Cries, shouts, and roars came in an endless stream, resounding throughout this mountain range that stretches for hundreds of miles. Although there are many monks in the five sects of Tianqiong, although their absolute combat power is strong, the right time, place, and people do not have an advantage. Therefore, the situation
There was a one-sided development. Groups of monks from the Sky Vault sects rushed around like flies, trying to find their opponents, but found that they were just a group of ghosts. Only when you slack off will the claws of death emerge from the dense forest.
Someone shouted "Fly to the sky!"
"Fly to the sky quickly!"
These monks, who had been tortured enough for two pillars of incense, suddenly realized that although the target became obvious when they flew into the sky, the opponent must be in the light if they wanted to attack, so they could be more or less targeted.
Rays of light rose hastily from the dense forest, forming a chaotic formation, like a loose ball of fireflies. The number of monks increased, and finally grew to thousands. The attack of the lions suddenly stopped
Stop, those ghosts in the dark night seemed to disappear in an instant. This team of thousands of monks no longer dared to fall into the forest, nor did they dare to return to the sect without receiving an order to retreat, so they hung in the sky.
With.
Chen Yunsheng stood on the Chuan Yun Boat and looked down at the Listening to the Wind Valley. It was so quiet in the valley that even the chirping of autumn insects could not be heard. The few monks who occasionally patrolled back and forth were just building foundations and cultivation, and their spirits were waning, as if they were not there.
It seems like I got enough sleep.
Behind him, Canglan's sword was unsheathed and his bow was strung, ready to attack. Cao Zijian's hundred black armors were hidden in the jungle outside the valley. These black armors did not breathe, and their bodies could maintain one posture for a long time, which was the most suitable
Latent.
Behind the black armor were hundreds of monks from the Tianqiong Sect. The monks under the Four Guards of Fenglinhuoshan were all in high spirits. Many of them had witnessed the melee outside Tianshui City. Naturally, they did not take things like the surprise attack on Fenggu to heart.
Everyone is surprisingly calm.
Chen Yunsheng did not issue an order to attack. He was waiting for the best moment to attack. For monks, most people will enter a deep state of trance when they are ugly. At this time, an attack can catch the opponent off guard.[
The monks in Tingfeng Valley didn't seem to realize that there was a sharp sword hanging high above their heads.
An unusual and desperate fight was going on in the Wolf Valley not far from here. Dozens of flying swords with cold light were spinning rapidly around Luo Zhenshan, and a shrill sound broke through the air. Next to him were several Golden Core cultivators.
The magic weapons in their hands also shone with cold light, and everyone surrounded a tall wolf demon who was completely covered in blood. His long gray hair was soaked with blood and clung to his body wetly. There were traces of blood on his broken leather armor.
There were several scars, the skin and flesh were turned outwards, and blood flowed out, which looked shocking.
Luo Zhenshan wiped the sweat from his forehead, and unknowingly left a trace of bright red on his forehead, which was the blood of an unknown wolf demon. He panted heavily, with a trace of madness flashing in his eyes, and growled: "White Fang, surrender
Well, if you commit suicide, leave your body intact."
White Ya's eyes glowed green, his legs were on the ground, leaving spider web-like cracks on the ground, and his body rushed towards Luo Zhenshan like an arrow from a string.
The three golden elixir cultivators beside Luo Zhenshan suddenly took action, and the magic weapons in their hands emitted a dazzling light and struck White Fang with the golden wind.
White Fang's claws were sharp, blocking the two magic weapons, and blocked the two magic weapons. The continuous magic weapon shot deeply into the soil, and the ground shook slightly. The third magic weapon made a strange line.
The arc roared and hit White Fang's left arm. As a piece of flesh was smashed, the magic weapon flew back to the third monk.
He was a little proud of the successful attack, but he didn't expect that Bai Ya, who was originally rushing towards Luo Zhenshan, struggled hard in the air, and actually rushed straight towards the golden elixir monk.
Luo Zhenshan waved his hand and dozens of flying swords roared out. He shouted "Be careful!"
White Fang's desperate blow was so fast that the huge claw light instantly grew in size, about ten feet long, emitting a faint green light. The claw light fell on the golden elixir monk and tore him into five pieces.
, blood and organs fell to the ground.
Bai Ya waved his hand and threw the severed limbs and arms towards the roaring flying sword. Luo Zhenshan frowned and failed to retract the sword. The remaining limbs were chopped into finer pieces, and the flying sword was stained with his own blood.
, which made Luo Zhenshan quite annoyed.
White Fang bit into a bloody corpse fragment, chewed it a few times and swallowed it. The wound on his arm slowly healed.
Luo Zhenshan roared and rushed forward, his spiritual thoughts swept through Naxu Ring, and ten golden talismans floated in the air. He struck out with a palm, and the ten talismans flew towards Bai Ya as if they were alive.
White Fang inserted his hands into the ground, lifted up a large piece of soil and threw it at the ten talismans. The talismans exploded the moment they touched the soil. The power of the medium-grade explosive talisman was extremely powerful. A mushroom-shaped orange-red light group instantly surged over the Wolf Valley.
