Chapter Seventy-Three

As soon as the sword array broke, the magic weapons in the sky smashed towards the three of them like a storm, Nangong Yifeng had already lost his rationality with anger, and his eyes swept forward with red eyes.

Where the purple hammer passed, several magic weapons in a straight line couldn't resist one after another, and they were fiercely spread out, floating in the air and making a wailing sound.

The Sun Bird waved its wings, and with a chirp, it greeted several magic weapons, but there were many magic weapons in the air, and they couldn't resist all of them at all, and the remaining dozen magic weapons roared towards Cheng Qian and Nangong Qin, who was half-lying on the ground.

Nangong Qin's miserable white face was already colorless, and he used all his strength to shoot the colorful silk in his hand and shoot the magic weapon to meet the attack, but he was still powerless, a dry cough, and a mouthful of arrow blood spurted out.

Seeing this, Cheng Qian's face sank, and as soon as he used his light body technique, his figure flashed and instantly came to Nangong Qin's side, and without thinking about it, he hugged Nangong Qin's waist, picked him up and hid backwards, and got into the middle of the sky.

I saw that the colorful silk was thick under the many magic weapons, and it did not resist a bit, and a wail was torn to pieces, and suddenly there was a rumbling sound where Nangong Qin was just now, and dust flew all over the sky.

Fortunately, Cheng Qian's shot was timely, otherwise Nangong Qin would have been torn apart by many magic weapons at this time.

Nangong Qin, who was lying in Cheng Qian's arms, spurted out another mouthful of blood, and the colorful silk thick magic weapon connected to his mind was destroyed, and his originally injured body was surging again.

Cheng Qian looked at the woman in his arms, slapped his free hand on the storage bag, took out a jade bottle, poured out a few white pills, and stuffed them into Nangong Qin's mouth.

Then Nangong Qin's face improved a lot, and she still said with difficulty: "Thank you Cheng Daoyou for saving me." Then he felt that something was wrong, and found that he was in the arms of a certain man, and immediately bowed his head in embarrassment.

However, Cheng Qian felt that there was nothing, they were all people, something, and then he smiled slightly: "It's okay, we are grasshoppers on a rope now, and no one can be fine." ”

In fact, Cheng Qian is not a cold-blooded person, although he is never soft in the face of the enemy, but he must be the enemy of the Nangong family and many disciples, and it is related to himself, it is not that he is so high in the first line of the sky, and there will be no current crisis, so he still feels a little guilty about the Nangong brothers and sisters in his heart, and he can't watch them fall.

Besides, if it weren't for Nangong Yifeng, if he was trapped in the sword formation, he wouldn't know how to break the formation.

The woman in her arms didn't speak at this time, and kept burying her head in Cheng Qian's chest, unable to see her expression at this time.

And Cheng Qian probed his divine sense out of the sky, only to see that Nangong Yifeng had already fought with the disciples of all factions, and he seemed quite struggling, and then his face sank, and he put the woman in his arms on the ground, ready to rush out to help, and then he turned his mind again, slapped it on the storage bag with one hand, took out several jade bottles, and put them in front of Nangong Qin.

Then he looked into the depths of the sky, as if he was afraid that someone would come out again, so he took out a few needle flags casually, and the aura was instantly inserted around Nangong Qin, and a layer of faint blue light flashed, hiding Nangong Qin's body in it, and blending with the surrounding scenery, as if there was no one here.

"Heal yourself here, be careful. Lightly dropped a sentence, and the figure rushed out of the sky.

At this time, Nangong Yifeng has already fought with many disciples, worthy of being a monk in the foundation building period, he has insisted on it for so long under the great power, although he is at a disadvantage, but there is no mortal threat, but his face is not very good-looking, extremely pale, obviously the thing called Fu Bao is quite consuming mana.

The many disciples who were besieging Nangong Yifeng saw Cheng Qian come out, and they rushed towards Cheng Qian in another wave.

Cheng Qian was also slightly shocked when he looked at the scene of such a large lineup, and felt a little bitter in his heart, a bitter battle was inevitable.

Even if he is defeated, rescuing Nangong Qin is already benevolent and righteous, and he has no guilt in his heart, and he can run away at any time when he sees that the situation is not good.

