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Chapter 1780 Fighting

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    "Pursue!" The leader disciples of the three factions were helpless, seeing that the temptation was ineffective, they immediately ordered decisively.

    "Kill!" The disciples of the three sects of Shang Huazong had no choice but to disperse their formation and chase the enemy separately. However, they were well-trained, and they also attacked and killed in groups of twos and threes.

    For a moment, the brilliance flickered all around the pillar of wind, the sound continued, and from time to time, miserable cries sounded from different places!

    "Senior brother Kan, we waithow should we deal with it?" Kan Peng asked in a low voice when he saw the disciples of the three sects of Shang Huazong making moves.

    "Hmph~ let's see!" Kan Ximing glared at Kan Peng, then glanced at Gen Yuhui, who was pale next to him, and said in a low voice; "Didn't you see that Junior Brother Gen has not recovered from his injury? I can't wait to follow Shang  Huazong disciples fight hard!"

    "Yes!" Kan Peng replied with a low eyebrow, but the yellow talisman in his hand was already ready.

    The four disciples of Yu Leizong were also unlucky. Seeing Xiao Hua and others rushed into Mingxi, they were happy in their hearts. They commanded the disciples of all sects to take advantage of the situation to tear apart the formation jointly set up by the disciples of Shanghuazong and other three sects. They were all beaming  Rushed into Mingxi.  However, the pride in their hearts has not been rippling in their hearts for long, and the glory of being praised by the disciples of other sects has only hung on their faces for half a moment before they are targeted by the disciples of the Xunyan Sect!

    No, you Yulei Sect disciple is really awesome, tearing apart the formation of the three factions and destroying his plan to monopolize the Nether Orchid.  Xiao Hua ran away, where are the other disciples of Yu Leizong?  Can you run?

    But at this time, seeing the ten disciples of the Xunyan Sect chasing and killing the disciples of the Yulei Sect, the disciples of other sects were afraid to avoid them, so how could they help Kan Ximing and the others?  As a result, after several fights, Gen Yuhui was seriously injured, and Gen Jiancheng even died.  If it hadn't been for the huge pillar of wind to have a vision, which was discovered by Kan Ximing in time, and he fled here desperately, the three disciples of Yuleizong might have collapsed in the Xunyan Sect without even seeing the shadow of Youminglan.  In the hands of the disciples!

    Of course, when Kan Ximing fled to the side of the wind pillar, the disciples of the Xunyan Sect had no choice but to stop and focus on You Minglan. Only then did Kan Ximing heave a sigh of relief and let Gen Yuhui quickly take the elixir to adjust his breath to heal his injuries.

    "Xiao Hua, Xiao Hua, it's really hateful. It's fine if you don't listen to the command of the poor, but you dare to take the initiative to break into the formation! You clearly have the strength to break the formation and you still don't tell the poor, you can't obey the overall situation, such  The consciousness of casual cultivators is really hateful! When you can return to Yu Leizong, the poor will definitely report to the master of my house, and ask the suzerain to order you to be punished! Hateful, really hateful!"

    Kan Ximing made hateful sounds three or four times in his heart, obviously he hated Xiao Hua to the extreme, and had already forgotten the credit for Xiao Hua breaking the formation and letting them enter Mingxi.  And Kan Ximing's eyes have been cruising around Fengzhu all the time, wanting to find the traces of Xiao Hua, Xun Shu and others!

    "Senior brother Kan, don't look for it!" Kan Peng sneered: "That guy Xiao Hua might have died long ago. Think about it, the disciples of Xunyan Sect are chasing us, what are the disciples of Shanghuazong and Qiqiaomen doing? It must be  Chasing and killing Xiao Hua, we are all like this, can they still live? Besides, I have seen the vision here in Fengzhu, and they haven't come until now, and"

    Before Kan Peng finished speaking, a sharp voice appeared near Kan Peng amidst the many noisy voices and the howling gust of wind!

    "Grandma, it's finally here!" Kan Ximing smiled bitterly. Seeing the disciple of Qiqiao Sect flying over to attack, he clapped his hand and shot out a frozen talisman. A light blue brilliance flew into the air to meet the flying  Icicles shot over!

    "You take Junior Brother Gen to go to Fengzhu~" Kan Ximing ordered, his body flew up, and he first hit himself with the Vajra Talisman, and then raised his voice.

    "Yes, disciple understands!" Kan Peng didn't dare to neglect, put his hand on the shoulder of Gen Yuhui, who was sitting cross-legged, and hit out the flying talisman, and was about to take him away.

    "Haha, disciple of Yu Leizong, where are you going!" Another voice sounded in the gust of wind, and before the voice fell, a crimson brilliance lit up in the midair not far from Kanpeng, a disciple of Qiqiaomen  Holding a one-foot-sized red cattail fan in his hand, he fanned it directly, and the crimson brilliance came from the cattail fan!

    "Ah?? Magic weapon? Yeyang fan!" Seeing that there were thin dots of flames lingering around the cattail fan, and the power of the magic weapon could not be concealed even by a gust of wind, Kan Peng cried out.

    Kan Peng didn't care about bringing Gen Yuhui any more, he retracted his hand, and took out a three-inch long and short black stick from the storage bag. It was his hand weapon, the Thunder Roller.  The skillful door disciple flapped his hand slowly, and the aura of the surrounding world was absorbed by Ye Yang Fan. First, a ray of red flames emerged, and then countless flames converged to form a fire dragon, which was driven by the Ye Yang Fan and flew towards him.  , and the fire dragon absorbed the aura of heaven and earth again, and became stronger and stronger. When it flew close to Kanpeng, it had formed a size of three feet!  ?Peng gritted his teeth, and sent all the mana in his body into the thunder roller, countless tiny thunder lights gushed out like filaments, forming a layer of thunder net in front of Kan Peng in the blink of an eye!

    "Go!" Kan Peng waved the thunder roller a little weakly, and the thunder net let out a roar, and greeted the fire dragon.

    In an instant, the thunder net was submerged in the fire dragon, and there was a violent sound like fried beans. The lightning on the thunder net went on and off several times, consuming a lot of the power of the fire dragon before it was annihilated!  However, Ye Yangfan is a magic weapon after all, it is not bad that the fire dragon was annihilated 30% by the thunder roller, and more fire dragons crossed the thunder net with a flick of their fingers, drowning both Kan Peng and Gen Yuhui with lightning speed.

    Kanpeng and Gen Yuhui's whole bodies were already protected by the yellow talisman to resist the gust of wind. At this time, the brilliance of the yellow talisman was under the scorching heat of the fire dragon.  Brother, save me!" Kan Peng yelled, hitting himself with the defensive yellow talisman one after another.

    But Gen Yuhui was even worse, he only felt a burning pain all over his body, and just before he had time to scream, his body began to melt rapidly!  It turned into a cloud of fly ash, and was blown away by a gust of wind between heaven and earth!

    Kanpeng's resistance was futile, how could a few yellow talismans fight against magic weapons?  Just a few breaths later, he also followed in Gen Yuhui's footsteps!

    "Hmph~ disciple of the Yulei Sect! That's all!" The Qiqiao Sect disciple who was holding the Yeyang fan smiled proudly.  Then there was a chuckle: "I have been waiting for you for a long time! Leave this Yeyang fan to the poor Taoist!" While speaking, a monk in a black Taoist robe suddenly escaped from the battle with another Shang Huazong disciple  , raised his hand, and a water-blue bead the size of a fist flew out, and a layer of bluish brilliance rippled out from the bead, rushing towards the Qiqiaomen disciple like a tide!  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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