Narcissus stood on a tall tree branch, overlooking everything below. Her keen eyes closely followed Daozhen's every move. When she saw Daozhen trying to attack Fan Xin, she already had a countermeasure in mind.
She quickly made a mysterious handprint, then waved her arm gently, and a brilliant colorful water column spurted out from her hand and shot straight into the sky. This water column exudes dazzling light and seems to contain endless power.
At the same time, Daozhen sent out a blue beam of light, speeding towards Fan Xin. At this critical moment, the colorful water column released by Narcissus collided with Michizane's blue beam in mid-air.
Only an earth-shaking loud noise was heard, and the whole space trembled. The strong energy collision produced a huge shock wave that swept around. Daozhen's face instantly became extremely ugly. He felt as if his body was being pierced by thousands of fine needles at the same time, and the pain was unbearable.
He could not help but widen his eyes with an expression of astonishment. He did not expect Narcissus to have such a powerful strength. However, Narcissus seemed particularly calm and composed at this moment. She stood quietly on the branch of the tree, her eyes firm and calm.
Although Narcissus is often eccentric and does not appear to be a master of cultivation, he is actually in the Yusha realm above the Jiuyang realm. How can Daozhen be compared with the Jiuyang realm's skills.
Daozhen's eyesight went dark, and he spat out a cloud of blood mist with a pop.
After all, he was an intermediate elder in the Nine Yang Realm. He hurriedly exercised his Nine Yang Realm vitality and protected his body to block the pain like a fine needle.
Narcissus fired his kung fu forcefully, and the stinging sensation was like a sharp sword, piercing through his powerful Nine Yang Yuan Qi shield, and quickly piercing into his body like a bullet. . Daozhen let out a shrill scream, lost his balance, and fell straight from the sky like a falling meteor.
Upon seeing this, Daozong waved his sleeves, and the other elders glowed with purple, red, blue... lights, and galloped towards the mound. Mu Wan'er and Narcissus rushed towards them. Come down.
Let’s talk about Fan Xin. He was galloping all the way. When he reached the mouth of the valley, a figure suddenly blocked his way. I saw that this man was petite and wearing a green robe. He turned out to be a thin little Taoist priest!
The little Taoist priest came with great force. Without saying a word, he mobilized his inner strength and waved his sleeves. Suddenly, a strong wind roared towards Fan Xin's chest. Fan Xin was concentrating on flying the magic weapon at this time, and he just wanted to leave the valley as soon as possible and rush to the Nameless Valley. Facing the sudden strong wind, he had no time to react and could only deal with it hastily.
The strong wind was like a violent storm, carrying countless flying dust and branches, sweeping toward Fan Xin overwhelmingly. For a time, the dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun, making it difficult to see the figures in front of them clearly. Fan Xin was suddenly attacked and his body shook.He almost lost his balance and fell.
At this critical moment, Narcissus watched carefully in the air, but had no time to get away. Seeing that Mu Waner had the upper hand, he shouted: "Sister Waner, help Xin'er!"
< p> Mu Wan'er looked out of the corner of her eye and saw a young Taoist priest attacking Fan Xin. He was chanting a formula and saw a thick tree rising from the ground and flying out.The young Taoist priest drew his sword to block it. Where he could block it, he hit the chest with a bang, without making a sound, he fell down.
Only then did Fan Xin regain his balance. Seven Xuan Sect disciples filled the mountain and surrounded him with their own weapons.
Fan Xin had no desire to fight at this time and was extremely anxious. He closed his eyes, silently recited the formula Jin Wushuang taught him, and quickly made corresponding gestures. The swords and other weapons held in the hands of the disciples were seen to be out of their control as if being pulled by an invisible force. Accompanied by bursts of miserable screams, these weapons came together at an extremely fast speed, and wrapped in Fan Xin's powerful vitality, they quickly merged into a huge iron ball. Like a falling star, this iron ball hit the ground with unparalleled power, making a dull and loud noise. The entire ground trembled, as if it was about to crack.
Those Qixuanmen disciples were shocked and quickly retreated dozens of meters. However, around Fan Xin, the dark circle still surrounded him tightly, making it impossible for him to escape.
