I saw dozens of cultivators with shining rays of light stepping on flying swords, and each of them had a face as cold as ice. Dozens of people fell majestically among the cultivators in the outer hall. The leader of them just stopped and pointed at congratulations.
Xiang scolded.
"He Xiang! You are so bold! Senior brother was murdered! How dare you hide it and not report it!"
Immediately, he did not listen to He Xiang's excuse and glanced at the other elders with a cold face: "I am the second disciple of our ancestor, Hong Junxuan. From now on, I will take charge of the outer hall! Anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy!"
The faces of the other elders all changed greatly, but no one dared to speak. Hong Junxuan and many of them had seen this before.
"I will give you a chance to make meritorious deeds." Hong Junxuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He pointed at the guard camps under Jinwu City and said solemnly: "You are allowed to lead a thousand men. If you can defeat this group of country bumpkins, I will absolve you of your sins.
If anyone is timid, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
The elders all had pale faces.
Although they don't know how powerful this team is, their murderous intent is so solid that it makes people frightened. Just looking at it from a distance, they can't muster any courage.
"What?" Hong Junxuan's face turned even colder: "You don't want to?"
Several other Mingxiao disciples also looked at everyone with unkind expressions, and would take action as long as He Xiang and the others resisted even a little bit.
He Xiang's face was ashen, knowing that there was no way to save him at this time, and the Mingxiao Party's patience with them had reached its limit. He said with great difficulty: "I do."
There was only one way before him, to survive in death.
Hong Junxuan and the others would not give him any other way. As for escaping, he had never even thought about it. The small mountain world was so big that there was no place for him.
Seeing He Xiang speak, the other elders' eyes were uncertain, especially the elders from the third level of pulse condensation. At this time, they had the intention to leave. But as several Mingxiao disciples vaguely surrounded them, they also knew that they would have to escape if they wanted to.
It's not that simple.
They stood beside He Xiang in silence.
Hate flashed in the eyes of Hong Junxuan and other Mingxiao disciples. Huang Zhuoguang's death was like a thunderbolt to the Mingxiao sect. Most of these weak disciples of Mingxiao regard their senior brother as their idol. The senior brother died unexpectedly in Xiaoshan Realm.
How can they swallow their breath in a place they have never felt threatened?
He Xiang knew that it was useless to argue, so he didn't say anything and just picked a thousand people.
The sudden arrival of Mingxiao's disciples immediately made the originally relaxed battlefield tense again. Everyone's eyes were focused on Hong Junxuan, which made Hong Junxuan feel more excited than ever before. With his senior brother away, it was finally his turn.
He has been waiting for this day for a long time.
As long as this city is captured, Xiaoshan Realm will fall under the control of the sect again. With his contribution, he will also rise, and he will definitely replace the senior brother and become the new leader among the young disciples of the sect. As for He Xiang and others, under his
In the eyes, success is more than failure. If it weren't for them, the situation in Xiaoshan Realm would never have deteriorated to such a degree.
"The Mingxiao sect's disciples behave like this, it's simply hopeless." The big man shook his head, his tone indescribable disgust.
"Haha, if God wants to destroy it, it must first make it crazy. Why should you be angry like them?" The middle-aged man chuckled.
"That's true." The big man nodded, and immediately showed a look of expectation: "It's also a good thing. In this way, we can also see what is unique about this black-armored guard."
It was not just the onlookers who noticed the changes in the outer hall, Shu Long also noticed.
His expression immediately became serious, and he glanced at the boss in Golden Crow City. He whispered to the adult in the necklace: "Sir, they seem to be taking action."
"Do it?" The voice of the adult in the necklace suddenly became excited: "Okay! Very good! Kill! Kill them all!"
Shu Long was startled, this gentleman was really murderous. But of course he would not take his words seriously. He took a look at the situation and realized that he might not have time to search for loot for the time being, and he suddenly became a little depressed. The boss asked them to
Come to search, but now it seems that the task cannot be completed.
The first task assigned by the boss to Wei Ying was not completed, and Shu Long was extremely unhappy.
But at this time, he also knew the importance. The other party had designated a thousand people out, and they were definitely not here to treat them to dinner. He made a decision without hesitation and ordered the music to assemble.
The Weiying Zhuo who were originally scattered all over the mountains and plains gathered quickly with Shulong as the center, as if Shulong was a magnet, attracting them to move closer quickly. The heavy black armor did not bring any obstacles to them, although they could not
Flying, but everyone moved extremely quickly, and after a few jumps, they returned to the camp.
Zuo Mo sat on the auspicious clouds and nodded secretly. Shu Long was indeed relatively calm. He did not say anything, but just asked Fu Zhan Diaolou to be ready for support at any time. Any team without actual combat will eventually be useless. Before he
I thought that Weiying would not have any effect in a short period of time, but now I found that the progress of Weiying was far beyond my imagination, and I suddenly felt a little confident.
The short battle just now had actually depleted the fighting power of the east and west battalions. The support that Fu Zhan Watchtower could provide was quite limited, so Zuo Mo had to let them recover their spiritual power as soon as possible.
He was also curious about what powerful methods Weiying had.
