kvmb Chapter 127 Sneak Attack
Chapter 127 Sneak Attack
Behind the large rock, the gale continued to rage outside, and sand and dust constantly battered the makeshift isolation barrier, making a "rustling" sound, as if danger was constantly testing this fragile defense.
Yang Qingfeng stood tall and straight inside the formation, arms crossed, gazing intently at the dim world outside, his brows furrowed in deep thought.
Hearing Xu Xiaoxiao's words, he nodded slightly and said to the other disciples with a solemn expression, "Junior Sister Xu is right. We must make plans as soon as possible. We don't know when this sandstorm will stop. If there are other disciples from other sects with ill intentions, our current situation will be very dangerous." His voice was steady and powerful, and could still be clearly heard in the howling wind.
Yuan Mengyao also walked over, holding a long whip tightly in her hand. The whip still retained the spiritual energy she had used to resist the sandstorm.
Her face looked slightly tired, but her eyes were still sharp. She looked at Yang Qingfeng and said, "Senior Brother Yang, in my opinion, we should first send people to take turns on guard duty to ensure the safety of the surrounding area. After all, we are injured now, and if we are ambushed, the consequences would be unimaginable."
As she spoke, she subconsciously tightened her grip on the long whip, a hint of wariness in her eyes.
Xu Xiaoxiao stood to the side, her hands folded in front of her, and said firmly, "Senior Sister Yuan is right. I am willing to go on duty first. I just meditated and my spiritual power has recovered a bit."
Although her small face still bore the marks of wind and sand, her eyes were filled with determination, and her small body stood straight, as if to show everyone her resolve.
The other disciples also gathered around. Some of them were injured and pale, but they were still holding on, their eyes revealing their concern for the upcoming mission.
A male disciple frowned slightly, clutching his injured arm, and said, "Although I am injured, I can still help. I can set up some small early warning arrays inside the formation so that we can detect anyone approaching in time."
Yang Qingfeng looked at everyone, a hint of relief in his eyes, and nodded, saying, "Alright, let's do as everyone says. We'll first arrange for the disciples on duty to take turns every two hours. Junior brothers and sisters who can set up early warning arrays should also get moving as soon as possible. Once the sandstorm has subsided a bit, we'll go out to find other safe hiding places or see if we can meet up with disciples from other friendly sects to deal with this crisis together. During this time, everyone must be careful and preserve their strength."
Everyone nodded in agreement and began their preparations. The disciples on duty took their weapons, walked to the edge of the formation, and vigilantly watched the sandstorm outside. The disciples setting up the formation sat on the ground, quickly forming hand seals and chanting incantations as they poured spiritual energy into the formation flags to begin setting up the early warning formation.
In this harsh environment with howling winds, they stood closely together, planning for survival, their eyes shining with hope and determination as they prepared to face the unknown challenges.
As time went by, the sandstorm showed no signs of abating. The gale-force winds, carrying sand and stones, continued to batter their hiding place. The isolation array swayed precariously under the onslaught of the wind, emitting a chilling creaking sound.
Xu Xiaoxiao was focused on her duty when suddenly she keenly sensed a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy rapidly approaching from afar.
Her eyes sharpened, she gripped her longsword tightly, and shouted, "Everyone be careful, something's wrong!" Her voice became shrill with tension, carrying through the wind to everyone.
Yang Qingfeng instantly arrived at the front of the formation, his figure lithe and his clothes fluttering in the wind. Spiritual energy rapidly gathered in his palms, emitting a faint light.
His eyes were sharp as he stared intently at the direction from which the spiritual energy fluctuations were coming, and he said in a low voice, "Prepare to meet the enemy!"
Holding a long whip, Yuan Mengyao quickly stood beside Yang Qingfeng. The whip danced in the wind, its tip sparkling with spiritual energy. Her eyes revealed a resolute and ruthless look as she shouted, "Who goes there?"
Several figures could be vaguely seen emerging from the sandstorm. They were ghostly and swift, and as they approached, a chilling aura swept over them.
The leader, masked except for a pair of cold eyes, held a sharp blade that emitted a ghostly light. He sneered, "Hand over your storage bags, and I'll spare your lives!" His voice was hoarse and deep, sounding particularly sinister in the howling wind.
