"Report! There are a hundred demon cultivators on the east side who are following the reef to the island!"

"Head of the family! A demon cultivator has come to kill him in the south!"

"The head of the family..."

A series of urgent news came, like bells hanging above the head and rumbling, shaking Yu Jianli's face gradually pale.

The Yu family is mostly a musical cultivator, who uses music as the way, and is not good at fighting in close combat. At this moment, he was caught off guard by the demon cultivator and would have been unable to resist. If it weren't for the fact that the young and strong Yu Jianli led the clan to build a city for defense on Zhongjie Island early, he would probably have died at this moment.

Yu Jianli walked to the city wall and saw that there were many figures scattered in the vague mist and scattered among the reefs. Most of the demon cultivators were born strong, and they were covered in animal skins and iron armor. They looked like evil ghosts under the dim sky light.

The children of the Yu family had already blocked the city gate early and looked at the demon cultivator who was approaching with panic expressions. Most of them were holding pianos or pressing zithers in their arms. A few of them took swords and looked around, and then gritted their teeth and asked: "The head of the family, you must be determined to defend yourself. We are willing to go outside the city to intercept and kill the demon cultivator!"

"Why are we?" A young man from the Yu family's eyes were red, and he looked at more and more demon cultivators in despair, and asked dumbly: "Why is it our Yin Xiu who came to Zhongjie Island to be the first line of defense? And the head of the family was injured. Where have the other sects in the four continents gone? Don't those sword cultivators love fighting the most? Why are they missing at this time? There are demon cultivators in the east and south continents in the sea and inconveniently come to Zhongjie Island. But what about Tianyin Temple and Qingliu Sword Sect in Beizhou? Didn't the Qingliu Sword Sect claim to be the best cultivation sect in the world? Now that the demon cultivators are here, where have they gone again!"

"Why? Because the Qingliu Sword Sect has flowed enough blood, it's time for my Yu family to stand up."

Yu Jianli had a solemn face, and he held the Yu Xiao in his hand tightly and said in a deep voice: "I'll go and meet the enemy, you guys will rush into formation for me!"

Before the tribesmen around him could react, Yu Jianli's spiritual power suddenly burst out, and he flew towards the enemy lightly on the city wall. With a horizontal press of the jade flute, a murderous intent echoed in the outer sea!

The sound of Yu Jianli was extremely fast, and the children of the Yu family on the city wall also looked solemn, either playing the piano or playing the drum. The sound of the song was not like the elegant fairy music of the Yu family in the Middle Ages, but the only thing left was the cold murderous intent. The spiritual power was stirred up in this music and turned into an invisible sword blade, hitting the demon cultivators who rushed to the island more sharply.

Wherever the music passed, most of the demon cultivators were shocked by the music and fell to the ground. However, the demon cultivators with higher cultivation levels behind them ignored their fallen companions and stepped on the corpses on the ground, and continued to pour into the Central Realm Island as if madly.

The disciples of the Yu family who held swords also arrived at the island at this time and fought with the demon cultivators with passionate music.

The sound of Yu Jianli's Xiao was getting sharper and louder, and the music was close to each other. At the same time as each sound came, several demon cultivators fell to the ground.

However, he had returned Ye Shubai's Yuying, but his injuries have not yet subsided. In addition, he was a Yin Xiu who was not good at fighting, so he seemed to have difficulty in fighting for a while due to the battle with the powerful demon cultivators.

The demon cultivators who grew up in battle could not tell who the leader of these music cultivators were. The two demon cultivators in the God Transformation Stage looked at each other quickly and rushed towards Yu Jianli.

"A righteous dog, come and take your life!"

"Honor!"

Yu Jianli almost rolled on the ground and dodged the fatal sneak attacks of the two of them. However, his chest hurt, and several waves of arrows flew over, penetrated his chest, and then shot the jade flute in his hand to the ground!

The Xiao Sheng suddenly stopped, and the music on the city wall behind was also a little confused. The demon cultivators who were suppressed by the sound cultivators were instantly breathing and took the opportunity to fight back, fighting with the Jade Cultivators holding the sword with their backhands.

Yujia Yinxiu on the city wall had never seen such bloody postures. Everyone looked pale and even his hands shaking the piano were trembling.

"My Yu family, why are you afraid of a fight?"

