Chai Luochen was in charge of the attack on the northwest road of Qinglong Camp. He rushed to the front of the team. After discovering the chaos at the rear, he led his men to fight back, trying to look at each other from head to tail to form a chaotic formation that held the elements and defended one. But the opponent was like a wild wolf.
His tactics completely destroyed his deployment, and he was like a bereaved dog, struggling to cope with the opponent's attacks again and again. Watching his usually lively subordinates fall one by one, he was going crazy. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to fly away.
The sword stabbed at the opponent's seven-man formation at the Tianshu position like a dragon, but the opponent did not fight with him at all. When he saw the flying sword stabbing him, he would always rely on the movement of stars to dodge cleverly.
Whenever he releases flying swords to chase the enemy, there will always be a monk from a star position attacking his rear wing. In this way, he has to mobilize his magic weapons to return to defense, and the star position he just pursued will fight back brazenly. Under his old face, his
Heartbroken, his pride was trampled under the feet of his opponents, over and over again.
"Retreat, retreat across the board." Chai Luochen roared, trying to win some mercy from his opponents through his retreat. He also wanted to leave some strength for Qinglong Camp. After all, these monks were brothers who had followed him through life and death. But his opponents were simply incompetent.
They were like cold beasts, baring their teeth and claws, and were particularly harsh on the retreating monks. "Could it be that they wanted to kill them all!" Chai Luochen shuddered, "I will risk my life to save myself."
you."
His wrinkled eyes saw that Gu Jian was like a shining star in the northwest sky, controlling everything. As if he had grasped the last life-saving straw, Chai Luochen abandoned his team and fled towards Gu Jian with all his strength. According to
His idea was that as long as he captured Gu Jian, his opponent's battle formation could be completely paralyzed. This idea was certainly correct, but he underestimated his opponent.
Looking at the old monk whose face was bloodshot and whose armor was incomplete, swooping towards him like a mad dog, Gu Jian had a hint of ridicule on his lips, "You are an old dog in the middle stage of the Golden Core, and you deserve to die at the hands of the young master."
A white sword light appeared behind him. It was a pale white that washed away the world, like white withered bones. The sword light struck Chai Luochen with Gu Jian's contempt. Although Chai Luochen was tortured very much,
It was light, but it was still in the middle stage of the Golden Core. A yellow flying sword was shot at the opponent. He turned sharply downward, trying to avoid Gu Jian's flying sword.
Gu Jian did not dodge, his mind moved slightly, and the white flying sword suddenly split into two, exactly the same white color, and struck Chai Luochen at twice the speed before. Chai Luochen saw Gu Jian's attack on him
Feijian did not dodge, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He didn't want to live anymore. If he could fight to die with the opponent, that would be what he wanted. He widened his eyes, and the opponent's two pale flying swords were reflected in his old eyes.
Sword, my body felt a sharp pain, and the two flying swords passed through my body, without even a trace of blood on the sword. Seeing that his flying sword also hit Gu Jian, a smile appeared on Chai Luochen's face, "
That's all, that's all, die with me." He closed his eyes peacefully, and soon stopped breathing. For a golden elixir monk, if the golden elixir is destroyed, death will be very fast.
The yellow flying sword gradually lost its luster after the owner died. Gu Jian held the flying sword in his hand and said coldly: "I want you to die in peace, am I too kind? I have wasted it again."
A stand-in doll, it seems I need to stock up on a few more."
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On the top of the tower of Tianxing Pavilion, Chen Yunsheng led the Yunying Team to watch the fight silently. He was not assigned to defend, but to do supply work for the frontline troops. This matter was extremely important in Gu Siqin's eyes. In his eyes,
In my eyes, instead of letting a person who cannot decide the direction of the war go to the battlefield, it is better to give full play to his advantages and go where he is needed most. And Chen Yunsheng's advantage is that he can be trusted.
"Jingyu, what do you think of this Tiangang Beidou Formation?" Chen Yunsheng asked suddenly.
"Very strong." Zhuge Jingyu replied, with a hint of approval in his tone.
"Can the South Dou Six-Star Battle Formation reach this level?" Chen Yunsheng then asked, this was the question he was most concerned about.
"It's difficult. Maybe not." Zhuge Jingyu replied honestly. He believed that Chen Yunsheng already had the answer in his heart. His answer was just an attempt because he was unwilling to give up the glimmer of hope.
"But the South Dou Six Stars Formation is already strong enough. When the number of Yunying Team increases, we will also build the South Dou Six Stars Formation. What do you think?" Chen Yunsheng licked his lips and said.
Zhuge Jingyu suddenly said solemnly: "This is certain."
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The one attacking the Zhengxi Road was the Suzaku Camp, and the Suzaku Camp was led by Ling Xuzi, one of the six ministers. There were ten Jindan monks in the camp, a hundred foundation-building monks, and 400 Qi-training monks. This kind of combat power was in the fourth camp.
Second only to the Qinglong Camp. The Zhuque Camp has been stationed in the southwest border of Xiliang Kingdom for a long time, mainly in the two cities of Xianzhou and Yuezhou. Since the southwest border is a mountain with millions of mountains, and there are a group of cultivating sects guarding the mountains, there are few
When it is necessary to use the Suzaku Battalion. Therefore, the Suzaku Battalion is the weakest among the four battalions. The ones responsible for defending them are the 300 Thunderbolt Crossbow Team led by Ye Chuanyun and a mid-Jindan monk named Kou Hua.