The other disciples stood up and assumed defensive formations. Although they were pale and tired, their eyes were filled with determination and fearlessness.
The injured disciple also struggled to his feet, gripping his magical weapon tightly, ready to fight to the death.
Yang Qingfeng sneered: "You want our storage bags? With just one Nascent Soul cultivator, one Golden Core cultivator, and a few Foundation Establishment cultivators, do you think you can do that?"
Having said that, he took the initiative and a beam of spiritual energy shot towards the leader like lightning.
Yuan Mengyao was not to be outdone. With a flick of her long whip, the whip's shadow slithered like a snake, attacking her opponent with a whistling sound.
Xu Xiaoxiao quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations, summoning several spiritual energy shields to protect her junior brothers and sisters in the formation. At the same time, she shouted, "Don't panic, everyone! Resist together!"
In an instant, gale-force winds, sandstorms, and spiritual energy intertwined, and the battle unfolded fiercely in this harsh environment, with life-or-death crises looming over everyone.
The wind howled, and sand and stones flew everywhere like projectiles, stinging people when they hit them.
Yang Qingfeng's eyes were cold and stern as he nimbly moved across the front of the formation. His hands moved rapidly through hand seals, and spiritual energy gathered in his palms, transforming into a dazzling wave of light that shot towards the masked leader, who was at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, like a falling meteor. At the same time, he shouted, "Today I will show you how powerful we are!"
His voice boomed through the gale, carrying an undeniable authority.
The masked leader sidestepped the attack with ease, letting out a disdainful snort: "Hmph, a mere trick!"
With a flick of his gleaming blade, a black spiritual energy beam slashed towards Yang Qingfeng. Wherever the beam passed, the sand and dust were instantly cleaved apart, creating a brief vacuum.
Yuan Mengyao's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes filled with determination. Her long whip, like a dragon emerging from the sea, drew an arc in the air, and the sparks of spiritual energy at the tip of the whip instantly surged as she fiercely lashed out at the incoming spiritual energy blade.
With a loud "crack," the whip tip collided with the blade's edge, emitting a blinding light. The powerful impact forced Yuan Mengyao back several steps, her face growing paler, but her eyes remained resolute as she gritted her teeth and shouted, "Don't even think about hurting my fellow disciples!"
Xu Xiaoxiao stood in the center of the formation, her hands rapidly forming hand seals, her forehead covered in sweat, her eyes focused and determined.
As she chanted the incantation, spiritual energy shields rose in front of the formation, shimmering like a layer of transparent armor, resisting external attacks.
She shouted, "Everyone, stay calm and don't panic!" Although her voice trembled slightly, it had a calming effect.
The other disciples also unleashed their full power. Some wielded longswords, their blades surging with spiritual energy. They charged nimbly toward the enemy, shouting, "Kill!" Each swing of their swords stirred up a cloud of dust and a burst of spiritual light. The wounded disciples, though unable to move easily, endured their pain and unleashed the full power of their magical weapons. Beams of light shot from their hands as they joined the melee.
In an instant, the howling wind, the crashing of sand and stones, and the collision of spiritual energy intertwined, forming a fierce and brutal symphony of battle.
Amidst the swirling sandstorm, the people fought fiercely, their lives hanging by a thread. Only their unwavering gazes and indomitable will shone brightly.
Soon, the masked men were defeated and retreated. Yang Qingfeng saw that they had escaped using an array and signaled to everyone not to chase after them.
Xu Xiaoxiao quickly helped the injured people into the isolation array, when she suddenly stepped on a waist tag with a broken rope that read "Black Flame Sect".
"Senior Brother Yang, look at what we just found on the ground." After settling the injured people, Xu Xiaoxiao quickly handed the waist tag to Yang Qingfeng.
Yang Qingfeng took a look and said with a serious expression, "The Black Flame Sect has always had dealings with our Returning Heaven Sect. I never expected them to do such a thing. Once we get through this danger safely, I will send a message to the sect leader and let him decide what to do." After saying that, he put the waist token into his storage ring.