Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 130: Climbing to the top
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Seeing Zhao Jiuge's humble smile and stubborn expression, the two Xuan Luofeng disciples standing in front of them were forced by the pressure of Bai Qingqing, and their hearts were anxious but they did not dare to speak, and their foreheads were a little sweaty.
The group of dozens of teenagers behind them looked blank. Finally, it seemed that they couldn't bear this repressed and humiliated atmosphere. A thin monkey-like teenager in the crowd suddenly roared, with bruised foreheads. He started to crack his eyes and said, "Fear of a fart, so many of us, we are doing it together. Even if they are powerful, there are only three of them. If they are not given the opportunity to make continuous shots, the big deal is that I would rather be beaten down and be willing to suffer. I'm angry."
"Yes, let's go together."
"This Xuantianfeng disciple is too hateful."
"Let's go together, you are right, the big deal is that you can't lose the face of our Xuan Luofeng disciple if you get beaten up."
Driven by this skinny monkey-like teenager, dozens of other Xuan Luofeng disciples also followed suit. They were filled with righteous indignation for a time. The expressions that had been stunned just now ceased to exist, and the spiritual power was reactivated. The aura returned to the surrounding body.
Feeling everyone being driven by their own atmosphere, a touch of pride appeared in the eyebrows of this thin monkey-like teenager, ready to strike while the iron is hot, and then the spiritual power of his whole body was externalized, and the aura covered his whole body, constantly rippling. He wanted to take the lead, and the disciples behind him followed him closely. He didn't believe that ten or twenty people couldn't beat three people.
Thinking about waiting for these disciples who usually look down on him, and defeating the three disciples of Xuan Tianfeng under his own call, this made him tremble with excitement, and his body trembled a few times.
However, a cold snort immediately shattered his dream.
The white and blue face was frosty, his face tense, and the wind flicked up, but this time it was brighter than the last time, and the sharp sword light appeared immediately.
Sw, sw, sw, sw, sw, sw, sw...
In the blink of an eye, seven sword auras spouted directly toward the lean monkey-like teenager with an indomitable momentum.
The thin monkey-like young man's eyes revealed horror. At this time, he can feel the surging spiritual power that is rushing on his face. Others may not feel it, but he deeply understands that he is in these seven swords. At the center, he feels like Ye Guzhou, isolated and helpless in the sword light like a storm, and he will break the boat at any time.
He didn't give him too much time to react, so he could only subconsciously use the released spiritual power to tightly wrap his body. But the power brought by the spirit weapon is still so overbearing.
This time, Bai Qingqing's shot was not as gentle as before, deliberately suppressing her own strength, because the behavior of this lean monkey-like Xuan Luofeng disciple completely angered Bai Qingqing!
He didn't even have a magic weapon in his whole body. He was instantly overwhelmed by this turbulent offensive. First, the dazzling aura was immediately broken by the sword energy, and then all the green robes on his body broke apart. The object flew towards the sky, and looking around, the young man's arm was cut because of the resister's sword energy.
A scream of weeping resounded through this mountain forest, echoing in my ears, long-term reluctance to disperse, making the faces of the teenagers behind him pale, once again afraid to act rashly, although this lean and monkey-like teenager , Still standing, but his two arms were cut off by sword energy! The blood slowly let go of speed after the initial spurt.
In the sky, several auras appeared in the sky above this mountain forest. Some disciples wearing church costumes were driving flying swords, constantly hovering in the air, watching this scene with dignified expressions. If Bai Qingqing continued to take action, If they do something tough, they will stop it without hesitation, because death is not allowed in the training camp. Today, there are hundreds of disciples who are in charge of the church hovering in the air to inspect and watch some situations.
But there is no need for Bai Qingqing to continue to take action, the situation of the scene has already come to an end.
After three of the seven sword lights hit the lean monkey-like young man, the other four remained undiminished and headed towards the group of Xuanluofeng disciples behind.
The few people standing in front of them who couldn't dodge were immediately hit, screaming, and a few blood sprayed from their bodies, but the injuries were not very serious.
The blades of grass on the ground are still stained with blood. These immature teenagers have seen this kind of scene, and some are already trembling. At first glance, they lack experience and have not seen the outside world.
"I'll say it again, hand over the bunting and roll yourself, otherwise they will be your fate." The voice was cold and murderous, while Bai Qingqing stared at the few who were lying on the ground immobile.
At this moment, a dozen of Xuan Luofeng's disciples removed the already immobile young man, and the rest of them were already scared and didn't hesitate, and immediately put the colorful flags hanging on their waists on the ground.
After that, without looking back, with his legs flying, he turned and ran behind him. Those disciples who lost the bunting would naturally be taken away by the church disciples who were patrolling.
However, there was a figure whose eyes flickered. Some thieves secretly looked at Zhao Jiuge and the three of them. When they saw that the three were not looking at them, they quickly took down the colorful flags hanging from their waists and hid them in their arms. In the crowd who fled in panic, he leaned back, but didn't know if it was because of a guilty conscience that his actions seemed a little stiff.
After running for a few steps, after seeing nothing happened, the young man breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he thought there was nothing wrong with avoiding the catastrophe, a scroll of aura rushed towards him, although he did not look back, but Feeling the sense of crisis in the back, the cold hair on his body was erected.
In the next instant, the thin body of the young man was instantly hit by the flashing light. Behind was a **** flesh and blood, and the clothes of the green sword robe and the flesh were stained with blood. Because of the momentum, the disciple of Xuan Luofeng threw forward to the ground, sliding for several meters with the fallen leaves on the ground.
