()..om At this time, Qianyin couldn't hold on any longer. She saw that the ghost next to her was panting and sweating profusely. The two of them exchanged glances while casting the spell, and came to a conclusion in their hearts...
They are ready to leave.
The Shura Sect's rules do not stipulate that you must persevere until the end when fighting an opponent. It is a deep-rooted concept in every Shura Sect disciple's heart to do whatever it takes to preserve one's own strength. Foolish loyalty will always be abandoned.
One day, someone will put a thick life-saving book like a dogma in your hand. After reading it every day, even a naturally loyal person will become more aware of the situation.
Until now, even the real owner of this fight, Wu Chang, has disappeared, so why should the two of them fight to the death? Besides, the fight just now has already shaken the fundamentals, and it may be difficult to recover without spending three to five years of training.
to peak condition.
Thinking of this, the two of them stepped up their offensive in unison, forcing the man with the whistle stick and Mo Mei to retreat continuously. This situation lasted for three breaths. The two of them withdrew their strength at the same time, their bodies glowing with luster, and they merged with their own life objects.
, fled towards the north. The speed was so fast that everyone present was astonished. The most important reason why the cultivator of the God of Transformation was not easy to fall, apart from his tyrannical methods, was that he could escape light extremely fast. Even if he couldn't be beaten, he could still run away.
Mo Mei looked at the young man holding the whistle stick and scolded softly: "I want to leave, but the girl's interest has already risen. If you don't have enough fun, I'm afraid I can't let you leave like this."
The two people were flashing with black light. With the blessing of the black phoenix and the black panther, they dragged out a long tail of light and chased towards the north.
The originally lively sky became cold, and only the lingering energy of the fierce battle that had not cooled down continued to stretch and twist, leaving the last ray of light and heat in the world, unwilling to leave the sky.
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Chen Yunsheng looked at the group of black Yin soldiers opposite, at the Tianshui City that looked dilapidated in the sun, at the city guards who were trembling with fear, thinking in his mind that his mother had been killed, his father had died tragically, and a
The originally happy family was destroyed. He thought of Gu Siqin and his son who died fighting hard, that Ye Chuanyun's body was not alive, that Han Jiangyan's body was almost insulted, and the shadows of so many Sky Sect monks appeared in his sea of consciousness one by one.
, a roar from the bottom of his heart blurted out, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Charge!" Heigu released an ice flower in the sky, and everyone in the Fierce Fire Hall shouted the word "Charge", giving birth to Megatron.
"Attack!" Zhuge Jing shouted.
"Kill!" Xue Li shouted. The Fire Guard was like a slow gear, slowly accelerating and rushing towards the opposite side. But once it gained momentum, it became unstoppable. Any enemy standing in front of the Fire Guard formation would be crushed.
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"Kill, kill, kill!" Hei Duanchang picked up three flying swords and charged forward. He would never forget this scene in his life. Even if he died on the battlefield, he would be considered a well-deserved death.
"Tear them apart!" Luo Zhiqing waved his hand coldly, and the twenty wolf demons burst into howls like landslides and earth-shattering.
The monks of the Shura Sect opposite also made some movements. They made strange buzzing sounds, and bursts of thick black smoke erupted from the black flags in their hands. Countless black ghosts could be vaguely seen swimming in the smoke. These ghost cultivators
They have not lost their fighting spirit because of the departure of the leader of the war. They are forbearing and cold, like a walking corpse, mechanically performing prescribed spells.
Two dark lines were pressing towards each other. On one side was the Fire Hall and the Tianqiong Sect, and on the other side was the Shura Sect. The two sides started a nearly hand-to-hand combat a hundred miles south of Tianshui City. The rumbling war drums mixed with the shouts of killing were heart-pounding.
The monks on both sides were like crucian carp crossing the river, moving, jumping, and rushing towards the opposite side.
The black flags of the Shura Sect are very powerful. The black wind they release can eat people's blood. A normal person will be wrapped in the black smoke and turn into withered bones without even using a stick of incense. However, the Sky Sect has many restraint methods. Cao Sanwei
Each monk is issued a long-range attack weapon, which is a simple machine crossbow. Although it is not very powerful, its speed is important. Each person has a hundred crossbow arrows, which can be fired within ten breaths, so
Speed is rare among magical weapons. He named this mechanical crossbow Zhuge Nu. The reason why he named it was because of a bet he made with Zhuge Jingyu.
Cao San insisted that his crossbow machine could fire a hundred crossbow arrows within ten breaths, but Zhuge Jingyu expressed disbelief. As a result, Cao San won. In order to remind everyone that Zhuge Jingyu had lost to him, he changed the crossbow machine's
The name was Zhuge Nu. Who would have thought that later generations would only remember the name of Zhuge Nu, but forget the weapon-refining master Cao Zijian. They thought it was Zhuge Jingyu who invented this rather simple, yet powerful, weapon.
Thousands of crossbow arrows rushed towards the Shura Sect's camp like locusts. In an instant, more than 300 Shura Sect's Yin soldiers were pierced through the body. But it did not prevent these Yin soldiers from continuing to fight. They seemed not to know the pain.
Like a puppet, he activated the magic weapon in his hand, and black dragon-like black smoke sprayed towards the Fierce Fire Hall. In an instant, thirty monks were enveloped in the black smoke. It only took three breaths before only a puff of black smoke was left.
Bones.
Zhuge Jingyu was watching the battle from a high altitude and stomped the Thunder Fire Beast under his feet. The Thunder Fire Beast that had just suffered a secret loss officially went berserk. A bolt of lightning as thick as a water tank shot out from its forehead, and at the same time it spewed out a stream of lava-like fire breath.
In just ten breaths, hundreds of Asura Sect's Yin soldiers were buried under the thunder and fire.
Most of these Yin soldiers' cultivation and Taoist skills are not high, but their number far exceeds that of the monks of Tianqiong Sect and Liehuo Hall. In addition, they have no pain and can still fight even if their arms are cut off. The two sides actually fought against each other.
Evenly matched.
From top to bottom, from left to right, there are battles everywhere for dozens of miles, with blood and bones everywhere. Such a bleak situation, the partial sunshine is excellent, the clear sky does not even have a cloud, the blue sky
Under the broad daylight, the scene was full of blood and flesh. Besides being tragic, it was still tragic.
Xue Li's claws clashed, tearing a Yin soldier into dozens of pieces. Black blood and flesh and blood filled the sky, making him feel sick. Looking back, he saw Jin Furong surrounded by three Yin soldiers, and he felt a little unable to hold on.
. He couldn't help but feel the fire rising up. Without even using the magic formula, ten fire crows appeared out of thin air and struck the bodies of the three Yin soldiers. In an instant, the flames shot up to Lao Gao, and the three Yin soldiers were caught in the flames.
gradually turned into ashes.
Jin Furong patted her heart and took a long breath. This kind of brutal fighting was beyond what she could bear. She smiled sweetly at Xue Li, and the woman hid behind him obediently, becoming like a little bird.
Of course, only then will she behave so pleasantly.
Cao San moved in the wind and kept firing arrows. His target was the Yin soldier's head. Each arrow was a sharp flash, hitting the opponent's head directly. Only by hitting the head can the opponent be completely killed.
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