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Violent shock waves washed away the Wolf Valley, and the dry and hot wind quickly ignited the dry thorns, turning this barren land into a sea of fire. Luo Zhenshan's few strands of hair were tangled, giving off a burnt smell. Ignoring the heat wave, he used
The flying sword cut through the wall of fire and rushed into the sea of fire.
Suddenly there was a violent vibration under his feet. White Fang tore open the soil and emerged from under his feet. The shadow of a wolf condensed behind him, but his target of attack was not Luo Zhenshan, but the Golden Core cultivator on the side.
His speed was extremely fast, and the golden elixir monk only paid attention to the flames that covered the sky, and was not aware of the sudden danger at all.[
White Fang's claws quickly inserted into his chest, and a bloody heart was in his hand. White Fang opened his mouth hanging with meat, and put the heart in his mouth, with a trace of satisfaction and greed in his eyes.
Luo Zhenshan's eyes were about to burst, and he was holding spells one after another. The red fire crows rushed towards White Ya quickly, and exploded beside him. One of White Ya's arms was instantly engulfed in flames.
The old wolf roared and rushed forward with flames all over his body. The target was not Luo Zhenshan but the last Jindan monk who participated in the siege.
White Ya's purpose at this time was very clear. He could kill a monk from Listening to the Wind Valley. He was a middle-grade Nascent Soul wolf demon. His speed and physical strength were much greater than those of human monks. Before the golden elixir monk could react, he was killed.
His flaming right arm grabbed his neck, and his whole body screamed and was swallowed up by the flames, turning into scorched earth.
Luo Zhenshan was about to go crazy. He raised his hands high and issued an attack order to the more than two hundred foundation-building monks outside the Wolf Valley. The wind direction in the valley changed as many monks rushed in, and the flames were like monsters with teeth and claws.
Keep licking the dry thorns.
The two hundred monks held hard crossbows about a foot long in their hands. They started shooting when they were still a few miles away from the wolf demon. The crossbow arrows hit the wind, and holes the size of eggs were revealed in the flames.
It's a very artistic moment.
Although these crossbow arrows are not as good as the Hanxing Crossbow that shocked Qingzhou back then, nor the Thunderbolt Crossbow of the Tianqiong Sect, they are faster and more powerful than ordinary flying sword magic weapons, and are comparable to the flying sword magic weapons of ordinary Jinda monks.
Two hundred golden elixir monks shot their natal flying swords towards the valley. This kind of power could not be ignored even by the top monks in the cultivation of gods, not to mention that there were only a few scarred transformed wolf monsters in the Evil Wolf Valley.
The rain of arrows hit the area where several wolf demons were fighting evenly. In an instant, three wolf demons were shot into blood gourds, and one wolf demon was nailed to the mountain rock by the huge impact of the crossbow arrows.
His eyes were staring straight ahead, as if he had too much reluctance.
Luo Zhiqing was severely knocked away by his father and dodged three crossbow arrows shot at his side, while Bai Ya was firmly nailed with three arrows.
The Feixin in Luo Zhiqing's hand swept across the arrow handle, and the three crossbow arrows broke immediately. He rushed to Bai Ya and took out the three arrows. The arrows had a three-edged undercut, and a large piece was torn off when he pulled them out.
The wounds on White Fang's skin and flesh were even bigger. The blood was flowing like a fountain.
There were tears rolling in Luo Zhiqing's eyes. Although he had the consciousness of death, he was still stunned by the final tragedy. Those crossbow arrows also injured two Jindan monks from Tingfeng Valley, but their injuries were not serious.
Bai Ya held Luo Zhiqing in his arms, patted his head hard, and reprimanded: "Are you still a child? What's the use of crying? We Canglang clan only bleed, not shed tears, keep the tears
Give it to your rivals and kill them, my son!"
Luo Zhiqing nodded firmly, the Scarlet Heart Sword in his hand glowed brightly, and he rushed towards the group of foundation-building monks who were preparing for the second round of shooting.
Zhang Mingyuan didn't drink too much. For some reason tonight, he always felt a kind of uneasiness lingering in his heart, but he couldn't explain why. His two apprentices had already gone back to his residence to sleep. He came to the outside of the cave alone and looked at the
The dark sky.
"Tonight is the key day to ambush the lion demon."
Zhang Mingyuan knew that this incident was entirely due to his cultivation. With his qualifications and cultivation in Tingfeng Valley, he should have participated in the battle to ambush the lion clan. But his lazy personality made him wait for several Nascent Souls in Tingfeng Valley.
The monk's image was greatly damaged. No one wanted a drunkard to go to the battlefield, so he was forced to stay in the valley.
Zhang Mingyuan did not feel ashamed, but felt proud, sighing and walking towards the mouth of the valley. The leader did not let him go to the battlefield because he wished for it. At this time, he wanted to go to the mountain in person to reserve wine for next month.
.At this moment, dozens of dim lights suddenly appeared in the sky, and the sound of the light breaking through the sky was very small, like the rustling sound of autumn rain.
"Enemy attack!"
A terrible thought came to his mind. Zhang Mingyuan didn't even think about it, he took up the escape light and rushed towards the defense center of Tingfeng Valley, an ancient castle, where the few remaining elites of Tingfeng Valley were stationed and controlled.
The opening of several large-scale defense mechanisms.
When he rushed into the building known as the military base of Listening to the Wind Valley, he was stunned by what he saw.