In the Muntjac Forest, the 200,000 army of human players swept through, but they did not encounter the obstruction of the ghosts. Even the coffin-carrying ghost cultivators such as Tan Xin were left empty. There were only a few cells filled with death energy in the jungle.
It's just a corpse field, nothing else.
"what happened?"
In the chat channels of the major guild leaders, Ishi Canglian frowned and said: "tnnd, those ghost cultivators heard the news and fled?"
"No way?"
The breeze between Shu's brows said in a deep voice: "Ding Chunqiu, Jiumozhi, and Qiu Qianren are not ordinary arrogant people during this period, and they will probably not run away."
"Indeed not."
Su Xinghe said: "We have just received the news that Ding Chunqiu has gone south with a total of 80,000 ghost cultivators. Now they are all gathered on the north bank of the Xijian River, and they have locked the coffins together and laid them across the river. It should be
He wants to eat the spiritual energy of Xi Jianjiang. Maybe Tan Xin has other ideas, but I’m not sure yet.”
"what to do?"
Ishi said desolately: "Stay and burn down the lair of the Coffin Bearers, or should we just go south?"
"Go south!"
Lin Zhao frowned and said: "The spiritual energy of Xi Jianjiang must not be given to Ding Chunqiu and his group, otherwise it will be even more difficult. Moreover, sucking up the spiritual energy of Xi Jianjiang will not be a good thing for our human race."
"OK."
Su Xinghe said solemnly: "Let's go south collectively. The distribution of all the villains is very scattered. Our seven major guilds will go south separately to quickly disrupt the situation. If there is a serious war and need help, just send the coordinates here.
, let’s all take care of each other.”
"Um!"
Everyone nodded.
As a result, the 200,000 army went south again, rushing from the Zizilin area towards Xijianjiang River.
…
At 11:30 a.m., Lin Zhao volleyed his sword in the air, and as 1.80,000 people from the Scarlet Moon Knights entered the Xijianjiang area, in the jungle on the north bank, ghost cultivators carrying coffins behind them appeared one after another.
With nothing to say, Chen Xue raised her spear and pointed forward, and the Crimson Moon Knights immediately charged straight into the jungle.
For a time, the mountains and plains were full of players. There were many masters of the Scarlet Moon Knights. Wisps of flying swords and the light and shadow of attacking magic weapons were flying in the air. Ding Chi, Chen Xue, Luo Man, Lu Han, Bu Su Li Ren
The others were already in close combat with the opponent, and the attack team of Shen Xingchen, Mo Chenxue, and Lu Li focused on breaking through the defense.
The battle between the two sides has been quite fierce since the two sides came into contact. Among the other group of people, at least 300 were old men from all the villain guilds. Their average level was over 124, giving them an absolute advantage. On the other hand, the average level of the Scarlet Moon Knights was
It's only level 115, and Lin Zhao, the highest level among them, is only level 126. However, the Scarlet Moon Knights' hard power and coordination are extremely strong. They advance step by step without giving the opponent too many chances.
"Hold them off!"
On the front line, a level 128 Ghost Swordsman player wore the emblem of the team leader and used his flying sword to attack the indiscriminate killing force in front of him. After a round of blows, he immediately stood up with the bloody coffin behind him to block the front.
Damage, for a moment all the intensive attacks of the players of the Knights of the Scarlet Moon bounced off the coffin. The damage caused was not great. Even a set of damage without suing Liren only knocked out less than 40% of the opponent's energy.
Blood, under the treatment of the nomad behind him, was full of energy and blood in the blink of an eye.
"Depend on……"
Bu Liren gritted his teeth: "Isn't this too hard? You can't hit it at all. Are you still a swordsman?"
"Li Ren!"
A voice fell from the sky: "Lower your head and let me do it!"
"okay!"
Without telling Li Ren or looking back, he knew who it was. He immediately sank and moved out of his attack position. He saw a figure descending from the sky with a flying sword. It was Lin Zhao, holding the fairy sword Liquan with one hand, and a heavy sword fell from the sky.
