At the entrance of the cave in the southern border of Panlongyuan.

Countless black-robed Scarlet Moon Sect members were lying in a pool of blood. Occasionally, among these black-robed Scarlet Moon Sect members, the corpses of several Taiyi Sect disciples in cyan robes would appear. These corpses were crisscrossed throughout the entire place.

At the entrance of the cave in the southern border of Panlongyuan, there are even some remote ones that are hung on the branches of big trees and bent in the mountains.

The originally majestic and shining black gold cannon was no longer majestic at this moment. Most of it was dismantled and scattered, with parts thrown everywhere, stained with blood.

After the war, a human tragedy unfolded vividly in this dense forest.

The war among monks is far more tragic than the war among mortals.

Jing Hongtu, who was covered in blood, stood on top of this mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Although behind him, warriors from various tribes who came to reinforce were standing all over the mountains and plains. But he knew that these people would not obey his orders. He was a tiger.

The elite of the Xiao tribe, as well as the elite trained by Tong Bailong, have been basically exhausted at this moment after the bloody battle at Datian Peak and the bloody battle at Panlongyuan.

If these tribes had not arrived at the critical moment, I am afraid that the entrance to the southern border of Panlongyuan would have been attacked by Yan Boping and the elite of Taiyi Sect.

Jing Hongtu stood alone at the entrance. Perhaps he was exhausted, or perhaps he was tired, so he did not move for a long time.

However, in the eyes of the countless warriors from Southern Xinjiang behind this scene, Jing Hongtu, alone, seemed to be a god of war, guarding this key entrance for Southern Xinjiang.

During the heavy rain, someone suddenly took advantage of the thunderstorm and shouted, "The leader is brave!" These four words quickly aroused the resonance of many disciples in southern Xinjiang, "The leader is brave" and "The leader is invincible".

The sound resounded throughout the world and could not be dispersed for a long time.

In Panlong Abyss, although there was no trace of blood on his body, Yan Boping, the new head of Taiyi Sect, who had a strong smell of blood, was leading the Taiyi Sect's team to withdraw from Panlong Abyss in an orderly manner.

The Taiyi Sect's nearly a thousand-strong queue marched silently. Apparently, the successive battles had made these Taiyi Sect disciples grow a lot, and the chaotic and disorderly state was no longer synonymous with the Taiyi Sect's team.

Yan Boping was angry in his heart, but he knew that he could not express this anger against these bloody fighting elders, stewards, or even the most ordinary disciple.

Falling short of success.

When Yan Boping saw the appearance of the giant dragon that had been guarding the dragon tribe for who knows how many years, he knew that this battle could no longer last. While covering the evacuation of the Taiyi Sect disciples, he dismantled as much as possible and destroyed more

He hoped that the Black Gold Cannon, which had killed and wounded countless Taiyi Sect disciples, would be used as little as possible in the subsequent battles.

After this battle, Yan Boping knew that a quick victory was absolutely impossible. Even with the "blood debt" of this battle, it was almost impossible to return to the peaceful situation before.

possible things.

Therefore, Yan Boping did not waste Taiyi Sect's vitality to guard the captured Panlongyuan southern cave entrance, but took all the troops out to rest. From now on, this battle is no longer between Taiyi Sect and Chi

The matter between the Yue Jiao. Originally, he was willing to take the lead because of the half piece of jade handed down from ancient times. But when the battle escalated into a war, he felt that this was not a matter of his Taiyi Sect family, but a matter of the entire Middle-earth righteousness.

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What's more, Yan Boping is extremely dissatisfied with the way the other four sects are shrinking back, fighting timidly, and conserving their strength today.

However, Yan Boping didn't know that his complete retreat had unintentionally "trapped" Xiang An. When Xiang An went through all kinds of hardships and sneaked to the entrance of the southern border of Panlongyuan, he only saw

The entrance to the southern Xinjiang cave has been tightly guarded by the dragon tribe. As well as the southern Xinjiang reinforcements all over the mountains and plains are consolidating the battlefield.

The children of the Aoki tribe, with a miniature towering tree embroidered on the back of their black robes, are using various healing techniques to rescue the injured children of southern Xinjiang.

The tribesmen of the Fire Phoenix Tribe, who had a fire phoenix embroidered on the left chest of their black robes, were hanging the Taiyi Clan disciples who were still alive and lucky enough to be alive one by one on the wooden frame to receive the blessing after the rain.

Baptism of Yang.

Around the Fire Phoenix Tribe, a group of tribesmen from the Dragon Tribe with dragon patterns embroidered on their black robes were leveling the land near the wooden frame, apparently to build a small square.

The Taiyi Sect disciples who were tied to the wooden frame all looked pale. In order to keep them alive, Jing Hongtu ordered several elders of the Qingmu tribe to personally treat them to ensure that these "captured" Taiyi Sect disciples could survive.

Survived. Although this kind of behavior is not in line with the style of the Qingmu Tribe in southern Xinjiang, which has always been peaceful, kind and gentle, Mu Li, the leader of the Qingmu Tribe, still ordered the treatment of these Taiyi Sect disciples.

