In February of the fourth year of Tianting, there was Sanshan Pass, the gateway to Xuzhou. Surrounded by Sanshan Pass, there were endless mountains. During the period when this pass was located, it tightly guarded the passage from Youzhou to Xuzhou.
Fifty miles away from Sanshan Pass, there is a continuous military camp, where soldiers and monks come and go, which is a bit noisy.
At this time, in front of Sanshan Pass, there was a Yanhan Yin Shen monk calling the formation. Not long after, a Yin Shen monk came out of Sanshan Pass.
Both of them were sword cultivators. For a time, sword energy was everywhere outside Sanshan Pass, and the originally flat ground was constantly being destroyed.
Although the Yin Shen sword cultivator on Da Xu's side was superior in swordsmanship, the Yin Shen cultivator on Yahan's side was not a pure sword cultivator. The defensive sword weapons beside him were flying around, helping him block the swords one after another.
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Seeing that the situation was gradually showing signs of decline, the Yin God cultivator on the Yanhan side was heartbroken, pretending to reveal a flaw, and then a look of panic appeared on his face.
The young sword cultivator on Da Xu's side didn't understand the sinister nature of people's hearts. He just thought that the cultivator on the opposite side had gradually fallen into a disadvantage, and it was normal for him to reveal his flaws at this time.
Therefore, the young sword cultivator did not doubt that he was there, so he stepped forward directly. The sword in his hand flashed with light, and he was about to kill the Yanhan Yin Shen cultivator with one strike of his sword.
"You came just in time!" The Yin Shen cultivator from the Yanhan area saw that the young sword cultivator had indeed been fooled. He was delighted. With a thought, a sword-shaped magic weapon flew out.
"disease!"
The nail-mounted magic weapon was specially used for sneak attacks and assassinations. Before the sword cultivator could react, it had already passed through the sword cultivator's chest.
His body was severely injured, and the young sword cultivator's expression became fierce. The magic power in his body began to circulate, and the sword in his hand flew out, heading towards the Yin Shen cultivator of Yan Han with unabated force.
Both of them were Fang Xiandao monks, and their bodies were relatively weak. At this time, after a fierce fight, they both died. The two souls were absorbed by their respective lists of gods, leaving only two entities lying in Sanshan Pass and Yan.
The area between the Han military camps.
In the Yanhan military camp, Chen Hongyu was sitting in Zhongjun's tent. A curtain of water appeared in front of him. What appeared above the curtain was the scene of the two monks dying together.
At this time, Chen Hongyu couldn't help curling his lips when he saw that the Yin Shen cultivator made a sneak attack, but was still killed by the sword cultivator using secret techniques, and both ended up dead.
It was so embarrassing that even assassination-type weapons were used, but in the end they all ended up dead together.
However, although the Yin Shen monk was also from the Yanhan side, he was not from the Taiyin Sect, so he had no unnecessary emotions and just ordered a group of Taoist soldiers to go out and bring the body of the Yin Shen monk back.
As he expected, Yan Han went north to Xuzhou and was firmly blocked by Sanshan Pass. After several months of fruitless attacks, the two sides simply confronted each other.
The Taoist soldiers waited until these low-level monks were idle, and a large area in front of Sanshan Pass and Yanhan Military Camp became a arena-like fighting venue.
Today, a monk from Yanhan came out to call for formation, and a monk from Sanshanguan with similar cultivation level came out to call for formation. Tomorrow, another monk from Sanshanguan came to call for formation.
In this way, after the confrontation, this place completely became a place for monks to fight. Most of the time, because of similar cultivation levels, the monks would suffer injuries of varying severity, but not many died.
However, as time went by, more and more monks died on the list of gods, and this set of fighting procedures and some unspoken rules tacitly accepted by both parties became more and more perfect.
At this time, a group of Taoist soldiers were seen coming out of the Yanhan military camp and the Sanshan Pass. The two sides walked to the place where the two monks died in unusual harmony, collecting the fallen magic weapons and the two of them together.
Get up, and then return each other.
In the Chinese army's tent, when he saw that the bodies and magical weapons of the monks who had just died in the battle on his side were brought back by the Taoist soldiers, Chen Hongyu dispersed the water curtain with a wave of his hand.
Next to him, a Taoist in a purple robe saw his expression and smiled and said, "Friend Daoist Chen, please be patient. There is a fifth-level high-grade formation at Sanshan Pass, which connects the surrounding mountains. It cannot be broken through any easy method.
Although the area in front of Sanshan Pass has gradually evolved into a place for monks to fight, it is actually a solution.
After all, for us, monks and Taoist soldiers are the most important. As long as too many monks from other parties die, our Yanhan's luck will greatly increase.
Even if we are unable to capture the city for the time being, our luck will not stop growing."
After hearing what Taoist Liehuo said, Chen Hongyu nodded slightly. Since his disciples were all practicing in front of the Three Mountain Pass, Taoist Liehuo also came to the military camp from time to time to check and take charge.
After going back and forth, the relationship between the two of them was getting along well.
Sanshanguan could not be conquered and gradually evolved into a venue for a battle of wits. It was indeed a battle from another aspect.
When a monk defeats a monk of the same level, he will naturally gain part of his luck, and at the same time, he can hone himself in the battle. No matter what, any monk who has some confidence in himself will not be afraid of the battle before Sanshan Pass.
"We, Yan Han, occupy the rich and prosperous land of the five states, and the monks under our command are the best in the five directions. We only need to guard against Da Xu and Da Jin in the north, so we can dispatch a large number of Yin Shen monks to Sanshan Pass.
Even if the other four parties unite, because they have to suppress various places and protect each other, the monks they can use will not be able to hide much more than we can."
"Yes, not to mention that because Yanhan is strong and has great luck, the cultivation environment of the monks under our command is slightly better than others.
Therefore, the monks under his command are not afraid of fighting matters, but they are afraid that the monks in Sanshan Pass will not dare to fight because we have too many monks arriving or for other reasons.
But now, this trend is becoming more and more obvious. There are still fewer monks in Sanshanguan compared to our Yanhan Camp monks, and the frequency of fighting has dropped."
"Since Sanshan Pass has the tendency to evolve into a place of fighting, we might as well give it a push and keep the monks from both sides rushing here.
With more monks gathered together, Sanshan Pass will definitely attract the attention of the world, and it can play a role in gathering luck.
As long as a monk's talent is good enough and his combat power is strong enough, if he defeats or even kills a few more monks before Sanshan Pass, he can gain a lot of luck and achieve a breakthrough in cultivation."
After saying this, Chen Hongyu paused, "But how can we get all those monks to rush to Sanshan Pass. Now there are only Daxu monks and some Dajin monks in Sanshanguan."
Speaking of this, Chen Hongyu flashed through many messages from the monks in Sanshan Pass, and suddenly a figure appeared in his mind, which quickly became clear.