Others are still struggling, but I am just slacking off.

Chapter 219 Build a Cenotaph for Me

When Qian Yushui saw Murong Ao easily blocked the attacks of the six of them, his heart sank and his face turned pale.

Although the six of them were just testing, they didn't expect Murong Ao to be able to resolve it so easily.

Before the fight, she kept overestimating Murong Ao's fighting ability in her mind, but she still underestimated him.

As expected, the difference of one realm was enough to annihilate all of them.

The divine sense looked at the other five people. Although their faces looked ugly, none of them had a dejected expression.

Yang Hui looked at Qian Yuting, Zhuoran, and Qiao Xinxin vaguely.

Seeing his expression, the three of them nodded in understanding.

Yang Hui attacked again, and the others followed suit without hesitation.

Murong Ao looked at the six people with contempt as they attacked again and again, but he did not attack, just defended.

It was as if the six people in front of him were just a circus hired by the servants for fun.

Seeing Murong Ao's contempt for them, Yang Hui became even more angry and launched his strongest attack.

[What's going on]

[It feels like the ancestors are powerless]

[That’s right, Master and his men tried their best, but the “immortal” took it easy. Do we still have a chance to survive?]

[Hey! What should I do now?]

[No, I believe in Senior Sister Qian, she can definitely do it]

The person who spoke was Fang Na. In her mind, Senior Sister Qian was a legend.

Senior Sister Qian will definitely be able to do it.

Fang Na's eyes were full of worry. She held the sword tightly in her hand and looked up into the air, not daring to blink.

There is her faith, her God.

It was Senior Sister Qian who changed her life.

If it weren’t for Senior Sister Qian, she would still be a small errand disciple at Yitian Peak.

If it weren't for Senior Sister Qian, she would still be a mere Qi training disciple and would not have the cultivation to reach the Fusion stage.

If it weren't for Senior Sister Qian, she wouldn't have the glory she has now and become the elder of Yitian Peak.

Maybe Senior Sister Qian has forgotten that she had helped a nobody like her, but she would never allow anyone to hold her back or fight passively.

She couldn't take part in the battle in mid-air.

But she can do her best to protect the people and things that Senior Sister Qian protects.

[We must believe in Senior Sister Qian and the sect. Only by fighting with all our might can we have a glimmer of hope. The only thing we can do now is not to give them negative emotions. If anyone dares to say anything nonsense again, don’t blame my Jian Wuqing.]

Fang Na suppressed the worry in her eyes. Her gaze became as cold as ten thousand years of ice. Wherever she looked, people shivered as if they would freeze to death in the next moment.

Seeing Fang Na's protection, Jiang Li nodded with satisfaction, thinking that it was worth it for his disciple to take care of her.

Looking up into the sky, suddenly a figure fell from mid-air.

His heart trembled. Five of the six people in the sky were his disciples. No matter who they were, he felt heartbroken.

Fly forward and catch the falling person.

It’s Xiner.

Jiang Li looked at his second disciple in his arms. His face was pale, blood was oozing from his chest, blood was still gushing from the corners of his mouth, and his breath was faint.

Without time to feel sad, he hurriedly took out the tenth-grade resurrection pill, stuffed it into her mouth, and helped her refine the medicinal power.

[Ah! Another person fell down]

[Hurry up and save him! ]

[quick! ]

Elder Hu hurriedly caught it. It was Zhuoran.

It was unknown whether he was alive or dead, and there was a hole in his body.

Blood gurgled out.

Jiang Li looked at Qiao Xinxin, whose breathing had stabilized a little in his arms, took out a tenth-grade resurrection pill and threw it to Elder Hu.

Elder Hu is responsible for feeding the medicine, and Elder Qi is responsible for helping to refine the medicinal power.

Elder Qi looked at the two seriously injured people and was overwhelmed with grief.

With that man's move, only two of the five strongest men in Hualing Sect were killed or killed.

If Yu Shui had not been generous and provided them with top-grade elixirs, these two people would have died today.

The Hualing Sect suffered heavy losses.

Jiang Li is afraid that...

Besides, it’s not over yet.

All hopes rest on Qian Yushui and the other two.

Qian Yushui looked at Brother Zhuo and Sister Qiao on the ground, whose lives or deaths were unknown in order to protect her. She looked at her brother and Yang Hui, who were standing in front of her to block all attacks for her, and tears flashed in her eyes.

She looked at Murong Ao opposite her. This man was still as arrogant as ever, and his eyes were full of contempt when he looked at them.

She could no longer let her brother and Senior Brother Yang follow their tempers; she had to fight alongside them.

"Brother, Senior Brother Yang, please believe me, let's fight side by side." Qian Yushui tried to persuade the two.

"Junior sister, let me protect you this time!"

Yang Hui shook his head. He knew that the people on the opposite side were invincible, at least not someone they could defeat now. Today was their death day, and whoever could escape would win.

Senior Sister Qiao, Senior Brother Zhuo, and he, Senior Brother Qian, all wanted to protect their junior sister willingly.

The junior sister is sincere to them, and they also want to protect her.

"Junior sister, you go first. When you become stronger, you can avenge me and the sect. I can still hold on for a while. Let's go!" Yang Hui said in a firm tone without looking back.

Qian Yushui looked at the two stubborn people in front of him and really wanted to knock them out: "Brother Yang, Brother, you have to trust me and get out of the way."

Yang Hui suddenly turned around, with a smile on his face: "Junior sister, please leave quickly. Remember to build a tomb for me in the future. Remember to bring my favorite meals and worship me often."

When Qian Yushui heard Yang Hui's words, she had a bad premonition. She felt a black screen in front of her eyes and then fainted.

"Shi Xin, I'm your junior sister. Please take care of her in the future." Yang Hui handed the Qianyu Water to Shi Xin.

Qian Yuting saw Yang Hui taking action and did not stop him.

Although he knew that his sister was very capable, Qian Yuting didn't want her to make any mistakes.

She has already given enough to the sect, so let him guard the sect for his sister.

Qian Yuting nodded to Shi Xin.

Seeing that the two were determined, Shi Xin hugged Qian Yushui and left.

Qian Yuting and Yang Hui breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the two men leave the battlefield safely.

Murong Ao's mouth curled up slightly, his tone full of contempt: "Oh, do you think they can escape? I will deal with you two jumping clowns first, and then deal with those two grasshoppers."

"Then give it a try!"

Yang Hui took the lead.

"Nine Heavens Ice Art"

When Murong Ao faced the Nine Heavens Ice Art, a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

I didn't expect that in this lower world, there would be such god-level skills.

But so what.

The difference in cultivation is a huge chasm.

"Red Lotus of Destruction"

Yang Hui felt powerless as he watched his special skill being used in seconds. There was a high mountain in front of him, and he couldn't climb over it no matter what he did. He felt a little desperate.

"Thunderbolt Destruction Record"

Qian Yuting used his god-level skills to block the attack.

"Thunder Control Order"

Thunderclouds gathered instantly and locked onto Murong Ao.

"boom!"

Murong Ao tried to dodge but it was useless until he was struck by lightning. He exhaled a puff of black smoke and gritted his teeth: "You! Are! Very! Good!"

After he finished speaking, he began to make hand gestures.

Qian Yuting and Yang Hui looked at each other tacitly.

"Nine Heavens Ice Art"

"Thunder Control Order"

The two men interrupted Murong Ao's movements, but most of the spiritual energy in their bodies was also consumed.

Murong Ao was hit again. Although he did not spit out blood, his internal organs felt like ice and fire.

He was furious: "You! Are! Dead! For! All!!"