Chapter 144: Under Siege

Nearby monks were extremely surprised to see the black fog.

When the Xuansha Sect monks saw the black fog, they instantly dropped what was happening in front of them and flew towards the direction of the black fog.

Not long after, a group of Xuansha Sect monks surrounded the sky above Buqian.

They looked at the core of the black fog, which was as thick as ink, and a vague figure appeared in it.

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As Xuansha Sect members, they naturally knew what happened-a fellow tribesman was killed and chose to die together.

Looking at the richness of the Xuansha spiritual power, even the ninth level of foundation building can't survive.

There was anger and sadness in their eyes.

With the support of the Jindan Patriarch, all the visitors were above the seventh level of foundation building, and casualties occurred even with such full preparation.

This made them unable to accept it for a while.

Even if they encountered a stronger enemy, they could still fight a few moves to attract their fellow tribesmen to come to help, right?

Ye Buwen stayed in the black fog and felt three large, rich and destructive spiritual powers fighting with his body.

Even though he was used to the damage of the power of Xuansha, it was the first time for such a massive spiritual power attack.

Looking at the vague figure outside the black fog, Ye Buwen knew that what was coming had come and it was time to start.

All the means of speed burst were activated, and Ye Buwen rushed out of the black fog and ran towards the outside of the city.

"That man is still alive!" The Xuansha Sect cultivator was shocked when he saw Ye Buwen's figure.

"Chase! Kill him to avenge the clan."

A cultivator looked angry and drove the flying sword to chase him.

The sword sounded in the air like thunder, attracting many casual cultivators to stay away.

Although they didn't know what happened, they knew that something big had happened.

Dozens of Xuansha Sect foundation-building cultivators acted together, and the golden elixir had to retreat.

Ye Buwen's figure with black air flashed on the roof of Fengyun City, and it didn't take long for him to leave the city.

The city was not a good battlefield, especially near his own store.

If the Xuansha Sect monks killed too many people, the strong Xuansha power might affect the people hiding in the underground array.

And there were too few things for him to cut in the city.

When he came to the Liantian Mountains, the dense trees around him made Ye Buwen feel at ease.

"Give me your life."

A loud shout came from the air, and a ninth-level foundation-building monk held a flying sword and cast a spell, and a black giant sword over a hundred meters long chopped at him.

Ye Buwen quickly burst out the blood escape secret technique to avoid it.

The black sword light drew a trajectory in the air, and the top of the trees within a hundred meters were cut off.

Seeing that the sword did not hit, the monk threw the magic flying sword in his hand in the direction of Ye Buwen, clasped his hands and shouted.

In an instant, the giant sword exploded, and countless sharp spiritual powers carried the power of Xuansha and raged everywhere, leaving no grass in a radius of more than 200 meters.

Ye Buwen was blown away by the power of the explosion.

He was amazed in his heart: the power of the foundation-building monk is indeed powerful.

In front of the unprofitable store, if the three Xuanshamen monks hadn't been careless, it would have taken him a while to take down the Xuanshamen people.

Ye Buwen glanced at his own HP 7514/8627.

Spiritual power erosion, plus the spell attack was almost half-hit, causing him to lose more than a thousand HP.

This is a bit troublesome.

Dozens of foundation-building monks, one spell each, he might be blown into pieces.

Ye Buwen didn't stop, but rushed straight with a long knife in hand, cutting off all the trees and grass along the way.

The first goal is to restore the HP first.

"You can't escape, take my attack." A foundation-building eighth-level monk fell to the ground, and Xuansha spiritual power poured into the earth.

After a while, the earth shook and the mountains changed dramatically.

Countless giant thorns with black air pierced the ground, covering a radius of 300 meters, trying to pierce Ye Buwen.

However, this kind of control spell is not powerful.

Although Ye Buwen was lifted up, he was not injured at all.

Even his clothes were not damaged, because he was covered with spiritual equipment from head to toe.

Spiritual outer robe, spiritual inner armor, spiritual hand guards, spiritual boots, and spiritual leg guards.

Each piece was a mid-grade spiritual weapon.

With a mid-grade spiritual weapon and his strong body, ordinary attacks could not hurt him.

A cultivator from Xuansha Sect looked at Ye Buwen who was fully armed and said angrily: "Good guy, you are so well prepared, it seems that you have been harboring evil intentions against Xuansha Sect in your heart."

"While he is lifted up into the air by the spell, use the most powerful attack. If you have a spiritual weapon flying sword, use the sword control technique."

The foundation-building cultivator was brewing a powerful spell, and Ye Buwen did not sit still and wait for death. He took out a low-grade spiritual weapon shield from the storage bag to protect his whole body.

Flame, giant sword, giant palm, spiritual weapon flying sword...

Dozens of attacks poured down on Ye Buwen.

The torrent of spells and spiritual power swept thousands of meters, forming a huge storm that swept everything around, and Ye Buwen was blown away like a rag bag.

Ye Buwen vomited a lot of black blood.

His blood volume dropped by nearly two thousand.

Although he was seriously injured, Ye Buwen was not panicked, but showed a happy expression.

He was just thinking about how to get out of the sight of this group of people, and the attack of Xuansha Sect gave him an opportunity.

The attack of dozens of foundation-building monks seemed to be bluffing and powerful, but the effect was not very ideal.

Cannons hit mosquitoes, dozens of shells bombarded, but only a few actually hit and caused damage.

The rest of the damage was missed, and then the power was greatly reduced in the mutual influence of power.

Ye Buwen climbed up from the ground and pulled out the three spiritual flying swords that were inserted into his body and shield.

Putting the three spiritual flying swords into the storage bag, Ye Buwen activated the blood escape secret technique and left.

The Xuanshamen monks looked at the colorful huge storm they created in front of them, feeling proud and proud.

"With this kind of movement, even if Jindan came, he would die on the spot." A monk laughed.

"Of course. Which Jindan dares to take the full force of dozens of our foundation-building monks."

"With such a powerful force, the body of that guy should have been blasted into slag by us." One person laughed, causing smiles on the faces of the people around him.

Suddenly, one person's face changed and shouted: "No, he is still alive, the induction of my flying sword is blocked."

"Mine too."

"Mine too."

The eyes of the other dozens of people showed doubts.

"You guys try to sense it again. Maybe you were disturbed by the torrent of our magic."

"Even the golden elixir can't survive, so it's normal for your flying sword to be damaged."

This explanation was instantly recognized by everyone.

In their cognition, it was impossible for anyone to survive such an attack.

A few strange things were answered in their discussion.

Ye Buwen chopped trees to recover while fleeing.

Not long after, his injuries were almost recovered and his blood volume was in a healthy state.

Ye Buwen looked at the traces of his actions and came up with a plan.