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Chapter 85 Thousands of troops

finally.

The moon is full.

White, big and round.

But unfortunately no one appreciates it.

On a high hillside.

He Feiyu is in charge of the Central Army.

It looks across from the Sesshoji Temple in the distance.

His eyes were cold, just like tonight.

Deep and endless.

The feather fan in his hand shook gently.

The moonlight seemed to have turned into snowflakes, swaying with the fan.

The Temple of Death.

Mr. Mu Duo also stood high on the Killing Mountain.

The moonlight is like water, shining on each Thousand Machines Sword Pavilion.

The originally red-gold roof was now covered with a layer of snow-white.

Mr. Muduo enjoyed bathing in the moonlight.

As usual, the ruler never leaves my hand.

He himself is the spirit of Mu Duo.

This ruler is actually the core of his body.

He gently touched the ruler, but looked far away into the distance.

Although they were several miles apart, their eyes seemed to collide with those of He Feiyu.

Finally, both sides coincidentally unleashed murderous intent.

All sounds turned into silence at this moment.

Silence, dormancy, silence...

After that……

break out!

The feather fan and the ruler were raised almost at the same time.

Deafening killing sounds suddenly erupted from both sides.

Woohoo~

Huhuhu~

On one side is a horn and on the other is a drum.

One side is offense and the other side is defense.

Here at Wanshou Villa, He Feiyu used the 'Every Grass and Trees Were Soldier Formation'.

The advantage of this array is that it has an extremely wide range and is elusive.

Every tree and plant can help me.

Killing Mountain is surrounded by mountains and has luxuriant vegetation, making it the most suitable place for the 'Weeds and Trees Formation'.

This formation is a siege formation.

Once launched, the sky will be overwhelming and thousands of arrows will be fired.

So as soon as He Feiyu's feather fan fell, countless monsters appeared from all directions.

Standing on a high place and looking at it at a glance.

Like a rushing river, layer upon layer, endless.

Sesshoji Temple is like a small boat in the ocean.

It seemed insignificant in the overwhelming waves.

However, when all the huge waves rushed towards it, the Sesshou Temple was as stable as a mountain.

On the contrary, the entire sea was stagnant.

On Shasheng Mountain, Shasheng Temple.

In front of the Shasheng Temple, there is the Shasheng Road.

The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and there are many divergent paths. Where is your peace now?

Sentient beings travel to the Three Thousand Realms, but when they return they still cultivate and kill fields!

Far away from the mountains.

There are many steep mountains, so people all over the world call them "difficult to travel".

The Shasheng Temple is located among the 100,000 mountains. The mountains are steep and the roads are even more dangerous.

In addition, all the levels have set up the "Thousand Machines Sword Pavilion", and it is like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge at this moment.



This side of Sesshouji Temple.

Mr. Muduo also waved the ruler in his hand.

In an instant, all the disciples were in place.

The earth trembled, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The Shasheng Temple was in defensive formation, and all the disciples were walking in the sword pavilion, waiting for work.

At the northern foot of Shasheng Temple, this is the main peak of the mountain, and the sword pavilion here is guarded by Farewell.

"Is this the demon clan?"

All the monks were silent.

Because it's really too shocking.

It is said that if there are more than ten thousand people, there will be no limit.

At this moment, they could truly see what true boundlessness is.

Qianji Jiange doesn't look big from the outside, but it's quite spacious inside.

The disciples are divided into upper and lower parts.

The lower part is no different from a normal pavilion, except that there are walls on both sides. It seems airtight, but in fact there are hidden mechanisms, holes, and the like. As long as the mechanisms are opened, different modes will be opened to launch attacks.

The upper part is on the top. There are four positions on the top of Qianjijian Pavilion, and there is a mysterious window in each position.

The mysterious window is covered with a glazed mirror, allowing you to observe the movements of enemies miles away.

The mirror is marked with a scale, allowing you to know the precise distance of the enemy.

As for the passage in the middle of Qianjijian Pavilion.

It looks like a passage, but if you walk up it rashly, you will definitely suffer thousands of arrows piercing your heart.

The mechanism must be closed before normal passage can occur.

In this way, the first group of monsters had already come closer while he was talking.

From a distance, it looks very menacing with its long teeth and claws.

"A hundred feet away!"

The disciples on the roof looked through the glazed mirrors and kept a close eye on the demon clan's every move.

But after two breaths, another observing disciple said anxiously: "Eighty feet!"

At this moment, two words flashed through the minds of the disciples in Qianjijian Pavilion: So fast!

The distance of twenty feet is only a few breaths.

You must know that this is a long-distance trip.

Although the monks can use the teleportation technique to arrive in an instant, it is difficult to sustain and cannot be used for trekking in the army.

Unlike humans, the monsters achieve this simply by relying on their physical strength.

Such a long distance, such a fast speed, such a short time.

No wonder a thousand years ago, the demon clan almost swept the world, and no one could stop it.

"Sixty feet!"

After just a few thoughts, the demon army was already pressing in front of him.

Still continuing to rush forward.

"Forty feet!!"

This time, even the disciple who uploaded the letter on the rooftop sounded a little panicked.

They are the ones who can most intuitively feel the oppression of the demon clan.

"Thirty feet!"

Almost instantly they were one step closer!

At this time, all the disciples looked away.

As the chief disciple of Yishin Chanyuan, he is the chief disciple of the Nine Generations of Killers.

Parting is calmer than others.

The reason why everyone looked at him was because Thirty Zhang was already within the attack range of Qianjijian Pavilion.

If he takes action at this moment, he can kill a large number of monsters instantly.

However, Farewell did not give an order. He had the 'Hearing Gourd' obtained from the Blood Sea World on his ears and could hear all the small sounds from all directions.

But he did not hear Mr. Muduo's signal to fire.

"Twenty feet!"

The ground shook more violently.

The kind of shock with a destructive aura makes it difficult to even breathe.

The disciples have already tightened their grip on the swords in their hands.

"Ten feet!!"

The momentum of the demon clan is beyond imagination.

It feels like a big mountain is about to hit you head-on.

The silence in Qianjijian Pavilion was eerily quiet, and no one dared to even breathe loudly.

When you look closely, their bodies tremble slightly.

The human body is inherently weak. If we fight in close combat, no one will be an opponent.

Over the years, the rumors of demon tribes slaughtering human races in all corners of the world have long been known to everyone.

Naturally, they also know the ferocity of the demon clan.

Even the Great Zhou's Tiger Army could not stop the demon clan's attack.

Is this ordinary-looking Thousand Machines Sword Pavilion in front of me enough?

Their timidity stems from their suspicion of Qianjijian Pavilion.

Soon it will be time for Qianji Jiange to prove itself.

"Five feet!"

The disciples could even see the bloodthirsty expression on the demon clan's face.

"Three feet!"

The wind blowing in your face contains the fierce aura of the demon clan!

"Two feet!"

They have even felt the edge of the weapons.

Success or failure depends on this!!!

Woo~

Woo~

Woo~

The melodious sound of the horn suddenly resounded among the mountains.

The monsters who had already rushed forward stopped one by one when they heard the sound of the horn.

Some of them ran so fast that their faces were already pressed against the Thousand Machines Sword Pavilion.

But the expected impact did not occur.

On the contrary, the disciple on the roof was stunned: "The demon clan...retreated?"


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