frightfiction Chapter 1459 Who wins?
Chapter 1459 Who wins?
Gu Xia fought fiercely inside.
The close associates were arguing wildly outside.
Even the ghost cultivators were momentarily suppressed by the sudden burst of combat power from this group, their arrogance momentarily extinguished.
More than a dozen of his comrades were killed in succession.
"damn it!"
A ghost cultivator had a bloody hole pierced in his shoulder by some sword cultivator, and blood was still gushing out. He gasped for breath, completely puzzled, "Who is that kid who disappeared to them?"
Based on what they had learned, most of the cultivators in those sects were solitary and rarely shared deep feelings with each other, even among fellow disciples.
Why are these disciples acting like they've been injected with chicken blood?
If Gu Xia knew what he was thinking, she would probably kindly tell him a wise saying.
This might be what they mean by sacrificing a teammate to grant boundless power.
"Never mind who they are!" A ghost cultivator who had just climbed out of the pit, one hand gripping the edge, his face covered in dust from the explosive talismans, said viciously, "Why are you fighting with those two brainless sword cultivators? Kill these troublesome talisman cultivators first!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
The man retorted without hesitation, "Do you think I want to be stabbed? Do you think these two stubborn sword cultivators will let me go?"
The two ghost cultivators engaged in a heated exchange, devoid of emotion and filled with insults.
However, only Xu Xingmu and Yu Heng were shot.
Enraged by the insults, the two grabbed their swords and charged into the group of ghost cultivators.
After Yue Ming realized that Gu Xia was missing, he wanted to enter the formation to check the situation. However, the ghost cultivator he was fighting was practicing some kind of technique. His movements were extremely strange and difficult to follow. He could even absorb the cultivation of his dead companions on the ground to replenish himself.
His lips tightened, his expression grew increasingly cold, and with a powerful strike, ghostly energy scattered.
Taking advantage of the gap, Yue Ming flashed to the front of the formation and looked at Gu Lanyi. Fortunately, the sword cultivator had a strong vitality, and with Jiang Chaoxu feeding him pills like a pig, although his face was still pale, he was no longer in danger of dying.
He considered himself a qualified mentor and thoughtfully planned to repay the favor. He nodded slightly to the crowd and said, "I'll go in and see what's going on."
"Wait," Gu Lanyi was the first to object.
Yue Ming was puzzled. "Weren't you worried about Gu Xia?"
He's not really blind. Don't think he didn't see it. Every single one of these kids, including his own disciples, is extremely concerned about Gu Xia's situation.
Gu Lanyi: "..."
He was shocked.
Was Master's brain damaged by a ghost cultivator?
What nonsense are you talking about?
When did he say he was worried about Gu Xia?
“Master, she is currently undergoing tribulation.” The young man reminded him of this fact with a blank expression, but his tone was as respectful as ever. “You… are not as advanced as her yet. If something were to happen to you, you would be the one who would be worried.”
The reputation of the Qingyun Sect has already plummeted, and he doesn't want to lose his master any further for the time being.
Yue Ming, stung by his apprentice's words, was speechless.
Is this disciple still acceptable?
So your sharp tongue skills aren't even spared from his master?
However, some of the other disciples also had some restless thoughts. Li Tingyun decisively walked out of the formation, surrounded by wisps of Daoist charm and a heavy smell of blood. He peeked inside and thought, "I can help you open this formation first."
"With so many of us here, and over twenty pairs of eyes watching, we can't let anyone escape."
Although Gu Lanyi's words made sense, Qu Yimian did indeed seem strange in many ways, and he was a little worried that Gu Xialang might make a mistake.
As for the array patterns with curse marks flowing before her eyes, Li Tingyun examined them carefully and felt more confident.
He was, after all, the future heir of the Xuanming Sect and the legitimate young master of the Li family. His ancestor had previously stuffed a whole bunch of his teachings into his mind.
As the saying goes, real combat is the foundation of progress. During the time he fought on various battlefields, Li Tingyun's progress in various formations was rapid.
His words received several votes of approval from his close associates.
Everything went smoothly, except for one thing that they did not expect: the moment the formation was opened, before Yue Ming could even enter, a huge roar came from inside the formation.
Countless boulders and fragments were blown away, and amidst the ruins, a sword light, pure white and dazzling, illuminated the entire world.
