Chapter 904: Jian Zhuang Xing Xiang (Part 1)

There were not many people from Xingxiangguan who came to Tianjin City. It was easy to deal with the Moon Demon Sect alone, but the addition of the Soul-Destroying Palace warriors put a lot of pressure on Xingxiangguan. Situ Reading.\nＣＯＭ Lin Tujue, the eldest brother of Xingxiangguan, naturally took up the responsibility and took the initiative to stop the two Void Realm Eighth Level masters, which was considered to reduce some pressure on other disciples.

On the other side, Xuan Jing faced a Void Realm Eighth Level plus a Seventh Level.

Due to the long battle time, Xuan Jing's energy consumption was a bit too much. At this moment, sweat was flowing on her fair face. Her originally neat bun also had a few strands of hair scattered, floating in front of her forehead. Coupled with Xuan Jing's expression as if facing a great enemy, she looked very heroic.

She wielded a sky-blue long sword, and the sharp sword intent flashing on the sword tip was something that even a Void Realm Eighth Level warrior would not want to face. Sword Qis stabbed at the two opponents like a streak of silk, making them try to avoid it, obviously very afraid of the long sword in Xuan Jing's hand.

As the little princess of Xingxiang Temple, Xuan Jing practiced martial arts and weapons that were rarely seen in normal times.

The sky-blue long sword in her hand was the famous earth-level top-grade spiritual weapon of Xingxiang Temple - Tianjian Sword. It was with the blessing of this sick spiritual sword, combined with Xuan Jing's already strong Daluo Xingxiang sword intention, that she firmly gained the upper hand.

Compared with Lin Tujue and Xuan Jing, the battle situation of other Xingxiang Temple disciples was much more difficult. Many people were injured or even died tragically. At this moment, the already tense situation became even more tragic.

More than a dozen Xingxiang Temple disciples gathered back to back, struggling to support and resist the attack from the Demon Sect.

Every once in a while, there were screams...

Above the sky, Wang Po, holding a silver spear, saw the tragedy below from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly a cold and indomitable momentum burst out, blowing several Yuanli attacks into pieces.

The sharp and unparalleled "Breaking Artistic Realm" surged on Wang Po's spear, causing the surrounding void to be torn apart by the sharp spear intent.

"Wang Po, why don't you surrender! This time, your righteous forces will definitely lose, and you alone can't support the overall situation."

"If you can join my Soul-Snatching Palace, with your cultivation strength, I am willing to practice dual cultivation with you and share the bliss of the world."

The graceful and noble middle-aged beauty of the Soul-Snatching Palace looked at Wang Po with a hint of favor in her eyes.

She could feel the "unyielding, indestructible" state of mind on Wang Po. If this state of mind faced her alone, she would probably be defeated by the silver spear in less than ten shots.

Even if four people besieged Wang Po together, she still didn't have much hope for her side.

Even if Wang Po could be defeated, he would definitely have to pay a huge price, which was not what she wanted to see at the moment.

The various branches of the Demon Sect had been scheming and stabbing each other more than once or twice. If she and others fought with Wang Po here and both sides were injured, who knows how other branches would plot against them.

The Soul-Snatching Palace was different from other branches of the Demon Sect. There were few people in the Palace, especially the female disciples who were proficient in the way of seduction, who were the objects of other Demon Sects' covetousness. She couldn't bear to see her disciples suffer huge losses. Instead, it was Wang Po's strength that made this middle-aged beautiful woman itch. If she could absorb Wang Po into the Soul-Snatching Palace and make him her dual cultivation partner, she would definitely be able to greatly increase her strength in the palace.

"Haha... you, a witch, don't know me, Wang Po, well enough."

"If I, Wang Po, surrender easily, how can I comprehend the artistic conception of breaking?"

"Today, let me tell you what the artistic conception of breaking is. The stronger the enemy, the stronger it is. Go forward without hesitation... and die!"

Amidst the loud laughter, an extremely thick spear light penetrated, as powerful as lightning, with an inexplicable energy.

Under this burst of energy, the middle-aged beautiful woman and the other three king realm masters changed their colors at the same time, and their bodies dispersed in an instant. Everyone's eyes showed an extremely fearful feeling.

This Wang Po's "artistic conception of breaking" is really so powerful that it is difficult for others to match it.

I just don't know how many times he can use such a strong artistic conception power...

The battle is still going on.

The battle is getting more and more intense. The elite disciples of Xingxiangguan, who were less than 20, are all wounded except for the few who have died in the battle.

Lin Tujue was no longer fighting one against two, but one against three or even more. He was attacked by a Void Realm Eighth Level Demon Sect warrior from the dark. He was cut by a sword from behind and his Qi armor was broken, leaving a huge wound.

Lin Tujue's face turned pale in an instant. After a loud shout, he swung a sword with his backhand. The sharp sword energy of the rusty sword in his hand suddenly attacked and penetrated the heart of the attacker.

Despite the serious injuries, Lin Tujue, who exchanged his injuries for his life, still killed the Void Realm Eighth Level master with one sword.

The figure staggered back and was immediately taken over by Xuan Jing and others.

Seeing that Lin Tujue was seriously injured, Xuan Jing couldn't help crying, half-knelt in front of Lin Tujue, and took out jars of healing pills to heal him in a hurry.

As the little princess of the Astrology Temple, how could Xuan Jing have experienced such a tragic war?

Seeing that her senior brother Lin Tujue, who was a bit ruffian but took special care of her, was suddenly seriously injured, naturally made her feel a little overwhelmed.

"What should I do now? I can't stop these devil cubs..."

"Brother Chen has died in battle, Brother Lin Tujue is also seriously injured, Elder Wang Po is besieged by four king-level masters and has no time to take care of us. Could it be that... we will all die in battle in Tianjin City?"

There were whispers around, and the sound made the atmosphere of the entire Xingxiangguan even more desperate.

Listening to these depressing words, Xuan Jing didn't know whether to reprimand or comfort them at this moment.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered the figure who left alone at the gate of Tianjin City, the young man who could always make the impossible possible, the Junior Brother Ye who helped her solve her problems and was even willing to help her awaken the "Moon Spirit Body".

Ye Feng, where are you?

Where are you?

We need you...

On the wound on Lin Tujue's back, circles of black powder were emitting at this time, and the surrounding flesh began to fester. The burning pain made Lin Tujue pale, and he actually uttered a muffled cry of pain.

Obviously, the person who attacked Lin Tujue had smeared a deadly poison on the sword.

The remaining dozen or so disciples of the Xingxiang Temple surrounded the two of them. They waved their long swords, and waves of sword energy surged from their bodies. Their alert eyes were anxious and tired.

Now, they have become turtles in a jar.

Looking at the demon sect warriors who gathered around and stared at them, the disciples of the Xingxiang Temple gathered together, and everyone had a heart of death.

Seeing such a desperate situation, Xuan Jing suddenly swallowed the decadence and powerlessness that spread in her heart.

Others can despair, but she can't.

She is the daughter of the master of the Xingxiang Temple. After Lin Tujue fell, she is now the pillar of all the disciples of the Xingxiang Temple. If even she loses her fighting spirit, the Xingxiang Temple will really be finished.

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