On the other side, the red tiger had already lost a leg and its body was covered with large and small holes. However, no blood flowed out, only spiritual light flashed wildly in the holes.
The cultivator opposite it was driving four flying swords, moving back and forth, constantly cutting the red tiger's body.
Hearing the gray-robed old man's sharp shout, the two opposite him burst into laughter.
The big man wielding the giant saber was bare-chested, revealing his knotted muscles. His eyes were like rings, and his bearded face wore a ferocious, wild smile.
"Old ghost Shuang, you think you can hold both of us at the same time? Hehehe... None of you will escape. Hand over the 'Divine Puppet Art' quickly, and I can leave a whole corpse for your family of three. Otherwise, in a while, you'll be begging for life and wishing for death!"
"Shameless scoundrels! For one thing, you could endure for eighteen years. Even if I die, you can forget about getting it!"
A patch of black qi suddenly appeared on the gray-robed old man's face, but he immediately suppressed it with his Spirit Power.
The moment the other party mentioned his family, the gray-robed old man's anger surged to his guts. His Spirit Power was dispersed for a moment, and he couldn't even control the poison gas he had forcibly suppressed.
Just this one moment of a wavering mind, his Divine Sense stagnated.
On the other side, the giant red tiger also paused in its movements. The tall and thin green-robed cultivator driving the four flying swords immediately seized the opportunity.
Two of the flying swords blocked the force of the red tiger's giant claw, while the other two flying swords quickly circled, instantly changing their position. As the two swords crossed, they immediately clamped onto the red tiger's thick neck.
The tall and thin green-robed cultivator no longer held back any of his Spirit Power and poured it all out. The two swords erupted with a dazzling light.
With a sharp twist and pull as they crossed, the large tiger's head had already been sent flying amidst a shower of spiritual light. The wound spewed Spirit Qi, crackling like jumping arcs of electricity.
Immediately, he kicked the red tiger's huge body away, and at the same time, he chuckled, "Brother Ma, you were wrong. It's not a whole corpse for three, but for four!"
As he spoke, he sharply turned to face the oncoming Shuang Lianzhou. At the same time, his eyes swept to the other side, where the "Three-legged Green Luan" had just carried away the pregnant woman.
All of this happened in an instant. The gray-robed old man was powerless to turn the situation around.
"Dad, I can't leave you alone!"
Shuang Lianzhou's eyes were crimson. He held his sword with one hand, and Spirit Power frantically poured into the sword.
The gray-robed old man saw that he had dragged down the two for a few breaths at the cost of being seriously injured, but Shuang Lianzhou had returned again. He couldn't help but roar in anger, his eyes splitting, "You are simply foolish, foolish!! How much power can the 'Three-legged Green Luan' have left without you controlling it, how much!"
But it was too late for him to say this. Shuang Lianzhou was already engaged in battle with the other party.
At this moment, the gray-robed old man's body suddenly trembled, and black qi rose on his face. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
The green vine that had wrapped around the other party's plank-like broadsword finally shattered inch by inch under the furious Spirit Power of the man surnamed Ma, turning into a pile of dust and scattering with the wind.
With his magical treasure destroyed, the gray-robed old man immediately suffered a backlash. His already struggling body swayed in the air.
If not for the other party wanting to get something from him, the man surnamed Ma would only need to take the opportunity to add another slash, and the gray-robed old man would be decapitated in an instant.
"Old ghost Shuang, I'll give you one chance. Hand over the 'Divine Puppet Art' quickly, or I'll kill your son!"
The cultivator surnamed Ma stretched out a hand and slapped out a talisman as fast as lightning, which immediately stuck to the gray-robed old man's forehead.
The gray-robed old man, who was about to fall, was immediately frozen in mid-air. Although his consciousness was clear and he could speak, his magic power was instantly sealed by the other party.
"You! Dream on!"
In his despair, the gray-robed old man's eyes were filled with hatred. He said word by word.
