"Qiyuan, you guys are protecting your master and second uncle back to the inner valley. Junior brother, you and junior sister are seriously injured and need to recover as soon as possible. No further delay. I'll go down and have a look and then come back!"
The first words he said were to Feng Qiyuan and others, and the next words were to give instructions to his junior fellow apprentice who was a little stubborn.
Having said that, he flew towards the battlefield at the foot of the mountain. He still had the strength to fight again, but now the opponent's Jin Dan had been killed by Zhang Ming's sneak attack.
He is a fake elixir monk who has absolute combat power, but he can't compare with Zhang Ming, a physical cultivator.
He also felt that Zhang Ming had the advantage of making a sneak attack, but he was really afraid of Zhang Ming's strength because his body technique was too fast.
I was at the same level as him, so the opponent might have already killed him before he could gather his magic skills.
Now, of course, he had to go over to help. Just now he was being chased by the opponent like a lost dog, and he felt extremely depressed.
But another more important reason is that Zhang Ming actually led people to set up an ambush, and it was not discovered by the Cangyu Sect Golden Pill. This is incredible.
He wanted to go over and find out, and see who Zhang Ming was with, whether they were disciples of "Falling Star Valley" or monks from some vassal sects.
Zhang Ming was able to get a group of people to listen to his orders in such a short period of time. This person can be considered a number one figure.
At the same time, Zhu Luomu also knew very well that each of their teams would not have more than fifty people, and now there were more than a hundred pursuers.
Among them, there are about fourteen or five people in the foundation building. No matter how strong Zhang Ming is, the disparity in the number of people is too great, and he may lose miserably in the end.
When Zhu Luosen rushed to the foot of the mountain, and Zhang Ming left early, it was only about ten breaths of time, but a scene that shocked him appeared in front of him.
At this time, the battle was nearing its end.
Zhu Luomu first felt the biting coldness hitting his face, and then he saw silver long swords of different sizes dancing in the air.
But what made him feel strange and frightened was that there was no one controlling the sword around here, only Zhang Ming's figure flickering in and out.
Every time he appeared, he would appear directly behind an enemy foundation-building monk and punch or palm him silently.
The next moment, the monk will be torn into pieces. Even the tyrannical body of the Snow Moon Wolf Clan, which is infinitely close to the Black and White Demon Clan, cannot withstand the force of its blow.
Although the monks here cannot compare with the previous Gold Pill of the Cangyu Sect, there are more people. Every time Zhang Ming takes action, flesh and blood fly everywhere, and the impact on Zhu Luomu is even stronger.
And apparently the remaining monks also discovered this scene that made their hair stand on end.
"There are people who are good at assassins!"
There were already monks shouting loudly, their voices trembling. They had just been suddenly attacked by countless long swords, but could not see the spell caster, which made them feel inexplicable fear.
Now there are ghosts and demons that are constantly attacking and killing the foundation-building experts in the dark, and their minds are completely in chaos.
The Split Wind Tribe relied on their natural speed to spin around quickly, trying to get away.
But often hiding In the process of avoiding it, his body suddenly stiffened, and then it seemed as if someone had pinched his neck.
After making a few "keke" sounds, the spiritual energy in his body disappeared in a few breaths, and then he turned over and fell to the ground, motionless.
After Zhu Luomu took a few glances at this strange scene, he was already sweating. As a bystander, he did not see clearly how the enemy foundation-building monks were killed.
But then he heard the shouts of the only five remaining foundation builders below.
"Be careful of the mosquito monster, it is poison!"
At this time, Zhu Luomu saw a foundation-building monk screaming and suddenly slashing into the void somewhere with a knife. There seemed to be a little light there, and then disappeared.
"Mosquito monster?"
Zhu Luomu's consciousness was unable to lock onto that fleeting light spot, and he just stood blankly at the edge of the battlefield.
Looking at the enemies running around in the battlefield in front of me, as well as the monks on my side who couldn't see clearly, I felt a little distracted.
After about ten breaths, Li Yan walked towards Zhu Luomu who had been standing at the edge and frowned slightly.
"Fellow Daoist Zhu, why haven't you left yet? What are you doing back here?"
But Zhu Luomu seemed not to hear, and just stared blankly at the several spirit beast bags around Li Yan's waist.
When Li Yan decided to use snow mosquitoes, he casually took out a few and hung them around his waist to hide them from others.
During the last fierce battle just now, Zhu Luomu finally discovered that there was something strange about those silver swords.
Previously, he was still guessing what kind of materials the silver swords were made of. When they dealt with those Qi Condensation Stage disciples, they almost strangled their opponents with a slaughtering attitude.
Even a monk at the tenth level of Qi Condensation couldn't resist the bone-chilling chill emanating from Yin Jian's body.
The spiritual weapons and magical weapons in their hands would be frozen almost as soon as they touched the opponent. At the same time, they themselves could not resist the biting cold emitted by the silver sword.
After the attack of the silver sword comes, soon all the hair on the temples will turn white, and the surface of the body will quickly become covered with a thick layer of frost, followed by the sluggishness of the spiritual energy in the body.
During the life-and-death fight with the opponent, the spiritual power in the body was sluggish, and the consequence was that he was cut into two pieces with a strike of the silver sword at the next moment.
Although those silver long swords could no longer kill the Foundation Establishment monks as easily as they did, they were still bothering the Foundation Establishment monks of the four sects.
What Zhu Luomu never expected was that when the silver sword was about to be attacked by the opponent's magic weapon or magic, it would be broken into two or even several pieces at a strange angle.
As soon as the opponent is stunned, these broken blades will merge instantly at the position where the monk's attack feels very awkward.