"Hmph!" Cheng Qian snorted coldly, slapped his waist, and a blue light swept forward with an arc wrapped all over his body.

Together with the blue flying sword, it flashed an arc of lightning and rushed towards many magic weapons, like a wild horse that had escaped from the reins, rushing into the wolves.

A dragon's roar sounded out of thin air, and suddenly a wave of sound swept forward.

Suddenly, more than a dozen magic weapons flashed, and the low-quality magic weapons had already let out a wail, and many disciples screamed miserably, and they knelt on the ground with their heads in pain. ,

The sonic attack mainly attacks the divine consciousness, but the disciples in front of him are all monks in the Qi cultivation period, and the divine consciousness is not deep in the first place, so just a slight blow will make everyone miserable.

Cheng Qian saw this figure flashing, the Wuji Sword in his hand was close to his back, and where the figure passed, the magic weapons that were stagnant in the air were spread out one after another by the Wuji Sword, and the ones that were not of high quality were directly destroyed.

Quickly rushed into the crowd, just now a person was slightly conscious, opened his eyes, and suddenly found that there was a person standing in front of him, holding up a purple sword with both hands, and slashed down fiercely.

There was a scream, and then many disciples regained their consciousness, and when they saw this scene, they fled backwards in horror.

"Hmph!" Cheng Gan's waist burst out with a brilliant red glow, and he swept forward directly, piercing the three people in a row, and Cheng Gan's figure flashed and swept forward.

"Don't be afraid, he's just a Qi cultivation stage disciple, let's kill him together. I don't know who shouted, and the fear of the crowd was dissipated.

They re-drove the magic weapons and attacked Cheng Qian, Cheng Qian said secretly: "It's not good!"

It was already deep in the wolf's den, and it was obviously too late to escape, and there was an extra dozen talismans in his hand, all of which were crushed, and the ice picks and fireballs in the sky blocked everyone's magic weapons.

However, the Fu Seal Spell dealt with these magic weapons, like a mantis arm turned into green smoke when a car turned into green smoke, and then Cheng Qian made a move that everyone couldn't believe, and even used the light skills of the secular world to dodge the attacks of many magic weapons.

Eight golden rays of light flew behind Cheng Qian, protecting his figure, and another sword pointed at the blue flying sword, and countless arcs shot out.

"Boy, hurry up and come up with a way to get out, otherwise you will definitely die here!" the demon wolf shouted inside Cheng Qian.

At this time, Cheng Qian controlled several magic weapons at the same time, which was already his limit, and at the same time, he had to dodge many attacks, his face had turned pale, and his breathing was a little short.

However, Nangong Yifeng's side was even more difficult, the rune treasure consumed mana at an astonishing speed, and most of the attacks were concentrated on Nangong Yifeng's side, and Cheng Qian was only a small part of it.

But everyone underestimated the power of the rune treasure, more than a dozen magic weapons have been destroyed under the rune treasure, at first there were some people who had the idea of retreating, and they could see Nangong Yifeng again, his face was pale, and it was obviously very difficult to drive this rune treasure.

When they saw that this treasure was so powerful, their faces showed greed, and their desires suppressed reason, and they dispersed their retreats, feeling that so many people surrounded and killed him, and he would definitely die, and it was time to see who owned the treasure.

Sure enough, under the deterrence of Fu Bao, everyone began to regret it, many people did not have a joint force under the obscenity of Fu Bao, and some people were smashed into a puddle of meat by the purple hammer.

Most of the disciples besieging Nangong Yifeng have already fallen under the purple hammer.

However, Nangong Yifeng has now regained his senses, and when he saw the tragic situation in front of him, he still didn't think so, his thoughts flashed, and he exclaimed: "Sister!"

Cheng Qian, who was fighting hard on the other side, heard Nangong Yifeng shouting, and only then did he smile bitterly, and then he remembered that you have a sister, and then shouted when he heard it: "Nangong senior, don't worry that your sister is fine." "Gave a reassuring pill Nangong Yifeng to eat.

When Nangong Yifeng heard Cheng Qian's words, he still looked around, feeling that Cheng Qian was now tied to himself, and there was no need to lie to himself, so he started fighting boldly with confidence.

After regaining his senses, the way of fighting was different, and instead of using rune treasures to attack all the time, he had a dozen more rune seals in his hand.

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