More people fell down, and headless bodies and broken limbs could be seen everywhere on the ground.
Blood soaked into the clothes of the remaining people. Everyone looked tired, but they did not dare to relax at all.
The scenes of low-level monks fighting are often more brutal than those between high-level monks, because the spells of high-level monks are so powerful that they can often end the battle with just one blow, but the same cannot be said for low-level monks. It is usually a back-and-forth between you and me.
After a hard fight, the winner can be determined.
This kind of battle is not uncommon in the world of cultivation. There is no way to say which side is right or wrong. It is just for profit.
The casual cultivators want to take a step closer on their path, while the monks of the Li family want to protect the interests of the family.
In fact, in the final analysis, the more prosperous the family is, the more benefits it will bring to itself, it can provide stronger protection and more resources, so the monks of the Li family are only fighting for their own interests.
Li Qingyang's speed of swinging the stick began to slow down, and his spiritual energy had been consumed to a great extent. Seeing this, the three people on the opposite side attacked more and more crazily. Due to their cooperation for a period of time, the next attacks became much more powerful.
Finally, after forcing one of them away with a stick, Li Qingyang had no time to return to defense and was struck by a sword.
The sword struck his back, and Li Qingyang was sent flying. He rolled several times on the ground before losing his inertia.
At this time, there was a huge wound on his back that spread from his right shoulder to his left waist. Blood emerged in an instant and flowed down Li Qingyang's left leg to the ground.
Li Qingyang's expression remained unchanged, but his brows furrowed. After casting a spell to stop the blood from the wound, he stood up again with the Hunyuan iron rod in his right hand.
Not far away, the members of the Li family who were still fighting saw Li Qingyang being beheaded, and their hearts sank. However, after seeing Li Qingyang stand up again, their worries were slightly reduced, but there was still a feeling of defeat spreading in their hearts.
Li Qingyang looked at the three people opposite him warily. He had fought well physically. In the same level of fighting, with his strong physical strength, his combat power has always been far higher than that of the same level.
However, the combat capabilities of these three casual cultivators are not ordinary. After all, it is too reluctant for one person to carry the attack of three people.
That blow just now, if it weren't for the first-grade high-quality lined defensive magic weapon given to me by the clan leader, I would have died and been broken into two pieces.
These three casual cultivators have also struggled in the cruel world of cultivation for many years. Naturally, they will take advantage of his illness to kill him. They practice this truth very well.
The three of them did not give Li Qingyang a chance to recover and continued their offensive. Judging from their plans, they actually wanted to kill Li Qingyang with one blow.
Li Qingyang only had time to take out a pill to restore spiritual energy and take it. Before he could refine it, he was forced to fight.
Li Qingyang's eyes were determined. He also saw that the three people's blows were so powerful that he might not be able to take them.
But he cannot retreat. Once he retreats, this battle is destined to fail, and many family members will be slaughtered.
Like countless ancestors in the family, he will devote his life to the family.
Just as Li Qingyang rushed forward with determination to die, a figure suddenly appeared from the side and slashed at the three of them with a knife.
This knife came with a fierce force, and the aura it aroused was as real as substance. The three people who were interrupted by the sudden attack were caught off guard. One of them was hit and his left arm was broken off.
"Qingyang, Uncle Fifteen will help you."
At this critical moment, it was Li Changhuan, a monk of Li family's generation, who came to support him.
Li Changhuan's beard and hair were all white. He had suffered a serious injury in his early years. Although he had recovered, his life span was short, so he rarely fought with others on weekdays.
At this time, Li Changhuan was gradually approaching the three people with a big sword on his shoulder.
The family's black mysterious clothes on his body had long been torn, and he simply tore them all off, revealing his muscular upper body.
Li Qingyang was happy at first, but then he noticed the abnormal state of his fifteenth uncle Li Changhuan.
Li Changhuan's face was red, his whole body was radiating heat, his eyes were wide open, his mood was high, and he looked very violent. His originally thin body also swelled up and looked full of power.
Li Qingyang reacted immediately.
Although the fifteenth uncle Li Changhuan is at the ninth level of Qi refining, his life span is approaching, and he is not good at fighting. He has observed the situation on his side before. Under normal circumstances, he would never be able to get rid of the two refiners.
The entangled cultivators of the eighth level of Qi.
But at this time, the two eighth-level Qi Refining monks were already dead.
Li Qingyang knew clearly in his heart that his fifteenth uncle might have used some spell to stimulate his body's potential and temporarily improve his strength. He had seen similar spells in the family library.
"After this battle, Uncle Fifteen may not survive."
Thinking of this, Li Qingyang felt sad. But he was also a determined person. He knew very well that his fifteenth uncle would not be able to hold on for long, so he said:
"Uncle Fifteen, help me hold one of them down for a moment."
"good!"
Li Changhuan shouted loudly, raised his knife and rushed towards the three of them.
When the three casual cultivators saw this, they didn't dare to show off, and they all tried their best.
The casual cultivator, whose left arm was cut off by Li Changhuan before, briefly treated the wound before joining the battle.
With his fifteenth uncle sharing the pressure, Li Qingyang fought more and more fiercely, and a Hunyuan iron rod was danced by him into countless afterimages.
