Outside Martyrdom Ridge, the fighting stirred up the night sky, like waves, and the roaring sounds of madness, after only a few breaths, shocked hundreds of miles around.
The appearance of the Tianfang ambush caused the sound of killing and the roar of gongs and drums near Martyr Ridge. There was a huge momentum of thousands of troops fighting to the death on the battlefield, with an unending momentum.
Tens of thousands of frenzied waves surged one after another under the pressure of the dark clouds. Divine power that could destroy the world was unleashed in all directions. The mountains and mountains were roaring. Countless magic weapons and spiritual treasures were flying and flashing in the dark clouds, colliding and screaming.
, the terrifying ripples impacting the surroundings are endless and endless, impacting the high mountains and deep mountains and old forests, like ancient trees shaking under the storm, and then uprooted.
Heaven and earth, barren mountains and ridges, there are practitioners fighting fiercely everywhere. They kill and fight fiercely at all costs, fighting desperately for survival and fame and fortune. The blood dyes the mountains and fields red, dyes all over the earth, and even soaks the black.
The night sky was filled with blood.
The deafening cry of killing caused all the local Tianzong within hundreds of miles to tremble in this bloody night. Their souls trembled while hiding in their secret rooms. It also caused wild beasts and ferocious birds that had inhabited the barren mountains and ridges for many years to flee in all directions, like
It was like encountering a devastating disaster and just trying to escape.
But the two parties in the Martyrdom Ridge paid no attention to it. As the Tianfang ambush troops joined the battle group, only half of the Xiaoyue Sect's remaining troops suddenly regained their original morale.
The hundreds of red-clothed swordsmen were originally resigned to death, but now they saw that the sect master's wife had been prepared and invited the brothers from Tianfang to support them. For a moment, their blood was boiling and their pride was soaring. The anger that they had suppressed before was finally gone.
All the restraint was released.
"kill!"
Xie Ranlu had been fighting for a long time, his whole body was stained with blood, and he had more than 20 sword wounds on his body. Although he was not low in cultivation, he was actually one of the most injured people, because he always charged at the front.
The master of the palace has no airs and is willing to share joys and sorrows, life and death with his subordinates, so he has always been supported by all the swordsmen in red.
A roar came from Xie Ran. Seeing the reinforcements arriving, Xie Ran let out a roar, rushed into the crowd, and started fighting with the opponent.
"Brothers, rush..."
All the red-clothed swordsmen surrounded Wu Yingxue, fearlessly attacking the short man, the white-haired old man, and the female cultivator, because their main target was Wu Yingxue, and if they could not stop them, Wu Yingxue would be in danger.
"People from Tianfang? Damn it, don't worry about anything else. Follow me to capture Wu Yingxue. If you can, keep him alive. If you can't, just kill him..."
When the short man saw that the Xiaoyue Sect had formed a counterattack, he especially noticed the spirit of the red-robed swordsman who looked down upon death. His heart beat wildly. He secretly admired how the Xiaoyue Sect's disciples were all shrewd, capable, loyal and loyal.
A brave man, but at this time, the two armies were fighting and there was no room for change. He could only act in accordance with the orders given by his superiors.
The short man's black robe puffed up, and he was about to take action with his dagger again. At this moment, a green light and shadow suddenly came from behind, bringing with it a strange and strong demonic wind.
"The universe is perfect?"
Before the green figure reached behind the short man, he immediately felt an aura that was so powerful that it was almost the same as him.
Although the short man yelled cruel words, his body subconsciously dodged to the side. Just as he left the place, a green claw shadow slashed straight down from the air with a swipe.
, five green claws suddenly flew to the mountain below, and with a loud bang, they scratched into pieces a hard rock that was more than two people high, and left five claw marks more than three feet deep on the ground of the hill, before they disappeared.
Lose.
"You were the one who just made the sneak attack?"
A green shadow slowly emerged in the air, and it turned out to be a strange-looking foreign woman. This woman was Yaotan, the first protector under Jade Shura.
"So what if it's me? Witch, who are you?" A gleaming black-edged dagger was flying beside the short man, with a wild cold light.
Yaotan's face was cold and cold, and he could not tell the emotions. He sniffed his nose very simply when he heard the sound, and said with murderous intent: "If you want to know who I am, I will tell you after I die."
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, Yaotan grabbed Wu Yingxue with one claw, leaving no room for the short man to target Wu Yingxue.
The two masters started fighting here. Their fighting power was endless, and the turbulence of their divine power caused a large number of masters from both sides to retreat frequently, fearing that they would be affected.
When the white-haired old man and the female cultivator saw the Xiaoyue Sect's reinforcements arriving, they still desperately killed Wu Yingxue, who was tired from the long battle. At this moment, Xuan Zhong, Ren Qilin, Shi Jingkuan, and Liu Zhijing came from two directions.
Entering the battle formation, Ren Qilin punched the white-haired old man without saying a word, while Shi Jingkuan approached the charming female cultivator.
Standing in the air, the Yinhan Sword penetrated the sky with its energy, glanced at the bottom of the mountain, and said in a long voice: "They are all surrounded by me, no one is allowed to let go."