Even those who were still ganging up on the Floating Life Sword, a spiritual artifact left behind by Qu Yimian, subconsciously narrowed their eyes.
The formation dissipated, and the terrifying shock swept indiscriminately over everyone. For a long time, they were all shaken so badly by the sudden shockwave from the center of the formation that they almost had ringing ears.
They could only try to steady themselves, staring blankly at the billowing dust.
what happened?
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Yue Ming nearly drowned out before he even got off to a successful mission. After coughing a few times, he heard Gu Lanyi say softly behind him, "I already said goodbye for now."
"..."
This apprentice can be taken by whoever wants him.
"So... who won?"
The sharp sword light leveled the surrounding area, leaving both sides stunned for several seconds before someone timidly asked the question.
yes?
Who's winning?
The group of disciples quickly began to calculate, putting themselves in the same position as the attack they had just received. After repeated deliberation, they came to a conclusion that they had to admit.
—If it were them, they probably wouldn't even be able to piece the bodies back together.
Now Qu Yimian is completely finished, isn't she?
The next second after that thought crossed their minds, a dark figure suddenly darted through the billowing dust. They initially thought it was Gu Xia, since only she would be so quick and agile as to dart around like that.
As a result, the familiar, irritable voice rang out in everyone's ears:
"Who the hell broke my formation?"
Ah this.
All eyes turned to the same direction.
Suddenly the center of attention, Li Tingyun: "..."
Not good.
Judging from his tone, is Gu Xia going to beat him up?
However, everyone reacted quickly, and Yue Ming's sword flashed out like lightning, attempting to block the path of the dark figure.
The other disciples also took action, ignoring the dumbfounded ghost cultivators. Various sword energies and talismans intertwined, and every move was filled with deadly killing intent.
At the same time, the same thought flashed through my mind:
No way, no way, he's still alive?
It was a conditioned reflex; amidst a sea of incredulous gazes, they saw an extremely disheveled face through the gradually dissipating dust.
His entire body looked as if he had just been pulled out of a pool of blood, even his bones were twisted at a bizarre angle, and he frantically crashed into the various killing moves of the crowd.
"???"
Damn it, he's really not dead. Is this guy a tortoise?
Is their life really that tough?
The disciples were all stunned.
The moment Qu Yimian turned her head, she took in their expressions. Her face was filled with deep-seated hatred, but she had no time to care about them now, as Gu Xia's sword light was already close behind her.
In order to withstand Gu Xia's earth-shattering sword strike, she had used all kinds of magical treasures. If it happened again, she would probably become a victim of his sword.
Qu Yimian gritted her teeth.
No, she absolutely cannot die here.
As Gu Xia emerged from the dust and debris, sword in hand, ready to deliver the final blow, a chill suddenly crept up her back.
In an instant, a sense of crisis that made even her hair stand on end spread throughout her body.
Without thinking twice, Gu Xia mobilized all her spiritual power and raised her voice sharply, "Stand still!"
These words carried a heavy weight of authority, and before the disciples could even react in surprise, they were pinned to the spot. Knowing Gu Xia as she was, they knew she wasn't one to speak without reason.
All the disciples stood obediently in their original positions.
Yue Ming's realm was far higher than theirs, and he didn't take Gu Xia's words to heart. He frowned and was about to continue chasing Qu Yimian when Gu Lanyi grabbed his sleeve tightly.
Yue Ming: "?"
Just as he was about to flick his sleeve, his divine sense suddenly detected a terrifying fluctuation of spiritual energy. His expression changed drastically, and he simultaneously opened a barrier to protect the person behind him.
The spiritual power of the Mahayana and Tribulation Transcending stages protected all the disciples behind him.
Before they even realized what was happening, a deafening explosion rang out from not far away. The violent shock was even greater than Gu Xia's sword strike from the Tribulation Transcending stage. The mountain peaks broke and rocks tumbled down, and they all coughed up blood without any warning.
The overwhelming commotion shook everyone to their core, with many not even understanding what was happening and almost all of them losing their balance.
They looked up.
A burst of pale blue light transformed the entire sky into a landscape painting, yet it also conveyed a sense of breathtaking grandeur.
Only Gu Xia and Yue Ming stood steadily at the front, their expressions suddenly turning cold.
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