However, in terms of numbers, our side still has almost half the number of people compared to these people, but in a battle between cultivators, it's not as if we can win just because we have more people. It's in terms of strength and cultivation, and whoever has the toughest fist will be the victor.

Under the care of the Daoist Master Qingfeng, my battles with the ordinary people were more than easy. This gave me time to observe the battle situation around me.

First, my gaze fell on Master. The horsetail whisk in his hand is the most eye-catching, and every wave of it is able to cause the air to collide, causing an explosive sound.

After fighting with my master for a moment, the strange man in the black robe seemed to be unable to resist the horsetail whisk in my master's hands, and he suddenly flew backwards, his figure flashed, he recited a spell, and his body suddenly expanded, becoming a monster covered in black Qi. He was at least ten feet tall, and the black robe on his body also floated out, emitting a wave of death energy, as he charged towards my master.

My master also suddenly flew out and threw out four or five blue talismans. These talismans emitted a blue glow and suddenly grew in the air, condensing together to form a Taiji eight trigram diagram. These talismans collided with the black-robed eccentric's robe.

Soon after, my master also stood still. He quickly formed a hand seal, stepped on the ground, and shouted, "Please, god!"

Immediately after, my master's body seemed to have grown a meter taller as well. He was tall and mighty, tearing apart his green and gray daoist robe. The horsetail whisk in his hand flew out as countless threads flew out, turning into countless sharp blades that flew towards the strange man in black robes.

The strange man in black suddenly let out a roar and shot out several masses of black air towards the sharp blade formed from the horsetail whisk.

At the same time that the black gas shot out, the strange man in black robes charged towards my master, and the two of them started to fight. They were fast and fierce, and a few nearby trees were also hit by the black smoke, knocking them to the ground and uprooting them.

I have never seen such an exciting battle between cultivators. Just how much power does a cultivator possess? If he were to become an enemy of an ordinary person, it would truly be a great disaster.

However, there will always be people that will deal with them, just like what my second martial uncle said. In this world, there is no separation between good and evil, there is only righteousness, and people like my master and my martial uncle are the ones who stop these evil people from being the masters of justice.

In less than five minutes, there were already many corpses lying on the ground, but most of them belonged to the black-clothed men, but there were also seven or eight people who were killed, and all of these people were experts, most of their cultivation were above me, they were the heroes who were fighting behind the scenes, at this moment, their blood was sprinkling all over the place.

Perhaps, no one knew their names and no one knew of their heroic deeds. However, it was precisely these nameless heroes that allowed countless people to live a peaceful and happy life.

Amongst these people, one of them is a man who uses a flexible sword like my little senior sister, his cultivation is the highest among all the black-clothed men, he may look young, a little over thirty years old, but his ability makes me gasp in admiration, I don't know which cultivation technique he cultivates, between the chant and the finger, one suddenly becomes three, only one of them looks real, while the other two look a little empty. I may not have cultivated for long, but I still have a rough understanding of these cultivation techniques.

This person had brought more than ten people in middle mountain attire to fight against the black-robed Magi, and for a moment, they were evenly matched. Those black-robed Magi were obviously not easy to deal with, and the magic staff in their hands were so powerful that if they struck a tree, they could rub off a large chunk of bark, and the consequences of hitting a person could be imagined.

Following that, my gaze landed on Second Martial Uncle. It seemed that he didn't have any effort in dealing with that hawk-nosed Xie Kun, especially the Fire Essence Scarlet Dragon Sword in his hand. It was extremely eye-catching, and wherever it went, the tree leaves would be charred.

That Shan Kun was forced back by my second martial uncle's Crimson Dragon Sword and finally released a big move. He had also seen his big move and took out a few strange talismans from his body and scattered them in the air. Those talismans turned into dozens of strange birds that emitted black Qi and then flew towards my second martial uncle.

He took out a blue talisman from his bag and held it between his fingers, lightly waving it in his hand. Suddenly, a blue light flashed, and patted on the Crimson Dragon Sword, and after a moment, the flames on it turned blue, and the surrounding air was no longer hot, but a dark and cold aura. This blue talisman seemed to give the sword a new kind of energy, and once again, Second Martial Uncle waved the Crimson Dragon Sword, sending it towards the birds that were emitting black Qi.

With every swing of its wings, many of the strange birds that emitted black Qi were enveloped by the blue light and turned into ashes.

Second Martial Uncle was quite relaxed and at ease. He was able to easily turn the situation around with just a blue talisman.

After waving it around for seven or eight times, not a single one of those black birds remained. Second Martial Aunt's figure flashed and appeared in front of Xie Kun, the sword in his hand chopping down towards him. This sword was fast and vicious, and when it came down, it was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.