Chapter Eighteen: The Autumn Wind Enters the Valley, Heaven and Earth Mourn
Some of the monks in the world focus on spells, and some focus on physical skills, which is the ability to slash people with swords. Most of the monks who focus on physical skills will strengthen their body training, and have several attack methods with huge attack power. They specialize in close range.
If you fight with your body, most of the time you can kill with one blow. The Xiang brothers are such monks.
The hundreds of years of tranquility in Xiongping Ridge was broken. Xiongping, who had been nourished by this land for hundreds of years, found that two extremely difficult people had taken over one-third of an acre of his land and set fire to them without saying a word.
, and even killed his own clansmen at will. This kind of thing is really a shame and a great humiliation for Xiong Zhu, who is used to bullying other clans.
One by one, the half-transformed furbolgs with blood-red eyes roared and rushed towards the Xiang brothers, forming a tight encirclement above, below and around them. The Xiang brothers' armor was stained with blood, and each of them held two huge
The iron rod lifted up the shadow on the side, protecting his body from the wind and rain.
Although the two of them were Earth Immortals, they couldn't handle the large number of people on the other side. Just these ten or so transformed furbolgs would take all of Xiang Zhu's energy, and the remaining one hundred or so half-transformed monsters still looked like bear bears.
Enough for Xiang Yang to drink a pot.
Two earthly immortals who only knew how to practice in their lives encountered the greatest danger in their lives. They were surrounded by these bear monsters and engaged in an endless bloody battle. They fought from the air to the ground, from the top of the mountain to the valley.
Naturally, there were heavy casualties, and the Xiang brothers also had many wounds on their fronts and backs.
Xiang Yang gasped and fended off a fierce blow from the furbolg. He felt his arms tremble slightly, which was the result of excessive exertion.
"Brother, I'm afraid we're going to die." Xiang Yang wiped away the sweat, but left a trace of blood on his face. He didn't know whether the blood was the other person's or his own.
Xiang Zhu roared and hit a giant bear ten feet away. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes and he said: "Brother, don't say discouragement. We still have to go back to the mountain to practice and become the Taiyi Golden Immortal to dominate the Cathays."
Woolen cloth."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Yang was hit in the back by a half-shaped furbolg. His body quickly hit a rock. When Xiang Zhu reacted, he was entangled by two transformed furbolgs. There was nothing he could do.
To rescue his brother, he watched helplessly as Xiang Yang's head hit the rock.[
Xiang Yang has practiced the Qingtian Divine Art to the ninth level, and his body is as solid as a rock when operating the magical technique. However, this technique consumes a lot of spiritual energy. After fighting until now, he can't wait to use all his spiritual energy on attacking. How can he think about it?
The magic formula for operating this defense.
Blood flowed out from Xiang Yang's forehead in an instant. The Xiang brothers had never thought that an Earth Immortal could be beaten so badly. Xiang Yang struggled to stand up, urged the iron rod in his hand, and smashed two
Bear's head.
There was a look of despair on his face, and he shouted in the direction of Xiang Yang: "Brother, I can no longer practice with you, you must live."
After saying that, he bit the tip of his tongue and slapped his Heavenly Spirit with both hands. Xiang Yang's Heavenly Spirit was like a piece of glass, shattered by his own hands. A ray of light burst out from his Heavenly Spirit, and Xiang Yang's body suddenly
It expanded several times and turned into a giant about ten feet tall. He swung the iron rod that also grew in size, used the huge force on the side, smashed the layers of siege by the bears, and tore it apart from the north.
A hole.
Xiang Zhu's face was full of grief and anger, he performed a magic spell, and his body turned into a firefly and rushed out through the man's defensive opening. Dozens of rays of light instantly surged behind him, and the transformed furbolgs chased after him.
After all this tossing, most of the spiritual energy in Xiang Zhu's body had been consumed. He did not dare to stop any longer and flew towards the road he came from. As he flew, he looked back at Xiong Ling, watching his brother being killed after a life-threatening blow.