Xiang An, Bu Yuan, and Feng Kan were lying on the big tree far away, looking at the Taiyi Sect disciples who were hung in the air on the wooden frame, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Moreover, these disciples on the wooden frame were not just hung on the wooden frame. They were also whipped and insulted by the passing disciples from southern Xinjiang from time to time. This made the three of them feel the cruelty of war.

Just seeing this situation made the three people feel so uncomfortable. The disciples of the Taiyi Sect who were tied to the rack felt even worse than death at this moment. The disciples of the Taiyi Sect have always been arrogant and arrogant in Middle-earth, and they are always arrogant wherever they go.

He was a distinguished guest, so how could he have ever been subjected to such humiliation? His temper broke out and he cursed loudly on the spot. Some disciples even banged their heads against the wooden frame, hoping to die quickly.

I don’t know whether it was because the binding rope was too loose or the binding restriction failed. Suddenly, a Taiyi disciple on the wooden frame broke free from the rope, grabbed the whip that was whipping him, grabbed it with his backhand, and pointed it at him.

The Nanjiang disciple who had whipped him just now was whipped hard.

"Run!" Xiang An looked at this scene and shouted for this disciple with heartache.

But this disciple may have seen the general guards around him, or maybe he didn't even want to run away. Facing the disciples of the giant dragon tribe who were approaching from nearby, there was no fear on his face, and the one who was dancing with a soft whip was Huhusheng.

His power temporarily made it impossible for the surrounding dragon tribe disciples to get close to him, and he was even decorated with colorful flowers on his body.

In particular, the disciple of the giant dragon tribe who was being taken care of by this disciple and who had whipped him before was even more bloody and his skin was bruised and bruised. Xiang An and the other two people felt relieved when they looked at it.

But after relieving themselves, the three of them were still worried about this disciple's situation. After all, he was fighting alone without reinforcements, so he might not be able to defeat hundreds of hands with just one fist.

The other disciples of the Taiyi Sect who were tied to the rack were even more angry when they saw this. Besides speaking good words, they also said all kinds of filth.

The words were also spewed out frequently to help this disciple. At the same time, these more than ten disciples were also struggling constantly, trying to break free from the restraints on their bodies, break free from the wooden frame, and fight with these Southern Xinjiang monsters who they considered extremely hateful.

A battle of life and death.

However, this disciple's strength is extremely limited. He was already exhausted. After this period of crazy venting, he finally couldn't swing the whip in his hand, and he no longer had the same vigorous energy as before.

The feeling of wind.

As a result, he was so weak that he was swarmed by the disciples of the dragon tribe and threw him to the ground.

These children of the giant dragon tribe, who had been beaten with his whip for a long time, were so angry that they went up to him and beat him randomly.

Especially the disciple who was whipped the hardest by him was even more furious at this moment. Regardless of his injuries, he picked up the whip and hit this disciple hard in the face. A blood mark was directly there.

The disciple's face blossomed.

Even though Xiang An and the others were lying so far away, they could still see the blood mark across their entire cheeks.

Xiang An felt his face burning, as if the whip had struck him in the face.

Soon, this Taiyi Sect disciple was hung back on the wooden frame, his head hanging limply, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

The enraged disciples of the Dragon Tribe gathered around the dozen or so disciples of the Taiyi Sect, and kept punching and kicking them. The more fierce the disciples of the Taiyi Sect scolded them, the harder they beat them.

.Swear a word and get a punch; curse a word and get a slap; curse a word and get a kick.

In the end, I was tired of scolding and beating.

The whole "farce", or the one-sided beating of the Taiyi Sect disciples by the members of the Scarlet Moon Sect, lasted for half an hour before it came to an end.

The children of the Aoki Tribe waited until both sides had stopped before they began to treat him. Several of the children of the Aoki Tribe were busy taking medicine, applying medicine, and using healing techniques.

After being treated by the children of the Aoki tribe, the children of the Dragon tribe continued the work of leveling the land and building the square.

The several Taiyi Sect disciples who were hung there had their heads lowered, not knowing whether they were dead or alive. However, the Aoki Tribe disciples only checked one by one and fed these Taiyi Sect "prisoners".

After taking some medicine, I stopped taking care of him.

Only the disciple who broke free was treated with healing techniques.

It was obvious that the Scarlet Moon Sect wanted to take this opportunity to humiliate the Taiyi Sect and give some confidence to the tribes that came from afar to support them. They had no intention of calming down the situation.

Xiang An looked at the disciples of Taiyi Sect who were still hanging under the clear sky, and the fists clenched in his hands were unwilling to let go for a long time.

Bu Yuan looked at some of the disciples carefully, trying to identify which ones they were, but the distance was too far and he couldn't see them clearly.

Feng Kan just glanced at it and no longer cared about the situation there. He squatted down and looked at the heavily guarded route, as if he wanted to find a position where he could escape.
Chapter completed!