With doubts like this, Qi Yi not only didn't know but was even very proud, feeling that he had thought of a good solution.

Qi Yi Divine Soul Sword, walking through the herd of demon beasts, constantly harvesting beast heads.

With a sword and a hundred heads, it seems that the efficiency is much higher than that of senior brothers and uncles.

You see, doesn't that work very well?

However, the smoke and rain realized a hint of strangeness.

No, if this method works, it can't be eliminated.

Soon, Qi Yi was hit hard after handing out a sword.

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Qi Yi's eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground.

This is the punishment for not listening to the old man.

However, he was not on the battlefield... How did it get hurt?

"Xiao Qi (husband), what's wrong with you?" Yan Yuyu and Yan Aoki hurriedly helped Qi Yi up.

"The sword is broken. ”

Qi Yi's face was gloomy, and he breathed quickly.

He knew exactly what was happening, the sword's connection with him was severed.

Imperial Arts, Divine Soul Relics.

Qi Yi's sword is his natal magic weapon, the grade is high, and the ink sea is top.

Basically, it can be said that his sword is only inferior to artifacts such as the Ancient Slashing Divine Sword.

Actually, in this group of inconspicuous beasts, it was broken?

Unbelievable!

What monster beast can have such great power?

Qi Yi felt a sharp pain, and then his soul was torn apart, and he lost contact with the sword.

There was no sign of it.

Yan Yu and Yan Aoki understood.

"Husband, just now Uncle Shi specially told you not to interfere, look at you, if you are disobedient, the sword is gone. ”

Yan Aoki was really distressed and angry, and he wanted to punch Qi one by one but was afraid of hurting him.

Yan Aoki remembered that Qi Yi once said to him very proudly that this was the best sword in Qi Yi, and there was no one.

It's okay now, the best sword is broken, and the sword body doesn't know where it was taken by the demon beast.

"Heal your wounds, Xiao Qi, you should watch the battle well. ”

Messing up, huh?

Smoke and rain shook his head.

In fact, when Qi Yi's sword broke, it was not that no one saw it.

That uncle saw the whole process of the sword breaking.

An unknown demon beast with sharp limbs and sharp teeth waited until the flying sword flew in front of its eyes, and unexpectedly grabbed the flying sword.

The two limbs were mistaken with great force, and they were broken.

Then he swallowed the fragment of the flying sword into his belly, and fled far away, hiding in the herd.

He saw it all.

However, he has more important things to do at the moment, and he can't leave this place for a single step.

Therefore, he could only watch as Qi Yiyi's best sword became the trophy of the demon beast.

There's no way, who let the white man be disobedient and still hold on to him like this?

Those who are tempted on the brink of death deserve it.

Fortunately, suffering losses is a blessing, at least not fatal, isn't it?

None of the survivors of the north wall were clever.

Playing smart, winning for a while, not winning for a lifetime, sooner or later will die, the same is true for the face of demon beasts.

He saw with his own eyes that no less than a hundred monks had died because of Edgeworth.

Qi is alone on the wall, and his luck is already very good.

Otherwise, if he was on the battlefield and an injured man was slow to move, he would soon be engulfed by the black and oppressive herd, and his bones would not survive.

After the smoke and rain ended, his expression became solemn, and he looked at the battlefield intently.

This battle may not be the invincible Terran monks on the surface.

Soon, someone among the Terrans was injured.

"Ah~"

After a miserable scream, Yan Yu saw several demon beasts knock a disciple of the Qi Sect to the ground.

In an instant, there were no bones left.

"How did you get hurt?" Yan Aoki didn't see clearly, and when she heard the screams and heard the voice, there was no trace of the Qi sect disciple on the ground.

"There are powerful demon beasts hiding in the beast tide and sneaking up. The smoke and rain saw the reason clearly and explained.

Just now, Yan Yu saw a gray figure close to the ground and approached the Qi Sect disciple.

Then, a faint white light flashed upward, and his arm was severed.

By the time the screams came out, it was already too late, and the other demon beasts in front of them pounced directly.

Although he was a mortal monk, he was caught off guard and had his hand cut off, and it would take a little time to reunite a novice.

There were so many demon beasts that they didn't give him time to react before they disrupted the rhythm of his attack.

And those demon beasts that didn't seem to have any cooperation put him to death when there was a gap on the side of his severed hand.

In the light of a stone and fire, the life of a top Terran monk was gone.

One moment he was still a bloody warrior, and the next moment it was like a flash in the pan and disappeared.

"He died like that?"

Qi Yi was in severe pain, and it was unbelievable that Qi Yiyi had lost a powerhouse of the Nine Realms in this way.

How long has it been?

It's less than a quarter of an hour!

Everyone raised their eyes, and there was still a steady stream of demon beasts pouring out of the clouds and mist, overwhelmingly coming.

If you die at this rate, the scholars in the Qi Sect will soon die.

"He's not dead. Look at the heavens. "The smoke and rain found the figure of the ancestor of the Qi Sect and pointed to the battlefield.

Yan Qingmu and Qi heard the prestige, and the old man was looking at a dark purple soul in his hand.

"Fortunately, the ancestor rescued him. ”

If the monk's spirit is still there, it is not considered death.

Qi Yi was so happy in his heart that he almost forgot that there was an ancestor here.

I saw that the old man grabbed a handful from the battlefield below, and a fresh blood floated in.

He pinched away a magic trick and condensed a body with blood as a guide.

Then, he injected the spirit in his hand into it, and the original fellow disciple came back to life.

The ancestor's name is Qi Fang, which is not a secret on the north wall.

Qi Fang took advantage of the situation and threw him back on the north wall, causing it to fall to the three of them.

The fellow disciple landed lightly, and his face was flushed.

"Senior brother, are you alright?" Qi Yi ran over to greet him cordially.

"Get away, I'm in a bad mood. ”

Unexpectedly, he was drunk by him!

The crowd looked at him in unison.

Why did you suddenly curse?

The smoke and rain and Yan Aoki frowned.

The atmosphere becomes subtle.

"I'm sorry!"

The man realized his gaffe, and his demeanor was completely lost, and he immediately turned his head, dropped an apology, and then jumped off the city wall in twos and south, and did not know where to go.

Apologize if you scold, and run away if you apologize!

That's too crisp, isn't it?

The three of them looked at each other, confused.

They didn't know, plus this time, this was the seventh time that the man had been beaten out of his body in the battlefield.

Although, with the ancestor Qi Fang sweeping the formation, he has never really died.

But the humiliation in his heart cannot be understood by outsiders.

The scholars in white clothes and jade sleeves, although it cannot be said that all of them regard their faces as life.

But again and again it has become a breakthrough in the defense line, and their faces are still extremely unbearable.

What literati is not a little arrogant in their hearts?

If you don't seek to make a lot of achievements in the world, at least you can't always drag your fellow disciples and brothers back, right?