A clearly visible outline of the mark appeared on the ground, and Bai Qingqing didn't show any mercy when he shot, which made Leng Rufeng's impression of Bai Qingqing a lot more profound. At this moment, Zhao Jiuge suddenly understood the brother who had sent him, and told them to clean up the other Liangfeng disciples, as long as they didn't beat him to death. Presumably, Xuan Tianfeng’s disciples have sometimes been beaten like this by other Liangfeng disciples. At first, he thought it was just a simple punch and kick. This has clearly become popular! And the injury is not light.
Except for the few people who were lying on the ground and could not get up, the others fled in a frightened manner. The severely injured disciples weren't life-threatening, and someone would naturally come and take them away later.
Leng Rufeng was still holding the gray flying sword in his hand, and he didn't seem to feel the pleasure. This made his hand holding the flying sword for the first time, a little itchy, and he wanted to find someone to discuss it.
"Hurry up and pick up these colorful flags. After picking them up, continue on the road and go directly to the top of the mountain. These disciples have nothing to bully, they are too weak." Bai Qingqing opened his mouth and ordered. A brief fight is no different to him. Warm up.
Zhao Jiuge looked at the colorful flags lying quietly on the ground, happily ran over to pick them up, and then came to the few Xuan Luofeng disciples who fell on the ground, pulled out the colorful flags from them, and counted them. Count, a total of nineteen sides.
Looking at these colorful flags, Zhao Jiuge seems to be looking at treasures!
Happily ran back to Bai Qingqing's side, proudly showed Bai Qingqing the bunting in her hand, and said with unsatisfactory meaning, "Let’s go, maybe we can meet some other peak disciples, this bunting It’s too easy."
"Go directly to the top of the mountain, my old lady has no time to waste these disciples with a low cultivation level. Even if you get more colorful flags useful, you can only make wedding clothes for others when you go to the top of the mountain. , Waiting for their snipe and clam to fight, they will come to the top of the mountain anyway." Bai Qingqing said with a somewhat helpless expression.
"Okay, then we will hurry up as soon as possible." Although there is still a sense in my heart, but I agree with Bai Qingqing's words and feel that his words are very reasonable, so he curled his lips and agreed.
The three did not pay attention to the scene here, and continued towards the top of the mountain all the way, the breath of the foundation building was not hidden at all, it was directly released, so they did not encounter any strong opponents along the way, even if they met twice. The three of Xuan Qifeng's disciples, Bai Qingqing and Zhao Jiuge Leng Rufeng, also chose to turn a blind eye. There were not many people. Even if they won the colorful flags, there would be no two or three sides, which was a waste of time. The only thing worth mentioning is that when I arrived at the mountainside, I encountered two disciples of Xuan Tianfeng, wearing blue sword robes. They looked a little flustered.
The two disciples of the aristocracy following Mu Zijun’s ass, panicked and seem to be running away. When they saw the three of Zhao Jiuge, they were also taken aback, then hesitated and looked at the three with vigilance. , Left to the side of the three of them, without saying a word from beginning to end.
This made Zhao Jiuge feel a bit funny, but Leng Rufeng was a little unbearable. It was not because of the rules of this training camp. Leng Rufeng did not hesitate to take care of these two disciples, and put them on both sides. The contradiction has been constantly magnifying, big things have never happened, but small things in private have been frictionless, after all, most of the people who suffer are Leng Rufeng's side, after all, resources limit strength.
Seeing some sullen Leng Rufeng, Zhao Jiuge patted Leng Rufeng’s shoulder, and said comfortingly, “Don’t worry, wait until you clean up the disciples of the other two peaks. This time, it’s time to fight with those arrogant and domineering groups. The guy from here is head-to-head, but the last time is endless. If I don’t do anything, I don’t know if I have a chance when I participate in the selection meeting."
Hearing this, Leng Rufeng suddenly raised his head with fiery eyes. He had only wanted to take part in the training camp, but now he heard the news, why is he not excited.
"Every day I know that it is causing trouble, but don't be afraid when it comes. I will have my old lady help you." Bai Qingqing said dissatisfiedly, then smiled. This made Zhao Jiuge always have the illusion that this girl who always claimed to be an old mother, but brilliant as summer flowers, seemed to be two people.
The three people's internal exercises are running, and while the spiritual power is released and continuously consumed, the vortex in the dantian is also continuously recovering the spiritual power. This is the difference between the foundation-building realm and the spiritual transformation realm.
Because the three of them lost too much time in front of them, they didn't stop along the way, relying on the foundation-building realm's cultivation base to walk like flying, holding flying swords.
After more than an hour, I quickly came to the top of Wuhua Peak. Many people I met along the way turned a blind eye. Those disciples who transformed the spirit realm did not pose any threat to them. The only thing that needs to be paid attention to is the foundation construction. Disciple only.
The mountain top of Wuhuafeng is not large, but it has been manually mined.
There is a natural platform of hundreds of square meters. After the excavation by the disciples of Xuantian Jianmen, the top of the mountain is like a flat ground, surrounded by swaying towering trees or tall, or curved around the cliff. , Here, most of the scenery of the entire Wuhua Peak can be seen.
Because of the high altitude of the mountain top, clouds and mists float by from time to time, giving Zhao Jiuge a feeling of being able to pick up stars.
It’s just that when Zhao Jiuge continued to look at the scenery around the top of the mountain, his heart suddenly sank, because there were already a few figures on the other side of the rock platform on the top of the mountain. It seems that they were still late because of the delay on the road. But it doesn't matter, after all, the good show is only beginning now.