Chapter four hundred and sixty seventh we are all outnumbered
"杞栀..."
Lin Zhao suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "Take a closer look. Is there any movement at the Demon Clan's military tent?"
"ah?"
Zhi Zhi was stunned for a moment. She used the power of Water and Moon to observe the sky in the above five realms. Sure enough, a large number of monster troops were coming down from Panyun Mountain. At this time, the vanguard team was almost reaching Jiuzhangyuan. She couldn't help but shuddered and said:
"More than 700,000 demon clans came out in full force, rushing towards us?"
"Um."
Lin Zhao frowned and said: "My premonition was indeed correct. Shi Jungang was unwilling to fail and made a comeback! Immediately ordered the snowy Tianchi to be on alert and go all out to meet the enemy! In addition, ordered the dragon boat to prepare for liftoff in preparation for battle!"
"yes!"
Soon after, the sound of horns rang out on the snowy Tianchi, so that Leng Yan and Shen Xingchen, who were practicing outside, looked back, and then flew towards the snowy Tianchi with their weapons. At the foot of the mountain, they met Cang Long.
A group of people from the guild, Yi Shengliang, rode on a war horse, holding a sword, and said with a confused look: "What's wrong? This horn sound in the Snowy Tianchi... is it going to start a war?"
"Um."
Shen Xingchen said: "Most of the demon clan is going to attack the mountain."
"Depend on……"
A berserker leader of Canglong Guild clenched his fist hard and said with a smile: "It's interesting to encounter monsters attacking the mountain as soon as we arrive...Boss, let's stay at the foot of the mountain and stay away. This is the first line of defense against the enemy.
, we can make a lot of money here!"
"Um!"
Ishi Cangliang smiled and nodded: "Shen Xingchen, Leng Yan, you two don't go up the mountain. Just kill monsters at the foot of the mountain. If Lin Zhao really wants to command the mountain guard later, he might come here. I happen to be short of remote output here.
, how about... forming a team?"
"OK."
He smiled coldly and nodded.
Soon after, a dense army of monsters appeared in the field of vision, and a kendo restriction rose up on the snow-covered Tianchi to protect the mountains. It was the giant umbrella formation that Gaozhi sacrificed, and Muzhen and Chen Ben
The others had already led the snowy cavalry all the way down the mountain, and lined up behind the large formation at the foot of the mountain to meet the enemy. Rows of crossbows and spears were all pointing to the north, creating a scene filled with the aura of killing.
…
On the Xijian River, the moonlight was shining on the river, and the silver light was sparkling. Deep in the river bottom, in the palace of the Goddess of the River, a golden light shimmered. Soon after, Lin Xingchu was wearing a golden armor, dragging a long
A golden cloak appeared on the river, holding a golden Jiang Shen Sword in his right hand, and his beautiful eyes looked to the northwest, where a golden light was trailing towards him.
The Great Demon of the Thirteenth Realm, Ning Yuansheng!
"Buzz!"
The air in the entire sky was instantly compressed to the point of being almost distorted, and all the stars in the sky seemed to disappear. The next second, Ning Yuansheng struck sideways and fell, with an Immortal Weeping Blood Fan in his hand that filled the sky with a heavy amount of evil energy.
It hit Xi Jianjiang, and Lin Xingchu stood up and instantly launched a golden body that was tens of feet high. The sword light was sent, and the tip of the sword touched the bone of the Weeping Blood Fan.
In an instant, the entire Xijian River almost stopped flowing, and a magnificent golden air flow surged around Lin Xingchu's body. Ning Yuansheng's blow was all borne by the entire Xijian River, and Lin Xingchu
The sword made Ning Yuansheng's body hang upside down, and the blood-colored robes all over his body spread out, constantly dissolving and removing the rich sword energy.
"..."
Ning Yuansheng frowned. Looking at the entire Monster Clan ancestral mountain, Ning Yuansheng was at the pinnacle of the Thirteenth Realm. Apart from the Monster Clan, he was almost the first person. Even Nan Qingfeng's strength was inferior.
