What does war represent?
Death? Conspiracy? Or destruction?
Zhao Xun is not sure.
But he knew that what he saw in front of him showed one thing, that is, human nature was completely destroyed in the war.
Driven by the barbarian witchcraft, the dead corpses climbed up and joined the battle.
All the dead bodies charged towards the Chang'an city wall crazily.
"Where is my mentor! Where are my brothers and sisters!"
Zhao Xun knows that magic can defeat magic, and only practitioners can destroy the summons of practitioners.
So at this moment, Zhao Xun didn't hesitate and immediately started calling his guardian.
It's not shameful to hug someone's thigh. What's shameful is that you can obviously hug your thigh, but you have to show off your strength and go it alone. In the end, you are crushed by your opponent...
Of course, Zhao Xun is not someone who is obsessed with saving face and suffering. He is very good at making reasonable use of his own advantages and making himself stronger within the rules.
Priest Qinglian and the senior brothers and sisters from the academy seemed to have heard Zhao Xun's call and rushed over immediately.
"My dear disciple, you are too impatient. Just a few corpses scared you into this state..."
Priest Qinglian seemed to be very dissatisfied with Zhao Xun's performance and curled his lips.
"Well…"
"My mentor, I'm anxious to get you to show off. You've always been our Dinghai Shenzhen in Chang'an City."
Wu Quanyi was very pleased with Zhao Xun's flattery, but he obviously has not lost his mind yet.
"Don't flatter me here. Can you use the word Dinghai Shenzhen indiscriminately? If you want to say Dinghai Shenzhen, it must be the mountain chief. If not, it's my little uncle."
Wu Quanyi swallowed a mouthful of foam and said: "If the sky falls, there will be a tall person to hold it up. As a teacher, I can't hold it up and I don't want to."
Zhao Xun smiled faintly and said: "But it's enough for you to take action against these corpses and Yin soldiers. My disciple just used a wrong word. You are not the Dinghai Shenzhen, but the mainstay."
“…”
Wu Quanyi had a dark look on his face and didn't know what to say.
"I can't learn it. I can't learn it. As a teacher, I just can't learn your sharp tongue."
"Stop talking about this, just watch it!"
Wu Quanyi turned to the front of the city wall, casually took out the whisk and waved it under the city wall.
I saw countless beans scattered towards the city wall.
"Is this a case of spreading the beans into an army? Darling..."
Zhao Xun felt unbelievable.
Sure enough, those beans began to grow crazily after falling on the ground, turning into trees one by one.
Good guy, I didn’t expect my mentor to have such a skill.
"It's really amazing."
Is this the Grand Druid summoning technique? The mentor cannot be an elf leader.
Zhao Xun felt distraught, but quickly returned to his normal state.
Because he is looking forward to this battle of the century.
Tree people are nourished by all things, and they are naturally spiritual.
In comparison, the corpse summoned by the Southern Barbarian Gu Master was obviously stiffer.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, now some of them have suffered."
"Crush them!"
Wangcai waved his fists excitedly.
I saw the tree men stretching out vines to wrap around the corpses of the Yin soldiers.
The tree man kept tightening the vines, trying to strangle the dead Yin soldiers alive.
"Wonderful!"
When Zhao Xun saw this, he called him an expert.
"Undead corpses are invulnerable because they don't feel pain. But the vines of the tree people are different. The function of the vines is to completely crush the undead Yin soldiers. As long as their bones are broken, it is impossible to move. They have no restoration skills, so the bones
If it breaks, it means death. It means death again."
Zhao Xun understood his mentor's thinking and felt very proud.
"My good disciple, your understanding is indeed not bad, and your thoughts on becoming a teacher are clearly seen by you."
Qinglian Taoist Master Wu Quanyi stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Haha, these dead corpses will be the victims of the Yin soldiers next."
Zhao Xun had only seen this kind of thing in dramas before, but he never expected that he could actually see it with his own eyes.
This time it was really a feast for the eyes.
"hateful!"
Some are happy and some are sad.
Zhao Xun was so proud that the leader of the Southern Barbarian witch and Gu masters was naturally angry.
The tens of thousands of Yin soldiers he summoned were restrained by a plate of beans dropped by his opponent.
This was something he never expected.
As the saying goes, one thing defeats another.
The most yin things are overcome by things with forest attributes.
The tree man is a being with full forest attribute points.
The southern barbarian witch and Gu master only felt that there was a fish bone stuck in his throat. Although he was extremely angry, he had no good solution.
Although the Yin soldiers he summoned were numerous in number, they lacked the ability to think and judge independently.
When faced with the other party's attacks, there is almost no possibility of any response.
"how so."
The Southern Barbarian Gu Master roared angrily, and his evil fire rose from the top of his head and gathered in the sky.
I saw dark clouds forming for a while.
"No, that old guy is probably going to use sorcery."
