Chapter 308: The Battle of Clan Extermination (End)
Wang Yanfan is very strong. Whether he is the patriarch of the Wang family in Qingyuan Mountain or a monk who has been at the peak of foundation building for many years, no one will underestimate his strength.
This is true for Li Changji and Li Xuangang behind him, and it is also true for Zhao Yiheng in front of him.
In fact, Zhao Yiheng was not very confident that he could withstand Wang Yanfan's attack while controlling the fourth-level puppet beast under him that had not yet been completely repaired.
But he had no choice. He knew very well that two golden elixir monks from the Wang family in Qingyuan Mountain and the Li family in Taiqiu Mountain were watching from somewhere outside the peak. He could only choose to fight on.
Not only for the family's hope, but also for the slim chance of survival for him, Zhao Yuanji, and Zhao Yizhi.
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The flat ground outside the ancestral hall had been completely destroyed by the battle just now, and there were sunken potholes everywhere.
These potholes look particularly desolate under the moonlight.
Li Xuangang stood up and nodded to his eighth uncle, indicating that he had no big problem. Then he looked at Zong Er beside him and jumped onto his body.
When Zong Er stood up and flew in the air, he once again took out the third-level low-grade black evil-pointed spear from the storage bag and held it in his hand.
Staring closely at the movements of Wang Yanfan and Zhao Yiheng in mid-air, Li Xuangang knew that as long as one of them made any move, the battle would begin again.
The first one to attack was Wang Yanfan. He flew up, the fiery red flame enveloped his tiger sword, and slashed straight at Zhao Yi.
The sword light fell from the sky, and the line of fire spread for tens of feet. Zhao Yiheng knew that this blow was different from before, and he could no longer resist with the body of the fourth-level lizard puppet beast underneath.
So the next moment, the lizard puppet beast began to move rapidly, and its huge body did not affect its sensitivity at all.
The line of fire cut down on the rolling body, the stone slabs on the ground shattered, and the soil surged.
Zhao Yiheng paid no attention to this, but after re-stabilizing the lizard puppet's figure, he leapt towards Wang Yanfan in mid-air.
Its huge mouth is wide open, and a high-level spell has been condensed and formed in it.
"Well done!"
Wang Yanfan shouted loudly, and without retreating or evading, he held the tiger soul sword and flew towards the lizard puppet's huge body.
The two met in the air, and immediately started a fierce fight, with strong energy overflowing and various high-level spells emerging one after another.
At this time, Li Changji, Li Xuangang, and the remaining Wang family foundation-building elders had naturally already set off.
Li Xuangang stood on Zheng Er's head. The Qing Ling Demon Transformation Technique had been fully used. He also raised the black evil pointed spear in his hand, and a cold light began to appear on it.
During the battle between the Lizard Puppet and Wang Yanfan, after Zong Er approached, under Li Xuangang's instructions, he did not rush into the enemy and fight hand to hand. Instead, he wandered around the battlefield and continuously used the cyan wind blade to attack.
Originally, Wang Yanfan and Zhao Yiheng were at a slight disadvantage in their confrontation, but after the other three people joined in, the battle situation gradually became more balanced, and the fight began to flow back and forth.
The tiger soul sword swept away the lizard puppet beast with a flash of fire. Li Xuangang, who was on top of Zong Er, looked for an opportunity, jumped up, and stabbed down with the black evil pointed spear held high.
With the blessing of Qing Ling's Demonic Transformation Skill, this blow was so fast that Li Xuangang's entire body and the black evil-pointed spear turned into a black light.
Because he was in the open space, Zhao Yiheng was unable to completely dodge, so he had to control the lizard puppet and raise its front paws to block it.
In the blink of an eye, the attack arrived, and the black evil pointed spear collided with the front paw of the lizard beast.
A burst of fire appeared, followed by a sharp and harsh sound of hard objects rubbing against each other.
Li Xuangang's blow was so powerful that it had broken through the skin of the lizard puppet, exposing its internal structure.
Looking through the "wound" amid the sparks, I found that the structure inside was actually composed of various ores.
