The Tong brothers' kung fu is rather special. Their main training time is at night, which is also in line with the survival laws of souls. Although the remaining souls here are not very satisfying, they are better than staying in the city.
They are still very confused about the future and can't find a clue for a while. This is also a problem that most escapees have to face.
"Brother, I don't know why. When I was practicing in the evening these past two days, I always felt uneasy, but I don't know where it came from?"
"Second brother, I have a similar feeling. Maybe the wandering souls here these two days are slightly different. They seem to be a little excited?"
"Yes, that's what it feels like! It's that kind of bloodthirsty excitement. Brother, does this mean anything?"
Tongziji shook his head, "We still know too little about this continent. I have also carefully studied the composition of the grassland cultivation forces. It is true as they said, there has never been a Nascent Soul monk, and there is no such thing in the north.
The basic tribal cultivation group has been bullied and suppressed for thousands of years. If I have to find a reason to be uneasy, it is that the prairie cultivation force is Jianmai, and this orthodoxy is a bit evil."
Tong Zixiao didn't believe it, "If it's a true evil sect, it won't be like this, right? I heard that there is a real sword vein in Jinxiu, called the Quanzhen Sect, but it is not the grassland sword vein... Senior brother, my soul is getting more and more restless.
It’s getting stronger, as if it’s responding to something?”
Tongziji also felt that because of their special physique and skills, they were able to understand some things that others did not know through contact with the soul. This was very important for seeking good luck and avoiding evil. During their practice, they also
I have experienced it many times and I trust my own feelings.
"Second brother, let's move back a little, not too far, let's put some distance between us..."
The two brothers have a tacit understanding, which is what they are used to, because this feeling cannot be explained to outsiders, let alone a chance meeting.
It floated out without a trace, and could not show anything in this mixed group. Until it floated several miles away from the Shuanggou area, if it went further, it might lead to questioning by the leading monk. The two of them hid their bodies and breathed.
Converge and wait silently for changes.
The soul became even more excited.
Suddenly, both of them seemed to feel something. A deadly breath appeared to the west of Shuanggou, and the distance was very close. Before the two of them could react, a loud shout came,
"Dick...hairy...!"
A mysterious force suddenly came over. Even if the two brothers were prepared, their bodies would react consciously or unconsciously. They couldn't help but make the decision!
The next moment, a brilliance like a comet appeared in the west of Shuanggou, and it crashed in blankly. At the same time, the inspiration exploded, and the entire monk station was boiling!
After all, they are also experienced monks. If they can be caught in the Hell Star, then they are not good people. Their intuition about combat is very keen, and they immediately understand that there is a force attacking them!
Who is it? I don’t know!
Go back? Impossible!
No one knows themselves better than they do. It's okay for this group of scattered people with different mentalities to fight with the wind, but if you put them against the organized local cultivation forces, it's completely wishful thinking!
The two of them had a tacit understanding and did not jump up. Instead, they flew flat on the ground and headed straight for Dai Tao. Since the threat came from the grassland, of course they had to do the opposite.
All they could feel was the loud killing sounds behind them, the fierce roar of swords, confusion of ideas, murderous intentions, and endless phenomena... They did not look back, and they were not curious. Years of life and death experience told them that the only way to escape is
:Straight line, accelerate, never look back!
...The sky above Shuanggou Town was in chaos. After Hou Zi drank, more than one hundred and thirty qi machines were clearly displayed in his mind. Where was the most concentrated? Where was the densest? Where were just a few big and small kittens?
Eyes, clearly.
Thirty-two flying swords formed a torrent of strong iron and hit the densest place. In an instant, dozens of celestial phenomena were generated,
Swinging around, colliding again, facing more hastily fighting anchor chain escape repairs, another dozen or so groups of people are disappearing from the sky!
The prairie sword cultivators had experience in such a battle, and they were led by their senior brother. In that battle, they slaughtered all the Wu Clan and Lian Clan cultivators in one space; but their performance that time was still very immature, and they were far from mature.
-familiar, but after six or seventy years, they are no longer the inexperienced newcomers, but the golden elixirs who have been in the sword formation for decades, sharpening their flying swords and their sword formation every day.
Now that the general has come out, he has completely two qualities.
Hou Zi was very satisfied. These guys were quite sensible and had not been idle for decades, which made the battle smoother!
There are about one hundred and thirty escaped cultivators, each with their own speed of reaction, different levels of courage, and different choices; some are passionate and rise up to resist, some are deliberately staying on the frontline to observe the situation, and some are preparing to run away with oil on their soles.
With a clear and firm belief, how can you ask them to unite as one?
Just because of such different thoughts, the formation of the enemy in the air was uneven, and it also provided the most convenient conditions for the sword formation to strike.
After several collisions, half of the escaping cultivators fell to the ground. The celestial phenomenon in the sky was like fireworks blooming during a festival, which never stopped for a moment.
When the fight reaches this point, it will be difficult for even the organized forces to gather for a counterattack. For these rabble, there is no other choice but to flee.
As soon as the sword formation dispersed, Sansan pursued them, and from start to finish, it didn't take more than a moment!
Powerful swordsmanship, firm will, arduous training, and strict organization, when all these are combined, the Prairie Swordsman reveals their sharp fangs to the world for the first time...
Even before Shi Zhu and other senior cultivators completed the encirclement, they could sense that there were scattered cultivators escaping without a trace. The speed of their reaction was worthy of a prisoner coming out of Hell Planet.
Then came the fireworks-like phenomenon of Dao disappearing in the sky, with sharp swords harvesting lives unscrupulously in the escaping cultivators; and then came the scattering of birds and beasts. The escaping cultivators tried their best to run away, and it was at this moment that they truly showed that they were more powerful than the Jinxiu Continent.
Rich means.
Half an hour later, except for the prairie sword cultivator, there was no more escaped cultivator in Shuanggouji. Under Hou Zi’s strict order, the pursuit was not allowed to exceed ten miles of Shuanggou. It was precisely because of this order that dozens of fleeing cultivators were able to escape.
opportunity to leave, otherwise I don’t know how many will be left?
The old and new groups of sword cultivators met in the sky above Shuanggou. Old Shizhu's face was dull because he discovered that none of the young people's sword formations were dead, only a few were injured. The real death of the prairie sword cultivators lies in them.
As for the old cultivator, he lost three old brothers in a short interception.
Such a result made him shut up decisively, and he no longer dared to complain.
Hou Zi glanced at everyone indifferently, "Can we still fight?"
"I still have more to say!" Fanaticism fills the hearts of every sword cultivator. Every time the senior brother is around, it is the most proud moment for their prairie swordsmen. Now, Hou Zi has become their god, and no one dares to question him.
