Zhang Mingyuan was stunned. He didn't expect that at this critical moment, Luo Zhenshan would still insist on ordering the attack on Wolf Valley. If he went back early, he would have hope that he would be able to save several fellow disciples who were exposed to the enemy's sword. If he went back later, he would be able to save a few fellow disciples who were exposed to the enemy's sword.
If you score one point, there is a risk that you will lose several of your companions who get along day and night. He does not need to explain this truth.
He shouted loudly, but no one paid attention. The monks in Fenggu went crazy under Luo Zhenshan's instigation. They were like wild beasts with red eyes, breathing heavily and rushing towards the Wolf Valley with their escaping light.
, rushed towards Bai Ya and Luo Zhiqing.
In the Wolf Valley, father and son relied on each other. Looking at the monks from Tingfeng Valley who were gradually approaching, White Fang laughed miserably and said, "Son, are you afraid? I'm afraid we will die on this land today."
"When I chose this barren land, I had the consciousness that I must die. People will die eventually. There is no difference between dying a few years early and living a few years in vain." Luo Zhiqing said calmly.
White Fang looked up to the sky and howled, his voice filled with infinite desolation and sadness. He pointed at the monks in Listening to the Wind Valley and said, "Since they won't let us live, let's bury a few more with them."
After saying that, he suddenly stood up, the light on his body surged, and a phantom of a gray wolf was about several feet tall. There was a bone spur in Bai Ya's hand, about a foot long, emitting a layer of cyan electric light. His hands
On the ground, he rushed in front of a foundation-building monk in an instant. The bone spur stabbed directly from the monk's heavenly spirit and penetrated through the chin. He turned around and kicked the corpse towards a man who was controlling the magic weapon.
At the same time, his own monk threw out the bone spurs and stabbed a golden elixir monk.
The flying sword in the monk's hand was thrown out, the brilliance flashed, and it collided with the bone spurs, sending out a cloud of sparks. White Fang had already approached another foundation-building monk, and the claws on his hand surged, piercing through
The blood from the man's heart was dripping down his arms and running down his body.
Luo Zhenshan roared loudly, and stabbed Bai Ya with a hundred flaming swords. The sword was still several feet away from the opponent, and the scorching heat wave already made people's skin scorched.
Bai Ya pulled out his claws from the monk's body and fled to the sky quickly, but the speed was still a little slow. Luo Zhenshan's flying sword stabbed his legs. Two transparent holes the size of goose eggs were instantly left in his legs.
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Enduring the severe pain, White Fang pinched an ancient magic formula on his hand. The blood and essence in his body boiled instantly. The wolf behind him turned into blood, and a layer of blood spread around his body.
Luo Zhenshan shouted loudly, and stabbed Bai Ya with a hundred flaming flying swords. At the same time, he used all the magic techniques in his hands, and a hundred fire crows emitted bright yellow light. The Foundation Establishment monks and Golden Pill monks naturally circled around
Here, in order to avoid further casualties, they chose the weaker Luo Zhiqing.
White Fang waved his hand, and the layer of blood light flourished, naturally forming a layer of blood-colored shield in front of him. The flying sword and the fire crow hit the shield, and a bright light flashed out, which was countless ancient times.
Obscure runes shine within it.
"Blood sacrifice!"
Luo Zhenshan reminded himself that this is an ancient code unique to the Canglang clan, which burns blood to increase combat effectiveness.
White Ya let out an indistinct roar, turned into a ball of blood and rushed towards Luo Zhenshan at an extremely fast speed, three minutes faster than the flying swords flowing around him.
Luo Zhenshan threw out a piece of talismans, and these talismans naturally floated in the air, flashing faint light. When Bai Ya's body passed around the talisman, the talisman burst out with a strong light, and then exploded, Bai Ya's body
It was momentarily obscured by the intense light.
Luo Zhenshan squinted his eyes and looked ahead. The opponent was definitely suspicious. As long as he was a human, no matter how many spells he added to his body, he could not withstand the continuous attacks of the middle-grade Explosive Flame Talisman.
But he was wrong. White Fang was not a human being, but a wolf monster with overbearing recovery abilities. When he burned his blood essence to release huge energy, his terrifying recovery abilities also increased to the extreme.
A thick arm stretched out from the light, and the claws on its five fingers pierced Luo Zhenshan's chest, breaking open his breastplate and leaving five deep scars on his chest. Blood spurted out, which was shocking.
Luo Zhenshan was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped back three feet, only to see White Fang flying out of the bursting flames. There was not a single piece of intact skin on his body. His naked muscles were red, and there were holes between them.
The white tendons and blood were constantly seeping out of the muscles. The Explosive Flame Talisman just now injured him, but it was not fatal.
Luo Zhiqing used the Scarlet Heart Sword to kill a foundation-building monk, but was stabbed behind him by the flying sword of a golden elixir monk. He inherited the recovery ability from the wolf clan, but he was injured too much tonight, and this sword left behind
The scars underneath have yet to heal.
"Father!"
Luo Zhiqing shouted, trying to rush towards White Ya, but was blocked by two golden elixir monks. The flying swords they swung stabbed his sides, tearing off two pieces of flesh and blood, but they were unable to stop Luo Zhiqing.
Bai Ya turned a deaf ear to Luo Zhiqing's call, and rushed towards Luo Zhenshan like crazy. Luo Zhenshan frantically injected spiritual energy into the flaming sword, and a hundred flying swords gathered together to form a huge flying sword, facing Bai Ya
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The white fangs and claws were raised high and intertwined, blocking the huge flaming sword that fell from the sky. His body was instantly knocked to the ground. The flaming sword was extremely powerful, and the flames burned on his body.