The remaining monks of the Xuantian Yuan. Although these monks have not been selected as the absolute elite of the forty-nine people, they have performed dangerous tasks in the Xuantian Yuan all year round and have already experienced hundreds of battles. Although the team has not practiced the Tiangang Beidou Formation, they are generally
The battle formation has been practiced a lot.
When the Suzaku Camp entered the range of the Thunderbolt Crossbow, Ye Chuanyun slowly raised his finger. When the opponent came closer, even the light emitting from the Suzaku Camp's magical weapon was vaguely visible. Ye Chuanyun lowered his finger, and three
One hundred thunderbolt crossbowmen were divided into three groups to fire. The first hundred fired first, and a hundred meteor-like brilliance shot out from the mountainside of Taibai Peak. The huge roar woke up the monks in Suzaku Camp. Their eyes reflected
What came out was not the hundred rays of brilliance, but complete despair. The Suzaku camp, who had been basking in the sun in Sitian Pavilion all day, had never seen such a formation. When the thunderbolt arrows pierced their armor, they still had a look on their faces.
With an incredible look on his face, monks fell from the sky one after another, and the hill below was instantly filled with white corpses.
More than a dozen Jindan monks relied on their own magic weapons to protect their vital points. Xu Lingzi was furious. He roared and sacrificed his own magic weapons, which were five black flying swords. The flying swords were black and translucent.
, as if made of obsidian. The flying sword danced with sword flowers and shot straight at the crossbowman in the mountain. The other ten Jindan monks also took out their own magic weapons and shot at the Tianqiong monk halfway up the mountain.
Suddenly all the flying swords were blocked by a layer of light. No matter how much the Jindan monks used their spiritual thoughts to control the flying swords to cut and stab, even if they spit out blood and forcefully control the flying swords to chop, they could not break through it.
The cover is half a minute. There is no doubt that this is the mountain patrol formation that Chen Yunsheng spent a month repairing. The golden runes on the cover flow, and the lines soaked in the principles of heaven and earth flow happily, all risks are eliminated
Keep out.
Now that the defensive formation has been activated, the attack of the Thunderbolt Crossbow has stopped. Ye Chuanyun frowned and said secretly: "This sky patrol formation is not activated at the right time. If the remaining two rounds of Thunderbolt Crossbow are allowed to pass by, the opponent will probably be defeated."
There are not many monks left." While he was slandering the mountain patrol formation, he asked everyone to quickly replace their crossbows and take out their personal magic weapons to prepare for close combat.
Kou Hua stood up from a rock and looked at the Sitian Pavilion monk who was separated from the magic circle. He made a gesture to his subordinates, and then everyone took their positions, ready to open the door to defend against the enemy.
Sure enough, the defense of the patrol formation did not last long. The light shield shattered like soap bubbles. The monks of the Sky Sect who had been prepared for a long time heard the wind and rushed towards the monks of the Suzaku Camp. Now the battle situation was reversed, and the Suzaku Camp seemed to
It is the party being attacked, and the monks from the Sky Sect are the attackers.
The fighting skills between monks are higher than that of ordinary people, because the world they face is three-dimensional, and they can move up, down, left, right, and forward. Their attack methods can be both near and far, and the attack range of a magic weapon is generally within a dozen
About ten feet, and those farther away can reach dozens of feet. The effective killing distance of a long-range attack weapon such as the Thunderbolt Crossbow is within ten miles. This does not mean that arrows cannot hit things ten miles away, but only objects ten miles away.
Arrows may not be able to penetrate the opponent's armor.
Although the Suzaku Camp is used to slacking off on weekdays, there are ten Golden Core monks standing there after all. In terms of cultivation alone, they are better than those of the Tianqiong Sect. Among the Tianqiong monks defending the west road, only the Golden Core monks are there.
There are five people, and there are only forty foundation-building monks. Compared with the Suzaku Battalion, they are definitely at a disadvantage. Even if the monks of Xantianyuan are skilled in cooperation, they are far behind the Tiangang Beidou Formation. Therefore, the two sides are fighting, and the battle situation is anxious.
state.
Ye Chuanyun is indeed a master of weapon refining. He has an endless stream of magic weapons in his hands. In addition to the soul-chasing sword, there is also a huge five-element green wood shield beside him. After the shield was repaired, the cracks were poured into it.
The strength of the Taibai Gold Crystal has increased, coupled with Ye Chuanyun's changes in the formation of the shield, the defensive power is not the same as when he fought the blood lion.
Ye Chuanyun's opponent was Ling Xuzi. His cultivation level had reached the middle stage of Golden Core. Although he was still one level behind Ling Xuzi, the endless array of magical weapons made up for his disadvantage. He even fought to a draw with Ling Xuzi.
Kou Hua is a monk in the middle stage of the Golden Core. It is really rare for him to block two monks in the early stage of the Golden Core by himself and still not fall behind. Although the two opponents are at the first level than him, the benefits of a flanking attack between the two are far greater.
Far greater than the difference in cultivation.
Feng Danggui was also a monk guarding the West Road. His left hand was empty and had nothing. Originally, Han Jiangyan had a way to help him recover, but he refused. Feng Danggui wanted to leave a thought to him that he would always remember.
Your own shame, always remind yourself not to be careless.