Poof!
There was a crisp sound and there was a flash of blood.
Lu Yangrong had just turned around when his head was pierced by a flying sword and he died on the spot!
The flying sword did not stop there and continued to stab at the few people behind. Su Zimo was the first to bear the brunt of it.
Su Zimo's spirit perception had long warned him. He whipped out his Cold Moon Saber immediately and slashed at the incoming flying sword heavily, smashing it down.
The speed of the sword was way too fast. It was obvious that it was not a Qi Refinement Warrior!
If Su Zimo wanted to use his flying sword to defend, he would have to release a sword formation. However, it would take a long time to set up a sword formation and he would not be able to deal with the sudden situation before him.
Lu Yangrong's blood splattered on Su Zimo and Guan Jin.
Apart from Su Zimo, the remaining three people were stunned on the spot, their eyes filled with horror.
Even with Leng Rou's temperament, she looked flustered at this moment.
Nobody could imagine that a person who was talking and laughing with them earlier on had turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye!
Swash! Swash!
Two more sword lights flashed, targeting Su Zimo and Guan Jin.
Guan Jin stood rooted to the ground in a daze. He did not even crush the talisman in his palm right away.
Su Zimo reached out and pulled him behind him, hollering, "Hurry and retreat!"
Clang! Clang!
Su Zimo slashed twice with his backhand and deflected the two incoming flying swords.
The power of those two swords was not weak. The person who attacked was at least at early-stage Foundation Establishment!
There was a change in the situation. Lu Yangrong and Guan Jin's previous speculations were all invalid.
There were at least three Foundation Establishment Cultivators in this spirit mine. Furthermore, the three of them did not care about Misty Peak at all. They were merciless and used killing moves the moment they attacked!
It was only at this moment that Guan Jin and the other two reacted.
Guan Jin crushed a protection talisman right away and a light screen shrouded the surroundings. Following that, Leng Rou and Little Fatty retreated outside rapidly.
The sound of clothes fluttering could be heard from the depths of the cave. From the sound of it, there were quite a number of people!
When the people inside saw that their flying swords could not kill Su Zimo and the others, they had already chased over.
Su Zimo retreated while retrieving a sanguine bow.
Long before the five peaks face-off, Su Zimo had already turned the Cold Moon Saber and Sanguine Crystal Bow into inferior-grade spirit weapons.
In the blink of an eye, three arrows was already.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Three streaks of cold light entered the darkness of the cave entrance, and the sound of sharp arrows piercing through the air rang out.
"Ah! Ah! "
Two were two of the arrows was blocked the other was!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Everyone!!!!"
Someone in!!!!!!!!!!!
In that narrow cave, there was not much space for cultivators to dodge and Su Zimo's arrows caused quite a bit of damage.
Sprinting at full speed, Su Zimo and the others saw the light of day again before long.
!!!!!!!!!!!! to!!
The group of blood-eyed crows that Just Now had flown above their heads were surrounding little crane and Linghu, attacking them relentlessly.
Little crane was a spirit demon after all and could still protect itself against the attacks of the blood-eyed crows.
However, Linghu did not know how to fly and was already riddled with injuries, howling on the spot and struggling to defend himself.
"Frost Wind!"
When Leng Rou saw that, she conjured hand seals and pointed into the air with a soft holler.
A chilling gust of wind blew through the air and swept past the blood-eyed crows. Many of them were covered in a layer of frost and fell to the ground one after another, disintegrating into pieces – they were already dead.
That was the might of spirit arts!
Thanks to Leng Rou's help, little crane managed to break out of the encirclement. Panting slightly, it could not help but have a look of fear in its eyes.
It had spent most of its time in the sect and had never seen such a bloody scene.
"Get on little crane and leave this place for now!"
Su Zimo said hurriedly.
"Hahahaha!"
Right then, a series of arrogant laughter sounded from the depths of the cave.
A group of people walked out of the cave. The person in the lead wore gray robes and declared loudly, "None of you are leaving today! All of you shall stay here!"
"Late-stage Foundation Establishment!"
Little Fatty's pupils constricted as he exclaimed.
The gray robed cultivator who spoke was at late-stage Foundation Establishment!
Among them, the only mid-stage Foundation Establishment Lu Yangrong had already died at the entrance of the spirit mine.
Not only that, there was an endless stream of cultivators walking out of the cave. At a single glance, there were more than 30 of them!
The most frightening thing was that all of them were Foundation Establishment Cultivators!
Apart from the gray robed cultivator who was at late-stage Foundation Establishment, nine of them were at mid-stage Foundation Establishment and the rest were at early-stage Foundation Establishment – none of them were Qi Refinement Warriors!
"It's over!"
Guan Jin looked at the thirty or so Foundation Establishment cultivators surrounding them. His face was pale and his heart was filled with despair.
Little Fatty wielded his gigantic axe in one hand and his flying sword in the other with a nervous expression.
Leng Rou's flying sword hovered in front of her. Although her expression was cold, her palms were sweaty as well.
Of the four people present, Su Zimo was the only one who was relatively calm as he surveyed his surroundings.
"We're cultivators from Misty Peak. Who are you people?" Guan Jin took a deep breath and asked with a strong front.
"Fufu."
The gray robed cultivator in the lead chuckled and raised his brow mockingly. "So what if you're from Misty Peak? Yesterday, a Misty Peak disciple was blind and was killed by me! "
Indeed, the disciple who sent the message was already dead.
Back when Lu Yangrong died in the cave abode, Su Zimo had already realized that today's matter was definitely not going to end well.
Still holding on to a glimmer of hope, Guan Jin pretended to be weak and said, "Fellow Daoists, you guys are only after this spirit mine. We from Misty Peak can just give it up. Why must you be so ruthless?"
"Furthermore, this spirit mine is only an inferior-grade spirit mine. It's useless to us, fufu," Guan Jin forced a laugh.
"An inferior-grade spirit mine?"
The gray robed cultivator shook his head and sneered, "Correction, this is a middle-grade spirit mine!"
"Ah?"
Guan Jin's expression changed. He finally realized why all the people present were Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
If it was a middle-grade spirit mine, it would be extremely attractive to Foundation Establishment Cultivators!
If they had known beforehand that this was a middle-grade spirit mine, the disciples sent by Misty Peak would definitely be experts among the inner sect disciples and might even be led by legacy disciples!
Su Zimo did not say anything the entire time and watched coldly from the sidelines.
He observed carefully and saw that the 30 odd Foundation Establishment Cultivators before him were dressed differently. Furthermore, they did not have any identity badges – it was clear that they were itinerant cultivators.
What was it that gathered these itinerant cultivators to fight over this spirit mine?
The gray robed cultivator before him was probably not qualified.
Even though a late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator was strong, the others would not take the risk and offend Misty Peak because of him.
Guan Jin forced himself to remain calm and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoists, to be honest, we've already sent a message to the sect. Our cultivators will be here soon …"
"Fufu, by then, you'll already be a bunch of dead people."
Before Guan Jin could finish, he was interrupted by the gray robed cultivator.
The gray robed cultivator chuckled. "Furthermore, by the time Misty Peak cultivators arrive, we'll already be long gone."
"Hahaha!"
The surrounding Foundation Establishment Cultivators roared in laughter.
The gray robed cultivator stared at Guan Jin's expression with a strange look in his eyes as he asked with a smile, "Also, fellow Daoist, haven't you noticed anything wrong with your body?"
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