When the four of them felt the berserk Qi from behind them, they were already horrified. The four of them regretted coming to the Flying Spirit Sect and they did not manage to reap the benefits from it. Instead, they were going to throw their lives at the Flying Spirit Sect.

The four black streaks arrived like lightning, bringing with them a bone-piercing cold force. They turned into numerous afterimages of black light, and with a low sonic boom, they directly penetrated through the four people's protective barrier, causing it to crack. It was as if it was corroded by a corrosive object, and in an instant, it turned into smoke.

Four streaks of black light were now pouring down on the four of them, blasting open the s.p.a.ce with their violent energies.

"Puchi!"

"Bang bang!"

Four corpses fell to the ground. Four of them were killed in one move. This kind of strength shocked the surrounding disciples of the Flying Spirit Sect greatly. The Great Elder's strength was actually this terrifying.

"Kill …"

Chang Lei and the others shouted loudly. True energy flashed under their feet as their bodies moved through the crowd. Their horses cried out and their people cried out. The entire s.p.a.ce was filled with blood as the green gra.s.s on the ground was dyed red.

"Flee! The Elders are all dead! Flee!" There weren't many disciples left in the Rakshasi Sect. Each and every one of them rushed out of the encirclement. However, the five Elders of the Flying Spirit Sect had already sealed off the s.p.a.ce, making it impossible for them to escape.

"Bang bang!"

Huge sonic booms rang out unceasingly. As people fell to the ground, the final third level Martial Master disciple of the Rakshasi Sect was also killed by Hu Nan Sheng.

As the sound of his voice faded, the Soul Poison Marshal, Dong Wuming, disappeared from where he stood like a ghost, causing the disciples to sigh in admiration. The strength of this Great Elder was simply too terrifying.

"Hurry, burn these corpses and return to build the palace." Hu Nanzheng said loudly.

"The strength of the Zephyr Guild is actually this terrifying? Han Changsheng was killed in one move."

"From what I see, he seems to be a Spirit Master, not a Martial Disciple."

"When we see the people from the Flying Spirit Sect in the future, it's best not to provoke them. I'm afraid that the Rakshasi Sect will be in trouble this time. More than half of the elite disciples have died."

Everyone in the distance was discussing amongst themselves in amazement. Only after a long time did they leave.

As he recuperated, Lu Shao You could feel that the injuries in his body were healing rapidly. From the looks of it, his injuries were recovering a few days earlier than he had expected.

During the night, there were a few people seated within the great hall of the Luo Sha Gate. Each of their faces was filled with fury while a trace of panic was mixed within.

"Pa …!"

In the main hall, Deng Fengliang's palm directly smashed the table beside him into pieces.

"Sect Leader, Elder Han and the others have all been killed. Over a hundred elite disciples have all been killed. What should we do now?"

Several of the Elders in the hall spoke out, each with an ugly expression on their faces.

"Hmph, how dare the Flying Spirit Sect! I will go to the Ghost Martial Sect tomorrow morning. Our Luo Sha Sect must take revenge for this!" Deng Fengliang's face was filled with rage.

"Elders, don't worry. No matter what, we are still part of the outer sect. The Ghost Martial Sect will not care about our matters. Moreover, with the Flying Spirit Sect's secret chamber, the Ghost Martial Sect will definitely be interested." Deng Fengliang said.

"Leader, it will take us over ten days to get to the Ghost Martial Sect. What should we do if people from the Zephyr Guild show up at our doorstep during these few days?" Another elder said.

"I will ride on the flying demonic beast for three days. I must destroy the Flying Spirit Sect." Deng Fengliang said coldly.

At the top of a mountain, there were trees and leaves floating in the air. It was autumn in the eyes of the people, and when the wind blew, it brought along a chill. Winter was almost upon them.

On top of the mountain, a beautiful figure was dancing as she drew countless sword shadows with her sword. The sword shadows were like the ethereal serpents that came out of their holes, and sometimes they were like wind dragons that soared into the sky, creating sonic booms.

Falling leaves danced about everywhere on the mountain, accompanied by sword images that flickered with light. From afar, the owner of this beautiful figure was incomparably beautiful, and her figure was graceful. The sword dancing and falling leaves accompanied her, causing one to be astounded.

"Dang …"

Only after a long while did the girl sheathe her sword. Her clothes fluttered in the wind as her black hair fluttered in the wind. She stared silently with a hint of worry on her face.

"Sister Wushuang is getting stronger and stronger." A melodious voice rang out as two beautiful figures sat far away. They were none other than Dugu Binglan and her servant, Cui Yu.

"Bing Lan, Cui Yu, don't laugh at me." When the woman turned around, she faintly smiled at the two of them. Other than Lu Wushuang, there was naturally no one else.

"Sister Wushuang, how could we dare to laugh at you? Yesterday, I heard that you had already defeated the forty-second rank on the Dragon Rankings, which caused many inner elders to be amazed." Cui Yu pursed her lips and smiled.

"Girl, don't think that I do not know about your strength. I'm afraid that your strength is not simple. Perhaps, even I am not a match for you." Lu Wushuang glared at Cui Yu and smiled.

"It's his birthday today, he should be 17 years old now..." Lu Wushuang murmured as he gazed into the distance.

"It's the birthday of the young ones today. Unfortunately, it's still unclear whether he's dead or alive," Lu Wushuang said softly. Her brows were knitted tightly together as she gazed at the Cyan Moon Sword in her hands with tears in her eyes.

"Hopefully..." Lu Wushuang sighed. It had been almost a year and there was still no place for her. The chances of her survival were close to zero. In other words, it was impossible for her to survive. In this year, she had no choice but to accept this fact.

"Huff …"

In the cave, Lu Shaowu stopped his breathing and slowly let out a breath of foul air. His complexion had already recovered quite a bit.

Sensing that the injuries in his body had already recovered by more than seventy percent, Lu Shaoyu smiled faintly. His injuries had healed much faster than he had expected.

"Hm?"

At this moment, Lu Shaowu was slightly surprised. There was a ripple in his mind. He quickly put away the jade bed and left the cave.

In the back mountain of the Zephyr Guild, a huge pressure shot up into the sky. When the surrounding wild beasts felt this huge pressure, they all lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to move. They didn't even have the courage to move their bodies.

"Sizzle sizzle!" The dragon hovered around Lu Shaoyu's shoulder. Its small eyes were focused on the Heavenly Winged Snow Lion floating in the air, its tongue continuously flicking out.

"Whoosh …"

A black robed figure also landed beside Lu Shaoyu like lightning. It was Poison Codger Dong Wuming. Poison Codger Dong Wuming stared at the Skywing Snow Lion in midair and was slightly surprised as he said: "The Skywing Snow Lion is about to break through."

"Your injuries are recovering quite quickly." Only now did Soul Poison Marshal Dong Wuming look at Lu Shaoyu. He felt the color on Lu Shaoyu's face and knew that his injuries were already over.

"The injury wasn't too heavy." Lu Shaoyu smiled, then asked: "Old Dong, did anything happen in the past few days?"

A few days ago, a ninth level Martial Spirit came to the Luosha Sect. As for the other four, they are also Martial Spirits. The Evil Soul Poison Marshal, Dong Wuming, said lightly, as if he did not kill those people.

"Ninth level of the Martial Spirit." Lu Shaowu frowned. He glanced at the Poison Soul Marshal, Dong Wuming, and said, "Fortunately, elder Dong is in the Flying Spirit Sect."

"Oh right, I have something to ask you." Soul Poison Marshal Dong Wuming seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Lu Shaoyu and asked: "You brat, are you a Fourth Division Warrior?"