Falling towards the 128th-level ghost cultivator leader, for a moment, the ghost cultivator leader's eyes showed strong unruliness and pride, and he smiled and said: "Hahaha, Lin Baiyi is here in the snowy Tianchi, come on, come on,
Look how I will knock your dog’s head off!”
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, Lin Zhao's basic attack sword landed on the bloody coffin, knocking out 8% of the opponent's energy and blood. This person was in the seventh realm. Lin Zhao's realm suppression damage was not particularly obvious, but in the next second
, Li Quan gently picked up, and Shenglongzhan lifted the body of the 128th-level swordsman into the air. Then Feijian Mingyue wrapped Fenghan and shot through the opponent's throat with a blow. Feijian Haoran also penetrated the opponent with a basic attack.
of his abdomen, knocking his energy and blood below 50% in the blink of an eye, and then Lin Zhao's Sweeping Thousands of Arms and Universe Throw erupted all at once.
"add blood!"
The level 128 sword cultivator roared in the air: "Hurry up and increase the blood!"
A group of nomads quickly increase their health.
But Lin Zhao was faster. During the fierce attack, the five fairy swords in the Lingxu emerged around him one by one. They flew out continuously with "puff puff", directly knocking out the last of the opponent's energy and blood.
A level 128 swordsman who was a ghost cultivator was defeated instantly by Lin Zhao, a level 126 swordsman. Even if he had a coffin to block the damage, he could still kill him!
"grass!"
Someone shouted: "The leader is dead. Let's gather fire and kill Bai Yi. How can we still let him control the wind and rain on the front line by himself!"
All the villains gathered together to set fire.
Lin Zhao gently raised his hand, and Feijian Haoran activated the light effect and turned into a white shield attached to his body, greatly reducing the opponent's attack damage. Moreover, he was a Nine Realm Sword Cultivator, while the opponent focused most of his fire.
In fact, the players in the Five Realms and Six Realms are naturally reduced by 30%-40% of attack damage. Coupled with Lin Zhao's own 37% damage reduction, in fact, the attacks of this group of people in front of him are not at all.
It doesn't hurt.
The next second, Lin Zhao swung out his sword, and the sword energy cage enveloped a group of high-level players. Then the Lijian Style and the Broken Sword Style launched a long-range attack and killing effect. For a moment, it became a bit sharp. It was the ultimate move of a Nine Realm Sword Cultivator player.
What a terrifying combination, and Lin Zhao's combat power is still No. 1 on the Baidi City Heavenly Ranking. Coupled with the damage suppression of the realm advantage, the group of ghost cultivators who can compete with the elite group of the Crimson Moon Knights suddenly fell under Lin Zhao's sword.
I actually felt like I was being tortured.
"Can……"
Shen Xingchen was watching not far away, with a sweet smile on his face. The story of this snowy Tianchi that has been mixed for so long is not in vain. The fighting power is so strong!
Chen Xue and Roman also took the time to look at Lin Zhao on the front line, and immediately smiled happily. It felt very good to have Lin Zhao on the front line. With him there, it felt like the opponent suddenly had a lot of trouble.
A few minutes later, Lin Zhao rose into the air, wielding his sword in the air, and no longer participated in the players' civil war. Within a few minutes of his participation in the battle, he killed more than half of the 300 old men who were evil, and the remaining group of people could not be lifted.
What's going on? What Lin Zhao cares about is actually not the competition between players for resources and PKing each other. He is more concerned about the Xijian River. Aunt Lin Xingchu will come back one day. He can't be with his aunt.
Before you come back, you should just watch Ding Chunqiu and his group of "evil thieves" destroy Xi Jianjiang.
"Axue, Xingchen."
He lowered his head and looked down at the crowd and said: "I'm going to Xijianjiang to have a look. You can just push forward as much as you like. If there is any situation, report it in time."
"knew."
Chen Xue and Shen Xingchen raised their heads together and said with a smile: "Go!"
…
A flash of sword light dragged through the air, immediately attracting the attention of many players in the Villain Guild.
"Boss!"
