Dark Immortal Cultivation

"what!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the long street under the cover of night.

Although the flames launched by Zhang Qing were only the size of pigeon eggs, the explosive power they produced was by no means weak.

The cultivator who was hit was instantly engulfed in flames on one side. His black outfit tore and burned, emitting wisps of black smoke and a pungent smell of burning flesh.

In the midst of the excruciating pain, the magical power he had gathered at his fingertips suddenly dissipated. The defensive talisman he was holding in his hand could not be activated in time, and he staggered backward.

But two more bursts of flame followed, striking his chest and abdomen respectively!

This powerful cultivator could no longer bear it and suddenly collapsed to the ground, letting out miserable howls.

It was clear that he wouldn't survive.

Meanwhile, his companions, facing a barrage of fiery projectiles fired by Zhang Qing, were only concerned with dodging and had no regard for his life or death!

At this moment, Zhang Qing continued to leap forward. The Divine Speed ​​Talisman he had just imbued with shimmered with spiritual light, and wisps of pale blue energy swirled around his body, making him light and swift.

After disrupting the enemy's formation with a single blow and taking down one of them, he did not rush forward recklessly for personal gain!

In just a few breaths, the battle that was taking place on the long street had completely spiraled out of control.

The members of the third patrol team were now in complete chaos.

Some were injured and fell to the ground, some turned and fled, and some shouted desperately.

They were simply unable to mount an effective counterattack!

The enemy was very strong, and the surprise attack gave them the first-mover advantage, allowing them to gain a complete upper hand from the start.

The cultivators in the third patrol team were all members of the outer hall, and their strength and cohesion were no match for the core members of the Changfeng Society.

There is great terror between life and death.

When faced with a true life-or-death situation, these cultivators' reactions were actually quite normal.

Only the leader of the team, Wei Xiong, was extremely brave. He wielded a large sword that created layers of thick light screens, and his fierce sword energy crisscrossed, actually managing to block the rain of arrows and magical fire.

In an instant, the crisp sound of metal colliding continued, and sparks flew in all directions in the dark night.

He stood like an iron wall, firmly blocking the front of the team!

Suddenly, a sharp metallic aura shot out, piercing through the sword curtain and striking Wei Xiong's thigh.

As a result, it was blocked by a faint layer of spiritual light!

He was a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining and had already mastered the "Spiritual Light Protection Technique".

However, the number of attackers far exceeded that of the patrol team, and dark figures kept appearing, with each wave of attacks more intense than the last.

"Hold on!"

Wei Xiong roared like thunder, echoing through the long street.

He immediately lunged forward, sweeping his greatsword horizontally across the front.

At this time, Zhang Qing encountered new troubles.

A black-clad cultivator stared at him, then slapped his storage pouch at his waist with his left hand, suddenly unleashing three gleaming, bone-piercing nails!

Zhang Qing activated his spiritual senses and instantly sensed the danger. He suddenly rolled forward, barely avoiding the incoming hidden weapon.

call out!call out!call out!

Three bone-piercing nails grazed his clothes and struck the wall behind him.

It penetrates three-tenths of an inch into the stone, and the tremor continues.

Taking advantage of this brief moment of respite, Zhang Qing once again formed hand seals, causing the true energy within his dantian to circulate rapidly, flowing along the meridians and converging entirely in his palm.

This time, he did not disperse his magical power, but instead focused all his energy on condensing a fist-sized ball of blazing fire.

The next moment, Zhang Qing suddenly leaped high into the air and launched his strongest counterattack at the black-clad cultivator!

It is impolite not to reciprocate!

The black-clad monk had just pulled out another handful of bone-piercing nails.

Before he could even unleash his power, his entire vision was filled with a vast expanse of flames, followed by a surge of intense heat.

boom!

A muffled explosion suddenly rang out, and a scorching wave of air swept around.

The black-clad cultivator had no time to dodge, nor did he have any spiritual energy to protect him; he was completely engulfed by the flames.

He turned into a burning fireman!

Having succeeded in his attack, Zhang Qing disregarded the outcome and flew forward with all his might.

I really wish I had two more legs!

If the Swiftness Talismans could be used in combination, he would have used as many as he had.

I will never be frugal in a life-or-death situation.