The bears were torn into pieces, and his tears were dried by the wind.
After all, Xiang Zhu is an Earth Immortal, and he managed to throw the Furbolgs away in a short time. After this battle, Xiang Zhu understood a truth. There are too many dangerous things in this world, and even the possibility of the Earth Immortal being abused is very high.
big.
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Listening to the wind, the wind in the valley was very strong. The wind blowing from the west penetrated the entire valley. The wind was like a knife, beating on the ruins, making a low moan, like the sound of a woman crying.
When Hua Jianyuan rushed to Tingfeng Valley, the place had already been cleaned up by Luo Zhenshan, who had arrived earlier, but the scorched earth in his eyes still gave him great stimulation. This god-turned-celestial being actually lifted up a hill outside the entrance of the valley to the west.
Half of it.
The heads of the Tianqiong sects did two things when they saw this situation. The first was to quickly send people to investigate whether their sect was being attacked. The second was to remain silent. No one dared to leave at this time, and no one dared to leave at this time.
nonsense.
The autumn wind blew through Hua Jianyuan's robe, and he swore in the wind. His old voice was like a dry vine, without any moisture at all.
"Prepare all the monks. The all-out war has begun. We will settle the accounts with the Tianqiong Sect. I will sprinkle their blood in Tingfeng Valley and make them pay for what happened today."
Luo Zhenshan stood aside respectfully and whispered: "Fortunately, we have destroyed the Wolf Valley, otherwise we would have been attacked from both sides."
Hua Jianyuan snorted coldly: "Wolf Valley is also worthy of being my enemy. They have been disabled long ago. The only reason to keep them is to let them suffer enough fearful torture before they die. Tell me, White Fang
Dead?"[
"I can't die any more." There was a hint of joy in Luo Zhenshan's voice.
"Is there anyone alive in the Evil Wolf Valley?" Hua Jianyuan asked.
"Luo Zhiqing was caught." Luo Zhenshan said slowly.
"Why not kill them? Renegades don't need mercy." Hua Jianyuan's voice was as cold as ice.
"My disciple originally wanted to skin him, fill it with grass, and put it on display in the Zhanyi Hall to show the power of the Hong sect, but it's a pity..." Luo Zhenshan's voice deepened.
"It's a pity that Tingfeng Valley was destroyed, right? That day you were besieged in the Evil Wolf Valley, which was only a thousand miles away from Tingfeng Valley. The person who reported the news was Zhang Mingyuan. His Purple Lightning Escape is famous for its speed. It's hard for anyone under Nascent Soul to escape.
Even if you can match it, I don’t understand why you were a step too late in the end?”
Hua Jianyuan's eyes swept across Luo Zhenshan like lightning and rested on his cheek, making Luo Zhenshan feel guilty. He forced himself to calm down and said: "Zhenshan was entangled by the wolf demon at that time and was in a bitter battle. If he retreated suddenly, he would suffer heavy losses.
I simply annihilated the wolf demon in one fell swoop and then returned to Tingfeng Valley to aid, but unexpectedly the war here was over. Zhang Mingyuan can vouch for this."
Hua Jianyuan looked at Zhang Mingyuan who was bowing his head and said nothing, and asked doubtfully: "Mingyuan, you are the most upright person. Is what happened that night really what Zhenshan said?"
Zhang Mingyang was far from being able to ask Patriarch Hua to get to the bottom of it. He was dumbfounded for a moment and didn't know how to deal with it. It took him a long time to squeeze out two words, "Yes." His voice was as small as a mosquito.
Hua Jianyuan shook his head gently, tossed his sleeves and left. Luo Zhenshan glared at Zhang Mingyuan with a trace of reproach in his eyes, and left, leaving Zhang Mingyuan alone and facing the autumn wind.
