Chapter 215 (1/2)

Her eyes fell on the middle-aged man named Xianghua. Seeing that his clothes were tattered, his hair was messy, and his beard was scuffed, she looked at him like a tramp. She found that his cultivation was really only at the level of spiritual master.

But listen to those evil cultivation words, it seems that his strength is more than that originally?

Tianyuan palace? I didn't expect to meet people from Tianyuan palace in such a place.

Among the seven or eight evil cults, three of them were at the second level of the great spirit Master. She was curious, could Xianghua survive?

Just at this time, one of the leading evil Xiu gave a sharp drink, and several other people immediately took their hands to attack the middle one towards China. The sharp sword tip burst out a strong aura of spiritual power in their hands, which diffused around, and the spirit of sword Gang whistled across, leaving a sword mark on the ground.

Feng Jiu leaned behind the tree and saw that Xianghua's strength was very solid. Although he was only a spiritual master, he was not ambiguous in dealing with those evil practices.

He was fierce and precise. He almost killed each other within three moves. Finally, when he was besieged by the second-order evil cultivation of the three great spiritual masters, Fang was gradually in a weak position.

”Hiss!”

His arm was cut by the opponent's sharp sword, and blood gushed out and wet his sleeves. He did not have a long sword in his hand. He could not resist the attack of evil cultivation at the level of the great spirit Master. He had to step back until he picked up some long swords from the ground to meet him.

However, after all, his strength is there, and the other side is three to one, which is bound to lose under a long war.

Looking at Xiang Hua, who is left by a sword and right by a knife, Feng nine eyes flash slightly and meditate. The reason is that they are not familiar with the people in Tianyuan palace. How are they? Is it really a heinous villain?

However, when she remembered her master's words in her mind, she sighed helplessly. When she saw the hands of the three evil monks cleaving towards the middle, their fingers moved, and three silver needles with dark strength popped out of her fingers.

”Well!”

The three men snorted, and their bodies froze for a moment. They raised the sword they were about to chop. They couldn't chop it off. They only felt that a numb sensation spread from their bodies, making them unable to use their strength. The next moment, the sword in their hands fell to the ground.