Finally, the most severely injured casual cultivator with a broken arm could no longer hold on, and was exposed to the neutral position, and was swept into two halves from the waist by Li Qingyang with a stick.
When the remaining two casual cultivators saw this, they knew that this battle was impossible to win, and if they continued to waste it, they might stay here.
The leader among them, the casual cultivator, seized the opportunity, escaped from the battle after a few leaps, and disappeared into the dense forest without caring about the others. The remaining casual cultivator did not expect that he left so simply. In the blink of an eye, our side
He died and fled, leaving himself struggling to support himself.
And he was even more unable to withstand the attacks from Li Qingyang's uncle and nephew. He knew that he had to leave, otherwise he would not escape death.
So, he painfully took out a talisman that glowed yellow, and after using his spiritual power to activate it, countless earth thorns popped out from the ground.
Li Qingyang and Li Changhuan hurriedly avoided, and eventually these earth thorns formed an earth wall between them and the casual cultivator.
The two of them would not be able to cross the earth wall for a while. After bypassing the earth wall, the casual cultivator had long disappeared.
Li Qingyang and Li Changhuan looked at each other and took a long breath.
But the two of them knew that it was not the time to rest yet, so they turned around and joined the rest of the battle.
When the other casual cultivators saw that the three Qi Refining cultivators had disappeared, they panicked and retreated desperately into the depths of the dense forest.
Naturally, many monks from the Li family would not let them go in vain, and they all chased after them to entangle them.
With the addition of two ninth-level Qi-refining monks, Li Qingyang and Li Changhuan, the battle became even more one-sided. Under Li Qingyang's strong combat power, all the casual cultivators who were still on the field were plundered and killed in a short time.
However, some casual cultivators saw that the situation was not right and left the battlefield early. In the end, the Li family did not succeed in keeping them.
...
The battle lasted for nearly three hours. Six people from the Li family died, three were seriously injured, and almost all of the remaining people were injured.
But the casualties on the casual cultivator's side were even more severe. Not only one cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining died, but no fewer than twenty other cultivators were killed or injured.
This was mainly due to the clearing of the scene by Li Qingyang and Li Changhuan later. In their hands, at most two moves took away the life of a casual cultivator.
Li Qingyang ordered the remaining tribesmen to clean up the battlefield, and he helped Li Changhuan to sit down next to Tuma Beast's carriage.
At this time, the red color on Li Changhuan's body had faded, and his whole body was swaying. He tried his best to open his eyes and looked at Li Qingyang.
Li Qingyang carefully asked Li Changhuan to sit down, and then immediately took out a lot of pills.
When Li Changhuan saw this, his eyes were half-closed, and he raised his hand to block Li Qingyang's attempt to put the elixir into his mouth.
He held on and slowly said:
"Qingyang, there's no need to waste it. Uncle Fifteen knows his condition, these are useless."
Li Qingyang said softly:
"Uncle Fifteen, do you have any other requests? Qingyang, listen."
Li Changhuan smiled, waved his hands, and leaned his back against the earth horse beast.
He spoke the last words of his monk career.
"I am the fifteenth monk in the generation of the Li family. I have followed my fifth brother to work for the family for hundreds of years. I thought I would die of old age in Mount Taiqiu. Unexpectedly... I came out to visit this time.
Fifth Brother...I will never see Fifth Brother again."
The fifth brother he refers to is Li Changqing, the current patriarch of the Li family, a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment, and the fifth oldest person in his generation.
Li Changhuan passed away, and there was one less monk in the family of Li's family.
At this time, inside the Li family ancestral hall on the top of Mount Taiqiu, an old man sitting cross-legged on the ground opened his eyes.
The ancient book suspended three feet away in front of him was the genealogy of the Li family.
At this time, the Li family tree was flipped, revealing a page, with seven names glowing red printed in the air. Then these names dimmed one after another, and the last one was Li Changhuan.
The old man's face was calm for a while, showing no emotion or anger. He just sighed lightly:
"Is it Chang Huan?"
Then he closed his eyes again and fell into silence. This person was Li Yishang, the only remaining foundation-building monk of the Taiqiu Li family.
In Black Wind Ridge, the Li family monks who had finished cleaning up the battlefield gathered together and stood in silence.
The strong wind from Heifeng Ridge passed between them, and the Li family's standard black clothes were blown to a whirring sound.
Li Qingyang stood in front of the tribe, and in front of him was Li Changhuan's body leaning on the Tuma beast.
Everyone waited for Li Qingyang to stand still and said in unison:
"The descendants of the Li family respectfully send the soul of my fifteenth uncle back to heaven and earth."
"Qingyang respectfully sends the soul of fifteenth uncle back to heaven and earth."
Li Xuangang and Li Xuanshan followed everyone and bowed to the elders of other clans.
Afterwards, Li Qingyang raised his head and saw storage bags and magic weapons gathered together not far away, as well as four casual cultivators who were seriously injured and restrained.
Li Qingyang signaled to Li Xuanshan, who walked out of the team knowingly, and took out his beheading sword while walking towards the four casual cultivators.
On the blood-stained ground, Li Xuanshan chopped off the heads of four casual cultivators with a beheading sword.