Big sister, she changed schools

Chapter 449 Escape (1)

In the northernmost part of the town, He Feicheng looked at the seriously injured people in front of him with vigilance and asked: "What is your purpose of killing innocent people indiscriminately?"

The people on the opposite side all wore cloaks, and the leader seemed to exude the aura of the Nascent Soul stage. For this reason, the people around them were very vigilant.

Wangxu looked at them, his voice was extremely hoarse, and the original timbre could not be heard at all: "Innocent? These people are not innocent."

He Feicheng vaguely sensed something was wrong and said, "I don't understand what grudges you have with this sect, but mortals are always innocent."

Wangxu laughed hoarsely twice, and his expression under the cloak became colder and colder.

The strongest person sent by the Minglan Sect was a seventh-level Nascent Soul. He said coldly: "If you don't explain your intention, we will kill you on the spot."

He clenched the ordinary spiritual sword in his hand and was not prepared to reveal his identity.

Not to mention that I have no evidence to prove the identities of those who have died. Even if I did, who would allow me to show it?If he reveals his identity under such circumstances, his reputation will be damaged at most, but none of the disciples who follow him will survive.

He Feicheng then asked again: "What is your purpose?"

Wangxu said calmly: "Let's do it, there's nothing to say."

At the same time, he sent a message to other disciples and asked them to take advantage of the opportunity to escape.

It was he who had an unstable Taoist heart, he was the one who pursued justice, and he should be the one who died, not these disciples who wholeheartedly followed him.

The disciples were all silent, and no one responded.

Huanxu clenched his sword, how could he protect these people?If you take everything on yourself, can you keep it?It doesn't matter if the reputation is dirty, the Sword Sect can change to another young sect leader to minimize the losses.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, but in the end there was no solution. Someone had to make an explanation, and Jian Zong would not allow that person to be him, even if he was the one who made the decision.

It was at this moment that he clearly saw the helplessness of the sect leader.

Just when he decided to fight to the death, a vague voice came to his ears: "East."

Wangxu's body froze, and then he chose to attack the enemy first.

The Nascent Soul stepped forward and stopped him, his gesture conveying an understatement.

He Feicheng immediately praised the disciple next to him: "Did you see it? This is the style of a deacon of the Minglan Sect."

The corner of Xu Zhiruo's mouth twitched secretly. After so many years, he still couldn't get used to He Fei's ability to flatter him at every turn.

The elder's mood became better, at least the displeasure of He Feicheng and Xing Wen leading the trip was eliminated.

Wan Xu on the other side took this opportunity to rush eastward.

The disciples on the east side were shocked and all moved out of the way.

He Feicheng couldn't bear to move his eyes, these wastes!

Fortunately, the elder rushed over. At this moment, Wangxu threw an explosive talisman over and stopped the elder for a moment.

Tao Zi looked at it from a distance and sighed secretly. This delusion was worthy of being the young master of the Sword Sect. Even ordinary spells like the Explosive Talisman were drawn by Yuan Ying level talisman cultivators.

At the moment of emotion, the senior's spiritual consciousness also covered the past quietly.

Wangxu paused, glanced here calmly, and transmitted the message to his disciples. Then he turned around and rushed back in front of everyone's astonished eyes. He was even able to compete with the seventh-level Nascent Soul with the strength of the early Nascent Soul.

The senior sighed with emotion: "Look at me, I am much better than you. But that's right, I am a person with a sect, so I am definitely better than you at using other people's consciousness to fight." Tao Zi replied with his consciousness: " The first master is rubbish; the second master, forget it, I don’t know what to say; and there is a senior who wants to pass on to me, well... what can I do."

The senior was silent for half a minute, and then said: "There is no way, everyone has his own destiny, just get used to it."

She was speechless. The words "Everyone has their own destiny" are so well said. At least the experience of the person next to her fully proved this.

Yue Qingya looked at Tao Zi's eyes, a little confused, and said via voice: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay. Is the formation set up?"

He replied: "Set it up, just wait for the delusion to come over."

Not long after, the Sword Sect disciples rushed out, and the two of them could see more and more clearly: These disciples were all covered in blood, and some disciples were still being carried away by their fellow disciples, and they didn't know if they were still alive.

Tao Zi sighed secretly and sent a message to these disciples: "Go east, stop when I tell you."

Those disciples rushed forward and braked suddenly when they reached the place. At that time, Huanxu also rushed over. Not far away was the injured elder of Minglan Sect.

The elder's eyes were full of gloom, and he mocked: "So what if we blocked him for a moment and a half? We can still catch up."

Wangxu stood in front of all the disciples, the sword in his hand already stained with blood.

At this moment, the fog rose, and the figures of Wang Xu and others began to blur.

The Nascent Soul's expression turned cold and he barged in without hesitation.

The senior appeared in the fog and joined forces with Wangxu to kill the Nascent Soul.

At this time, He Feicheng also appeared in front of Dawu with his disciples.

Can you get in?
All the disciples chose not to go forward, but Xu Zhiruo was about to make a move, but was stopped by He Feicheng.

Tao Zi looked at it from a distance and suddenly felt funny. Xingfeng used to be the weakest among the peaks of Minglan Sect, but he was also the least afraid of death. Now, his strength has increased - several disciples in the Heartbeat Stage and Lingji Stage are wearing The clothes of the execution hall, but why are you becoming less courageous?

A quarter of an hour later, the fog dissipated, and the Nascent Soul's body lay on the ground. The blood on the long sword in Wang Xu's hand became thicker and thicker, and there was a drop of blood on the tip of the sword that refused to fall off.

The disciples all took a breath of cold air and barely forced themselves not to retreat. On the contrary, He Feicheng, who seemed to care about his life, did not move and had no tendency to retreat. A knife appeared in his hand.

Huanxu looked at him and said, "If I said that everyone here is abnormal, would you believe it?"

He Feicheng held the knife tightly and said with a smile: "I believe it."

Of course he didn't believe it, but in this case, even if the other person said that the sun rises from the west, he had to believe it.

Just when Tao Zi thought that Luanxu could walk out of here in a big way, a sharp voice suddenly sounded not far away: "Kill innocent people indiscriminately and mistake deer for horses. You are really a good player."

The senior's voice sounded: "Nascent Soul Great Perfection. Tao Zi, we made a mistake."

I should have thought of it a long time ago. If it was just a simple injury, how could the delusion not get out of here?

At this time, Huanxu's hoarse voice fell into her ears: "I don't know who you are, but you should leave quickly. I cannot and cannot drag innocent people into the water anymore."

Tao Zi fixedly looked at the distance not far away. He was afraid that he would not be able to retreat at this time. The Nascent Soul over there seemed to have locked onto them.

(End of this chapter)