Continuously weaving in and out of the melee, Wei Zong casually crushed to death two red-clothed warriors who were rushing towards him.
So far, the form is pretty good.
Although the opponent has more people, the Qiantian Sword Sect is fighting at home after all, and has a huge advantage. In addition, the Qiantian Sword Sect's warriors at the same level are often stronger. Therefore, even with a numerical disadvantage, the Qiantian Sword Sect has a huge advantage. The Tianjian Sect still fought evenly.
Wei Zong's face was expressionless, while avoiding the aftermath that could be seen everywhere, he was harvesting lives casually.
The position he was in was basically dominated by warriors from the Qitian, Wanjun, and Jiyi realms. Wei Zong was at ease here, killing at will.
Wei Zong is not worried about the battle. For him, as long as he doesn't act too high-profile, nothing will happen. At least he can survive until the end of the battle. After all, the final outcome of this battle is not here, but In the third step of the battle.
If Hong's leader wins, then no matter how big a victory they have, it will be of no avail. And if they win, then for a strong man in the third step, eliminating these red-clothed warriors is just a wave of his hand. thing.
Therefore, both sides may know this. Wei Zong looked around the battlefield and found that basically the low-level warriors fought the hardest, while the upper-level warriors of the Five Yun Realm and Xuanqi Realm fought very restrainedly. Anyway, they were Winning or losing won't help at all, so why should they work hard? After all, if they are in such a state, it will be difficult to recover if they are injured.
It is easy to understand that the people below are fighting hard, not because they are stupid, but because for their realm, killing more enemies means more military exploits, and military exploits can be exchanged for more practice. Resources. For them, how many enemies they can kill in this battle will determine their future to a certain extent.
"ah--"
Just as Wei Zong was looking around the entire battlefield, a scream suddenly came from not far away from him.
This voice was somewhat familiar. Wei Zong took a look and found that the person who screamed was none other than Lu Yirou. She was facing five Ultimate Artistic Realm warriors by herself, and was now forced into a desperate situation.
I have to say that Lu Yirou's strength is still acceptable.
Her swordsmanship is impeccable, and she can often strike first and strike first. If she faced only one warrior, the opponent would probably die under her sword very quickly. Unfortunately, she faced five warriors of the Ultimate Artistic Realm. Under no one's siege, even her swordsmanship gradually lost its order and began to become chaotic.
The scream just now was because her sword skills were messed up, and someone took the opportunity to stab her in the shoulder with a sword.
She was no longer an opponent in the first place, but now she was injured and her strength was greatly reduced. For a moment, Lu Yirou's situation suddenly became precarious.
"Am I going to die here?"
Seeing the ferocious smiles on the faces of the people who besieged her, Lu Yirou felt a little sad.
She is a very ambitious woman, with a heart as high as the sky. Fang Xinghuan was already good enough back then, but when he pursued her, she still scorned her. It was not because of anything else, just because she was definitely not good enough for Fang Xinghuan. However, she had such a high heart. The arrogant Lu Yirou was about to die here in obscurity at the hands of a few unknown people. How could she be willing to do this!
"Hehe, this little girl doesn't seem convinced yet?"
A red-clothed warrior saw the expression on Lu Yirou's face and deliberately laughed, so he said to Lu Yirou: "Looking at you, you are still a virgin. It's so pitiful that you have never tasted the taste of a man until your death. Otherwise... anyway... You are going to die too, why not let us brothers have fun, don’t worry, we will definitely make you want to die!"
"Hahaha……"
Several other people also laughed and looked at Lu Yirou with slightly changed eyes. They didn't really want to do anything to Lu Yirou here. Even if they had the intention, they didn't have the courage. Let's not talk about Hong Zhong's rules. , simply speaking, to do such a thing on the battlefield is to seek death!
But for them, verbally humiliating a beautiful girl like Lu Yirou was an indescribable pleasure. Seeing Lu Yirou's face turning red from shame and anger, they became inexplicably excited.
"You... are so shameless!" Lu Yirou's eyes were about to burst into flames. She was a true disciple of the Qiantian Sword Sect and had a high status. She had never been insulted like this before.
"Hehe, it's just such an expression, such an expression of shame, anger, but helplessness..."
What made Lu Yirou even more sad and angry was that the angrier she became, the more excited the people opposite her became. But the good thing was that the other party seemed to want to play with her, and slowed down the attack for a while, and did not immediately stop. She died at one place in the east and one in the west, slowly leaving wounds on her body.
In any case, Lu Yirou finally got a chance to breathe.
"I can't die!" In the midst of shame and anger, Lu Yirou's mind was still clear and she was not dazzled by the other party's humiliation.
"Think of a way to break the situation!" She glanced around. The surrounding Qiantian Sword Sect disciples were all in the middle of the battle. They couldn't even take care of themselves, let alone save her.
Besides asking for help from others, is there any other way to solve the problem?
Lu Yirou was thinking hard, but at this moment, a voice sounded behind her.
"Senior Sister Lu Yirou?"
It's Wei Zong, Wei Zong finally arrived!
"Weizong!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Lu Yirou's eyes lit up. Wei Zong is here. After all, Wei Zong has the combat power to kill Fang Xinghuan. It shouldn't be a problem to break her siege, right?
"Well, you dare to come forward even if you are in the Wanjun realm?" Seeing Wei Zong's realm, the red-clothed warrior who teased Lu Yirou before was obviously disdainful: "You scared me in vain, it turned out that he was just a man who wanted to die!"
"You kid from the Wanjun Realm, go to hell!"
As he spoke, he stabbed Wei Zong directly with his sword.
"Be careful!" Seeing this scene, Lu Yirou screamed subconsciously.
"Hehe, it's too late!" The red-clothed warrior smiled ferociously. The young man in the Ten Thousand Jun Realm seemed to be frightened and stood there motionless, while his sword had already reached the opponent.
At this distance, it is impossible for the opponent to dodge this sword.
This was also true. The warrior in red pierced Wei Zong's chest with his sword.
It's just that... the tearing of flesh and blood did not appear in the impression. The swift and fierce sword of the red warrior pierced Wei Zong's body as if it were pierced on a piece of meteorite from the sky. With a bang, there was a sound of gold and iron. The sound did not penetrate the skin at all.
Not only did it fail to hurt Wei Zong, but the long sword of the warrior in red became bent due to excessive force...
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