Under the quiet night, the fighting was coming to an end. One of the parties was surrounded. There were only two people left in the team that originally had more than ten people.
Around them, there were thirteen monks wearing the same cyan clothes, all holding various magical weapons. The leader among them stood in the air, with a black spiritual sword in his hand shining with a strange light.
This is a monk whose cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation building.
The two people who were besieged gathered together, looking nervous, looking at the eyes of the monks around them with a trace of vigilance and resentment.
This place is at the bottom of a valley between mountains. The terrain is flat and surrounded by thick trees.
However, due to a war that had just occurred, an open space was forcibly opened up in the dense woods. In the center of this open space, there were still many corpses of monks scattered everywhere.
At this time, the two people who were surrounded were also injured all over their bodies, their clothes were soaked with blood, their breathing was rapid, and their breath fluctuated greatly.
For some reason, the side that already had the absolute advantage at this time did not choose to take action immediately. Instead, at the signal of the mid-stage foundation-building monk, they surrounded the remaining two people.
Then, he came down from the air with the spirit sword in hand, looked at the two people in front of him, stared at them for a while, and then said slowly:
"Speak up, otherwise I will take you back to search for your souls!"
Among the two people surrounded, there was an old man with hairy hair. He was holding an khaki-colored iron hammer. The spiritual energy on his body was stirring. Judging from his aura, it was clear that he was also in the foundation-building realm, but his cultivation level was lower.
It has only reached the early stage of foundation building.
The other person looked much younger, but he was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining.
Hearing the other party's words, the old man laughed miserably, and then glanced disdainfully at the people around him.
"I should have thought it was yours, but it's a pity that I was hesitant and missed a good opportunity. Whatever...even if I knew it in advance, there is nothing I can do. The general trend is like this."
Just after he finished speaking, the old man's spiritual energy surged all over his body, and even the third-order hammer in his hand was radiating a terrifying aura.
Seeing that the other party was preparing to fight to the death, the face of the monk opposite him who was in the middle stage of foundation building turned cold, and his eyes gleamed with a ferocious light.
However, in order to prevent the clansmen from suffering any unnecessary casualties in the end, at his signal, the monks standing around flew back and finally stood in a safe area, while remaining where they were.
He was the only one left.
While stimulating the spiritual power in his body, the old man glanced around with his peripheral vision and found that the other party had dispersed the encirclement as he expected.
So he quickly used the voice transmission method to send a message to the people around him:
"When you take advantage of the chaos to escape later, use that second-grade high-quality talisman...I will create an opening for you."
Hearing the voice transmission, the young monk had an inexplicable look on his face. He held up the knife-shaped magic weapon in his hand to guard against it, then turned his head slightly to look at the old man, and murmured unconsciously:
"Uncle Eleven..."
The old man was constantly confronting the monk who was in the middle stage of foundation building opposite. At this time, the aura on his body had been stimulated to its highest point.
"Don't worry, I won't necessarily die."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man waved the war hammer in his hand and hit the monk in front of him.
The descendant of the tribe behind him was also an experienced person. Although he didn't have much planning beforehand, he followed Uncle Eleven's figure.
On the one hand, he did this to prevent himself from being left alone, and on the other hand, he also wanted to better seize the escape opportunities that Uncle Eleven would create for him.
Seeing that the battle between the two foundation-building monks had already begun, the surrounding monks were also prepared to guard against possible changes on the battlefield.
This change was only relative to the monk who was also in the Qi Refining Stage, because they had enough confidence in the elder of their own family that he would not let the opponent's Foundation Establishment Stage old man escape.
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In the center of the battlefield, the spirit sword and the earth-yellow iron hammer came into frequent contact. Every blow of the latter carried the momentum of a life-and-death attack. For a moment, he was on par with his opponent whose cultivation level was a small level higher than his.
But the monk in the middle stage of foundation building was not in a hurry. While neutralizing the opponent's attack, he signaled to the surrounding tribesmen to pay attention to prevent any of them from escaping.
Easily dodging the blow, he sensed the opponent's condition and knew that he couldn't last long in this situation, otherwise he would have used it long ago.
And now all he needs to do is wait until his spiritual power is exhausted and he is completely exhausted, and then bind him.
