As the shouts of killing appeared at the entrance of the village, the entire Changjian Village started to move!
In the night sky, under the thunderstorm, the sound of swords being unsheathed could be heard all the time.
Because of the special nature of this secret realm, no matter whether they are people from Changjian Village or people from the other two villages, everyone has a cultivation level above that of a grandmaster!
The average level is a bit weaker than the world Zhou Yuan once lived in.
But compared to the current Daxia or other countries, I don’t know how much stronger it is!
Under this premise, everyone can fight, which is no joke!
When this group of people all started to move, the 800 people from the other two villages who were coming towards them had to stop in their tracks!
This is a battle that has been suspended for more than two hundred years and then continues!
From the moment the two sides come into contact, bloodshed and sacrifice are inevitable!
Even at the beginning of the confrontation, the number of people who died in Changjian Village exceeded the total number of people who died during the period when they were tracking the Moon Suojian and because of the conflict with Zhou Yuan!
This is war!
Real war!
Draw out the weapon, and all that's left is to kill the enemy!
The situation of the other two villages is not much better than that of Changjian Village. Most of the people they bring are strong people in the eighth level!
Although there are only 800 people, the overall strength is definitely stronger than the less than 1,000 people in Changjian Village!
After the initial hand-to-hand encounter, the battle spread, and the entire Changjian Village was shocked by the sound of killing!
"Xiao Feng, that house over there! The people in Changjian Village are obviously retreating there consciously!"
A middle-aged man who looked very rough came to Wu Feng and pointed to where Zhou Yuan was at this time.
"Gather everyone together, ignore the other people in Changjian Village, and kill over there. As long as you grab the Panlong Mill, everything will be easy!"
Wu Feng ordered coldly.
The treaty between them and Nipan Village was very simple. The two groups of people worked together to cripple Changjian Village first.
In the end, the two sides competed for the Panlong Mill, a fair competition!
Don't think about any conspiracy!
And now that both sides have their best troops, there is not much room for conspiracy and trickery!
The upper-level operations are a game between the clan leaders of both sides!
As for why we don't cooperate, let's use Panlongmo to leave this place together.
On the one hand, it is because the two families cannot trust each other at all, even if they work together to grab the Panlong Mill.
In the end, who will conduct the research and who will operate and leave this place?
There are too many theories about this, and mutual distrust is ingrained in everyone's genes.
So in the end we could only settle for the next best thing, cripple Changjian Village, our biggest rival, and then find a way to leave.
Anyway, except for the other two villages, they don't have to worry about other forces participating.
Even if some people bleed and sacrifice, as long as they can get the Panlong Mill, that's enough!
Unless someone can command the monsters in this secret realm, only in this way can they threaten their three villages!
"Zhou Yuan! How long will it take?"
Lin Ran was on the steps, staring at the void not far away.
Although there is nothingness, the fluctuations in energy are very obvious, which shows that the battle has spread to this house, and the opponent has obviously discovered that Panlongmo is here.
Zhou Yuan heard this, shook his head and said: "I have tried my best, but you need to support it for at least two days!"
Lin Ran shook his head, two days?
It's simply impossible!
After tonight, the opponent will be able to enter the courtyard!
At dawn, even he will join the battle!
When the time comes, the Panlong Mill will be placed in this yard. Who else has the ability to protect the Panlong Mill?
Compared to Lin Ran's anxiety, Zhou Yuan was a little indifferent.