Peerless Taoist

However, many of them were seriously injured. Their bodies were stained with blood, and their white shirts had completely turned into bloody clothes.    

These sword cultivators were protecting a woman in the middle.    

The woman had an oval face, and her features were sharp like blades. She seemed to be filled with a heroic spirit, and her face that was white like jade was even tainted with a wisp of fresh blood. Her body was covered in a fox fur that was covered in blood, and her smooth and jade legs stepped on a flying sword as she revealed an anxious expression.    

"Wuwuwuwuwu -"    

A strange sound that sounded like weeping sounded out from behind her.    

Hearing this sound, the few sword cultivators immediately tensed up.    

"Miss, I'll hold that monster back, you go first!" An old sword cultivator next to the woman suddenly turned around and charged in the opposite direction.    

Before the old sword cultivator could fly far, he was caught up by the ghosts behind him.    

In the darkness, it was almost as if demons were dancing. Tens of thousands of arms waved back and forth, swallowing the old sword cultivator in an instant.    

"Ahhh!" From within the darkness, the shrill cries of the old sword cultivator could be heard.    

Immediately following that, a berserk aura swept out in all directions. At the critical moment of life and death, he chose to self-destruct to protect his master.    

Rumble, rumble -    

Following a huge explosion, an incomparably violent energy immediately swept out from the underground palace's passageway.    

Tens of thousands of arms were immediately blasted away, and the ghosts hidden in the darkness were slightly suppressed. The woman quickly took the opportunity to escape with a few sword cultivators.    

"Wei Mengting, so it's her." Lu Yu recognized the woman in fox fur.    

When they were in the Imperial Capital, the Wei Clan challenged the Zhang Clan, and Lu Yu helped the Zhang Clan to hold the line. He had some interaction with the eldest daughter of the Wei Clan.    

It seemed like the emergence of Chang'an had attracted a lot of people. Even the Wei Clan, which was far away in the Imperial Capital, had been attracted here.    

It seemed like Wei Mengting was about to escape from danger.    

However, right at this moment, a golden handprint suddenly stretched out from the darkness and slapped fiercely at Wei Mengting.    

This golden handprint had a boundless Buddhist light on its surface, and it emitted a pure and merciful intent. As it waved in the air, the sound of chanting echoed in all directions, "Namo Amitabha."    

However, such a handprint had actually appeared from among the 10,000 Ghosts. The Yin Qi that reverberated in all directions caused this golden handprint to be filled with an evil aura.    

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

The golden palm print was unstoppable.    

All the sword cultivators that were struck by the golden palm print exploded one after another, turning into a mist of blood.    

Sword cultivators were the fiercest among all the cultivators. There was a limit to their ferocity. In the face of absolute power, the techniques that sword cultivators mastered were somewhat pale.    

"Nascent Soul Sword Qi, protect my mind!"    

Just as the huge golden palm was about to land, Wei Mengting suddenly took out a sword talisman and injected her magic power into it. Fu Lu was instantly ignited.    

This was the protective magic treasure given to her by the Wei Clan.    

Usually, core members of the family like Wei Mengting would use their magic power to seal the magic treasure in order to be used by these people during critical moments.    

A young genius was the most precious treasure of a clan. Losing even one of them was an irreparable loss.    

A majestic sword Qi burst out from Fu Lu, who was in Wei Mengting's hand, and rushed towards the giant golden hand.    

This was the attack left behind by the Sword Pool Holy Land's Holy Lord for Wei Mengting.    

The sword energy cut through the void and clashed with the golden palm print that was about to fall.