Based on his understanding of Pu Yao, if this guy is not sure, he will never come out and embarrass himself.
Pu Yao can only do one thing, and that is to show off!
The guard camp was integrated as quickly as possible. Shulong did not order to retreat to the city, but prepared to meet the enemy outside the city.
"They have school exams, and so do you."
The words of the adult in the necklace made Shu Long's face turn pale with fright.
"I've taught you so many things. If you pay attention, you won't be able to handle this little scene."
There was no emotion in Pu Yao's words.
"If you can't handle it, you don't have to live anymore. Although your boss is soft-hearted, you are useless and can only be a burden."
Shu Long was not angry. He was already dozens of years old and had been a cultivator for twenty years. He had never suffered any hardships and had never seen anything in the world. Although the words of the Lord did not sound good, they were not wrong. He was tight.
He took off the thick black armor on his body, raised his head, and his eyes were filled with determination.
If you can't even deal with the situation, how can you stand up to your boss?
He slowly swept around and said in a deep voice: "This is our first battle! I know everyone has been waiting for this day for a long time. Why are we practicing so hard? It's for this battle! Even if we die today, we must fight
The name of Weiying stands up!"
His voice was not loud, but everyone in the guard camp suddenly became excited.
Zuo Mo didn't hear what they said. He was a little surprised when he saw that the black air billowing above the guard camp suddenly intensified a bit. It was as thick as ink in his eyes, and even he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of danger.
What an awesome battle array!
Zuo Mo was inexplicably shocked. The female cultivator who had been silent beside him suddenly lit up with a faint purple light in her eyes, staring at Weiying for a moment.
In the spiritual eyes, I saw wisps of black energy coming out of each camp guard. As soon as the black energy emerged, it melted into the formation and wandered around in the formation. In the blink of an eye, the formation was covered with countless tiny threads.
Black air.
"Let's go!" He Xiang said in a deep voice.
The other elders silently took out their flying swords and activated their spiritual armor. Behind them, a thousand cultivators also took out their spiritual armor and activated their spiritual armor.
The sky is once again filled with lights of various colors.
All eyes were once again focused on the two teams about to collide.
From a strength point of view, the outer hall has the absolute upper hand. Their spiritual armor is far better than the heavy armor of the guard camp. In the eyes of many cultivators, it is the first time that someone can actually use such heavy heavy armor.
see.
From the perspective of personal strength, the outer hall has the absolute upper hand in the war. Among the elders of the outer hall, there are several third-level pulse-condensing heaven cultivators. As for the Weiying, although their practice is very remote, their personal strength
Mediocre, I haven't even seen a conspicuous master.
Many people glanced at Zuo Mo and shook their heads.
Hong Junxuan sneered and said: "Heavy Armor, they thought it was a thousand years ago. Such old antiques were moved out. Who told me they were very rich? The outer hall was killed by such a group of people? So many people were trash?
Even if they are trash, they cannot be cultivated by our Mingxiao Sect!"
"Hehe, that's right! How can they compare with senior brother? Once he comes out, it's just a little effort!" A junior brother said flatteringly: "Not to mention the Golden Crow City, even if there are a few more, senior brother can easily catch them!"
Hong Junxuan was very proud: "When this city is captured, everyone's contribution will not be lost!"
"Senior brother is wise!"
"If you follow senior brother, you can gain glory!"
…
The other junior fellow apprentices flattered Hong Junxuan. Hong Junxuan's vanity was unprecedentedly satisfied. He waved his hand and said, "Look at what use these wastes have."
The eyes of other people also turned to He Xiang.
"Kill!" He Xiang didn't waste any words and rushed to the front. The other elders didn't say anything and followed closely. The thousand cultivators did not dare to disobey orders.
A scream erupted in the sky.
The sky was filled with brilliance like rain, rushing toward the guard camp outside Golden Crow City!
Ten miles!
There was no movement, and the silver torrent that everyone expected did not appear, which surprised everyone.
"Could it be that Fu Zhan Diaolou has exhausted its combat power?" The middle-aged man was a little confused: "Or is the Lord of Golden Crow City full of confidence in this team?"
The big man also looked surprised. Both possibilities were very possible, but they represented completely different meanings.
However, He Xiang and other elders originally planned to face the rain of thunder, but they did not expect that after flying for a long time, Golden Crow City did not release a single thunder.
This made them overjoyed and their morale suddenly increased!
The elders who had originally planned to escape were now determined, and the outside cultivators behind them immediately became more motivated to fight.
The most terrifying thing is the torrent of thunder. Now that the biggest threat is gone, the other party is just a group of bumpkins in heavy armor, so what else is there to be afraid of?
Yes! What else is there to be afraid of?
Seeing the hope of survival, He Xiang's fighting spirit suddenly boiled over and he roared: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
A thousand outer church cultivators roared in unison: "Kill, kill, kill!"
Seven miles!
Five miles!
Three miles!
The cultivators roaring and swooping towards him zoomed in Shulong's field of vision at an astonishing speed.
Shu Long, who had reached the ultimate level of magic power, opened his eyes. In his blood-red eyes, a black energy passed by like a black knife, and he shouted violently!
