In the evening at Dongyang Ridge, the setting sun was like blood, reflecting a enchanting crimson color. Lezheng Xuankong's offensive was destroyed five times by Mu Tianhao, and he finally became so angry that he shouted loudly at the crowd.
At this time, the battle near Dongyang Ridge gradually became intense. The five hundred masters of Huangxu had already begun to attack Bei Mingyue and the six Sui Cong after Mu Tianhao and Lezheng Xuankong fought.
A crazy siege.
There are 500 people on one side and only seven people on the other side.
Although Bei Mingyue's skill has reached the peak of Qiankun's early stage and is far stronger than the 500 people in Huangxu, Huangxu has a huge advantage in numbers, plus among the 500 people
, there are also two early Qiankun strongmen and a large group of Chengdao realm strongmen. This number is actually enough to kill Bei Mingyue and others easily.
However this is not the case.
Yue Zhengxuankong and Mu Tianhao were fighting fiercely and did not even take into account the situation here. When the latter broke his offensive several times, Yue Zhengxuankong still didn't see anyone helping, so he roared angrily.
He got up, but when he turned his head and looked, his lungs almost exploded with anger. He had been fighting for a long time. The five hundred so-called elite guys from Huangxu actually didn't kill even one of Tianfang's followers. Seven of them, including Bei Mingyue.
, are all alive and well, and even under siege, they are actually more lively than before.
"What the hell? Kill everyone except Bei Mingyue. What a bunch of trash."
Le Zhengxuan was cursing in a furious voice. When the disciples of Huangxu heard this, they were filled with helplessness and misery. How could they not want to resolve the matter as soon as possible? However, the methods of the seven people on the other side were really too powerful. Every one of them was
The people's cultivation is extremely exquisite. More than 500 people took turns charging and killing several times. Not only were they unable to hurt anyone, but they didn't even disrupt the formation of the seven people who were attacking and defending each other. How could they fight?
The more anxious Le Zhengxuan roared in the air, the more anxious the five hundred Huangxu disciples became, and their hearts were in a state of confusion. Two disciples were chopped down by an unknown follower of the opponent with a flying sword, and died with their heads in different places.
This is already the eleventh disciple of Huangxu who died after the war started.
Yes, five hundred people surrounded and killed seven people. Instead of killing one person, the opponent killed eleven people.
Even the two strong men in the early stage of Qiankun were unable to do anything to Bei Mingyue, and one of them was already injured.
The battle was fought in such a useless manner that everyone was extremely frustrated. Coupled with Le Zhengxuan's insults, which were filled with anger, it stimulated the pride of the Huangxu disciples to the greatest extent. The offensive of hundreds of people became more fierce and fierce, and
Some people have already begun to join forces to form a joint attack formation and launch a more violent attack on the seven people.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As Le Zhengxuan shouted in the air, more than a dozen Chengdao Realm Huangxu disciples in elaborate attire launched their flying swords at the same time. The colorful sword light flickered in the air, and instantly pointed at Bei Mingyue's back.
At first glance, it looks like a combined fencing formation that has been practiced for many years.
This kind of sword formation is usually very powerful, but at this time Bei Mingyue was fighting fiercely with the two masters from the early stage of Qiankun, and she had no time to take care of her behind.
Seventeen flying swords flew at the same time, and the sound of the swords piercing the sky was extremely harsh.
At this moment, a strong old man in black saw the seventeen flying swords killing Xiang Bei Mingyue. He was far away from the latter and had no time to stop him. Who would have thought that the old man would let out a low drink and exploded with his feet?
A ball of golden light suddenly used the magical power of teleportation to rush towards the seventeen flying swords.
The golden light suddenly flew out. The old man's fists were like wind, shocking the world. Each of the fists flashing with golden light was as big as a bucket and extremely fierce. Dozens of fists rushed and collided, and the sky shook. Look at that
The flying swords of more than a dozen Huangxu disciples were all shot down by the fist light and exploded.
The old man suddenly became majestic, punched all the flying swords with dozens of punches, took a long step in the air, and with a whoosh, escaped more than a hundred feet, and rushed into the crowd with murderous intent.
"You bastards, if I don't give you any clues, you really don't know what the sky is and the earth is high. You'll all die."
This old man was in mid-air, and his fists as big as a casserole were shot out desperately. His body was covered with golden light, and he was as unstoppable as a golden-armored god of war. In just a few moments, more than a dozen swordsmen in formation were killed by him.
It was hit so hard that more than a dozen people died.
The setting sun was like blood, fierce and ferocious. He took a big step and the surrounding mountains shook. He turned into a golden light and flew into the ranks of the Imperial Ruins. His fists were like bombardments and started a bloody massacre.
Wherever the old man passed, no one could show his might. The blood mist in the sky was like a flash in the pan, and it was extremely fishy.
"No, this is the body of the True Martial Saint."
Lezheng Xuankong, who was in the air, was shocked by the old man's prowess and turned pale. At the same time, he recognized the old man's identity and shouted loudly: "Fan Wu Dou, he is Fan Wu Dou, not a follower."
"You should take care of yourself." At this moment, a cold voice came from below. Lezheng Xuankong couldn't help but be alert, and then he felt a cold blade suddenly attack him.
Whoosh!
