He Luan made a judgment immediately when he saw this.
The so-called illusion technique means that practitioners can create one or more illusions to confuse opponents through illusions.
In a master matchup, this is crucial.
You know, in a master's duel, sometimes even a small amount can affect the overall situation.
A moment of confusion and distraction by an illusion will give the practitioner more opportunities to make adjustments.
"The Qinglian Sword Immortal is indeed worthy of his fame."
He Luan did not focus on this aspect, but went straight after Wu Quanyi's true form.
Wu Quanyi's physical body has escaped far away, but He Luan is unwilling to let go...
Third senior brother Long Qingquan quickly stepped forward to provide reinforcements.
But He Luan was obviously prepared. With a backhand sword, the powerful Gang Qi directly knocked Long Qingquan away.
"It turns out that this guy has been suppressing his true energy and hiding his strength."
Long Qingquan smiled bitterly.
"Taoist Priest Qinglian, you can only seek blessings for yourself."
The moment He Luan drew his sword, Qinglian Taoist Priest Wu Quanyi felt fear for the first time.
This sword is too fast, and the sword's intention is too sharp.
He can't seem to avoid it.
Even though he was a second-level expert, he was completely suppressed and had no ability to fight back.
Why is this so?
Wu Quanyi was desperate.
He watched the sword thrust towards him all his life. After using Taoist illusion, Wu Quanyi had no trump card.
Just when He Luan launched a powerful blow, Wu Quanyi instinctively mobilized all his energy to form a protective shield to protect himself.
This is his last hope.
It's just that the expected sword didn't hit, because at the critical moment of the electric light and flint, Zhao Xun rode the white dragon and hit He Luan directly.
He Luan's attention was completely focused on Wu Quanyi at the moment, and he never thought that a man and a dragon would suddenly appear.
The White Dragon is a spiritual beast, blessed by the awe-inspiring aura of the Academy, and is very powerful.
This collision directly hit He Luan's side, which was a critical hit.
Zhao Xun could hear the sound of ribs breaking and He Luan's rapid breathing.
Even if He Luan tried his best to cover it up with his true energy, it was impossible to completely cover up the instinctive sound.
He Luan's cultivation level is rapidly declining!
Although Zhao Xun is only at the seventh level, he used the powerful strength of the spirit beast to find opportunities in the impossible!
It was this rare opportunity that made Third Senior Brother Long Qingquan rush over and stab He Luan in the back with his sword.
This sword thrust was clean and neat, without any sloppiness.
But the sword did not pierce, as if it had hit a hard object.
"It's soft armor. This guy is wearing soft armor."
Zhao Xun shouted urgently.
After He Luan's level dropped, he was faced with a three-person attack, and it was impossible for him to have another chance to succeed.
He knew that the best way at this moment was to escape.
It is extremely difficult to escape unscathed.
He Luan shouted loudly, and a bird of prey with an eagle's beak and the body of a tiger swooped down from the sky and flew straight towards He Luan.
He Luan jumped on the raptor without hesitation, and the raptor rushed out again.
"Pippi Shrimp, catch up!"
As soon as Zhao Xun gave the order, Third Senior Brother Long Qingquan said quickly: "Wait a minute, Junior Brother. Don't chase after me for fear of fraud."
He didn't make it clear, but the meaning was already very clear.
Now that He Luan was seriously injured and escaped, his level of talent also declined.
But with Zhao Xun's current strength, there is still no chance of winning in a duel with him.
"It's important to deal with the monsters first!"
My mentor Wu Quanyi also said on the sidelines
When the three men and one dragon returned to the head of Ningzhou City, the battle had already entered a fever pitch.
The monster launched wave after wave of death charges without any calculation of gains and losses.
The formation protective shield made by the sixth brother Lu Guangdou with the help of magic talismans had been knocked out by the monsters. A large crack had been opened. Some monsters got in through this crack and rushed to the city to bite and tear the Zhou soldiers.
These ordinary soldiers were no match for the monsters. They were killed immediately after being torn apart.
Blood mist filled the air, and a disgusting smell of blood filled the air.
Zhao Xun was furious and commanded the white dragon Pipixia to sweep the monsters down the city one after another.
The injured Taoist Qinglian and the third senior brother also joined the battle.
Although they couldn't defeat He Luan, the leader of the Sword Saint, they could still deal with a bunch of beasts.
The addition of practitioners instantly changed the situation on the battlefield.
The battle damage ratio of the monster beasts immediately increased. Many monster beasts died tragically under the swords of the two sword immortals, and many died under the sharp claws of the white dragon.
At this moment, Zhao Xun was completely irritated, with only anger in his eyes.
Why do these monsters come to the land of Great Zhou to show off their power? Do they really think that there is no one in Great Zhou?
The battle didn't last as long as expected.
After the practitioners joined, the monsters were immediately defeated.
In the absence of equal cultivators, these monsters are completely powerless to resist.
In order to prevent the entire race from dying tragically under Ningzhou City, the monster general finally issued a signal to retreat.
Although I am unwilling to do so, although I have no choice but to sacrifice myself unnecessarily, it is better than to die in this battle.
Don't pursue the enemy if you are poor. Zhao Xun did not order the pursuit, but rushed to visit the injured soldiers as soon as possible.
Some soldiers had their arms and thighs torn off by monsters, and some had their internal organs injured.
Zhao Xun used his true energy to help the soldiers heal their wounds.
But his cultivation alone is limited, and for so many soldiers, it is nothing more than a drop in the bucket.
"Junior brother, don't be too sad. Casualties are inevitable in war."
Seeing Zhao Xun's grief, Third Senior Brother Long Qingquan quickly stepped forward to comfort him.
My mentor Wu Quanyi also cleared his throat and said: "They are all men from Dazhou, and they are all good. Wrapping in horse leather is their destination. Just look at it, good disciple."
But the comfort from the two of them didn't make Zhao Xun feel better.
He shook his head and said: "They are indeed soldiers, and it is their duty to protect their homeland. But this is not the reason for their tragic death. During the battle of guarding Ningzhou, I did not think carefully and bear a certain responsibility.
"
Zhao Xun is a person who is very harsh on himself.
When something goes wrong, he will first look for the cause within himself instead of blaming others.
"It's useless to say this now, let's save these soldiers first."
The Sixth Senior Brother sighed and said: "All the practitioners should join in. This will make it faster. The one saved will count as one."
"Thank you, thank you Sixth Senior Brother."
Zhao Xun's eyes were a little red.
At this moment, he understood that only by actually being in a war can he feel the cruelty of war.
Those who were injured and died tragically were all children of father and mother, and they were all flesh and blood.
Maybe he was chatting and laughing with you one moment, but turned into a corpse the next moment, and has been separated from his family ever since.