He stood, but could not lower White Fang's high head.
Luo Zhenshan poured almost all his spiritual energy into the flaming sword. The huge flying sword flashed with dazzling light spots and forcefully pressed White Fang into the ground by half a foot.
At this time, two foundation-building monks used their flying swords to stab Bai Ya's body, but were blocked by the layer of red light. Their eyes turned red, and they rushed forward with flying swords in their hands, moving forward hugely.
The momentum, coupled with the fact that nearly their whole bodies of spiritual energy were poured into the flying swords, allowed them to pierce through the layer of blood on White Fang's body that had weakened a lot. The two swords crisscrossed and pierced White Fang's ribs.
, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The two monks were ignited by the flames on Luo Zhenshan's flying sword and turned into two burning corpses.
"Father!"
Luo Zhiqing roared, but he couldn't rush over. He was hit by five swords and was surrounded by many monks. Although the desperate attacks made it possible for him to die for a while, he couldn't save his father.
Luo Zhenshan yelled, "Go to hell!"
The giant sword split White Fang in half with a fierce roar, and the body was instantly enveloped in flames and burned into a layer of white powder.
The autumn wind blew through, blowing the powder to every corner of the Wolf Valley.
Luo Zhiqing felt his eyes blurred for a while. The loss of blood, severe pain, and the grief of losing a loved one made him lose consciousness and collapsed on the ground.
Luo Zhenshan put away the flying sword and gasped for air. This battle was not easy. The monks from Fenggu shouted and surrounded him. They raised their swords and were about to divide the corpse, but Luo Zhenshan stopped him. People looked at the bearded man suspiciously.
The gray old man didn't know what was going on.
Luo Zhenshan said hoarsely: "Killing him like this is too easy for him. Prepare two tree trunks, tie them in a cross shape, nail the beast to the trunks, bring it back to Tingfeng Valley to show to the public, peel it off and stuff it, and then show off your fighting spirit.
Hall."
Luo Zhiqing was carried to the cross-shaped tree trunk, and two broken flying sword instruments were nailed to the wood through his wrists and feet.
After witnessing this extremely bloody battle, Zhang Mingyuan remained silent. He somewhat understood why Luo Zhenshan had to risk such a high cost to annihilate the opponent before sending troops to rescue him, because the hatred between the two parties had penetrated deep into his bones.
Four monks carried Luo Zhiqing onto a flying boat. Luo Zhenshan wiped the sweat from his face and frowned slightly before feeling the burning pain from the five scars on his chest.
He glanced at Zhang Mingyuan and said coldly: "I believe you don't need me to teach you what to say when you see the leader when you go back."
Zhang Mingyuan was stunned and licked his chapped lips. His thinking seemed to have stopped. After a long time, he nodded blankly.
Luo Zhenshan snorted coldly and said: "In the future, if you know better, if you do anything to regret the brothers who died today, I will not let you go."
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Chen Yunsheng looked anxiously at the sky in the southwest. The sky was full of morning glow, but there was not a single ray of light. This was different from the result he predicted. According to the established plan, Luo Zhenshan, who was besieging the Wolf Valley, should quickly return to help. Evil Wolf Valley
One party is at an absolute disadvantage and will not take the initiative to delay Luo Zhenshan. If he fails to come, there will only be one outcome: Luo Zhenshan gives up Tingfeng Valley.
This result was unexpected for him. It was hard to imagine that a monk could give up his home and family in order to kill his enemies. He couldn't do this, but he didn't expect that Luo Zhenshan could do it.
Cao San stood in the morning sun for a long time with the remaining seventy or so black armors. He said impatiently: "How long do we have to wait? I don't think it makes sense to wait here. After all, the monk has already listened to
News of the attack on Wind Valley was told to the monks besieging Wolf Valley."
Chen Yunsheng stared at the shining Naxu Rings in Cao San's hands and said, "You have made a lot of money on this trip, will you die if you wait a little longer?"
Cao San "touched" the rings on his hand. Feeling a little unreasonable, he ran into the woods alone to check the plundered strategic resources.
At this time, Jiang Xueqin and Ye Sihan returned from cleaning the battlefield with Feng Wei and Lin Wei. The two were dusty, and the monks behind them also had dusty faces. It was obvious that the battle last night was fierce. Although Tingfeng Valley did not organize an effective defense, but
Unable to cope with the large number of people, Feng Wei and Lin Wei were responsible for supporting the two wings during last night's battle. After the large-scale disturbance last night, many people had a look of sleepiness on their faces.
Jiang Xueqin came to Chen Yunsheng and said: "Feng Wei and Lin Wei lost a total of fifteen monks last night. They were all buried in coffins and were to be transported back to Taibai Peak. After an investigation, fifty-three monks from Fenggu were killed in the attack last night.
He injured more than 600 people. Most of these people’s Taoist foundations were destroyed and they are unable to practice the Dharma in this life.”
Chen Yunsheng noticed that Jiang Xueqin's voice lowered when she said the last sentence. He met the woman's dim gaze and said: "If Hua Jianyuan attacked Taibai Peak, I believe he would not be so merciful. The fifty-three people
Most of them are those who are stubborn and resisting. Just kill them. You can't watch them kill our people."
Jiang Xueqin remained silent, expressing her agreement with Chen Yunsheng's words through actions.