Xiao Shaojun's shout was naturally a tease, and at this time, the Mo Dao foundation-building cultivators had all caught up, with more than 20 foundation-building cultivators in total. In contrast, there were only about a dozen foundation-building cultivators from Bi Xiang Men. As for the flying boat carrying those Qi-refining disciples, although they were all exceptionally talented, they were still in the Qi-refining stage and couldn't pose too great a threat to Mo Dao's foundation-building cultivators.

  "Disperse!" A leading Jiedi cultivator at the forefront of the Feizhou fleet shouted.

  Scattering and fleeing had become the most commonly used tactic by the disciples of Bi Xiang Gate in the past two days. This was indeed a helpless move, as the enemy's strength far surpassed theirs, and all they could do was try to escape, one by one, which was still better than being wiped out in one go.

  In an instant, more than a dozen flying boats from the Azure Sky Gate dispersed and fled in all directions.

  "Strict Shidi, follow me to chase after that flying boat!" Xiao Shaojun was getting anxious, watching the duck fly away from his mouth, and hastily called out to a Jigong cultivator who was closer to him.

  "Yes, young master!" The Jian surname Jigong monk replied, then he and Xiao Shaojun chased after the flying boat carrying the Bi Xiang Men female disciples, one on the left and one on the right.

  Xiao Shaojun, as the Young Master of Lie Tian Sect, although he was also a foundation-building cultivator, these people usually tried to curry favor with him. Now that Xiao Shaojun had given an order, this Yan surname foundation-building cultivator naturally went all out to serve him.

  The other Mo Dao foundation-building cultivators also dispersed and chased after the flying boat of the Bi Xiang Sect disciples.

  Li Hui was secretly delighted, in this way, his escape would be almost a certainty.

  The flying boat in front of the Bi Xiao Gate is getting closer and closer, and you can already make out people's faces.

  Only a flying boat in front, about 30 years old, wearing a yellow robe, the foundation-building monk was desperately urging the flying boat to fly forward. On the boat were six female disciples in the refining period and five male disciples.

  Li Hui suddenly felt a shock in his heart. Among the female disciples on the flying boat opposite him, one woman with a slender figure, fair skin, and hair casually tied up with a jade pin, with a strand hanging down her forehead, caught his attention - a pair of eyes like autumn water reflecting two cold stars, with an air that was slightly icy and out of the ordinary. It was none other than Han Xue, with whom he had once had some dealings.

  To say that among the Bi Xiao Sect, who had dealings with Li Hui, Han Xue was one of them. In this situation, encountering his former fellow disciple, Li Hui didn't know what kind of feeling he had.

  However, Li Hui was only slightly surprised when he suddenly ran into an acquaintance, and after scanning the surroundings with his eyes, he didn't find any other familiar faces.

  At this time, the people of Bixiao Gate on the flying boat were also looking at the demonic cultivator Han Xue who was getting closer and closer with a shocked expression. The face that was originally somewhat cold now had a hint of panic, making one feel even more pitiful for her.

  Han Xue, such a beauty, wherever she goes, is like a pearl in the dark night, attracting a lot of eyeballs. Xiao Shaojun, such a romantic and elegant man, naturally would not ignore such a beauty.

  "Ah..." Xiao Shaojun seemed to be in pain, sucking in a breath of cold air, muttering: "She's truly a natural-born beauty! Among all my concubines, none can compare to this woman!"

  Li Hui naturally heard Xiao Shaojun's whisper on one side and couldn't help but frown.

  "Haha, a few little beauties, leave some for me!" Xiao Shaojun sneered and his flying boat suddenly accelerated, already surpassing the flying boats of the Bi Xiang Men disciples.

  That Yan surname Lietian Sect foundation-building cultivator also wielded his sword and chased after him from behind, forming a pincer attack.

  Xiao Shaojun patted his storage bag and a folding fan appeared in his hand. The fan opened, revealing an embroidered flame burning fiercely on its surface.

  A spell was cast on the fan in his hand, and the embroidered flame on it seemed to be burning, flowing subtly.

  "Go!" Xiao Shaojun shouted lightly, folding his fan and flying towards the flying boat where the Bi Xiangmen disciples were.

  The cultivator on the boat didn't know what was special about this folding fan, but it was clearly a formidable spiritual artifact. With his flying sword at the ready, he prepared to do battle.

  At this moment, the folding fan stopped about a few feet above the crowd at the Bi Xiang Gate. In an instant, the surface of the fan suddenly expanded to five feet square, and the embroidered flame on it turned into real flames that blazed fiercely.

  "Ah!"

  A massive flame detached from the fan and fell towards the crowd at the Bi Xuan Gate, engulfing the foundation repair monks standing in front of the flying boat in a sea of fire.

  Xiao Shaojun's folding fan is not just for show, but a genuine and precious spiritual artifact known as the Wind Fire Fan.

  The foundation-building monks of the Azure Sky Gate were initially at a loss for how to counter the flames that filled the sky, and frantically poured spiritual energy into their flying swords, slashing at the falling flames while forming a protective screen of light in front of them with their hands.

  However, the flame was an intangible object, and a sword cut it off, temporarily dividing the flame into two halves, which then merged back together, still falling towards the foundation repair monks of Bi Xuan Gate. They had no choice but to recall the flying sword and use the light screen to barely hold on.

