Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 431 Combined Attack

As soon as the mermaid finished speaking!

Everyone in the field was looking at the black sword Chengying floating in the air. This sword of creation was hovering silently in the air.

Several auras lifted it up at the same time, but no one attacked again.

The scene suddenly became subtle.

There are now three groups of people. One group is the mysterious mermaid ancestor, whose cultivation level is unknown. Another group is the Poison Wing Corpse Dust among the thirteen major bandits. The other group is the four ninth-level sword cultivators of Longyuan.

Each side is waiting for the other side to start a fight so that they can profit from it.

The situation on the field became awkward and delicate.

For a long time, no one said anything.

Seeing that no one was taking action, the old mermaid said softly, "Since you all don't want to be implicated, then let me bear the consequences!"

As he spoke, two moon-shaped blades slowly flew out from the staff. In the center of the moon blades were two bright red peonies, blooming silently.

The bright red peony began to emit a strong bloody smell like blood, wrapping his entire body. Then, his hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the hovering sword.

"Wait a minute!"

A green claw fell from the sky and pierced directly into the petals, causing ripples. It was Poison Wing who took action and stopped him.

At the same time, the four Longyuan sword cultivators swung out their swords at the same time, hitting the center of the two forces.

The three powerful forces converged, and the shadow of the black sword suddenly began to fluctuate violently.

Taoist Mu stepped forward, looked around, and suggested, "This sword originally belonged to me, Long Yuan. Now that that young man is carrying it, it must have been given to him by our sect's headmaster. Since we're arguing with each other today, why don't we let this young man have the final say on who this sword should belong to?"

No one objected, but no one spoke.

Obviously, in the eyes of these powerful people, a small low-level cultivator is as tiny as dust.

Du Fang, who was originally watching the show with great interest, suddenly realized that everyone present was staring at him, and every cold look contained murderous intent.

It seemed that if I said something wrong, I would die here today.

He felt something was wrong and immediately turned around and ran up the mountain. Unfortunately, it was too late. A strong breath came from behind him, and this breath emitted a strong smell of blood.

Du Fang had just cursed halfway in his mind when his body flew backwards and was caught by the old mermaid.

"Let him go!"

Taoist Mu roared.

"This is our distinguished guest!"

Two red-robed sword servants attacked at the same time, stabbing the mermaid.

The two peony flowers suddenly spread out, wrapping up the two sword beams at the same time. The merman lifted Du Fang's body, swung his staff across, and directly hit the two ninth-level sword cultivators with one blow.

The sound of broken ribs was heard seven or eight times in succession.

The two red-robed sword cultivators vomited blood and flew backwards hundreds of feet.

At the same time, Corpse Dust and Du Wing attacked at the same time. Their target was neither the mermaid nor the retreating red-clothed swordsman, but Mu Dao Ren and Jin Ge Zhu who were in the front.

The two men no longer cared about what was behind them. The red blood swords danced wildly and formed a series of shield walls, blocking the pair of giant bony hands and the green poisonous claws.

The four men's swords collided and they retreated ten feet at the same time. At this moment, two screams suddenly came from behind them. These were the screams of Long Yuan sword cultivator, who was injured and flew away, followed by the sound of chewing flesh and blood.

There was a "kaka" sound, which made people shudder.

Taoist Mu turned around in horror and saw a huge black fog behind him. In the black fog, there was an extremely dark bird-man. It grabbed the half-crippled body of the red-clothed swordsman with its claws. With its sharp beak, it directly bit off the heads of the two men. The blood, flesh and intestines flew everywhere as it was torn apart and swallowed into its stomach.

Looking at the black spiritual feather, a thought suddenly flashed through Mu Daoren's mind:

“Crow…crow!”

The Crow, one of the Thirteen Great Bandits, has finally arrived.

Only then did the Mu Dao people finally understand that the two groups were luring them to a trap. The merman had grabbed Du Fang, luring his own men into action. Taking advantage of their unpreparedness, he suddenly struck, severely injuring two of his own Nine Realms Sword Servant. Du Yi and Shi Chen attacked simultaneously, preventing him from providing assistance.

Then the crow that was lying in ambush behind him suddenly appeared and ambushed the seriously injured Ninth Realm Sword Cultivator of his sect.

Master Jin figured it out earlier than him. His expression remained unchanged as he said in a deep voice, "You cover me, I will summon my disciples!"

"No need, this world has been locked down. You can't get out, and the outside world can't see your communication firecrackers!"

The crow smiled sinisterly as it emerged from the black fog. It spoke in human language, with blood still stained at the corners of its mouth. This pure black crow was huge, almost three meters tall.

Poison Wing said in a deep voice:

"Don't leave anyone alive. What happened today must not be known to Lord Longyuan Baihuang!"

The three of them surrounded the monk and the Taoist priest at the same time and stared at them.

The Master of the Golden Pavilion said in a deep voice:

"Sacrifice the sword!"

Two red blood rays escaped from the eyebrows of the two men at the same time and fell into the immortal swords in their hands. The two blood-red swords suddenly became so clear and bright.

Taoist Mu had an angry look on his face and stared directly at Shi Chen.

Among the four people on the opposite side, his cultivation is the weakest. Even if they die, they will drag him down with them today.

The Master of the Golden Pavilion had a solemn expression. The sword light drew a circle, and the hundred-foot sword light pointed straight at the sky. He pointed at the corpse and suddenly said:

"Kill him!"

They have the same thoughts and can understand each other's thoughts with just a glance.

Two figures fell at the same time, heading towards Shi Chen's waist with incredible sharpness.

Du Yi immediately waved his green claws to block the sword beams of the two men. He knew that his brother's cultivation was shallow and he could not withstand the combined attack of Long Yuan's two ninth-level sword masters.

Unexpectedly, when the sword beams of Master Jin and Taoist Mu were halfway there, they suddenly turned and pointed upwards, heading straight into the sky.

The blood-red sword light was like a flying blade or a sharp sword, extremely fast, carrying the two people's bodies and flying into the sky.

"Stop them quickly!"

"Oh no, these two bastards are trying to escape!"

This change happened suddenly. No one expected that the monk and the Taoist priest, with their life-threatening postures, would suddenly escape into the sky.

Crow saw the opportunity very quickly. The space here was blocked by his black fog, and he himself had no idea whether the two Ninth Realm masters could break through the blockade by attacking together.

In order to ensure his safety, his body immediately turned into a ball of black mist and chased after the two of them.

Shi Chen watched the crow chase after him and immediately started to move. Just as he was about to take action, Du Yi suddenly grabbed him, glanced at the merman, and whispered:

"The crows are enough. The two of us will stay here!"

As he spoke, he stared at the old mermaid with a cold look.

The merman sneered, "So you're still wary of me? Are you so confident that these two can't escape this blockade?"