But Ning Yuansheng's attack, which carried the demon clan's ancestral mountain's destiny, was blocked by Lin Xingchu, and he was slightly at a disadvantage.
It can be seen that the legend that Lin Xingchu came to the Xijian River and established himself in the Fourteenth Realm is true!
It is almost inevitable that no one from the Thirteenth Realm of the Monster Clan will be able to defeat Lin Xingchu on the Xijian River.
However, Ning Yuansheng didn't intend to kill Lin Xingchu, he just wanted to hold him back. So he shook his Qixue fan and let out a low roar like thunder. He once again fell down with Mantian Realm wrapped around him. The five fingers of his left hand spread out.
, a lion's claw fell from the sky, wrapped in a strong demonic aura, and almost instantly compressed the river under Lin Xingchu's feet into a huge whirlpool. The power of this move was that it could make Lin Xingchu's body leave the river and escape the fate of the great road.
of involvement.
Lin Xingchu narrowed his beautiful eyes and couldn't help but smile. He had long heard that Ning Yuansheng, the legendary leader of the four guardians of the Monster Clan's ancestral mountain, was actually a nine-headed lion. What he had understood was the wild way of heaven of the Monster Clan. How could he
Having insight into the mysteries of life and death can even trigger a person's deadline and the disaster to come early. Therefore, over the years, many great monks of the upper five realms of the human race died inexplicably when they faced Ning Yuansheng. In fact, it was just the deadline that Ning Yuan was hit by.
The holy means are just being delayed to arrive earlier.
Now, there is no doubt that Ning Yuansheng's lion's claw dharma is also wrapped in the rich mystery of the wild heaven. It seems to be a temptation, but in fact it has quietly caused Lin Xingchu's disaster to come early.
Unfortunately, he still thought too simply. The cloak behind Lin Xingchu dragged the water along the entire Xijianjiang River. Even if he didn't touch the river water, it didn't matter. There was no difference when he was on the Xijianjiang River.
Thousands of waves, the sword light enveloped countless water lucks and forcefully shattered the opponent's lion's claws, and at the same time gave Ning Yuansheng an additional sword!
"Um?!"
Ning Yuansheng shuddered slightly. His own magical power seemed to be useless against Lin Xingchu, the god of mountains and rivers. He immediately waved his blood-weeping fan to disperse Lin Xingchu's sword energy. At the same time, he twisted his body and launched a golden nine-headed sword.
The lion statue stepped on both sides of the Xijian River and roared repeatedly, causing huge waves!
Lin Xingchu saw the tricks, dragged the entire river's water transport, and used more than ten swords in a row, slashing Ning Yuansheng's dharma body to the point where it was retreating, and even the nine-headed lion's dharma body had some cracks.
"laugh!"
In the sky, a blaze of flames suddenly broke through the clouds and hit Lin Xingchu's back.
Lin Xingchu didn't even look at it, and directly used a water transport barrier, which immediately blocked the flames. At the same time, a figure fell from the sky. It was an old Taoist wearing a fiery red Taoist robe, holding an immortal whisk. It was
Beixuan Zhenjun, a great monk of the twelfth realm of the Jingmei clan, is actually a flaming maple that has mastered cultivation.
"The way you live is when yin and yang come together, and when water and fire blend together."
Standing in the wind, Beixuan Zhenjun laughed and said: "Today I just want to see if Pindao's fire can extinguish the water of Empress Jiang Shen!"
As he spoke, he cupped his fists and smiled at Ning Yuansheng in the distance: "Fellow Taoist Jiuling, it's been a long time."
Ning Yuansheng sneered: "Why do you talk so much? Just do it and break her golden body!"
“Just what I wanted!”
Suddenly, the situation in the sky of Xijianjiang changed. A demon clan at the peak of the 13th realm and a demon at the 12th realm joined hands to kill Lin Xingchu!