Fan Xin has lived in the Nameless Valley since he was a child and has never left it. The challenges he faced were, at best, fighting against the wild beasts in the valley, or some simple sparring competitions with his masters. Such a grand, life-and-death showdown was simply a fantasy to him.
Not only that, Fan Xinsheng is kind and gentle, and has never had any thoughts of killing. Even when facing an enemy, he only thinks about how to subdue the opponent rather than killing him. At this moment, facing these people in front of him, he really didn't want to push them into a desperate situation and let them die.
Just when Fan Xin was hesitant. An unknown Qixuanmen disciple threw a ball of white powder out of thin air. The powder floated towards Fan Xin with the wind.
Fan Xin was shocked and "devastated."
He quickly used his hands to push out.
With both palms, a burst of vitality spurred the air to roll. The strong wind quickly changed its direction and rolled towards the opposite side like a wind wave, carrying white powder.
Those Seven Mysterious Sect disciples each suffered their own consequences and fell to the ground.
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Seeing this, Fan Xin used all his strength in his legs and ran out of the valley.
Suddenly I heard moaning nearby.
When Fan Xin looked at it, he felt that this person looked familiar. I moved closer and then remembered.
When he and Narcissus investigated the mystery of the empty village, were they people who helped near the Demon Cult?
This person is Xuan Ji, but they only have a relationship with each other.
Fan Xin couldn't help but feel a strong sense of pity in his heart when he looked at the seriously injured man in front of him. He carefully lifted Xuanji up, gently touched his pulse, and carefully felt the flow of qi and blood in his body. After some investigation, Fan Xin discovered that Xuan Ji's injuries were life-threatening, the meridians throughout his body had been severed, and his pulse was so weak that he could hardly feel it.
Fan Xin decided to help Xuanji recover some physical strength and vitality first. He stretched out one hand to support Xuan Ji, and put the other hand on his back. He used his internal strength that he had cultivated for many years to continuously deliver vitality to Xuan Ji's body through his palm. With the injection of vitality, Xuanji's originally pale face gradually turned rosy, and his breathing became smoother.
Fan Xin did not dare to relax at all, and continued to concentrate on promoting the vitality, hoping to make Xuanji recover as soon as possible.
When Xuanji saw the masked Demon Cult members, he thought he was in danger and smiled bitterly.
Incredibly, there was suddenly a strong input of vitality in his body, which quickly reached the whole body along with the meridians, protecting his heart.
Fan Xin knew that to save Xuanji, injecting vitality would only temporarily save his life. When the vitality was exhausted, Xuanji's life would still be difficult to save.
Xuanji looked at the other person wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression clearly.
"Why do you want to save me?"
Fan Xin did not answer, but said coldly: "I inject vitality into you just to make you temporarily conscious. If you want to It's not easy to stay alive!"
Fan Xin stood up. If he wanted to save him, he would have to use up his own essence and blood. In this way, he would lose a lot of skill and possibly a year of practice. Eastward flow!
Seeing Fan Xin's hesitation, Xuanji said tremblingly: "Thank you! You have tried your best!"
Fan Xin snorted. "Without my master's skills, even gods can't save you!"
Xuanji smiled bitterly.
"Then my fate should be like this."
Fan Xin suddenly couldn't bear it when he saw Xuan Ji's painful look. He silently gathered his body's essence and blood, and used Master Wan'er's skills to Fa, driven by the vitality, quickly condensed into a true ball. At the moment of condensation, his body seemed to be half hollowed out in an instant.
Fan Xin sat behind Xuan Ji and withdrew with force with both palms. The true balloon condensed with Fan Xin's essence and blood slowly entered Xuan Ji as Mu Wan'er passed on the skills to Fan Xin. in vivo.
As time went by, Fan Xin's face gradually became a little pale, and the sweat on his face dripped down his cheeks, dripping on the ground, soaking a large area of the ground.
After waiting for the infuriating energy to enter, Fan Xin stood up again.
"Now you have a real balloon condensed with my essence and blood in your body to heal your injuries, so there will be no danger."