72: Who is pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?

"No... nothing."

The red-clad figure with the blade slightly lowered her gaze, but said no more.

She charged straight ahead!

"Sister?"

Ye Yuèyuè looked at that slender back, which seemed like a towering mountain.

A strange feeling arose in her heart.

"Ah?"

Ye Xingxing, however, said in a childish voice,

"This big sister... is so cool."

"She is... somewhat cool."

The surrounding civilians who had escaped disaster were dumbfounded, then burst out with strong hope!

"We're saved! We're finally saved!"

"Who is this person?"

"Another Grandmaster Martial Artist!"

"Good! Good! The Immortals must have known something happened here, we're saved!!!"

"Run! Run!"

Among the Luan Xiu Alliance members who were hunting the refugees, a burly, ferocious figure saw the arrow blocked and said with a sneer,

"Seeking death!"

His Qi and blood surged, clearly that of a Grandmaster Martial Artist. He casually picked up the profound iron heavy sword beside him, its chains clanking, and charged towards Qiu Ya!

"Where did this little punk come from, daring to interfere with the Luan Xiu Alliance's good business?"

The Grandmaster Martial Artist took half a step, his profound iron heavy sword cleaving the air, bringing with it a gust of wind that carried sand. His face was twisted with contorted flesh, and the ferocious saber scar on his neck rose and fell with his movements. The heavy sword went straight for Qiu Ya's face.

The crowd held their breath and retreated, the sand crunching underfoot. Qiu Ya's blade tip suddenly drew a silver gleam, tracing a meteor-like trajectory in the sunlight. The sharp edge of the Autumn Water Sword flickered, making it impossible to look directly at!

The Grandmaster Martial Artist's pupils constricted. He hastily brought his heavy sword back to defend, but saw the red figure had already pressed close to his side.

The blade grazed past his Adam's apple, drawing a string of blood beads. She used her toe to push off the ground and leap into the air, her skirt brushing against the Martial Artist's astonished face.

"Ignorant."

"Impossible..." The words he hadn't finished speaking caught in his throat. The Grandmaster's head rolled to the ground, and a pillar of blood spurted from his neck, splashing onto the sand.

Qiu Ya landed on one knee, the back of her blade tapping the ground with a crisp sound, startling countless people. The clang of weapons falling to the ground came from within the Luan Xiu Alliance's ranks.

"Dead? Just like that?"

"How is that possible! This is a Grandmaster! Although they are both Grandmasters, the weapons and Qi and blood used by Black Ghost are of the strength-based type, where one force breaks all laws. He might fail, but he shouldn't have died so quickly!"

"Damn it! Look at the blade in this female Grandmaster's hand, if I'm not mistaken, it's a 'Good Blade'!"

"Who is this person? I've never heard of her reputation in the Black Horn Mountain Range!"

"What should we do?"

"Why should we, these people, be afraid of her? She can't be just one person, and there are dozens of us... Listen to me, let's charge together and kill her first!"

Just then, a dull sound came from afar, accompanied by the successive clanging of armor. A line of heavily armored soldiers suddenly appeared in the sandstorm.

Shadowy figures approached, like a steel Great Wall pressing down!

The neat footsteps made the sand tremble.

The Yuting Guard's profound iron armor gleamed with a cold light. Everyone held long blades, and the clanging of blades against armor resonated with a metallic roar, the sound even overpowering the noisy storm.

This frightened the people of the Luan Xiu Alliance, making them retreat uncontrollably!

The moment Qiu Ya sheathed her blade, the Yuting Guard's killing formation had already unfolded.

A thousand Profound Armored Guards drew their blades simultaneously. The dark green Evil Qi surging on the blades was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, incredibly chilling. Even in broad daylight, one could feel the dense Evil Qi within it.

The Martial Artists in the front ranks of the Luan Xiu Alliance gripped their weapons, but an endless sense of fear arose within them.

"This feeling... seems to be Dao Soldiers?"

"Damn it, did Qingchi Mountain really discover us? And sent Dao Soldiers into the Black Horn Mountain Range?"

"What should we do?"

"Run! Run immediately!"

"Why run! Follow me and kill!"

An Innate Martial Artist roared! He held a bronze great hammer in both hands.