A level 126 assassin frowned and said: "The Scarlet Moon Knights have already encountered our people in the northeast corner. Baiyi left the team within ten minutes of joining the battle. Yujian came towards us. It seems he wants to come.
Check out the situation here!"
"Waiting for him!"
Ding Chunqiu suddenly kicked open the coffin floating on the river in front of him, lifted the coffin soaked in the water and carried it behind his back, and said in a deep voice: "The people from the Dragon Slaying Team are following me and intercepting Bai Yi on his way here.
After a while, all of you will remember that I am going to fight Bai Yi one on one, no one should interfere, and remember to record the video for me."
"Yes, boss!"
…
In the sky above the jungle on the north bank, the moment Lin Zhao passed by with a flying sword and red leaves, there was a figure rising from the forest, also riding a flying sword. It was Ding Chunqiu.
"White clothes!"
Ding Chunqiu put his hands behind his back and said with a contemptuous smile, "I've been waiting for you for too long. You should also want to kill me, right?"
Lin Zhao frowned: "No, I didn't pay attention to you before."
To be honest, Lin Zhao is sincere after all. During this period, he has been busy taking Wang Yue south to travel around the world. He can't even sort out his own state of mind. How can he pay attention to your mere Ding Chunqiu?
"Fuck you!"
Ding Chunqiu was so angry that he frowned and sneered: "What's left of a cooked duck is a tough mouth? Today I, Ding Chunqiu, want to challenge you to a duel. It's just the two of us. No one is allowed to come."
Do you dare?"
"oh……"
Lin Zhao glanced at the other party and said: "Fight in the sky or on the ground?"
"Heaven."
Ding Chunqiu smiled and said: "We are both people close to the Sword Immortal. You are in the ninth realm and I am in the eighth realm. Let you take advantage of one realm, but it doesn't matter. Today is the day when you, the white-robed drinker of the Scarlet Moon Knights, wash the sword with hatred.
hour."
"Can I fight?"
Lin Zhao glanced at the Xijianjiang River in the distance and could even see countless coffins floating on the river. He couldn't help frowning. The floating coffins on the Xijianjiang River were too disgusting.
"Can."
Ding Chunqiu shouted low, and activated a ray of sword light to cover the top of Lin Zhao's head. It was the sword energy collision skill. The next moment, Ding Chunqiu rushed out through the wind, while Lin Zhao retreated, and suddenly launched the draw sword in the air.
Slashing, the instantaneous displacement effect missed the stun effect of the charge. At the same time, the flying sword rushed out of Yunjian Lake and turned into a clear effect to protect the body.
"laugh!"
Ding Chunqiu missed a hit and continued to attack. The first flying sword "pierced the heart" and broke out of the wind, directly piercing Lin Zhao's chest, causing 8000 attack damage, and at the same time weakening Lin Zhao's armor by 30%.
The next second, the second flying sword "Scorching Heart" turned into a ray of light and penetrated Lin Zhao's breastplate, this time causing a huge 30,000 damage.
No wonder even Su Xinghe couldn't challenge Ding Chunqiu in a duel.
The two flying swords, plus the magical power of the flying swords, are really powerful. Under the protection of Ming Xing, I have lost 30,000 damage. If it were someone else who would start with at least 60,000 damage, he would be able to beat anyone in seconds.
But the number of flying swords Lin Zhao was worthy of.
The next second, Lin Zhao struck at the bullfight with his sword energy, instantly knocking Ding Chunqiu back dozens of yards. At the same time, the flying sword Mingyue and Haoran rushed out together, piercing Ding Chunqiu's heart, and just before Ding Chunqiu raised the coffin grid.
While he was blocking it, five more fairy swords flew out of the spirit ruins, leaving blood holes on Ding Chunqiu's body with "chichichichi" sounds. Just when he thought he could survive with the remaining 15% of his energy and blood.
At that moment, behind Lin Zhao, twelve more gleaming Great Wilderness Ancient Swords flew out of the Ling Ruins, killing like a tide!
"What else? Why the hell are there so many?"
Just when Ding Chunqiu was horrified, the twelve great wilderness ancient swords turned into streams of light and passed through his body.