It took Hua Jianyuan a long time to prepare the manpower to attack Taibai Peak. Attacking Taibai Peak was far from as simple as ambush at Huitian Ridge. It involved the deployment of a lot of strategic materials. After all, the opponent was in the open, and the attacker was probably at a disadvantage.
Three days later, reports from the rear of the Tianqiong sects arrived one after another. After receiving the news that the sects were in peace, the leaders of the other sects breathed a sigh of relief, but this news was not good news for the top leaders of Tingfeng Valley.
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Although most of Tingfeng Valley's backbone combat capabilities have been successfully retained, their hometown has been raided. This kind of loss is long-lasting and will definitely hinder future development. This is something Hua Jianyuan does not want to see.
On the fourth day, just as people were preparing to set off, Xiang Zhu, the head of the Optimus Sect, came to Tingfeng Valley in disheveled clothes. You could tell what had happened from his embarrassed appearance. After Hua Jianyuan briefly comforted him,
, ordered him to lead his monks to go to Taibai Peak for revenge, Xiang Zhu happily accepted the order. What he was worried about was just to calm down the trouble in Ting Feng Gu, after all, it would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey to strangle the opponent with his own strength.
In order for Xiang Zhu to recover, many monks entrenched in Tingfeng Valley waited for another day. At dawn on the fifth day, everyone drove their respective flying magic weapons to the Taibai Peak.
This mighty army of three thousand monks did not fly very fast. It only covered a thousand miles on the first day. Tingfeng Valley and Taibai Peak were thousands of miles apart, even if they flew
No matter how fast you go, you can still send out information that is hidden from the other party, so you simply walk slowly.
The monks from various sects in Tianqiong camped in the forest. The monks were used to eating the wind and drinking the dew, so they did not feel hard. Under the moon, beside the rocks, many monks sat in groups of twos and threes, chatting about the secrets of their respective sects.
Xin, exchanged various difficult problems encountered in practice. This alliance of the five sects actually broke the conventional boundaries between the sects, allowing many people to meet their close friends and open their eyes.
Zhang Mingyuan has seemed to have lost his soul since he returned from the Wolf Valley. He seldom talks and doesn't even drink a drop of wine. He doesn't have many friends in Listening to the Wind Valley, but his two apprentices feel quite distressed in their eyes.
Fa'er tried to please Master, but it was all in vain.
He was staring at the bright moon in a daze, but his heart felt like a pot was boiling. His consciousness seemed to be divided into two. On one side were the monks fighting in the Wolf Valley and Luo Zhenshan's threatening eyes, on the other side were fellow disciples from Tingfeng Valley who died tragically in the fire, and
Those five hundred disciples of Tingfeng Valley who had their Taoist foundations abolished and turned into mortals.
The two forces fought fiercely in his mind, and Zhang Mingyuan suffered deeply. On the one hand, he deeply blamed himself for lying, as if the tragedy in Fenggu was caused by him. On the other hand,
The deep-seated hatred between the two sides in the Wolf Valley prevented him from telling the truth.
After wandering in the forest for a while, he found that the entanglement in his heart was getting stronger and stronger. He yelled into the dark forest: "Chen Yunsheng, why did you attack Tingfeng Valley at night? It is in vain that I, Lao Zhang, regarded you as a friend!"
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After roaring, he felt strange. After all, Tingfeng Gu wanted to plot against the Suanni tribe. Even if Chen Yunsheng introduced the lion tribe into the Tianqiong Mountains and the factions had their differences, they would not have fought each other without saying a word. In this matter
What Shang Ting Feng Gu did was somewhat wrong.
"Lao Zhang, when did you become so nasty!"
Zhang Mingyuan finally thought clearly after thinking about it, and after roaring, he walked towards the central camp of Tingfeng Valley. He wanted to tell everything about what happened that night, even if Luo Zhenshan refused, and even if he was suppressed in the future, he would not hesitate.
To be a human being, you must be ashamed of God and your heart.