  "Haha!" Xiao Shaojun burst out laughing, his hands gesturing carelessly as he pointed downwards. The wind and fire fan swept down, and another wave of flames accompanied by the howling wind descended upon the foundation repair monks of Bi Cang Gate.

  The light screen formed by the foundation repair of the Bi Xiao Gate was melted inch by inch in the flames! The flames pressed down bit by bit!

  "Everyone, brothers and sisters, let's work together to lend a helping hand to Master Zhang!" A disciple in the Refining stage on the flying boat shouted loudly as he saw the critical situation.

  The other Qi-refining stage disciples on the boat were like waking up from a dream, and they all took out their own spiritual instruments to attack Xiao Shaojun who was casting his spell in front of them.

  At that moment, all sorts of sword lights and shadows rushed towards Xiao Shaojun at the same time. Han Xue's spiritual instrument was still the green silk used by Li Hui during the martial arts competition.

  The flying swords of these Qi-refining stage disciples suddenly became sluggish and trembled, shaking as if they were about to fall when they were still a few feet away from Xiao Shaojun.

  "Haha, overestimating one's abilities!" Xiao Shaojun, however, looked very confident.

  At this time, Xiao Shaojun was five zhang away from the Fei Zhou of Bi Xiang Men. These Bi Xiang Men's Lian Qi period disciples were unable to control their spiritual instruments within three zhang to attack the enemy without any problem. If it was five zhang away, with their current cultivation, they could not control the spiritual instrument at all.

  The disciples of Bi Xiao Men could only retrieve their spiritual instruments and were at a loss for what to do for the time being.

  At this time, Xiao Shaojun was still urging the wind and fire fan, and a group of flames fell down one after another. The light screen formed by the foundation repairmen of Bi Xiangmen was already precarious.

  "Help Master Zhang block the flames!" a disciple of Bi Xiang Men shouted.

  All the Qi-refining stage disciples reacted, one after another, and launched a series of spells that infused into the light screen formed by Zhang's foundation-building cultivators. For a moment, the light screen shone brightly again, thickening once more to block the falling flames.

  "Hiss!"

  At this moment, a flying sword pierced through the dantian of Zhang surname's foundation-building cultivator at the Azure Sky Gate.

  "Haha, how can you ignore my existence!" The one who spoke up was a Jianyuan cultivator from the Lian Tian Sect.

  "Haha, Shi Di has arrived just in time!" Xiao Shaojun laughed loudly.

  Bixiao Gate's foundation repairer stared incredulously at the sword tip emerging from his dantian, his dantian was destroyed, his spiritual energy rapidly dissipating, and his life slowly disappearing.

  "Hmph!" A cold hum came from the Tianyun Sect's foundation-building cultivator, surnamed Yan. With a wave of his hand, the flying sword that had been lodged in the body of the Bi Xiang Men's foundation-building cultivator suddenly flew back out.

  The cultivator at the Bi Xiao Gate fell to the ground powerlessly, and the flying boat under his feet lost control in an instant, shrinking to the size of a palm and plummeting towards the ground.

  "Ah!"

  The disciples of Bi Xiang Men on the airship let out a cry of surprise, losing their flying vessel, these Foundation Building stage disciples who couldn't fly fell rapidly towards the ground.

  "Little beauty, don't panic, I'm here!" Xiao Shaojun sneered as he flew down rapidly towards the ground to chase after Han Xue.

  The flying boat made a circle in the air and arrived directly below where Han Xue was falling, like opening a net to wait for her to fall into it.

  Han Xue fell from mid-air, her ribbon flying in the air, like a flower drifting aimlessly in the wind.

  "Little beauty, come into my arms!" Xiao Shaojun's face revealed a sly smile as he opened his arms to catch the falling Han Xue.

  From an uncontrollable free fall, Han Xue suddenly stopped, and her heart was at ease, just like a drowning person who had reached the shore. However, she soon discovered that she was lying in the arms of the demonic cultivator who had shot down her family's flying boat, and her heart sank again.

  Han Xue understood the fate of being gazed at by this lustful and evil gaze from the demonic cultivator in front of her, a resolute glint flashed in her eyes: "Even if I die, I won't let this demonic cultivator humiliate me!"

  Struggling to get up, Han Xue patted the storage bag and a flying sword was already in her hand, stabbing it into her own chest.

  Xiao Shaojun had long been prepared and stretched out his hand to grab Han Xue's wrist: "Little beauty, this young master can't bear to let you die!"

  Han Xue looked at the demonic cultivator in front of her with a mixture of horror and helplessness, her wrist tightly grasped by Xiao Shaojun, her sleeve slipping down to reveal a stretch of snowy white skin.

  Xiao Shaojun's eyes widened, his thumb moved lightly, rubbing against Han Xue's wrist.

  "Hiss!"

  Xiao Shaojun's eyes suddenly widened, a sword tip pierced through his chest, and a long section protruded from the front of his chest.

  "You! You......" Xiao Shaojun turned his head back with difficulty, his eyes filled with confusion as he stared at Li Hui's icy gaze.

  "Hiss!"

  Li Hui expressionlessly sheathed his long sword, and fresh blood spurted out from Xiao Shaojun's chest, spraying Han Xue in front of him.

  Han Xue was motionless, staring at the scene in front of her in shock, completely stunned by this sudden turn of events.

  "This demonic cultivator... seems familiar!" Han Xue looked at Li Hui and suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

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