Suddenly, a girl's clear scolding sounded, and a girl with her hair tied up her hair threw away the string zither. The middle-aged man next to her grabbed the drumstick in his hand, raised his thin hand and beat the big drum suddenly.

She shouted: "Don't stop, keep playing!"

The drums sounded and the music started again.

Yu Jianli showed a smile from the bottom of his heart. He was his brother's youngest granddaughter. He forced him to come to guard the island this time. He used to think that she was a delicate little girl cultivator, but he turned out that he had a very good monk style at some time.

He picked up the jade flute with difficulty, smashed it hard at the huge rock beside him without hesitation, and then pierced the body of the demon cultivator beside him with a sharp broken Xiao!

The desolate and heroic music sounded throughout Zhongjie Island.

Yu Jianli was embarrassed and weak, but a burst of hotness surged out of his chest.

The Yu family was a deserter five hundred years ago.

When the Qingliu Sword Sect and the other powerful families were fighting with the demon cultivators for their lives, and countless casualties were killed or injured, the Yu family hurried in the safest Zhongzhou city. No matter how purgatory the outside world had become, they still played music and played numbly, and refused to ask for help from countless sects on the grounds that "our music cultivators hate fighting."

At that time, it was the sword cultivator who stood in front, protecting the people of all continents with their flesh and blood, and protecting them, the group of sound cultivators who survived.

I owe the leaves to the point of being white, I have returned it.

It’s time to pay back what you owe to all continents.

It turns out that my Yu Family Yinxiu can stand proudly before the people as a shield. It turns out that the fallen predecessors in the past are in such a mood to resist the invasion of demon cultivators. It turns out that this world is not about retreating and seeking self-protection. It turns out that "war" is so exciting!

This elegant middle-aged man held a broken flute in his hand and fought with the demon cultivator. He was injured everywhere, but his eyes were shining.

He shouted loudly—

"This time, my Yu family will not retreat again!"

The moment he said this, Yu Jianli saw the two demon cultivators flying towards him, but he was powerless to fight again, so he could only turn around and break into the demon cultivator formation, trying to accompany him after he died.

A very strong wind blew from behind Yu Jianli, but he became particularly calm and waited for death to come calmly.

However, the expected stinging pain did not arrive, but instead the scream of the demon cultivator came.

Yu Jianli opened his eyes in shock, but saw a sword cultivator carrying a big sword running towards him naked, and the sword in his hand slashed out one after another, and gusts of strong wind attacked behind him, smashing the demon cultivators.

"Haha, why are you still standing there? Get up and fuck them with Lao Jiang!"

He knows this person, and he is the elder of the God-Transforming Elder of the Jiang family!

He looked up, but found that at some point hundreds of strong sword cultivators were running wildly. The leader was a very handsome tall young man. The big sword in his hand was slashed out, and the eighteen swords in his hand could be used all of them!

On the other side, the Chuxue Island Array Cultivator, holding the array plate and talisman, wandered elegantly among the enemy, and quickly rescued the injured Yu family monks. The young man in front held a golden array plate in his hand and threw hundreds of spiritual jade in his hand. In a blink of an eye, several killing formations were set up.

The monks from all continents who rushed to help have arrived!

Jiang Si waved his big sword and laughed loudly: "The head of Lao Yu's family has been waiting for a long time, so we are late!"

After rescuing all the injured Yu family, Jiang Si cut his head more and more, and the big sword in his hand was dyed blood red. One sword was like a demon cultivator, as if he had entered a state of no one.

The demon cultivator in his direction was cut and retreated step by step. Finally, a slightly thin demon cultivator gritted his teeth and rushed forward, and quickly recited an indistinguishable sentence, as if singing and roaring.

Jiang Si paused his sword, and the expression on his face became trance and numb. At the time of this life-and-death battle, he slowly closed his eyes, as if he was in a deep sleep.

"Haha! It turns out that trapping this sword cultivation in the soul is the most useful!"

"Kill him!"

While Qian Lishen set up the formation, he secretly paid attention to the movements of the Jiang family, while muttering disdainfully to the point of cursing these swordsmans and cunningly, and always likes to take off their clothes and fight to show off.

So when Jiang Si got the secret move of the magical demon cultivator and closed his eyes, Qian Lishen thought that the sword cultivator was going to do something to show off.

