Chapter 64

Cheng Yunqi rushed out too fast, and the sword was drawn too urgently. Many people only saw the gushing flames, heard a shout to stop, and then, a person's head fell to the ground.

"Pull back further!"

There were also quick-reacting people among the Shu Daoists who saw that the young man who suddenly appeared had ghostly footwork and was good at close combat, so they retreated one after another.

Cheng Yunqi looked at the twelve people who had just separated, including Hai Jinqi. Four people had already fallen to the ground. The flying swords either slashed their necks or pierced through their chests, and there was no saving them.

Cheng Yunqi felt sorrow in his heart, but he had no time to indulge in sorrow. He quickly thought of a countermeasure. This group of Shu Daoists was completely unaffected in the miasma, and he hadn't seen the woman holding the fire sword. Although there were many people on his side, they were at a disadvantage.

"Never mind the corpses, hide in the dark and use arrows to support me! And be careful of people hiding!"

Cheng Yunqi said quickly.

The eight people who fell behind Cheng Yunqi were somewhat surprised, but they still chose to trust Cheng Yunqi.

Taking advantage of the retreat of those Shu Daoists, the eight people quickly joined the few who had just been ambushed and hid in the miasma again.

And Cheng Yunqi wanted to be the person holding a lamp in the open to light the way. He saw him pinching a talisman in his hand again, hitting it into the air, pointing his hand at the talisman, and reciting,

"Zhao!"

That talisman paper suddenly caught fire. This fire was transparent with a ginger-yellow warmth, jumping on the talisman paper. But this fire seemed illusory, and the talisman paper was not really burned, but the light emitted by the flame really dispelled the miasma, falling impartially on the place where the seven Shu Daoists were located.

The Miao people who had just hidden in the miasma immediately let out happy and suppressed low laughter. Yes, this was how they were slaughtered. That female thief fought with them with a fire sword, illuminating a piece, while other little thieves hid in the miasma, ambushing with flying swords.

Now it was their turn.

More than ten Miao people surrounded and dispersed the Shu Daoists. They had no flying swords, but they had talisman arrows. When they set off from the market just now, Studio Master Cheng had taken out all the remaining talisman arrows in the studio!

Some of them shot with crossbows, some threw with their hands, and the talisman arrows carried their hatred, shooting from the maze of miasma toward the place illuminated by the talisman paper.

And those seven Shu Daoists were indeed not ordinary people. As the old temple master said, they exuded a sharp intent. They jumped to dodge the talisman arrows, but they always formed a flexible formation, looking after each other.

If it weren't for the fact that they were smug and didn't form a formation just now, Cheng Yunqi wouldn't necessarily have been able to kill one person first.

Four of them were in a defensive posture, resisting the flying talisman arrows and Miao arts, while the other three were in an offensive posture. The latter all pinched sword formulas, chanting words, driving the flying swords to stab toward Cheng Yunqi's side in the sky. Cheng Yunqi controlled the lighting fire talisman, which was the person who truly trapped them in danger.

And Cheng Yunqi also saw the true appearance of the flying swords at this time.

These flying swords were all of one standard, not long, all about two feet, and the silver light was bright.

But these swords did not have a sword guard, the sword blade and sword handle were directly connected, and the sword handle was also very short. It was a short sword that could be held but was not convenient to hold.

However, although the flying swords were sharp, the mindfulness of these First Realm Shu Daoists was not much higher. The flying swords they drove stabbed straight over, lacking changes.

Cheng Yunqi stepped on the Dipper steps, stepped on the star map, twisted his body, and narrowly dodged the first wave of flying swords. But when the last flying sword grazed his shoulder, he turned back and tapped the blade of that flying sword with "Autumn Water."

"Ding!"

A crisp sound of metal intersecting.

Looking at the sword tip of "Autumn Water," observing the point marks on that flying sword, and feeling the force transmitted back in his hand, Cheng Yunqi understood the material of the Shu Dao flying swords.

