There was a roar and explosion in the sky.
Various magical powers and swords collided with each other in the sky outside the golden light curtain, and the light that bloomed was more dazzling than the sun, making people afraid to look directly at it.
The old man wearing a black and yellow dragon robe and a crown on his head let out a scream and flew backward thousands of feet. The black and yellow dragon robe was in tatters, and the imperial crown on his head was missing. His body was covered in blood and flesh, and he looked extremely miserable.
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"What a pity." Venerable Li Yuan, who was in the city defense formation, sighed.
Jun Haoqing's perception of danger was so acute that as soon as he was attacked by his flying sword, he immediately retreated, thus avoiding most of the attacks directed at him.
This time the cooperation between the five of them failed.
Not to mention killing Jun Haoqing, I couldn't even seriously injure him.
Although the old man was repulsed and looked extremely miserable, in fact, these were just flesh wounds and were not seriously injured.
For a great monk in the Nascent Soul Realm, this little skin injury is nothing at all.
With a word of pity in his mouth, Venerable Li Yuan's flying sword moved as fast as lightning outside the city defense formation, drawing dark trails as thin as hair in the air.
This dark trajectory is not a real trajectory, but a spatial crack caused by the space being torn apart.
Just these space cracks as thin as hair can have extremely terrifying lethality.
Baobing-level weapons and armor were as soft and fragile as tofu in front of this dark space crack.
Only Lingbao-level weapon defense can resist these spatial cracks.
The flying sword pierced the air, appearing and disappearing in mid-air.
In an instant, one Jindan monk from Xuanming Kingdom and three foundation-building monks from Xuanming Kingdom were pierced through the head by the flying sword. When they died, they didn't even have time to scream.
The flying sword made a sword sound, waiting to continue killing the enemy.
With a cold snort, a figure like a god and demon appeared, and a crystal-like long knife struck out from his hand. This knife also created a dark space crack, and struck Venerable Li Yuan's sword.
On the flying sword as green as jade.
The flying sword trembled violently, and a slight crack appeared on the jade-like sword. It vibrated and let out a mournful cry, and was blown away by the sword.
Venerable Li Yuan's face turned pale, and his body trembled slightly in mid-air.
Feijian was attacked and he also suffered some backlash.
"Uncle Emperor!" More than a dozen monks flew towards the old man wearing a black and yellow dragon robe, with worried looks on their faces.
This old man is a member of the royal family of Xuanming Kingdom, and his status is extremely respected in Xuanming Kingdom.
Yes, royalty.
Unlike the Dachang Kingdom, the Xuanming Kingdom was a centralized imperial state.
In this country, the imperial power has the supreme status.
The Jun family also has a lofty status that is superior to other families and sects.
These Taoist monks who flew towards the old man Jun Haoqing were either members of the royal family or monks directly under the royal family.
"It doesn't matter." The old man Jun Haoqing laughed and said: "It's just a few minor injuries. They will be healed in an instant. Don't worry about me. Go and attack the city!"
When he said this, golden light shone on the old man's body.
Under this golden light, the tattered black and yellow dragon robe on his body was being quickly repaired and soon became brand new.
At this time, there were more than a hundred figures rising into the sky in Beilan Dao City's protective formation, the Golden Light Eight-pole Formation.
These are all Dao realm monks existing in Beilan Dao City.
Defending Beilan Dao City is not only the responsibility of the Yuanying Realm major cultivators, they are also responsible for it.
As for warriors below the Dao realm, they cannot fly.
But there are still some innate warriors who hold sharp weapon-level longbows, pour their true energy into the arrows, bend the bows, nock the arrows, and shoot towards the sky.
Then he saw arrows roaring through the air, shooting at the enemies in the sky.
Although their attacks could hardly harm those Taoist monks with the ability to fly outside the golden light curtain, they still did so.
The two countries have been enemies of each other for many years, and their hands are stained with the blood of the other.
No matter what the top leaders of the two countries think, the lower-level warriors and low-level monks of the two countries regard each other as enemies, and there will be no ambiguity in taking action.
Beilan Daocheng, in the somewhat remote courtyard belonging to Sun Li.
Sun Li stood on the roof of the courtyard, looking up at the battle between the monks of the two countries high in the sky.
After a moment of silence, Sun Li's body left the roof and floated upward.
"My son, don't go there. If you take part in the battle, once the city is destroyed, our whole family will die. Wei'er is only one year old, can you bear to watch him die?" In the courtyard, a man was being supported by two maids.
The sitting old woman shouted.
After hearing the old woman's words, Sun Li's thin body stopped in mid-air.
"Husband..." Next to the old woman, a woman with a beautiful face raised her head and called out. In her arms, she was holding a baby about one year old.
"Daddy..." A little girl about five or six years old held her mother's skirt with her little hands and raised her little head to look at Sun Li floating in the air.
Sun Li, who was hovering in mid-air, slowly turned his head and looked at his family in the courtyard.
Sun Li lost his father when he was young, and the old woman was his mother who worked hard to raise him.
When he was young, he was very competitive and indulged in martial arts practice. When he reached middle age, he married a wife and had children.
The pretty woman is his wife, the little girl next to the woman is his daughter, and the baby in the woman's arms is his son.
These are his closest relatives in this world. How can it be said that he can just give them up?
After a moment of silence, Sun Li spoke in a low voice: "If Beilan City is destroyed, I will surrender to the Xuanming Kingdom. I am also a peak Foundation Establishment monk after all. Even if I am ill and my strength is lacking, I am still a Foundation Establishment monk. As long as I
If you don't die, I can keep you safe."
After that, Sun Li used his flying magical power to leave the courtyard through the air and flew towards the battle between the monks from the two countries.
When he said this, his meaning was very clear. If Beilan City was destroyed, he would surrender to Xuanming Kingdom in order for his family to survive.
But before the city is destroyed, as a Dachang man, he will join the battle and help defend the city.
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It is about 200 miles away from Beilan Daocheng.
The big black eagle was carrying Xiao Zhi and Yang Xu, flying at an ultra-low altitude close to the forest sea.
A dazzling light suddenly bloomed in front of him.
The ground also began to faintly shake.
The trees below the big black eagle all started to move automatically in the absence of wind.
"Is this going to start a fight?" Xiao Zhi stood up from the back of the big black eagle, his expression a little solemn.
Yang Xu also had a pair of eyes that were glowing, staring forward.
This chapter has been completed!