p>Feng Yue Laomo rolled his eyelids and didn't say much.
Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and showed a surprised expression. He didn't expect that Mu Xue would also join the battle.
"The candidates for the battle have been decided. We hope that everyone will work together for the battle tomorrow." Zhang Daoling said loudly.
"Okay!" All the monks said in unison.
The meeting ended and everyone dispersed.
Shen Lang hesitated whether to treat Feng Yue Lao Mo, but then he thought about it and decided not to.
One-third of his Shengyang battle energy has been consumed, and if he treats Feng Yue Lao Mo again, he may not even have enough.
For the third formation, Shen Lang didn't respond with much enthusiasm. Anyway, he just ran away if he couldn't beat them.
Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue returned to the stone house in the camp to meditate and rest, keeping their energy and energy at an excellent level.
The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.
The vast armies of monks from both sides gathered at the border with great momentum.
Today is the last battle, which is a matter of victory or defeat. The drums of both sides are loud, and the shouts of the battle are like waves, one after another!
The third formation is a melee, with each side sending twenty Nascent Soul stage monks and two thousand Pill Formation stage monks to fight. The winner in the end will be the winning continent.
The fight between the top monks and high-level monks on both sides has indeed proved their respective strength and foundation. It can be said to be a real contest. The losing side is really no different from the defeat of the army.
In Beilu, there are twenty Nascent Soul stage monks headed by Zhang Daoling, leading two thousand high-level monks in the Danjie stage. Everyone is ready and ready to go to war at any time.
Wang Wenshan also led the Donglin elite team and geared up.
At first glance, the lineup of Donglin people is almost exactly the same as that of Hokuriku, with thirteen monks in the early stage of Yuanying, five monks in the middle stage of Yuanying, and two monks in the late stage of Yuanying.
But compared to the seriously injured two great monks, Zhang Daoling and Feng Yue Lao Mo, Wang Wenshan and Zhuang Han were in very good condition, and Wang Wenshan's mount, the Golden Horned Beetle, was as powerful as a mid-Nascent Soul monk.
In addition, almost all of the Donglin Nascent Soul stage monks who participated in the battle were seventh-order peak spirit beasts that were not weak in strength.
In particular, the number of high-level spirit beasts in the team at the core formation stage is even more astonishing. Compared with the bare team in the core formation stage in Hokuriku, they really have too much advantage.
In front of Donglin's army formation, Wang Wenshan said with a ferocious smile: "Zhang Daoling, why should you linger on your last breath? Isn't it painful to be seriously injured? Haha, if you surrender obediently, I from Donglin may be able to keep your whole body."
Feng Yue Lao Mo mocked: "Haha, a bunch of opportunistic rabble, they really think they are masters."
The strong man sneered and said: "How dare a hermaphrodite who has lost half of his life to yell at us? Let me be the first to send you back to the west!"
"No need to talk nonsense, let's start the war!" Wang Wenshan waved his hand.
The war drums thundered, and Wang Wenshan directly led the Donglin monk team to fly out of the formation, with momentum like a rainbow.
"Set up the formation!" Zhang Daoling shouted.
A large number of Nascent Soul Stage monks in front of the Hokuriku Formation swarmed forward and immediately set up their formations.
At the front is Lao Mo Fengyue and four mid-stage Nascent Soul monks. Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue are in the second row, standing side by side.
Each Nascent Soul stage monk leads more than a hundred Pill Formation stage monks, each forming a small team.
Zhang Daoling and four Nascent Soul Stage monks from the Tianshi Sect were at the rear of the formation. According to the original plan, the five of them mainly mobilized Hetu Luoshu.
The Nascent Soul stage monks at the front of the formation were all here to protect these five people.
The matchup begins.
A large number of formation flags flew out of Zhang Daoling's cuffs, spinning rapidly in the air.
"Small Five Elements Diamond Formation, open!"
Zhang Daoling shouted low, and a large amount of spiritual light with the word "" spurted out from the formation flag formation disk, instantly covering himself and the other four Yuan Ying stage monks of the Tianshi Sect.
Shen Lang glanced back, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The Small Five Elements Vajra Formation is quite difficult to set up. To be able to set up the Small Five Elements Vajra Formation in such a short period of time, this Daoling must be a master of the formation.
The Small Five Elements Diamond Formation is a relatively powerful defensive formation, and it is difficult for Nascent Soul stage monks to break through this formation in a short period of time.
"Junior brothers, let's start to mobilize Hetu Luoshu. Don't be stingy with spiritual power and send it with all your strength!"
Zhang Daoling sent out a message, then took out the Hetu Luoshu from the storage ring and began to pour spiritual power into this ancient scroll.
"yes!"
The other four Nascent Soul stage monks from the Tianshi Sect also frantically channeled their spiritual power towards the scroll.
Seeing that Zhang Daoling had set up a defensive formation and started to activate Hetu Luoshu. The monks from Beilu also breathed a sigh of relief and turned their eyes to the team of monks in the east with fierce expressions on their faces.
No matter what, we must delay the Donglin people, victory or defeat depends on this!
Wang Wenshan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't understand what Zhang Daoling was playing.
"No matter what tricks you Yunjian Beilu people play, you will definitely lose today! Kill me!"
Wang Wenshan shouted loudly and took the lead in riding the golden-horned longhorned beetle to kill him.
Teams of monks from both sides came like a tide and began to fight head-on.
"Come and accept your fate!"
Countless monks immediately sacrificed their magic weapons and started fighting in melee!
The color of the sky and the earth changed, dense explosions continued one after another, and the collision of various spells, swords, and techniques shook the heaven and the earth.
The Nascent Soul stage monks and the Pill Formation stage monks from both sides started fighting, and the scene was extremely brutal!
The two old men in the early stage of Nascent Soul locked their eyes on Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue. They led two hundred monks in the alchemy stage and used magic weapons to attack Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue.
“Just in time!”
Shen Lang sneered, without any reservation, and directly launched the Jiuli Sword Formation.
The nine-handled Lei Ze light-splitting sword turned into eighty-one sword lights, strangled the two attacking people like a lightning storm.
Su Ruoxue also activated the Black Fire Pearl, and a fire dragon rose into the sky and attacked the two people.
"hiss!"
Seeing how powerful the opponent's attack was, the two old men couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and had no choice but to fight back with all their strength.
The two old men fought with their lives to withstand the blows of Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue. Seeing that the situation was not right, they wanted to retreat in a roundabout way.
"Spirit-binding lock, go!"
Shen Lang threw the spirit-binding chain out, and the silver chain instantly tied up an old man in the early stage of Nascent Soul tightly.
"Pfft, pfft!"
A large amount of sword light penetrated the man's body, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.
The other old man was extremely horrified and wanted to retreat immediately, but was still blocked by the Jiuli Sword Formation.
Su Ruoxue also activated the three-color flying sword and killed the man immediately.
In less than half a minute, two Donglin Nascent Soul stage monks died in the hands of Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue, attracting frequent glances from the top brass of both armies.
"Okay, well done!" Feng Yue Laomo praised while urging the Tianshui Bell to resist Wang Wenshan's fierce attack.
Wang Wenshan glanced at Shen Lang, his face was extremely ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Golden-horned Beetle, kill that annoying boy for me!"
"Buzz buzz!"
The golden-horned longhorned beetle, which was as big as a small mountain, flapped its membrane wings wildly and flew toward Shen Lang as fast as lightning.