Although these swords were sharp, they were also thin and brittle. As long as you dodged the sword tip and used side force to hit the sword body, you could damage these swords.

With a bottom in his heart, Cheng Yunqi dared to bully his way forward even more. Once the distance was close, the advantage of this flying sword was even less. The charging time of the flying sword was short, and the turning radius was smaller. In Cheng Yunqi's eyes, the flying sword was slower and more stiff.

Once a flying sword approached on the way, he would dodge sideways with footwork, or hit the sword spine of the flying sword with "Autumn Water" to pick it away.

And this series of actions by Cheng Yunqi fell into the eyes of the Shu Daoists and Miao people, and they only felt it was incredible.

Even if these flying swords were not famous treasures, even if they were only lowly disciples of the First Realm.

But if this flying sword could be hit so easily, why would their Mount Shu be famous? And if this flying sword could be hit so easily, why would their hundred-plus Miao people be buried here?

Thus, the Shu Daoists were even more chaotic in their hearts, and the Miao people's morale was even higher.

The Shu Daoists were surprised, but they had to dodge talisman arrows and maintain the formation, so they were naturally distracted. If they were distracted, they had to think more, and if they thought more, the flying swords would not be controlled steadily, and Cheng Yunqi would dodge even more easily.

After being at ease, he almost actively looked for flying swords, hitting the flying blades with "Autumn Water," like a dragonfly touching the water.

A string of *ding-ding-dang-dang* sounds, it sounded like the sound of a chime.

After dozens of moves, another flying sword attacked. This time, Cheng Yunqi did not dodge. He held the sword behind his back with his right hand, pinched a seal with his left hand, pointed at that flying sword, and recited,

"Crack!"

A magic intent fell on that flying sword, and the flying sword cracked in response, turning into seven or eight pieces and falling to the ground.

The three Shu Daoists who were fighting with Cheng Yunqi with swords, every time Cheng Yunqi knocked on a flying sword, their faces turned pale by one point. Now that one person's flying sword was shattered, his mindfulness was damaged, as if struck by lightning. He immediately vomited a mouthful of heart blood with a *wow* sound, and his legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

But at this very moment, his falling to the ground meant he was separated from the formation they had been jumping and moving in.

Cheng Yunqi's eyes condensed, and he changed the spell method without hesitation. He did not hold back, pointing directly at the person who fell to the ground and lost strength, and recited,

"Burn and destroy!"

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The golden smoke was almost invisible in the maze of miasma, light and airy, as if it would dissipate with a blow of wind. But the ethereal golden threads were slow but fast, accurately landing on that Shu Daoist. There was no sound, only violent firelight. Flames immediately ignited on that person—golden flames!

The flames swallowed the Shu Daoist in an instant, and that Shu Daoist couldn't even let out a scream.

The flames burned quietly, and the Shu Daoists stared blankly at that group of flames, forgetting to move for a while, but unfortunately, the Miao people also forgot to shoot.

"Crack!"

Only Cheng Yunqi remained unmoved and recited another spell.

"Bang~"

Familiar, the flying sword in the air that lost control and stabbed straight toward Cheng Yunqi cracked in response again, turning into fragments. This cracking sound was very light, unlike hitting a chime, but like Ru porcelain coming out of a kiln.

"Ah!"

It was just that unlike the previous one, this time the Shu Daoist who lost his flying sword also vomited blood, but he held on and didn't dare to fall to the ground. After screaming, he ran around in a panic, fearing that some flames would fall from the sky.

The scream woke everyone up. Another Shu Daoist immediately manipulated the flying sword to return, and the original formation of the Shu Daoists was also in a mess.

The Miao people woke up like a dream and shot again.

"Little Ancestor Li! Please appear to save our lives!"

Several Shu Daoists huddled together, backing against each other, shouting loudly.

"Heh, idiots, people have grasped the weakness of the flying sword, and you still want to attack with flying swords. Shouldn't you die?"

A cold female voice echoed in the maze of miasma.