Bai Yuelu looked at this flying sword quietly.

In the eyes of the two Northern Wei cultivators in the True Yuan Heavy Armor that had just appeared at the entrance of the alley not far away, it seemed that she was waiting for death.

For her, however, she has done everything she can.

She had retreated to her proper position.

She had channeled the sword into its proper position, slowing it down in power and speed.

The next thing is to leave these trusted partners to her.

A sword light lit up behind her.

The knife light is cold and bright, it is the knife she gave Lin Yi.

It's just that the one who picked up the knife at this time was Li Moxiao, who had just regained his breath.

Li Moxiao was still coughing up blood.

He had coughed up purple-black blood clots, and now he was coughing up scarlet blood, and the violent coughing made his body almost convulse, but his knife was extremely calm and stable, which made people feel perfect.

This sword locked any direction of the flying sword's dodge, and landed on the flying sword's sword with incomparable precision.

The cold and sharp blade sliced through the True Yuan that permeated the flying sword, making the slightest sound of hot oil entering the pot.

The woman in red's breathing suddenly stopped, and she had a very ominous premonition.

Li Moxiao's body seemed to have been suddenly hit by an invisible sledgehammer, and he staggered backwards and withdrew.

But when his knife intent was backing away, he was still cutting in.

The blade sliced through the true element, dragging it on the body of the flying sword with a piercing sound.

Ordinary knives can't leave any traces on this kind of flying sword, and the flying sword pursues lightness and thinness, so the material created must be the top material in the hands of the craftsman. However, Lin Yi's knife is not an ordinary knife.

A shallow scar appeared on the sword's body, cutting through the indescribable runes on the sword's body.

It was as if the delicate makeup had been smeared with a streak of ink, and the flying sword let out a terrible wail like a girl's scream, and then its face dimmed.

The woman in red lost control of the flying sword.

The dim flying sword flew diagonally and fell into the courtyard behind the side.

The body of the woman in red shook violently, and her body seemed to have been cut off in an instant, and she also carried a large number of connected true elements.

The wound in her abdomen cracked open, and a large amount of blood poured out.

Without any pause, her feet kept tapping the ground and flew backwards, and the blood mist formed a dazzling blood rainbow in the air.

All that sparkled in her eyes was an incredible light.

Although her injuries were not fatal, her mood was the same as that of the Demon Sect's subordinate who had been cut off from breath before she died, and she couldn't believe that it was true.

She couldn't believe that two cultivators of the Divine Mind Realm had joined forces and were defeated by such four young cultivators.

The most important thing was that she felt that these four young cultivators were real monsters, and she even felt deeply timid, and she had a feeling that she didn't want to fight these four people at all.

Lin Yi pulled his sword away from the dead Demon Sect subordinate.

The moment the blade of the sword detached from the shattered flesh, he felt dizzy, his body shook, and he almost fell to the ground.

He propped his sword on the ground like a crutch, one hand pressing down on the bleeding wound.

The wound doesn't look big on the outside, but inside it is a terrible flower.

Under his pressure, he felt the bleeding from the wound gradually stop, and his heart was full of happiness for the rest of his life.

"Are you alright?"

Bai Yuelu put down her appearance, she looked at Lin Yi and asked seriously.

Lin Yi looked in the direction where the woman in red had fled, smiled bitterly, and shook his head, "It's okay, I just can't chase it." ”

As soon as he said that, the corners of his mouth continued to flow with slightly hot bubbles.

Li Moxiao sat on the ground regardless of the image, he didn't even want to lift Lin Yi's knife, his hands pressed against his chest, constantly wheezing violently, with every breath, a large amount of fresh air poured into his lungs, there was a severe pain and indescribable extreme exhaustion and weakness that was difficult to describe throughout his body, making him want to lie down, fall into a deep sleep, or even fall into a coma, which could directly get him out of this feeling.

Rong Yi's body was constantly trembling, he looked at Lin Yi and Bai Yuelu worriedly, and Li Mo smiled, at this time he didn't think that his injury was actually extremely serious, and when his eyes swept over the dead Demon Sect member, his heart was full of happiness and fear.

Although they won this battle, they won extremely hard, and even Lin Yi, who had given him a sense of omnipotence before, almost died.

Lin Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he took a hard breath, and patted Li Moxiao, who was sitting beside him, on the shoulder.

He was still unwilling to leave the city at this time, but the four of them were close to the limit, and it was time to leave.

The four people who can have a tacit understanding between life and death in the battle seem to be able to understand each other's thoughts very well in normal times.

Li Moxiao smiled as well, and then stood up with difficulty.

Among the four of them, Rong Yi looked the least embarrassed, but the front half of his clothes were also stained with blood, and he, Lin Yi, and Bai Yuelu all looked extremely injured and looked a little miserable.

Looking at such a picture, the two True Yuan Heavy Armors that had just arrived seemed a little ready to move.

Lin Yi's hand slowly fell from his neck, and the bleeding from his wound had stopped, but a large mass of dried blood coagulated on the skin of his neck, which looked a little terrifying.

His gaze fell on the two True Yuan Heavy Armors with some provocation and disdain.

The cultivators in these two True Yuan Heavy Armors looked at his gaze, and a violent chill suddenly surged in their bodies, and they didn't dare to move forward, but retreated towards the streets and alleys behind.

Sensing that Lin Yi's injury did not deteriorate, Bai Yuelu's slightly frowning brows were completely relaxed, she first used some medicine on herself, and then handed some internal medicine to Rong Yi and Li Moxiao, and then she nodded at Lin Yi and walked towards the body of the dervishe.

The body of this Demon Sect member has gradually cooled down, but the skin and flesh on his body still exude the brilliance of divinity, giving people a rock texture that has been polished by the wind and sun for many years in the desert.

She looked at the strange ring seal on the head of this Demon Sect member, and looked at the pictures and texts of poisonous snakes and leaves and mountain goats, and she didn't know what to think in her heart, and her brows wrinkled deeply unconsciously.

She carefully examined the clothes and bags on the back of the Demon Sect members, and turned out two black medicine cakes and two different talismans, except for the soft sword and iron staff that fell on the side, there was nothing superfluous on the Demon Sect's body.

"Moko Pills. The elixir refined by the ascetics in the Northern Wei Dynasty Desert and the Northern Heavenly Iron Wasteland can not only replenish physical strength and restore a certain true element, but also have the effect of improving some of the usual consciousness. It's just that the medicinal properties are mixed, and taking too much will cause hallucinations. ”

By the time Lin Yi smelled an uplifting medicinal gas, her voice had already sounded.