Just then, Zhang Qing saw the alleyway next to him and darted in without hesitation.

As for the lives of his teammates, they were not even on his radar.

Zhang Qing has done his best.

At the same moment, a deep, piercing sound suddenly came from the other side of the long street. The sound was heavy and rapid, far beyond what ordinary arrows could produce.

Wei Xiong, who was caught in the fierce battle, suddenly changed his expression and shouted sharply, "Everyone retreat immediately! It's a heavy crossbow!"

The heavy crossbow is far more lethal than a bow and arrow. The triangular arrowheads of the crossbow bolts have a strong armor-piercing ability. Even the protective aura of a Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator is difficult to withstand. Being hit head-on will result in serious injury!

Wei Xiong, with his rich combat experience, immediately realized that something was terribly wrong.

He simply couldn't understand how such an elite force could suddenly emerge from the camp.

Is this really the work of the Iron Hands Gang?

He didn't have time to think it through.

One after another, crossbow bolts imbued with terrifying power tore through the night and hurtled towards Wei Xiong, the center of the battle!

At this moment, Wei Xiong's eyes sharpened, and instead of retreating, he advanced, channeling his true energy into the greatsword.

The sword's blade emitted a burst of white light.

The muscles in the arms of this Qi Refining Level 4 Body Cultivator were bulging as he swung his greatsword repeatedly!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The deafening clang of metal clashing together was deafening.

Three armor-piercing crossbow bolts aimed at Wei Xiong were actually intercepted.

Wei Xiong's tiger's mouth instantly split open and bled. He was forced to take three steps back by the huge impact, and shallow cracks were left on the bluestone slab under his feet.

His blood and qi were churning violently, and he felt a faint sweetness in his throat.

The enemy's heavy crossbows were no ordinary objects; they were imbued with some kind of magic, making them extremely powerful.

Wei Xiong's ability to block three arrows in a row demonstrates his exceptional bravery!

Seeing this, the attackers in the shadows immediately seized the opportunity, unleashing beams of magical energy that instantly blocked all of Wei Xiong's escape routes.

Just as Wei Xiong was about to suffer a severe injury, a burst of spiritual light suddenly erupted, enveloping his entire body.

At the critical moment, this body cultivator activated a life-saving talisman!

哔～

As Wei Xiong found himself in danger, the bamboo whistles calling for help grew increasingly urgent and sharp.

In the distance, the faint sound of hurried footsteps could be heard in the darkness.

The reinforcements from the Changfeng Society are on their way at top speed!

Seeing this, a man in black, hidden in the shadows, flashed a ruthless and resolute glint in his eyes and coldly shouted, "Retreat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the men in black stopped fighting and simultaneously threw out bamboo tubes.

The bamboo tube shattered the moment it hit the ground.

boom! boom! boom!

Thick black smoke instantly filled the entire street, and the pungent smell of gunpowder enveloped the surroundings, obscuring everyone's vision.

After a moment, the black smoke was dispersed by the night wind.

The attackers had vanished without a trace.

Their companion's body also vanished!

A sudden, bloody battle broke out, arriving swiftly and retreating strangely.

The long street was a mess, the embers of the fire still lingered, and blood slowly flowed through the cracks in the bluestone slabs. The stench of blood mixed with the smell of smoke was unbearable.

When the reinforcements from the Changfeng Society arrived, all they found was Wei Xiong, still in a fighting stance, and a few of his gang members lying in pools of blood.

He stared intently in the direction the men in black had fled, his eyes filled with solemnity and gloom!

A middle-aged cultivator stepped forward and asked in a deep voice, "Old Wei, can you tell who they are?"

"It shouldn't be the Iron Hands Gang."

Wei Xiong spoke in a deep, hoarse voice, carrying an undeniable certainty: "They're outsiders!"

The Changfeng Society and the Iron Hand Gang have been fighting for decades and know each other very well.

Wei Xiong often fought on the front lines, so he was naturally very familiar with the Iron Hand Gang's style.

While Wei Xiong was talking to the middle-aged cultivator, Zhang Qing quietly slipped out of the alley and returned to the street.

Hurry up and join up with the reinforcements.

As soon as Zhang Qing returned, a cold, sharp gaze fell upon him.

It was Wei Xiong!