There are about thirty Ye family monks participating in the battle this time, and there is also a Zifu monk. The Zifu monk has already taken action to contain the big demon of the Zifu clan.
But even so, the thirty foundation-building monks of the Ye family resisted the waves of demon cultivators, and they were considered to be powerful.
The head of the Ye family smiled and said: "The Lu family and the Ye family look out for each other and should support each other."
The great elder breathed a sigh of relief and brought Lu Jinwen and Lu Xuanji to join the Ye family's team.
The dozen monster beasts that were originally chasing them suddenly stopped and summoned other monster beasts to come to help.
The two sides fell into a brief stalemate.
Seeing this scene, Lu Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief.
Connections are still useful. If there were no connections between the Lu family and the Ye family in the past, and the Ye family did not accept them to join the team, or deliberately delayed a few breaths, the three monks of the Lu family would be in great danger.
Boom boom boom.
The fighting continues, individual monks are falling, and monsters are also falling.
Originally, the monks were divided into small teams, rushing to kill the demon clan's formation like a sharp knife slicing flesh.
But as the monster beasts reacted, they began to adjust their formation and launch a counterattack.
The human monks were also shrinking their formations, small teams converging into large teams, confronting each other, and attacking with various spells.
Lu Xuanji looked up and saw that deep in the mountains, the Zifu monks and the Zifu demon were fighting, and the Jin Patriarch and the Jindan Demon King were fighting, fighting each other fiercely.
The one who determines the outcome of the battlefield is not these Foundation-Building monks and Zifu monks, but Patriarch Jin.
If Patriarch Jin wins, everything will be easy.
If Patriarch Jin loses, everything will be in vain.
…………
Boom boom boom!
High in the sky, the battle continues, and the struggle continues.
Patriarch Jin holds a sword in his hand. The light of the sword is like the tide, the intention of the sword is like snow, and the power of the sword is like a mountain. It seems like a continuous wave is sweeping in, one after another.
Hoho!
The White Tiger Demon King, who was originally in human form, turned into an animal body.
The tiger's body is about one foot long and over one and a half meters tall. It looks like it is made of platinum, with thick limbs and a tail like a steel whip.
The clouds follow the dragon and the wind follows the tiger.
As its body dances, the white tiger harnesses the power of wind and metal to attack.
"Humans seek death."
The white tiger activated its demonic power, and its body suddenly turned into metal, becoming indestructible and capable of resisting magic weapons.
The sword energy hit the white tiger's body one after another, making a crisp sound, as if it was attacking a magic weapon, but it was just white dots or white marks, which did not break the defense at all.
The body shape is changing, and the white tiger harnesses the power of wind and thunder to fight in close quarters.
At the golden elixir stage, the White Tiger Demon King's various natal magical powers are terrifying in power and astonishing in their killing power. However, it seems that he is affected by the instinct of the beast. This demon king still likes to fight in close quarters, slaying with two claws, biting with sharp teeth, and protecting.
Tail whips the enemy.
Boom boom boom.
Ancestor Jin activated the flying sword, and the sword light differentiated into seven sword energies.
The seven sword energy transformed into seven stars, showing the momentum of the Big Dipper, carrying endless starlight to suppress it.
Roar!
As the White Tiger Demon King opened his mouth and breathed out, the demonic power surged, turning into rolling thunder and sweeping in. Ripples formed in the void, tearing apart.
Bang bang.
The Big Dipper shattered into pieces on the spot and scattered in the void.
brush!
At this moment, Patriarch Jin disappeared and appeared above the White Tiger Demon King like a ghost, cutting his neck with a sword in the air.
The White Tiger Demon King stretched out his tiger claws. The claws were sharp and strong, as if they were torn from a fourth-grade spiritual treasure.
boom.
boom.
The swords and claws clashed together. The swords passed one after another as fast as a rainstorm, and the claws were airtight and continuous.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of moves were exchanged.
"White Tiger Seven Killing Sword."
The White Tiger Demon King opened his mouth, and suddenly a three-foot-wide sword turned into a stream of light and stabbed him.
This sword is overflowing with brilliance, as bright as if it were made of platinum. It is the natal magic weapon that the White Tiger Demon King spent two hundred years building. It is already a fourth-grade sword. Even among the fourth-grade magic weapons, it is considered top-notch.
The demon clan is not good at refining weapons or elixirs. This is only for low-level demon beasts.
After reaching the golden elixir, those demon kings can master all kinds of methods and can learn to refine weapons and elixirs in a very short time.
The White Tiger Seven Killing Sword turned into a stream of light and stabbed at Patriarch Jin.
Ancestor Jin's eyes lit up, and a hint of joy flashed through him.
brush!
A purple light shot out from his eyes, and the White Tiger Seven Kills Sword suddenly let out a mournful cry.
Patriarch Jin waved his hand and grabbed the White Tiger Seven Kills Sword and suppressed it in the treasure tripod.
"Give me back my sword."
The White Tiger Demon King sensed the magic weapon and activated his spiritual thoughts to summon his natal magic weapon, but he sensed that the magic weapon had been suppressed.
In anger, he lunged forward and slapped Patriarch Jin on the head with his huge tiger claws.
Sword pointing.
The two fingers of Jin Laozu's left hand were united, and they were sharp, like sharp swords pointed at the tiger's claws.
In the violent collision, the tiger's claws shattered into pieces, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
"die!"
Ancestor Jin took another step forward and approached the White Tiger Demon King closely, with the distance less than one meter.
The sword in his hand turned into a bit of cold light, turned into an eternal star, and stabbed the White Tiger Demon King in the eyes with a fatal move.
"No."
The White Tiger Demon King flashed a hint of panic, and the royal lines between his eyebrows trembled, turning into a ray of light and shooting towards Patriarch Jin.
Ancestor Jin felt uneasy and wanted to dodge, but he was a step too late.
That ray of light hit Old Ancestor Jin, and his soul was immediately frozen, making it difficult to move at all.
The White Tiger Demon King took the opportunity to take action, opened his mouth with blood, and bit directly into the head of Ancestor Jin.
Although he is already the Golden Core Demon King, the White Tiger Demon King's experience of hunting in his childhood made him like to bite off the heads of his enemies and then swallow them alive.
Click!
At this moment, a golden clock appeared in a flash, with runes engraved on it and the sun, moon and stars appearing on it. At the critical moment, it appeared above the head of Patriarch Jin, resisting the bite from the White Tiger Demon King.
With a violent sound, the golden bell was bitten.
He opened his mouth and swallowed the golden bell, and also wanted to swallow the golden ancestor under the golden bell.
At this moment, Patriarch Jin came out of his soul, turned into a sword light, and disappeared.
It appeared again, already a hundred meters away.
Hoho.
The White Tiger Demon King moved the royal pattern between his eyebrows, and the light flashed, turning into mysterious power and instilling it into his body. Click, click, click, the body is shrinking, but the strength is increasing, and the cultivation level is improving.
The explosive power is increasing. It seems that a secret technique is being used to temporarily improve the cultivation level.
A trace of solemnity flashed in Patriarch Jin's eyes, and his spiritual thoughts moved downwards.
In the battlefield below, after experiencing the initial surprise and unpreparedness and inflicting heavy losses on the monsters, the monsters shrank their battle lines after the initial panic, gathered their teams, began to stabilize the defense line, and even began to counterattack humans.
monk.
The human monks were obviously a bit outmatched.
This is not their fault, but that there are too many monster monks.
The foundation-building monsters here, the great purple monsters, etc. far exceed the number of human monks.