Le Zhengxuan Kong retreated in a hurry, and Mu Tianhao's divine sword flew out against his cheek. This sword pierced the air, but because the sword was too fast and sharp, it just missed Le Zhengxuan Kong.
At the same time as it passed by, the edge of the blade alone cut an extremely long gash on the right side of Le Zhengxuan Kong's face.
The moment the hot blood was blown by the wind, it sprayed all over Le Zhengxuan's face. The blood splashed into his eyes, causing him to be confused.
At this moment, Mu Tianhao approached from below with murderous intent. He grabbed it with his five fingers like hooks, and a thunder crashed from the sky, turning the sky above Le Zhengxuankong into dark clouds.
Lezheng Xuankong struggled to retreat, and after he had retreated more than ten feet, he saw a big hand coming down from the sky, sealing his retreat. This hand seal was so powerful that even the mountain next to it was blocked.
The palms shattered under the pressure of the wind, and countless rocks flew away.
Lezheng Xuankong was shocked by the "Shuo Tian Palm Seal". Without thinking, he took out the defensive magic weapon Tianluo Bao Umbrella and threw it towards the palm seal.
The astonishingly defensive Tian Luo Bao Umbrella opened with a swish, blooming with a colorful and strange light. With a bang, it touched the palm print, and the palm print seemed to disappear in an instant.
Mu Tianhao was shocked at the same time and his blood was flowing wildly, but his expression was solemn and his eyes were firm. With a thought, the second-rate sword that flew in the air turned around and stabbed him.
With a clang sound, the Tianluo Bao Umbrella was instantly stabbed and showed several cracks. The light dimmed instantly, but it was not destroyed.
Mu Tianhao calmed down the energy and blood in his body, and his eyes turned blood red. He cursed angrily and rose into the sky. The second-rate God-bearing Sword flew back to him. Without any hesitation, he quickly made seals with both hands.
The chest changed.
After a breath, Mu Tianhao pointed his finger in the air, and the second-rate God-bearing Sword manifested countless sword rays, and shot towards the Tianluo Baoyu like a sword with beads of arrows.
"ding-ding-ding-ding-ding"
The dense sound of gold and iron clashed frequently. Lezheng Xuankong was shaken by the sword energy, and he was in unbearable pain. At this time, Mu Tianhao's offensive was at its most violent. The sharpness and power of the sword were beyond his control.
To resist, he could only rely on the defensive characteristics of the Tianluo Umbrella to survive this wave of attacks.
And just when Lezheng Xuankong was in trouble, Fei Ling and another Huangxu master who had been hiding in Dongyang Ridge finally saw the problem.
"No, this Mu Tianhao has been prepared for a long time. The followers following him are all strong men in the Qiankun Realm." Fei Lingteng stood up with a sound and strode to the edge of the cliff.
The man who followed Fei Ling all the time was dressed in gray clothes and his eyes were empty and lifeless, but he gave people a sense of majesty that he dared not overstep.
The man said in a low voice: "Barefoot Divine Fist Rice Five Dou is from Xiaoyue Sect. It seems that Tianfang has been prepared for a long time and deliberately sent people to secretly protect Mu Tianhao. Huh, there are only a few Qiankun realms, why do you care? Fei
Ling, you’ve seen enough, let’s resolve the battle as soon as possible.”
Fei Ling nodded noncommittally, and an unprecedented murderous aura evaporated from his body: "Well, Ye Can, leave Mu Tianhao to me, you go and capture Bei Mingyue, and as for the five buckets of rice, keep them alive if you can.
You can use them as hostages. If you can’t keep them, I’ll kill them.”
"Understood" The man named Ye Can and Fei Ling are both Taoist warriors in the Imperial Ruins, with considerable strength. Fei Ling called Ye Can here this time because he was afraid that the Jialan tribe and King Ni would be distracted during the process.
It was useless, but now that King Ni had not appeared, Fei Ling felt that it was a good time.
After the two people communicated, they were about to get up and join the battle. But at this moment, a large group of flying luanans with bright wings suddenly appeared on the north side of Dongyang Ridge. There were very many of them, more than two hundred of them, with bright and colorful wings fluttering.
It was blowing, bringing up bursts of bright and powerful wind.
On top of one of the flying phoenixes, stood an old man wearing a bamboo hat and tattered coat and shorts. The old man couldn't see his appearance clearly. He could only tell that his body was slightly thin, like a country man, but the old man was holding a hand.
The demonic spear with its bright, purple shaft and flowing light waves makes its momentum permeate the sky, forming a huge pressure.
"Fei Ling, where are you going? Your opponent is me."
The old man standing on the flying luan's voice was loud and soared into the sky. Along with his shout, more than two hundred flying luan's chirped in unison, which was deafening.
"Nioh? You old man, you are here after all."
Fei Ling, who was about to rush over, paused and suddenly turned around. Then the old man in a bamboo hat on the flying luan jumped up high and flew towards him like a cannonball. The demon gun in his hand was filled with demonic aura, covering the sky and covering the ground for several kilometers around Dongyang Ridge.
For a hundred miles, all the ferocious monsters and beasts began to scream in mourning.
“Damn, it’s exposed, let’s do it”
At the same time, the three followers around Bei Mingyue instantly removed their disguises, and the three Chengdao realm powerhouses instantly evaporated and turned into three Qiankun realm powerhouses who could teleport.