Chapter 143 Middle Grade Spirit Mine

puff!

There was a crisp sound, and blood flashed.

Just as Lu Yangrong turned around, his head was pierced by a flying sword, and his corpse was on the spot!

Feijian kept castrated, and continued to stab at the few people behind, and Su Zimo was the first to bear the brunt.

Su Zimo's spiritual sense had already warned him, and he immediately took out the Hanyue Saber, slashed with a backhand, and slashed heavily on the oncoming flying sword, smashing it down.

The speed of this sword is too fast, it is obviously not a Qi trainer shot!

If Su Zimo wanted to use the flying sword to resist, he had to use a sword formation, but it took a little longer to set up the sword formation and could not cope with the sudden situation in front of him.

Lu Yangrong's blood splashed both Su Zimo and Guan Jin.

Except for Su Zimo, the remaining three people were all stunned on the spot, their eyes full of horror.

Even with a cold heart, his expression was a little flustered at this time.

Everyone can't imagine that a person who was talking to everyone with a smile just now became a corpse in the blink of an eye!

Swish! Swish!

Two more sword lights flashed, targeting Su Zimo and Guan Jin.

At this time, Guan Jin was dumbfounded, and the talisman held in his palm was not crushed immediately.

Su Zimo stretched out his palm, dragged him behind him, and shouted, "Go back!"

when! when!

Su Zimo backhanded two swords, and once again shook the two flying swords that were stabbed.

The power of these two swords is not small, and the person who shoots it is at least in the early stage of foundation building!

The situation has changed, and the previous speculations of Lu Yangrong and Guan Jin are all invalidated.

In this spiritual mine, there are at least three Foundation Establishment cultivators, and these three people don't care about the Misty Peaks at all, the shot is the ultimate move, and there is no mercy!

Only then did Guan Jinsan react.

Guan Jin immediately crushed the amulet, and a curtain of light shrouded the surroundings, with Lengrou and Little Fatty quickly withdrawing to the outside.

From the depths of the cave, there was a sound of clothes breaking through the air. Listening to the sound, there were a lot of people!

The people inside saw that Feijian could not kill Su Zimo and others, and they had already chased after them.

While Su Zimo retreated, he drew out a large blood-colored bow.

Long before Wufeng competed, Su Zimo had already made the Hanyue Knife and the Blood Crystal Bow into low-quality spiritual weapons.

In a blink of an eye, three sharp arrows were already wound.

call out! call out! call out!

Three cold lights did not enter the darkness of the cave, and the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air sounded.

"Ah! Ah!"

Two screams came, and another sharp arrow was blocked.

"Everyone be careful!"

In the depths of the cave, a man said something.

In this small hole, there was not much space for the monk to dodge, and Su Zimo's bow and arrow caused a lot of damage.

After running with all their strength, after a while, Su Zimo and the others saw the sun again.

When they came outside, several people were shocked.

I saw the group of blood-eyed crows that just flew out of the heads of the crowd, and at this time they were attacking Xiaohe and Linghu, constantly biting.

Xiaohe is a spirit demon after all, and under the siege of the blood-eyed crow, he can still protect himself.

But Linghu didn't know how to fly, and he had multiple injuries on his body.

"Wind of Ice!"

Seeing this scene, Leng Rou pinched the spirit art with her hands, scolded lightly, and pointed to the air.

A gust of cold wind came out of nowhere and passed over the blood-eyed crows. Many crows were covered in frost and fell one after another. They fell to the ground, torn apart and already dead.

This is the power of magic!

Because of the cold shot, Xiaohe rushed out of the tight encirclement, panting slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

It stayed in the sect all the year round, where have I seen such bloody killing scenes.

"You sit on Xiaohe and leave this place temporarily!"

Su Zimo said quickly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

At this moment, there was a burst of arrogant laughter from the depths of the cave.

A group of people came out of the cave, and the leader was wearing a gray robe, and said loudly: "No one of you can leave today, just stay here for me!"

"The late stage of foundation building!"

The little fat man's pupils contracted violently and exclaimed.

The gray-robed cultivator who spoke turned out to be in the late stage of Foundation Establishment!

And among them, Lu Yangrong, the only one in the middle stage of foundation building, had already died in the mouth of the spiritual mine.

Not only that, but a steady stream of cultivators came out of the cave. At a glance, there were more than 30 people!

What's terrifying is that all the more than 30 cultivators are foundation cultivators!

Except for the gray-robed monks who were in the late stage of foundation building, nine of them were in the middle stage of foundation building, and the rest were in the early stage of foundation building, and there was not a single Qi practitioner!

"It's over!"

Guan Jin looked at the more than 30 foundation-building cultivators who surrounded them, his face was pale, and his heart was full of despair.

The little fat man was holding the giant axe in one hand and the flying sword in the other, looking nervous.

The cold Feijian hangs in front of him, although his expression is cold, his palms are also full of sweat.

Of the four present, only Su Zimo remained calm and looked around.

"We are Misty Peak cultivators, who are you!" Guan Jin took a deep breath and asked sternly.

"Ha ha."

The gray-robed cultivator at the head chuckled, his eyes full of mockery, and raised his eyebrows: "Is Misty Peak so amazing? Yesterday, there was a Misty Peak disciple who didn't have long eyes, and he was killed by me!"

Sure enough, the sect disciple who sent the letter had already died.

As early as when Lu Yangrong died in the cave mansion, Su Zimo realized that today's things would never be good.

Guan Jin still held a glimmer of hope, showing his weakness first, and said, "Friends of Taoism, what you are planning is nothing more than the spiritual mine in front of us. We just give up on Misty Peak. Why do we need to kill them all?"

"Besides, the spirit mine in front of me is just a low-grade spirit mine, and it's useless to us, hehe." Guan Jinqiang laughed.

"Low-grade spirit mine?"

The gray-robed cultivator shook his head and sneered: "Correct a little, this place is a mid-grade spirit mine!"

"what?"

Guan Jin's expression changed, and he finally realized why all the cultivators who appeared were Foundation Establishment cultivators.

If it was a mid-grade spirit mine, it would be enough to attract the foundation-building cultivators!

If you know in advance that this is a mid-grade spiritual mine, the disciples sent by Misty Peak are definitely the strongest among the inner disciples, and may even be led by inheritance disciples!

Su Zimo never spoke, and watched with a cold eye.

He looked carefully, and the more than 30 foundation-building cultivators in front of him were dressed in different clothes, and they didn't have any identity tokens. They were obviously loose cultivators.

What exactly brought this group of loose cultivators together to snatch the spiritual mine here?

The gray-robed cultivator in front of him alone might not be qualified enough.

Although he was powerful in the later stage of Foundation Establishment, other people could not follow him and take risks, thus offending Misty Peak.

Guan Jinqiang calmed down and said solemnly: "Fellow Daoists, it's true, we have already sent a message to the sect, and my cultivator will come soon..."

"Hehe, you were already a bunch of dead people at that time."

Before Guan Jin finished speaking, he was interrupted by the gray-robed monk.

The gray-robed cultivator said with a smile: "Also, by the time your Misty Peak cultivator arrives, we will have already left."

"Hahaha!"

The surrounding base-building cultivators laughed wildly.

The gray-robed cultivator stared at Guan Jin's face, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and asked with a smile, "Also, fellow Daoist, haven't you noticed any problems in your body?"

Thank you for my ignorance, Nuo's reward~