They were all Foundation Establishment cultivators, and the other party was unable to search their souls. So he could imagine the torture he was about to experience, but he would not hand over that thing at all.
"Good, good, good! Junior Brother Gao, no need to hold back. Let him see how his son dies first. I'll go capture his daughter-in-law. Later, I'll cut open her belly and take out the placenta for alchemy, hmph!"
Seeing that the other party was completely oblivious to his own impending death, the cultivator surnamed Ma's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He said "good" three times in a row and had already given instructions to the tall and thin green-robed cultivator.
As soon as his voice fell, he had already rushed out.
On the other side, Shuang Lianzhou saw his father captured, and at this time, the other person was going to chase and capture his wife. He roared wildly, like a madman, and rushed towards the cultivator surnamed Ma regardless of everything, trying to stop him.
And the tall and thin green-robed cultivator, with a strange laugh, his few flying swords turned into a curtain of light, flying back and forth rapidly. With a few muffled groans, blood shot out from Shuang Lianzhou's body.
Several bloody holes were "hissing" and spraying out red lines. Even in a desperate struggle, he was simply unable to break through the other party's sword net.
"Zhou'er!"
The gray-robed old man's eyes were wide open, and the corners of his eyes had already cracked and were bleeding. But he couldn't move at all, and his heart was filled with extreme grief.
But what made him even more anxious and angry was that just a dozen or so breaths later, a ray of light flew back. The cultivator surnamed Ma was holding a pregnant woman in his hand.
This made the gray-robed old man almost faint directly. The cultivator surnamed Ma glanced at the tall and thin green-robed cultivator.
"Why haven't you killed that useless thing yet!"
The tall and thin green-robed cultivator, however, laughed heartily.
"Isn't this just to keep Brother Ma from getting bored? I just wanted to play a little longer. Didn't you see the old ghost Shuang's crazed look? Hehehe... Now that we have the mother and son in hand, this guy is useless."
With a strange laugh, the tall and thin green-robed cultivator tightened his hand seal, and two swords directly locked onto Shuang Lianzhou's single sword.
And the other two flying swords crossed again, just like they had clamped the red tiger before. With a swirl, the sharp sword edges were clamped on Shuang Lianzhou's neck.
Just now, Shuang Lianzhou had seen his wife in the hands of the cultivator surnamed Ma. In his frenzy, he had already lost his composure and was even less of a match for the tall and thin green-robed cultivator. He was subdued in a moment.
But he made a strange "he he" sound in his mouth, and at the same time, he roared wildly, "You... you can't kill her, you can't kill her, you can't..."
His voice was like a vicious ghost wailing in the night sky. And the cultivator surnamed Ma, with a ferocious smile, looked at the gray-robed old man.
"Such a good show, how can your whole family miss it? Everyone has to participate!"
At the same time, with a transfer of his Spirit Power, the unconscious pregnant woman had already woken up.
And before she could react, her hair was grabbed by the cultivator surnamed Ma, and then he fiercely bent her head in a direction.
The pregnant woman was about to cry for help in her fear, but the next moment, her cry for help had already turned into a mournful plea.
"No!"
Where her gaze fell, the frenzied Shuang Lianzhou's single sword was already locked.
And at his neck were two sharp swords that were shining with a cold light, crossing each other. They were slowly rotating and cutting, and blood was constantly gushing from Shuang Lianzhou's neck.
The gray-robed old man's lips trembled continuously. He wanted to speak several times, but in the end, he held back. He knew that even if he spoke, his family would end up in the same situation in the end. In that case, why should he benefit the other party?
And the cultivator surnamed Ma and the tall and thin green-robed cultivator just stared at the gray-robed old man without blinking, watching how long he could endure.
And what they were going to do was to cut off his son's head bit by bit.
If the other party still didn't speak, then they would cut open his daughter-in-law's belly, slowly take out the contents of her abdomen, and show it to the old ghost Shuang bit by bit.
