Chapter 51: The War on the Deserted Island (Part 2)
() Although there are many ways for monks to sense their opponents, such as spiritual consciousness and magnetism, they are not as timely and fast as the five senses. During a battle, they are often in the critical moment. There is no time to release their spiritual thoughts to sense the surroundings. Therefore, before a large-scale battle,
In battles, or in team battles, there will always be one or two people responsible for detecting danger and notifying everyone in advance, but these monks obviously do not have such a detailed division of labor.
When the giant sword that opened the mountain swept across the monk's throat, he was still immersed in the pleasure of ambushing his prey, and a bright red sprinkled on the grass.
The offensive and defensive balance of the five was broken, and there was no suspense about victory. Chen Yunsheng had no intention of watching how the four monks were defeated one by one by Kaishan and Wildfire. He was more concerned about the battle with the Golden Core monk.
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The huge golden steel claws shone with dazzling light. The surrounding trees were shattered in the fierce battle, and the soil was turned over. From time to time, black smoke rose from not far away. It seemed that it was caused by these two people.
. The golden elixir monk opposite was breathing heavily, a long red sword fluttering around him, and his hands were trembling habitually, which was a sign of excessive spell casting.
The two stared at each other, neither of them launched the final blow, they were both waiting for the opportunity.
Chen Yunsheng didn't want to waste time. In the battle between monks, the advantages and disadvantages of the two sides often changed in a breath. He planned to help tear him apart. Thinking of this, countless black and ferocious faces appeared in mid-air, in the forest.
The wind suddenly became violent.
Black and ferocious faces attacked the golden elixir monk from all directions. This monk was also an experienced person. He felt that the wind around him was a little unusual, so he had already begun to retreat. If the head of the Wang family hadn't personally visited him this time,
He didn't want to take action at first. He had already said that he could help. If he continued to fight, he might even risk his life here.
Seeing that the black face was about to be imprinted on his body, he saw a burst of yellow light coming from the golden elixir monk's body, and he quickly escaped into the soil and fled. He felt that the direction of the other party's escape was outside the island, and Chen Yunsheng did not pursue him.
, turned around and returned to the place where Kaishan and Yehuo fought. By this time, all four monks were dead.
Looking at the mutilated corpses, he felt a sense of sadness in his heart. These people may not be all evil people, but they took a life, so why bother. The three Canglan Guards stood behind him like sculptures, waiting.
The master’s next order.
At this time, there were only scattered battles in the north. Smoke and dust came from that direction from time to time. Chen Yunsheng led three guards and rushed over quickly. Following the fluctuations of spiritual energy in his consciousness, he found the scene of the fierce battle.
Kuang Dao, Duan Liu and Ying Jian fought fiercely against three Jindan cultivators. At the same time, more than a dozen foundation-building masters continued to cast spells around them, disrupting the three people's hands and feet. Even so, on the scene, the three people actually
Don't fall behind.
The big sword in Kuang Dao's hand flew up and down, and at the same time, his body moved quickly. Every time the sword lifted off, the castless sword light left a deep knife mark on the ground. The three Jindan monks were all sword cultivators, and their sword skills were all light.
Spirit, the three flying swords appear and disappear like three swimming fishes. Although they are not very powerful, they are extremely practical. They are afraid of Kuang Dao's sword and try to avoid it if they can without colliding with his sword.
Duanliu is holding a giant axe. It looks like the number of moves is similar to that of the Crazy Knife, but it is always in a state of accumulating power, and he is not seen taking action. The figure in the shadow is like a burst of green smoke, floating here and there, just attracting
The opponent attacked but showed no sign of taking action.
Seeing that the three puppets were not defeated, Chen Yunsheng simply hid behind the big tree and carefully watched the three people's fighting styles. He was very curious as to why Duanliu and Yingjian didn't take action.
The light on the great ax of broken flow has been growing, and its power has been accumulating. It is not that the three monks on the opposite side have not noticed this hidden danger, but the crazy sword moves are so fierce that they seem to have endless spiritual energy, and they are not given to them at all.
Opportunity to be close to outage.
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Among the three monks, a middle-aged monk suddenly retreated to the back. The two monks in front blocked him from the snow-like blade light of the crazy sword. For a moment, the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing was like rain hitting a silver vase, and two flying swords
The color of their faces suddenly dimmed a lot. However, these two monks were quite solid in their sword techniques, and even though they were at a disadvantage, they had no flaws.
The middle-aged monk twirled his fingers and formed a seal in front of his heart. A magic formula that Chen Yunsheng was very familiar with came into view.
"Woodfa, ghost withered vine"
This spell is a large-scale group attack method, which is often used when teams compete. Chen Yunsheng knows the opponent's idea very well, that is, he must break the accumulated energy of the flow. The dozen or so foundation-building monks behind him also lost no time in releasing the spell.
Ice arrows. However, these monks' Taoism is shallow and the ice arrows are not very powerful, so they were all blocked by Yingjian. There seemed to be a huge suction cup between Yingjian's hands, sucking all the ice picks and ice arrows into it.