Wangcai had the sharpest eyesight and noticed this strangeness immediately.
Zhao Xun stared closely at this southern barbarian witch and Gu master. From the beginning, he noticed that this guy was the culprit of summoning the Yin soldiers.
Now that it's over, the Yin soldiers are trapped, and the old Yinbi starts to have other evil thoughts.
“There is no discrimination without distinction!”
Zhao Xun couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly.
The white dragon then burst out of the chessboard space.
"go!"
Zhao Xun gave the order, and the white dragon immediately rushed towards the leader of the Southern Barbarian witch and Gu master.
The white dragon is a spiritual beast, and Zhao Xun hopes that the white dragon can prevent the leader of the southern barbarian witch and Gu masters from casting spells.
Once the spellcasting is blocked, the rest is simple.
The white dragon flew very fast and soon arrived at the Nanman witch and Gu master.
I saw it swiping its tail fiercely at the Southern Barbarian Gu Master, but the powerful blow seemed to hit the steel plate.
The white dragon was in pain and let out a wail.
The body fell rapidly.
“Pipi shrimp!”
Zhao Xun was extremely anxious when he saw this.
Fortunately, Bai Jiaolong's body control was extremely strong and he was forced to stop when he was about to fall to the ground, thus avoiding further injuries.
"Come back quickly!"
Zhao Xun ordered with great distress.
It's all his fault for underestimating the cultivation level of this old Yin Bi. It seems that the cultivation level of this southern barbarian witch and Gu master leader is not ordinary.
"Let me see if there are any injuries."
Zhao Xun carefully stroked the white dragon and examined every scale on it.
As for Pipi Xia, she kept rubbing her head against Zhao Xun.
"good."
Zhao Xun caressed the spirit beast, his eyes full of endearment.
"Let me come for a moment."
Third senior brother Long Qingquan couldn't hold himself back any longer.
He had been observing and confirmed that the cultivation level of this southern barbarian witch and Gu master was above the first level.
This made Long Qingquan extremely interested.
Although he is still at the second level, he wants to challenge this southern barbarian witch and Gu master.
Generally speaking, in the world of spiritual practice, it is difficult for practitioners to defeat their opponents across borders, except for academy disciples.
Wouldn’t it be a waste to have such a privilege and not use it?
"The Flower Burial Sword comes from the sky!"
The essence of Flower Burying Sword Technique lies in momentum.
A blow containing momentum can disrupt the opponent's offensive to the greatest extent. If the opponent collapses with a powerful blow, there is no need to say anything else.
If the opponent resists this blow, Long Qingquan still has a backup plan.
The Flower Burial Sword was unsheathed. Long Qingquan lightly stepped on the Flower Burial Sword and flew with the sword, heading straight towards the leader of the Southern Barbarian witch and Gu master who was chanting incantations and using summoning techniques.
The Nanman witch and Gu master seemed to have not seen this person at all and was thinking about something to himself.
"The earthworm shakes the tree!"
When Long Qingquan was only a dozen steps closer to the Nanman witch and Gu master, the gray-haired witch and Gu master suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted loudly.
Immediately, a huge amount of Gang Qi spurted out from the protective cover, directly covering Long Qingquan's whole body.
Long Qingquan felt like he was being burned by a heat wave, and there was a sharp pain all over his body.
"ah!"
He was completely out of control, but luckily he still had the Flower Burial Sword.
The Flower Burial Sword has a spirit, and it fully understands that its master is in danger at this moment, so he catches Long Qingquan alive!
In this way, the Burial Flower Sword carried Long Qingquan all the way back to the top of Chang'an City. The academy disciples quickly stepped forward and asked with concern.
"Is Third Senior Brother okay?"
Zhao Xun felt very uncomfortable when he saw Long Qingquan flushing all over.
Although Long Qingquan was a little arrogant, he was still very protective.
Long Qingquan was injured, so Zhao Xun naturally felt concerned.
"fine…"
Long Qingquan forced himself to smile, but then he spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Third Junior Brother!"
The arrogant second senior sister Liu Yingying quickly stepped forward to check on Long Qingquan's injuries.
She briefly checked and found that Long Qingquan was seriously injured.
Although he was able to protect his internal organs due to his cultivation of great righteousness, he was still seriously injured.
"I'm here to bring you some vitality."
Liu Yingying forcibly sent Qi to Long Qingquandu. Although she would lose part of her cultivation in a short period of time, she would make up for it in the end.
But these qi are extremely crucial to Long Qingquan.
True energy can help him stabilize his soul and his cultivation.
With this true energy, Long Qingquan's hard-earned cultivation over the years will not disappear.
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No one could have imagined that Long Qingquan, the third disciple of the Academy, and Wu Quanyi, the Qinglian Taoist Priest, two strong second-level practitioners, were no match for the Southern Barbarian witch and Gu masters.