After Xuan Zhong finished speaking, he turned into a stream of light and headed towards the white-haired old man, preparing to join forces with Ren Qilin to capture this man in one fell swoop.
At this point in the fierce battle, neither side cares about dignity or face. Everyone has only one goal in mind, which is a very direct outcome such as victory, capture alive, etc.
The cold energy of Xuan Zhong's sword penetrated directly into the enemy's soul. He teleported towards him with a teleportation move, and the sword edge pierced the white-haired old man's heart.
His sword struck from behind, fast and vicious. The old man's skills were slightly better than Ren Qilin's, and there was no flaw in his response. However, Xuan Zhong's sword struck, causing the old man's heart to suddenly jump.
"Damn it!" The old man cursed secretly, blocked Ren Qilin's sword edge with one sword, and then immediately adjusted his body shape and turned around to sweep the sword.
when!
The two swords made a clear and long cry, and the two of them each took a step back, but at this moment, the old man was trembling with cold sword energy from the first level of Xuan Shui, and his figure looked slightly embarrassed.
Just at this moment, Ren Qilin let out a long roar and whipped his leg from behind, heading straight for the old man. The old man jumped into the air. Before he could stop, he saw white petals flying above his head, one after another.
The sharp blade of wind pressed down on the head.
The petals all over the sky come from Mrs. Xuanzhong, Feihua Empress. She has been in seclusion in Tianfang all year round. Although her cultivation level is not as good as Xuanzhong's, she can still stand on the threshold of Qiankun Realm. Even though there is a big gap between her and the old man, the old man
Being continuously besieged by strong men from almost the same realm, the internal energy flow was very difficult, so I still dared not take on this suppressive offensive.
"Damn it, how could the people in Tianfang get the news that there will be an ambush tonight? We have fallen into the enemy's trap..." The old man roared, turned his palm and flashed it, a treasure mirror rose into the sky, the light flashed, and the magic
Flowers overflowed, and countless rays of colorful light caught the petals all over the sky.
At this time, a scream came from the distance. The old man was startled and immediately looked around. It turned out to be the masked strong man. After Shangguan Ruofan was injured, he was the first one to be severely injured by Wei Jin and fell to the nearest place.
On the mountain peak.
His burly and strong body was smashed into the sky, causing dust and gravel to fly wildly. During this period, a cloud of blood suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be seriously injured, especially the blood stains flowing out of his mouth and nose turned into
Black, obviously poisoned.
"Jiao Nan... lost..." The old man was moved, and a desire to retreat suddenly emerged in his heart.
"Damn it, who are you? There is no poisoner in Tianfang..." On the mountain peak, the black scarf on the face of the masked strong man named Jiao Nan had been knocked off by Wei Jin.
His strength was only in the late stage of Qiankun, and he had been fighting for a long time. He was not at the same level as Wei Jin, the master of Qiankun Perfection Realm in his heyday. Therefore, the two of them fought less than fifty moves, and Jiao Nan was defeated. Not only that,
He was also poisoned by the evil poison inherent in the Lanwa clan.
Wei Jin fell from the sky like a huge ball of flesh. With a bang, he stepped hard on Jiao Nan's bloody chest. This step made Jiao Nan vomit blood and even his consciousness disappeared a lot.
, I immediately felt dizzy and dizzy, and I didn’t have any strength left in my body.
"you……"
"There's so much nonsense... Don't talk for now, I'll have time for you to talk later..." Wei Jin spat at the ground with a smile, and slapped his hands several times involuntarily.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four consecutive blows, Jiao Nan howled in pain, and in the blink of an eye, his hands and feet were all shattered into shattered fractures by Wei Jin. Even if he still had some strength left, he could not fight back at this moment.
"ah……"
Jiao Nan's screams spread from all directions, and the arrogance of the enemy camp immediately dropped to the valley. When the short man saw that Jiao Nan was the first to be frustrated, his heart was shocked, and he immediately feinted and flew towards the sky.
"Want to leave? There's no door..."
Yaotan was forced back two steps by the opponent, and then a spiderweb-like green thread exploded under Lian's feet. This force pushed her fiercely into the sky, chasing the short man.
"Capture the Qiankun Realm alive, and kill the rest..."
Mugu did not participate in the battle at all, but he seemed to be more energetic than everyone else. The five hundred Tianfang disciples with high morale received the order and rushed into the crowd like chopping melons and vegetables. The opponent's morale declined again and again.
And when he retreated a little, a large number of heads flew up, completely losing the ability to resist.
Blood splashed down like a continuous drizzle over the Martyr Ridge. One by one, the enemy's strong men fell into a pool of blood and died under the exciting undercurrent of this confrontation between light and dark. Less than a stick of incense later, a full six
Most of the hundred-man team has been wiped out in the barren mountains.
Looking back at Tianfang's team, it was when morale was at its peak. Under the siege of Xuan Zhong, Ren Qilin, Feihua Empress and Fan Wudou, the white-haired old man no longer had the ability to fight back and could not escape.
, they were just stubbornly resisting and passively defending, while Xuan Zhong and the four of them left no room at all. The four magic weapons rushed back and forth. In the end, the old man used up the last bit of strength in his body and was punched in the back by Fan Wudou, knocking him unconscious.