Just when the middle-aged monk was about to complete the last mudra, Ying Jian opened his palms towards him. There were two spiral lines in his palms, from which two frost-white ice arrows spurted out, like two horses, stabbing each other.
It rushed toward his eyebrows. At this time, the Kuangdao's sword turned into a blade of light and slashed down hard, leaving the two monks in front with no time to protect themselves from the ice arrows.
Faced with the danger of the spray, the middle-aged monk had to give up casting spells, manipulate the magic weapon, and fly towards the ice arrow. In an instant, ice shards flew across the sky, and the flying sword broke through the ice. Although it broke the attack of Ying Jian,
But the spell also came to an abrupt end.
The middle-aged monk sighed in annoyance, but before he could form the seal again, colorful patterns lit up on Duanliu's giant Xuanhua ax, and a dense cold air seeped out, as if the heat between heaven and earth had been drained, and even
Chen Yunsheng in the distance couldn't help but shudder.
A dazzling white light slashed across the sky and the earth. The impact of pure energy and the huge white light did not allow the opponent to resist. All the woods within fifty feet in front were destroyed, and the water vapor in the air condensed into tiny ice.
The grains fell, and the ground was instantly covered with a layer of white. The white light seemed to have not yet released its raging energy, roaring along the due north direction and cutting into the vast sea.
Chen Yunsheng had been wondering before, how could a Xuanhua ax cut off the endless river. Now everything became clear. The sea water froze instantly, retaining the shape of the sword when it entered the sea, and a huge crack appeared in the
In the sea, it was as if time had stood still.
“Even the sea can be cut open, let alone rivers!”
With one slash, the other three monks didn't even leave ashes behind. Even the Nascent Soul monks may not be able to display this kind of domineering power. But gradually, the light in Duanliu's eyes gradually dimmed, and there was a subtle cracking sound.
Emitting from his chest, his body was like a sculpture, motionless and lifeless.
Chen Yunsheng secretly thought that it was not good, he must have run out of spirit stones. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but frown. In order to drive these puppets, he had exhausted all the high-grade spirit stones in his body. This trick was good, but it was slow.
The consumption of spiritual stones is too large.
All the battles were over. Chen Yunsheng sent seven Canglan Guards to clean the battlefield, cremate the corpses on the spot, and collect all the magical weapons he carried with him. From the storage rings of these monks, he found many practical magical weapons and weapons.
Spiritual stones, this also solves the dilemma of lack of spiritual stones on the island.
A total of four Jindan monks and thirty low-level monks were killed in the battle that lasted less than an hour. Looking at his hands, Chen Yunsheng became silent.
"They died unjustly. Not everyone is a bad person." Xiaoyun said calmly.
Chen Yunsheng glanced at her, approving in his heart, but his tone was calm, "It's a good thing that you can feel compassion. God has given monks so many things. If this kind of power is not restricted, sooner or later such a scene will occur.
Therefore, compassion and restraint are the first lessons for practitioners to learn the Tao. Sadly, these are also the things that people forget the fastest."
"Master said that." Xiaoyun has become accustomed to calling this monk, who is not much older than herself, master.
"There are two Jindan monks in the Wang family, but five of them came today. Except for the one who escaped, all four of them died on the island. I guess they will have disappeared for a while. You can go and fetch your brother.
As I said before, if he is not suitable for Taoism, there is no way I can accept him."
Xiaoyun nodded and thanked her. She had never met a master who was so easy to talk to. Filled with gratitude, the girl set off on her way home.
During the days when the girl was away, Chen Yunsheng gathered together the magical artifacts he had collected. These magical artifacts were made of different materials, mainly metal. Looking at the chaotic luster all over the floor, he suddenly had a bold idea to collect them.
All these magic weapons are melted and made into magic weapons used in the magic circle.
Chen Yunsheng has his own ideas. In this fierce battle, he deeply damaged a cultivating family. The island is no longer a hidden existence. Although his opponent has disappeared now, there is no guarantee that he will not come to seek revenge one day in the future. He will not
You may be in a tight defensive state all the time, so your practice will naturally be wasted.
It is not difficult for Chen Yunsheng to use these magic weapons to turn the island into a battlefield full of magic circles. As long as he has enough time and materials, there is no shortage of both of these things now.
On the morning of the third day, Xiaoyun came back with the flying magic weapon. Behind her was a little fat man who looked to be less than ten years old. He had baby fat on his face and pink lips. He was really cute. At first glance, Chen Yunsheng saw the little fat man.
The fat man couldn't help but smile. After all, he was still young and still had a childlike innocence.
Xiaoyun came to Chen Yunsheng, lifted up her clothes and knelt down, and at the same time pulled the little fat boy. The little boy glanced at Chen Yunsheng in confusion, followed his sister and knelt down, calling Master vaguely.
Chen Yunsheng helped them up, touched the boy's head, and said softly: "What's your name?"
"Yi Xiaohu." After saying that, he looked at Chen Yunsheng with a cute expression.