The hammer's body was covered in strange runes. When it landed, it actually created spiderweb-like cracks, clearly mixed with some Yao Beast Materials and inscribed with artifact patterns, giving it extraordinary power.

But the Yuting Guards remained unmoved. Twelve blademasters formed a circular formation, and Evil Qi solidified on their blades, like a rotating black moon wheel. The moment the great hammer slammed down, the moon wheel erupted, severing the great hammer along with the leader's arm.

"Ahhhhhh!"

A shrill roar echoed in the air!

These Martial Artists of the Luan Xiu Alliance, seeing the situation was dire, immediately wanted to flee.

They were only here to hunt, but they didn't want to bury their lives here!

This trip... was simply unlucky!

They retreated very quickly, but the frost-white Spiritual Qi that suddenly shot out from above their heads was even faster.

As streaks of frosty cold Qi filled the air,

A magic seal formed, and three-meter-tall ice walls suddenly stood before them, blocking the path of all of them!

The Luan Xiu Alliance immediately panicked, their faces showing fear, and they quickly looked towards the front of the formation.

"How is that possible, there's actually a Cultivator?"

"Damn it! As expected, Qingchi Mountain intervened!"

"Run! Run!"

"What are you afraid of? I'm still here!"

A black-robed figure suddenly stepped out, saying disdainfully,

"Using water and Ice Law in the Yellow Sand Plains is simply brain-dead. I observe his Qi to be quite ordinary! He must be some inexperienced Cultivator trying to show off!"

"I'll deal with him! No problem!"

"You all watch closely... Netherworld... Uh..."

"What is this thing?"

A lifelike ice cicada landed on the black-robed figure's shoulder.

It didn't make a cicada's chirp, but it made the black-robed figure feel a chill in his heart.

"When did the manipulated spell land on me? Damn it!"

The ice cicada exploded, half of his body covered in frost.

The black figure sneered and said,

"Inexperienced, looking down on whom? It's just a mere Ice Law!"

He formed a magic seal with his hands, and a gloomy blue Spiritual Qi outlined his figure. His body gradually turned into green smoke, like a Sand Essence, wanting to escape.

But unexpectedly, another ice cone suddenly descended from the sky.

The black-robed Cultivator of the Luan Xiu Alliance's expression immediately changed drastically.

"How can it be so fast? Has this person's minor Ice Law technique reached the pinnacle of perfection?"

"You underestimate me too much! You scum! Do you think you can kill me?"

"Dream on!"

He mustered his courage and fiercely formed a hand seal with both hands.

But he found several huge ice cones descending from the sky like sharp spikes.

They immediately pierced him, turning him into a bloody skewer of meat!

On the contrary, he didn't die, but spat out blood and barely managed to raise his hands.

"I still have a chance... I can't die!"

"Minor Return to Yang Art... If I can activate it, I can live... I can!"

Dense ice cones descended from the sky, immediately smashing through his head.

The sand under his feet twisted, forming a sand burial, crushing all his bones!

Poor Loose Cultivator, he didn't even get to see the person before being killed by a long-range attack!

Afterward, the Yuting Guard entered the battlefield and began to slaughter the remaining Martial Artists.

Blood and screams rose to the sky!

In just a few breaths, all that remained on the spot were corpses and a lingering scent of blood that had not dissipated for a long time.

Then, with an arrogant neigh of a horse, a young man in white casual clothes, with an elegant appearance and a cold demeanor, quietly appeared on the spot.

The large horse under him was full of Spiritual Qi, its eyes full of disdain and arrogance.

It was as if a supreme lord was inspecting his own territory.

Beside him was a young man in a dark red robe, looking disheveled.

"What was that Loose Cultivator rambling about just now? Did you hear clearly?"

The clearly leading Young Master, with his noble and extraordinary demeanor, who was obviously an Immortal, surveyed the refugee camp and ignored the nonsense beside him.

His gaze paused on the two women for a moment.

Then he looked at a young man with an ordinary face, and a hint of surprise actually appeared in his eyes.

This surprise then gradually turned into shock.

He then dismounted from his horse.

He walked in front of him.

And said with a respectful expression,

"Qingchi Mountain, Shen Family, Shen Li..."

"Greetings, Immortal Master!"