Just when both sides thought their fate was sealed, a voice without any emotion suddenly sounded in their ears.
"It's one thing to deal with those two, but why not spare a pregnant woman!"
This voice came abruptly, especially in the dark night, it sounded particularly harsh.
There had been no one around here. Suddenly, someone spoke, which gave the few of them a start.
Especially the cultivator surnamed Ma and the tall and thin green-robed cultivator. With their guilty conscience, they almost jumped out of their skins.
The tall and thin green-robed cultivator's heart trembled, and his Spirit Power instantly lost control. The four flying swords almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, he was also a person who had experienced life and death many times. He immediately controlled his scattered Spirit Power, and at the same time, he instinctively turned sideways and flashed behind Shuang Lianzhou, using him as a shield, and his Divine Sense quickly swept around.
The flying swords that were about to fall once again locked onto Shuang Lianzhou's neck, but they did not continue to cut.
And the cultivator surnamed Ma also instantly raised a Spirit Power shield around his body, and quickly removed his hand from the pregnant woman's head.
With a flash of spiritual light, the plank-like broadsword had already appeared in his hand, and he looked around with a ferocious expression.
As the two of them released their Divine Senses, they turned their heads and shouted in unison at the dark night, "Who (is it)?"
The two of them reacted extremely quickly. Almost as soon as the voice appeared, they had already responded.
Apart from Shuang Lianzhou, who was still in a frenzy and trying his best to use his cultivation to resist, the gray-robed old man and the pregnant woman also looked around with astonishment.
But the surroundings were quiet, dead quiet, as if everything just now was just an auditory hallucination.
"Come out!"
"Which fellow Daoist is playing tricks here? We are just dealing with our enemies here!"
Compared to the tall and thin green-robed cultivator, the cultivator surnamed Ma seemed much calmer.
But seeing that no one appeared, he could only shout sternly again. But anyone could hear the feigned courage in their voices.
"I am not playing tricks. It's just that your cultivation is too poor to discover me!"
As another calm voice sounded, a figure slowly appeared two zhang to the side of the gray-robed old man.
Even in the dark night, everyone here could see a figure rapidly solidifying from the void.
Then, under the shocked gazes of the few people, a young man in profound robes was revealed, with an ordinary appearance and cold, dark eyes.
The young man in profound robes first glanced at the dazed gray-robed old man to the side, and then turned his gaze back to the cultivator surnamed Ma and the other man not far away.
This person was precisely Li Yan, who had appeared here after some thought.
The moment the other party's figure appeared, the cultivator surnamed Ma and the tall and thin green-robed cultivator had already swept over with their Divine Senses. But to their horror, they could not probe the other party's cultivation realm at all.
But Li Yan did not deliberately release a powerful aura, which made him even more difficult to fathom.
The two looked at each other with great tacit understanding, and knew that neither of them could see this person's cultivation.
For a moment, they did not know whether the other party had a magic treasure that could conceal his aura, or if his magic power was really profound.
"This... this fellow Daoist, do you know them?"
The cultivator surnamed Ma saw that after Li Yan appeared, he did not immediately make a move, but was instead sizing up everyone present. This made him immediately certain that this person did not know the old ghost Shuang's family.
His heart also relaxed a little.
Although this place was remote, they had been fighting here for some time. It was also possible that some bold cultivators had come to investigate.
This person's appearance was mysterious, and his strength was unfathomable. For a moment, he did not know how to address the other party.
But his heart instinctively did not want to lose momentum. This was the experience of having been in the martial world for many years.
After hesitating for a moment, he still temporarily addressed him as "fellow Daoist," but his tone was already much more polite.
They had been acquainted with the Shuang family for nearly twenty years, and had already thoroughly investigated their background.
They had never seen this person among the people the Shuang family knew. So although they were a little scared, how could they be willing to give up so easily and let go of the treasure that was about to be in their hands?