However, the demon cultivators next to him were chopped over, and Jiang Si still did not move. Only then did he realize that something was wrong and quickly threw out several defensive talismans to set up a barrier next to Jiang Si.

He shouted again, "Jiang Si! Do you want to die?"

The drowsy Jiang Si suddenly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw the crumbling barrier in front of him. He didn't dare to think too much, so he quickly picked up his knife and slashed forward!

When they killed all the demon cultivators who had smuggled to the island, a trace of light slowly emerged from the originally foggy horizon.

It's dawn.

Jiang Si was overdrawn and inserted his sword vertically into the black sand as a stick. The demon cultivator who was stepping on the ground turned around, but saw Qian Lishen, who was also tired and limp, sitting on the ground.

He raised his head inexplicably and laughed. Qian Lishen rolled his eyes. He wanted to curse others but still held back. After all, he is the leader of the sect now, and he still has to maintain a stable image.

Jiang Sihun didn't care about Qian Lishen's cold attitude, his smile was extremely bright, and his movements were extremely serious and bowed deeply to the boy opposite him, and said loudly: "Thank you for helping you with fellow Taoists!"

Qian Li was stunned for a moment, then snorted lightly, instead of responding, but got up slowly, patted the black sand that did not exist on the robe, and turned coldly toward the city.

After taking two steps, he stopped again.

After all, the young sect leader couldn't help but replied sarcastically to Jiang Si--

"This is what you should thank for!"

The demon cultivator who attacked this wave of attacks has been killed. The wounded Yu Jianli supported the reinforcements from the two families to thank them, but he was unwilling to enter the city to recuperate.

He was frowning and sighed: "The disciple who went to visit earlier said that there were far more than these demon cultivators. I am afraid that another strong enemy will come to invade you soon, so I dare not rest for a moment."

The young man from the Yu family who was unwilling to leave the city to defend the enemy first followed Qian Lishen and Jiang Si, then hugged Qin and said angrily: "There are now demon cultivators who are plundering in Chuxue Island and Dongzhou. The two of them are still considering the overall situation and come to rescue, but Qingliu Sword Sect does not take action..."

"Ah Neng!"

Yu Jianli scolded the boy's complaint and said with a shame: "My little nephew is young and ignorant, I hope the two sect masters will forgive me..."

"Qingliu Sword Sect?" Qian Lishen glanced at the young man, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said coldly: "They can take action faster and more ruthlessly than us."

Seeing the young man showing confusion, Jiang Si smiled and held Yu Jianli with a smile: "Prince of the Yu family, please be relieved. I am afraid that there will be no more demon cultivators coming in the past two days. The leader of the Qingliu Sword Sect and fellow Taoist Wen of the Qingliu Sect had detoured to the rear of the demon cultivator long before us and intercepted the large army of demon cultivators on the sea!"

The young man in the Yu family turned red and hesitated for a long time and did not dare to speak.

But the girl who was beating the drum just now lit up when she heard this, and she clenched the drumstick and exhaled softly: "Is it that Wen Yun, Fairy Wen?"

When she talked about Wen Yun's name, her cheeks were flushed with excitement. This look was quite similar to those of the newly introduced disciples of the Tenth Peak.

"Yes, it's Wen Yun."

Jiang Si looked at the other end of the sea and felt very moved: "I have not seen the strength of Master Ye yet, but I can teach such a stunning disciple as Fellow Wen. I think he is a terrifying sword cultivator, right?"

Unfortunately, Jiang Si guessed wrongly.

Because it is not Ye Shubai, but Wen Yun who is now a master.

The spiritual power on the sea is too small to replenish, and it is difficult to sustain once it is exhausted. However, magic can be directly extracted from the Philosopher's Stone, so it is another excellent method...

So Wen Yun pressed the little fire dragon's head and let it nibble many portable little magic stones from the giant magic stone, and forced the pig to spit them out to replenish the magic power.

This tragic thing made the little Fire Dragon almost cry.

"You are abused! I want to terminate the contract with you!"

Wen Yun was cold and hard, and he picked out a magic stone from his mouth and calmly replied: "Okay, before you terminate the contract, you just need to return all the magic stones you stolen before you terminate the contract."

The little fire dragon shut up and chewed the magic stone honestly. Tears flashed in the round eyes. In the end, Ye Shubai felt soft-hearted. Only by rewarding it with two shiny gems was enough to comfort it.
To be continued...