also had enough leisure time to look around the whole battlefield and check the situation. In the current situation, the Qingdan monk has the upper hand. If there is no accident, he can completely defeat the five Wanyue Lake monks in front of him in a moment.

However, the elder released a flying rocket and was obviously asking for help, which really surprised Ye Qin.

"The enemy must still have reinforcements, but I don't know how many there are. Once the enemy reinforcements arrive, even if only three or five foundation monks come, I'm afraid the whole situation will immediately reverse. I'm afraid they didn't kill these monks of Wanyue Lake by themselves, but were killed by them.

Ye Qin thought of this in his heart, and his back suddenly became cold, and his cold hair stood upside down. Now it's time to fight for an inch. You can't delay at all. You can kill a few.

And in his eyes, there was a cold light.

"Dementor Bell!"

Ye Qin took back two bundles of fairy ropes, shouted in a low voice, and threw a palm-sized bronze bell. Seeing the wind rise, it turned into several magnificent bells and suspended in mid-air. Then he flicked his finger. A column of mana beam of magic light shot a muffled sound and bombarded a soul wave at the short monk.

When the short monk saw Ye Qin throwing out the bronze bell, he hurriedly withdrew the magic knife in front of him. He was surprised. He didn't know what the bronze bell was used for. Clock weapons, usually defensive weapons, are rarely used to attack. Then, he snorted at the bombardment of the dementor wave and was stunned. He finally understood what was going on, but it was too late.

"Wow!"

A golden flying sword light shot out. Almost at the same time that the short monk was stunned, the sword and awn passed through his neck and easily pierced the shield. The short monk stepped back several steps and hugged his neck desperately, trying to plug the crack. The crack was getting bigger and bigger, and the blood splashed everywhere, and a big head flew up. The short monk fell down, and his head rolled on the ground with round eyes. Obviously, he was extremely unwilling and died unfairly.

Kill with one blow, clean and neat.

The Qingdan monk was about to attack the short monk, but when he saw that he had been killed with a sword, he couldn't help looking at Ye Qin in shock and speechless. This brother Ye is too fierce. He is too fierce. If there is no means to resist being dizzy, you can't accept it at all.

After Ye Qin killed a Wanyue Lake Boat monk, he didn't say a word and glanced at other small battlefields around him, found the next nearest target, and immediately rushed over. For him, killing anyone is killing. It doesn't matter to pick that first and then kill that.

"Dow!"

"Puff!"

Between breathing, Ye Qin flashed quickly on the battlefield and left as soon as he touched it. Those monks of Lingquanmen were originally struggling to support under the attack of Qingdan monks, and could not withstand Ye Qin's dizzy raid. Once stunned, under the siege of several magic weapons, there is almost no doubt that he will die. In the blink of an eye, another unlucky man who built a four-story foundation died at Lingquanmen. Before he could figure out what was going on, he was killed by dizziness.

There are still three foundation-building monks left in Lingquan Gate.

The elder heard two screams one after another, and hurriedly looked back. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the death of the two fellow doors. This time, he was suddenly stimulated and jumped up, completely collapsed and couldn't stand it. He originally planned to delay the group of Qingdan monks, wait for his reinforcements to arrive, and then encircle and annihrate the group of Qingdan monks in one fell swoop.

The abacus was very good, but his team collapsed so fast that two people were killed in just a few blink of an eye.

Nine Qingdan monks besieged the remaining three Lingquanmen monks, which is not called a battle, but purely a one-sided crazy slaughter. Looking at this situation, they can't support the arrival of reinforcements at all, and they will be screened to death. Of course, it is a good thing to be able to make contributions, but if you want to lose your life, the elder will never want to do it.

"Brothers, let's go!"

Elder Du spit out a mouthful of blood and shot it on his spirit snake staff. For a moment, the blue light of the staff soared, swinging the giant sword of Qian Bojiang. The elder took the opportunity to rush out and jumped to the depths of the swamp. The other two disciples of Lingquan Sect, how dare they delay, made a false move and hurriedly followed the elder to escape.

