There are countless geniuses in the world of cultivation, but only my junior sister Sha Diao

If it wasn't for protecting Qu Yimian behind it, how could it be in such a mess?

Thinking of this, the expression on his face became more unstable and ferocious.

Shen Weixun raised his hand, not giving him any leniency, and the sword energy took shape and wrapped around it, trying to strangle it on the spot.

Even with the two styles of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin, there were still some fish that slipped through the net and escaped, causing massacres.

In a moment, the ground was covered with blood like a river, and screams were heard in the imperial city.

The faces of the disciples all became solemn.

Gu Xia bit the top-grade Huiling Pill into pieces, then stood with his eyes lowered, still making hand gestures.

"Big Brother, cover me."

Upon hearing this, Shen Weixun dropped one side of his sword in front of her and said simply, "Don't worry."

Gu Xia was really relieved.

The surroundings were lit up with flickering lights, countless runes appeared and kept flying, countless lightning elements emerged, the light blue light flickered, and then it seemed as if an invisible force brought it together to form a vast electric grid, connecting with the thunderclouds above that had not yet dissipated.

In just a moment, the thunder dragon came down and illuminated the entire imperial city.

"what--"

The ghost lord twisted in pain, not caring about the others and kept rolling on the ground. The burning of the thunder was no less painful than the tearing of the soul.

Even Qu Yimian behind him was not spared. She was too close and was also dragged into the thunder.

Fortunately, the other disciples dodged quickly. At this moment, they were still terrified as they watched the man and the ghost in the center of the scene breakdance uncontrollably.

There was a burst of exclamations.

"Holy shit, shit—"

"Damn, attracting thunder with bare hands is so cool!"

After being struck by the thunderbolt, Qu Yimian's whole body smelled of charcoal, and her voice was extremely distorted, "Gu Xia——"

Gu Xia lowered his eyes, his emotions were rare, he looked at her without any emotion, and pursed his lips, "It seems that you are still very energetic, then let's do it again?"

Qu Yimian hid backward in fear, and threw the defensive magic weapons in the mustard bag out recklessly, with various colors of light interweaving.

Gu Xia was so jealous after seeing this.

Damn, she wanted it so badly.

After being struck by the thunder several times in succession, Qu Yimian finally seized the opportunity, exhaled a puff of black smoke, blocked the pot-shaped spiritual weapon in front of him, and threatened loudly, "If you continue to let the thunder strike me, I will die with Gu Lanyi's soul."

WTF?

Gu Xia's pupils shrank suddenly, and she paused for a few seconds to look at the spiritual weapon in her hand.

Seeing her stop, Qu Yimian felt that he had grasped her weakness, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "How about it? My previous proposal is still valid. As long as you hand over the Human Emperor, I will return Gu Lanyi's soul."

"Fair deal, right?"

The disciples tightened their grip on their swords, not knowing whether what she said was true or not, and for a moment they were a little cautious.

However, Gu Xia felt that what she said was true, otherwise she would never be so confident.

It's possible that Gu Lanyi was tricked by her just now.

But handing over the emperor or something——

She turned her eyes slightly and looked at Xie Baiyi on the other side. Receiving her eye signal, Xie Baiyi immediately drew his magic sword, forcing Qu Yimian to dodge sideways.

"Fuck you!!"

Gu Xia kicked the ground and rushed over like an arrow, trying to snatch the thing from her hand.

However, the other party had been on guard and waved his hand to hide the spiritual weapon again.

Gu Xia kicked her in the abdomen without hesitation, and the Huixue Sword in his palm was like frost, stabbing down quickly, accurately and fiercely.

Damn it, even if they couldn’t come to an agreement she would beat Qu Yimian up.

……

Other sword cultivators also gathered around, and the situation was a little overwhelming for a while.

Gu Xia was worried that the thunder would really take Gu Lanyi away with him, so he had to stop trying to attract the thunder.

Then he threw the brick to Xu Xingmu and gritted his teeth, "Second Brother, take this thing and swing it around as you like."

The ghost master was almost turned into a mentally retarded person by the thunder just now.

Now, he was suddenly slapped several times by Xu Xingmu, and his already low IQ became even lower.

It has to be said that heavenly thunder is indeed the nemesis of all evil things.

Gu Xia swung his sword at Qu Yimian's shoulder, shattering the defensive weapon and almost splitting him in half.

She was very annoyed now, and her moves were decisive, aiming to kill Qu Yimian.

Her ears were filled with all kinds of screams and the sharp roars of ghosts, which seemed to hurt her eardrums.

But Qu Yimian wanted to provoke her, "No matter how talented you are, you can't save them, and you can't save Gu Lanyi either."

"With your current spiritual power, you can't use the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin again, right?"

She smiled smugly, waiting to see Xia Wuneng's furious look, and clenched the spirit sword in her hand, intending to kill her when she was emotionally unstable.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Gu Xia suddenly stopped, looked at her with cold eyes, and said calmly, "Really?"

Seeing that she was still at ease, Qu Yimian felt panic in her heart. Could it be that she had some other trump card?

Gu Xia looked at her panicked expression with a hint of amusement and clapped his hands.

The Fu Sheng Sword slid into his palm, and the sword spirit attached to the sword body at the same time. The light of ice and purple flashed, and then gathered into a ball at the tip of the sword, and suddenly enlarged.

Gu Xia thrust out a sword, and a glowing air mass suddenly enveloped the Ghost Lord and Qu Yimian's heads, and strands of dark purple silk threads entangled their bodies.

Xie Baiyi had seen this move of hers before, so he quickly told the others to run back.

Xu Xingmu smacked his lips slightly, "Is it really that exaggerated?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Ye Sui'an slapped him with an Extreme Shadow Talisman, "Just run if I tell you to. Just listen to my advice."

Junior sister has made such a fuss, so we must be extra careful.

As the icy purple ball of light exploded, the 108 compressed sword energies all fell on the two of them, and earth-shaking screams were heard in the extreme light and shadow.

The disciples who were standing at a distance all raised their hands and covered their ears unconsciously.

What happened?

The ghost that was originally fleeing was reduced to ashes the moment it came into contact with the spreading silk thread.

At this moment, the barrier that had been covering the entire imperial city like a city wall also began to crack like cracks in a spider web.

"Damn." Yu Heng was dumbfounded, "So fierce?"

Cen Huan raised his eyes, observed for a moment and concluded, "No, looking at this aura, it seems to have been broken from the outside world."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Doesn’t that prove that the elders have finally arrived?

Xu Xingmu couldn't help but mutter, "People are almost dying. What's the point of them coming?"

If they hadn't cooperated so well, they would have been swallowed by the ghost master and turned into nutrients.

Shen Weixun patted him lightly, "Don't talk nonsense."

No matter what, they are just disciples and have no right to contradict the elders in public.

Although the others didn't say anything, the dissatisfaction in their eyes was visible.

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