As for the remaining monk in the Qi Refining Stage who was wandering not far away, it no longer mattered, it was just a matter of a casual blow.
Time passed slowly, and as he expected, the old man gradually became unable to sustain such a huge consumption of spiritual power.
The monk in the middle stage of foundation building seized the opportunity and swung out his sword. The sharp sword energy forced the old man to go far away. Seeing this, he knew that the time had come.
So he changed his previous defensive posture and took the initiative to pursue him with his spiritual sword.
But just when his attack was less than a foot away from the old man, a sudden change occurred, and countless black lights suddenly lit up in the center of the battlefield. Following these black lights, there were waves of tyrannical waves.
Array ban.
A hint of cunning flashed in the old man's eyes. Before the spiritual sword reached him, he naturally lowered the hammer, and then moved his hands quickly.
As traces of spiritual energy emerged from between his hands, the black lights on the ground began to intertwine with each other, and in an instant they turned into black ropes.
Seeing the black ropes around him heading towards him, the man secretly said something bad. He had no time to continue the attack. Instead, he immediately retracted his spiritual sword and took out a defensive weapon from his storage bag to protect his whole body.
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The black rope snaked around it and soon wrapped him inside, forming a huge black sphere.
The changes on the battlefield were fleeting. The monks around them saw that something was wrong and immediately bullied them. However, the old man picked up the hammer and shouted:
"This is the moment!"
The monk next to him immediately understood. He held a knife-shaped magic weapon in one hand to block it, and took out the second-level high-grade talisman from his storage bag with the other hand to activate it.
"roll!"
The hammer hit, and the three monks in front of him were thrown away. One of them died on the spot, and the other two were seriously injured.
But after executing this blow, the old man who was in the early stage of foundation building had reached the end of his strength and could not even hold the hammer in his hand.
Therefore, when he landed on the ground, he immediately put the hammer into his storage bag and immediately caught up with the descendants in front of him.
Behind him, several more monks chased him.
The two people who were escaping looked back and knew whether they could escape successfully today depended on this.
"This is the moment!
"Do it!"
"That formation won't last long!"
Therefore, the young monk who had already finished accumulating his energy immediately stopped and changed positions with the old man.
His eyes were determined, and he showed no panic in the face of the close pursuit. He saw the spiritual energy in his body pouring crazily into the fiery red talisman in his hand.
The next moment, the second-level high-grade talisman was activated in front of him and exploded in front of the people who were chasing him, forming a huge fireball.
Ignoring the situation behind him, as soon as the talisman was released, he immediately turned around and continued to run away.
Because he knew that after the previous battle, Uncle Eleven had reached his limit. He didn't even need the other monk in the foundation building stage to take action again. As long as there were more than two ninth-level Qi Refining monks behind him who could catch up, they would be able to catch up.
If you do, you are destined to be unable to escape.
When the pursuing tribesmen were finally stopped by the huge fireball, the black sphere suddenly exploded in the center of the flat ground, and then turned into black lines and dissipated in the air.
A figure with an icy aura walked out of it. He glanced at the tribesmen and rushed directly towards the fireball. In the middle, he cast a huge hurricane technique, which instantly blew away the fireball blocking the front and turned it into a fireball.
The sky is full of fire.
But when the firelight disappeared, the two figures were no longer there.
"Too careless!"
Just when he was about to give the order to continue the pursuit, more than ten black figures appeared from the dense forest ahead. One of them was holding the old man's neck with one hand and holding a white paper fan in the other.
He narrowed his eyes, and the tribesmen around him quickly gathered behind him!
A new force has joined.
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The dozen or so people on the opposite side, dressed in the same black mysterious clothes, moved forward slowly and did not stop until they were less than four feet away from them.
The breath of the old man whose neck was strangled has completely silenced, and he does not know whether he is alive or dead.
Beyond these dozen figures, one could vaguely see a corpse nailed to a tree in the dense forest behind where they appeared. That should be the young monk at the ninth level of Qi Refining just now.
The moon was dark and the wind was high, and everything was silent. The monk opposite who looked a bit like a mortal scholar suddenly spoke.
"We haven't seen each other for many years. Fellow Daoist Wang is a little disappointed with Li!"