The monks of Qingdanmen failed to react immediately and surrounded them. Even Qian Bojiang, who was fighting fiercely with the elder of the capital, was shocked by Ye Qin's terrible speed of killing the two enemies in a flash. He was stunned, and his men slowed down and failed to stop the elder from escaping.

When they came to their senses, the elders and other three spiritual spring monks had escaped fifty or sixty feet, and they were about to get into the fog and poisoned.

"Chase!"

Qian Bojiang was in a hurry. Seeing that the fat in his mouth had been escaped, he was not willing to do so. Not only him, but also none of the Qingdan monks are willing to give up. There are as many as nine of them. If they are run away by the three enemies in front of them, it will be a shame to say it.

The monks rushed down, and several ups and downs had been chased hundreds of feet away.

At this time, a fierce roar came from the distance, coming in their direction. As soon as the roar sounded, he saw a pale blue monk coming out of the fog, stepping on the swamp, touching the water, and floating in front of Elder Du.

Then, the two middle-aged guardians also rushed to the side of the monk in blue out of breath. The blue monks drifted so fast in the swamp that it was not easy for them to catch up.

"My subordinates see the young master, and the enemy is in the back, and there are as many as nine people."

When the elder saw the young master appear, he was immediately overjoyed and bowed excitedly. With the young master and two guardians, their strength has increased greatly. At least there is no problem for them to save their lives. The other two monks who followed him fled in embarrassment. When they saw the young master, they hurriedly saluted.

"All elders, where are there two people under your men? Are you separated?" When the monk in blue saw that there were only three people left in their team, he said strangely.

"Two brothers were killed in battle. It's not good for my subordinates to go to war. Please condemn the young master!"

The elders fell to the ground and were extremely ashamed. If he hadn't insisted on waiting for help, the two brothers would not have died in vain. However, he can't be blamed for everything. His plan is right. I can only blame the enemy monk for being too strong, and the bronze bell magic weapon is too strange. In the immortal world of Wanyue Lake, he has never seen such a magic weapon that can dazzle his opponent. When he reacted, two younger brothers had died.

At this time, Ye Qin, Qian Bojiang and nine other Qingdan monks stopped. The sudden appearance of the blue monk and two middle-aged monks in front of him made the enemy's strength soar, and they must be careful.

"Nine foundation-building monks in Cai District, how many spiritual fog monks did I think had come" to sneak up on my camp! Elder Wu, this is the only person, chasing you all over the swamp, isn't it too cowardly? "

The monk in blue snorted with dissatisfaction, with his hands on his back, and looked at the nine Qingdan monks, including Ye Qin and Qian Bojiang, who chased after the elders and others.

His eyes are full of no screen, and there are too few enemies, which makes him very dissatisfied.

The elder was crying with a sad face, bowed his waist, and couldn't say anything in his heart. With the strength of the young master, of course, you can not take the nine foundation-building monks seriously. But he can't. He is just an elder with average strength. He can't be compared with the master of a noble boat.

However, he didn't dare to say this, so he could only nod submissively, "What the young master said is very true, and his subordinates are really a little cowardly. Fortunately, he met the young master to save him, and his subordinates must follow the young master to kill the enemy and make contributions.

"Xingzi, follow me."

The monk in blue waved his hand to interrupt Elder Wu. He glanced at Ye Qin, Qian Bojiang and others, and smiled proudly. He said in a low voice, "Look at your clothes, you should be the monks of Qingdanmen in the Lingwu world, right? Half of them have the cultivation of building a foundation in the middle level, and the level is not bad. However, you are very unlucky to meet the young master of Ben, er, the young master of Benlingquan, lest you die and don't know that you were killed by the young master of the sect of Wanyue Lake. As for who you are, I won't ask you any more questions. Let's come here together. Don't waste the time of the young master. If any of you is lucky enough to escape from the hands of the young master, remember to report to your leader when you go back, and send more people next time, so that you won't die."

Ye Qin stood in place and frowned secretly.

Qian Bojiang, Shen Bao and other Qingdan monks looked at each other in consterance. How could this young master of Lingquanmen be so arrogant?

Including the three elders, and the three young masters, there are only six foundation-building monks. Almost all of them are about the middle level of foundation-building, and they do not have much advantage. Is this young master so sure that he can take them all in one fell swoop?