The Southern Barbarian Gu Master defeated two strong men with a snap of his fingers, just like crushing an ant to death.
This caused a great panic effect in the city of Chang'an.
"The opponent is so powerful, it seems that the supervisor or the mountain chief will have to take action to punish him."
Zhao Xun thought.
As for Zheng Jie, that dead eunuch... he probably can't be counted on.
Zheng Jie only had Emperor Xianlong in his eyes, a dog emperor who didn't want to be a son of man.
Therefore, there is a high probability that Zheng Jie will always be with Emperor Xianlong and never leave him.
Eunuchs are all petty and petty. It is better to expect the gods to come down to earth to punish the Southern Barbarian witch and Gu masters.
The dark clouds in the sky are gathering thicker and thicker, and the light is getting darker and darker.
Everyone's mood was shrouded in extreme fear.
Zhao Xun didn't know what the way forward was, but he knew that the mountain chief would not sit idly by.
"Kneel down!"
Sure enough, Zhao Xun heard that very familiar voice again.
"It's the mountain chief!"
Zhao Xun's face showed joy, and so did his brothers and sisters.
This sound came from the horizon, like a great bell.
When the Southern Barbarian witch and Gu master heard this voice, he instinctively showed a look of fear on his face.
Then his face began to distort and the muscles in his body began to spasm.
His body began to tremble involuntarily, and then he bent his legs and leaned forward.
In the end, the dignified Southern Barbarian witch and Gu master knelt on the ground with all his might.
Everyone was stunned.
The Southern Barbarian witch and Gu master is known as a super-powerful person.
Of course, Shanchang is also a super grade. Could it be said that there is a clear boundary between super grade and super grade?
Could it be said that there is a hidden realm hidden in the super quality?
The leader of the Southern Barbarian witch and Gu master felt as if he was being held down by an invisible hand, unable to even raise his head.
The dark clouds he had summoned by finally casting a spell and reciting a spell gradually dispersed.
The sun once again passed through the haze and sprinkled on the ground, on the city walls, and on the faces of the soldiers and civilians of Chang'an.
"Great, the chief has taken action!"
"Yes, Mr. Shanchang is extraordinary."
"As soon as the mountain chief takes action, everything will stop!"
The mountain chief is like the patron saint of Chang'an City. With the mountain chief around, the soldiers and civilians of Chang'an will feel safe.
The high priest of the Demon Sect looked serious when he saw this.
He knew that if the mountain chief was allowed to protect his calf like this, it would be impossible to capture Chang'an City no matter what.
He glanced at Wei Wuji who was standing aside, and asked in a deep voice: "Is the Sword Master willing to take action?"
Among the people present, he and Wei Wuji had the highest level of strength.
One of the two must take action to contain the mountain commander and give the battle a chance.
"It's up to you to do it."
Wei Wuji seemed to have a natural fear of the mountain leader and was unwilling to take action no matter what.
The High Priest of the Demon Sect did not argue, smiled slightly, then turned to the south and shouted: "Shan Chief, are you willing to fight with a certain person?"
The mountain chief did not respond. After a long time, everyone saw the mountain chief stepping on a bamboo joint from the south to Zhongnan Mountain.
"High Priest, I haven't seen you for seventeen years."
The mountain chief's voice was majestic and had a natural suppressive power.
The high priest didn't seem to be affected, and said calmly: "Yes, we haven't seen each other for seventeen years. The fight we had seventeen years ago was very enjoyable. But after that fight, I didn't want to fight with other people.
I can’t get interested. Although I’ve been itching my hands and my heart, I can’t find anyone with whom I can fight. Can you understand this pain?”
"certainly."
The mountain chief responded simply and straightforwardly.
"I am already invincible in the world."
The mountain chief said something that was full of charm and very academy-style, which attracted bursts of applause.
"Really invincible?"
The high priest of the Demon Sect seemed dissatisfied and sneered: "I have gained a glimpse of the way of heaven in the past seventeen years, so I wanted to compete with the mountain chief to see who is truly the best in the world."
"Can."
The mountain chief uttered one word.
"Let's fight somewhere else."
The mountain chief seemed to have no intention of hurting innocent people and said calmly.
"good!"
The High Priest of the Demon Sect stood up from the ground and immediately headed south.
The mountain chief should be able to win, right?
Zhao Xun was still a little nervous.
This was the first time he actually saw the mountain leader fight, with a strong man like the High Priest of the Demon Sect.
If we want to rank martial arts, the mountain chief, high priest, and sword master can definitely be ranked in the top three.
It can be said that the battle between the mountain chief and the high priest was of great importance, and even related to the success or failure of the Chang'an defense battle.
Almost everyone's attention is focused on this aspect.
Zhao Xun felt as if the air had solidified.
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This chapter has been completed!