Then, just
The monk's eyes were still dull and startled, and he slashed away with his sword.
Although in the end these silver swords were basically avoided by the four foundation-building monks with their superior skills, they were still forced to scramble.
Whenever this happens, a bright spot or a faint shadow will flash past the monk's side. The monk is either poisoned and falls to the ground, or is beaten to death by punches, palms, or even kicked to death.
The unmanned silver sword, as well as the extremely fast man and beast, made Zhu Luomu, who came to help, feel confused and wondered if he was hallucinating.
After only ten breaths, everything in front of him returned to calm. Only the strong smell of blood was still in the air, reminding him of everything that had just happened here.
Looking up, half of the corpses of hundreds of people were turned into pieces, red, green, white, and purple, lying on the ground.
All kinds of minced meat and internal organs were scattered everywhere, and a lot of them even splashed onto Zhu Luomu's body, which was disgusting.
Zhu Luomu, on the other hand, just stared blankly ahead. It only took about twenty breaths for the other party to do all this.
"Fifteen foundation builders and more than a hundred Qi Condensation monks died like this?"
From the beginning to the end, Zhu Luomu saw a man, a beast, and those strange and uncontrolled silver swords, coming and going here.
Everything ended like this, and what shocked Zhu Luomu was yet to come.
He saw Zhang Ming, who had solidified his figure, extending his hand with an expressionless expression.
The dozens of long swords that were floating quietly in the air like dead objects instantly scattered into stars all over the sky in Zhu Luomu's somewhat dull eyes.
Then, each crystal "star point" made a buzzing sound and rushed towards Li Yan's waist, where several spirit beast bags were hanging.
"This...this...these are mosquito...mosquito-like...warcraft?"
Looking at the overwhelming "star points" in the sky, with the naked eye alone, there are at least one hundred thousand, and they all reveal the cultivation level of about the fourth level of the Qi Condensation Stage.
Zhu Luomu only felt his scalp numb. Just imagine that if he was targeted by these monsters, even with his fake elixir state, he would probably die in the end and be sucked into a pile of bones.
At this time, Zhu Luomu's mind was completely blank. He was either shocked or frightened.
"This Ming is a human after all, possessing extremely powerful body refining skills and a large number of mosquito-like monsters.
Physical training? Spirit beast master?
However, both of these require a lot of time for practice or sacrifice, but this person's body refining skills are extremely strong. This is only possible if he practices wholeheartedly. How...how did he do it?"
At this time, Li Yan had already put all the snow mosquitoes into the spirit beast bag.
Since he wants to kill the enemy quickly, some of his trump cards will inevitably be exposed. He can't just kill everyone he sees.
now he However, if he is banned by the great elder of "Falling Star Valley" and he kills his disciples, if he is discovered, he will be judged as a ruthless act immediately, and the fate can be imagined.
Of course, Li Yan would not take that risk. After Li Yan hid the Zili Poison, he also only used 80% of his physical strength, and he was careful about everything.
In the eyes of others, he is a good physical practitioner, and his biggest reliance is the frightening number of mosquito-like monsters and a highly poisonous King Mosquito.
Even if he can kill the enemy, he can also show some of his value in front of the red-robed boy, so that he will not be regarded as an abandoned child who can be discarded casually.
In the battle just now, the Snow Mosquitoes also suffered a lot of casualties, but the Snow Mosquitoes were smaller. After turning into silver swords and colliding with the magic weapon, the dead Snow Mosquitoes would often collapse directly.
In addition, the battle ended too quickly, which prevented Zhu Luomu from discovering the true secret of these silver swords until Li Yan finally called Xueziao back.
This battle seemed easy, but Li Yan achieved this result only after careful planning.
The opponent had built too many foundations. Li Yan had to take action himself first. The Snow Mosquito clan alone would not be able to do it.
So the order he gave to the snow mosquitoes was for the snow mosquitoes to form a silver sword instead of a "giant" sword, so that more long swords could be transformed.
Although the power is greatly reduced, it is enough to deal with the Qi Condensation Stage monks. These snow mosquito swarms, which were originally used to deal with the Foundation Establishment monks in Beiming Town Demon Tower, can't beat a hundred young Qi Condensation Stage monks in a group, which is like cutting a melon.
Cut vegetables.
At the same time, these silver swords only need to bother the foundation-building monks, and he and the Snow Mosquito King will do the real killing in person.
Of course, if Li Yan hadn't wanted to hide his strength, the team of more than a hundred people would have been huge.
Even if there were more than a dozen Foundation-Building monks inside, all of them would be poisoned to death without any surprise if Li Yan shuttled back and forth among the crowd twice.
Now when dealing with monks below the Golden Core level, Li Yan's group killing poison attacks are almost invincible.
Li Yan had already noticed Zhu Luomu's approach, and could guess his purpose, so he wanted to help out of curiosity.
He could also tell that Zhu Luomu was a die-hard loyalist of "Luo Xing Valley". If he had the opportunity to kill the invading enemy, he would definitely not find any reason to leave here.
But Li Yan still pretended not to know and asked, as if he was unhappy when the other party discovered the secret.
"Oh, oh...oh, fellow Daoist Zhang, please don't get me wrong. I didn't know you were the only one here. I thought this was a small team, so I came to help.
I have no intention of inquiring into fellow Taoist privacy, everything is just a misunderstanding!"
Zhu Luomu, who had been wandering around, was awakened by Li Yan's words. When he saw Zhang Ming staring at him coldly, he felt extremely uneasy in his heart.
Zhu Luomu's heart trembled when he thought of the dense light spots all over the sky coming from all directions. This shock was even far greater than Zhang Ming's inhuman body refining technique.