…
Fusu Great Wall.
A beautiful woman in white clothes was sitting on the top of the city. She was holding pieces of spiced beef from the plate held by Qin Ran and threw them into her mouth, along with a sip of strong wine. It was really delicious, but
In an instant, she stood up suddenly and found that there were strong demonic auras in both directions of the snow-covered Tianchi Lake and the Xijianjiang River.
Who should be saved first? Lin Zhao or Lin Xingchu?
She hesitated for half a second, of course she saved Lin Zhao first!
"Auntie, let's go!"
Lin Wanhua walked away with her sword, and her beautiful figure turned into a sword light and rushed straight towards the Snowy Tianchi. She had flown hundreds of miles in a few breaths, but just when she had almost seen the Snowy Tianchi,
I saw a wisp of blazing sword light descending from the sky, slashing for dozens of miles from east to west, rushing Lin Wanhua towards the snowy Tianchi.
A figure stepped out of the clouds with a sword in hand. She was graceful and dressed in a long blue dress. With a smile on her pretty face, she said: "City Master Lin, we didn't decide the winner last time, so don't rush there yet.
How about saving people and deciding between life and death?"
Lin Wanhua held the long sword, narrowed her beautiful eyes, and said with a smile: "You are worthy of it?"
At this moment, Lin Wanhua really wished she could directly enter the Thirteenth Realm. Her knowledge of swordsmanship, sword intention, and swordsmanship were enough to support her in breaking through the realm. Once she entered the Thirteenth Realm, killing this dragon kite would seem too easy. Twenty
The sword will definitely leave her dead and disfigured, but Lin Wanhua must take the overall situation into consideration. After all, she is the master of the Fusu Great Wall, not a little girl who walks around with a sword. It would be great if that were the case.
"She doesn't deserve it?"
In the wind, another person fell, wearing a blue robe and holding a spear refined from the true dragon spine. It was the great demon Lu Huan who had returned to the twelfth realm. He narrowed his eyes, with a blazing look in his eyes.
With murderous intent, he smiled and said: "With the addition of me, Lu Huan, am I worthy of being your opponent, Lin Wanhua?"
"Barely."
Lin Wanhua smiled slightly, and without saying a word, she raised her sword and slashed at it. In fact, there was nothing more to say. The Great Wall of Fusu and the demon clan were natural enemies. If there was anything else to say, let’s finish fighting first. Moreover, Lin Wanhua’s sword refining had recently reached a bottleneck.
I need two powerful twelve realms to help me hone my sword skills, and these two great monsters at the top of the twelve realms have come at just the right time!
Long Zheng is the pinnacle sword cultivator of the Twelve Realm, and Lu Huan was once the Thirteenth Realm. After all, as a great monk of the Demon Clan who has been in the Ascension Realm for hundreds of years, his Twelve Realms must be stronger than those of other Demon Clan's Twelve Realms.
Therefore, these two people are Lin Wanhua's best whetstones, so that after the two of them appeared, Lin Wanhua was not only fearless, but even felt a little happy.
"laugh!"
A flash of sword light separated the two halves, one for Long Zheng and one for Lu Huan.
Lin Wanhua's swordsmanship makes her stronger when she is strong!
…
Snowy Tianchi.
Lin Zhao, Gao Zhi, and Chu Yu stood on the cliff of Beishan, overlooking the battlefield. At the foot of the mountain, the two sides were already fighting together. The crossbow arrow formations in the snowy Tianchi continued to wreak havoc, shooting down groups of monsters, while Shen Xingchen,
Players such as Leng Yan and Yi Shi Cang Liang also joined the battle. Although the number of players was small, their influence on the entire battlefield was minimal, but it was better than nothing.
However, the threat goes far beyond the 700,000 demon clan troops.
When Lin Zhao raised his head, he couldn't help but get a look on his face. He saw a familiar figure, the great demon Fu Sheng of the Thirteenth Realm!