But before he could take a closer look, the lizard puppet's front paws, which had been slightly knocked back, had stabilized and swung forward to launch a counterattack.
Seeing this, Li Xuangang did not dare to be careless. He immediately activated the Xuanfeng Wings between his ribs, and before the attack could reach him, he turned into a cyan afterimage and flew back.
But Zhao Yiheng obviously did not let him go so easily. A thick attack beam shot out from the lizard puppet's front paw, and in the blink of an eye he caught up with the fleeing Li Xuangang.
Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, he gathered his strength and prepared to meet it.
The blue scales all over his body stirred, and the aura on his body increased again. He punched the light beam chasing him, and a faint blue fist shadow appeared in the air, and successfully hit the light beam.
The two struggled for a while, and countless Gang Qi began to radiate from the center to the surroundings. Finally, the cyan fist shadow was scattered, and the beam of light continued to hit him.
However, it was now much lighter than before. Li Xuangang put his hands on his chest to block.
The next moment, the slightly weakened beam hit him. For a moment, he only felt burning pain in his arm, as if something was broken.
Li Xuangang's figure was knocked down from mid-air, directly creating a large crater on the already uneven ground.
When he flew up again from the pit, his arms were bloody and bloody, and many of the blue scales covering them were broken.
"With my current level of cultivation, it is still too difficult to resist a blow from a nearly fourth-level monster!"
Putting down his slightly trembling arms, Li Xuangang looked at the battlefield in mid-air.
At this moment, when Zhao Yiheng was moved by Li Xuangang's influence, Li Changji and the middle-stage foundation-building elder of the Wang family immediately entangled him and kept using various attacks to hold him back.
Finally, the lizard puppet used its tail to draw the Wang family's mid-stage foundation-building monk. The latter immediately flew to a group of buildings on the right, smashing down a large area of the building, and was seriously injured.
But precisely because of this, this created an opportunity for Wang Yanfan, the most powerful man in combat, and he ignored his clansman for the first time.
Instead, he immediately used his secret body skills and came directly above the lizard puppet.
This was a blow with all his strength. As Wang Yanfan swung out the tiger sword in his hand, a huge blade made of flames appeared in the air, and then fell towards the lizard puppet below at an extremely fast speed.
The fire emanating from the blade shadow even made Li Xuangang, who was still on the ground, feel a bit of heat.
The lizard puppet controlled by Zhao Yiheng had no time to dodge and was hit in the front paw by this terrifying blow.
The cuts were neat, and the thick claws broke off with a snap and fell to the ground, revealing various structures made of minerals inside.
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Zhao Yiheng's fourth-level lizard puppet did not reach the complete fourth level, but its strength began to decline at an extremely slow rate as the battle was delayed.
At this time, it has fallen out of the fourth level of low-grade.
Seeing this, Wang Yanfan, Li Changji, and Li Xuangang stepped up their offensive, forcing Zhao Yiheng into a desperate situation.
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For more than half an hour, although the battle was nearing its end, it was still fierce.
Although the three of them, Li Xuangang, all suffered varying degrees of injuries, Zhao Yiheng's lizard puppet looked even more miserable.
One of the claws has been broken, and the whole body is covered with dense scars. Among these wounds, many of them have torn the tough skin, exposing the mineral structure inside.
Moreover, under the melee, Zhao Yiheng gradually felt that the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, and he might not be able to hold on for much longer.
When he tried his best to force Wang Yanfan, Li Changji, and Li Xuangang back, he was at the end of his rope.
At the same time, the siege against the Zhao clan on Wutong Peak was completely over, with only a few monks escaping.
Therefore, the three foundation-building elders of the Wang family and Li Xuanyuan who had their hands free also rushed over.
So "Huhu", four more figures descended from the sky, and the opponents in front of Zhao Yiheng became seven foundation-building monks.
Li Xuanyuan stood beside Li Changji, who turned his head and glanced at him, so Li Xuanyuan roughly explained the situation of the final encirclement and suppression through sound transmission.
Li Changji nodded and expressed his understanding.
Next, a total of seven foundation-building monks from the Wang family and the Li family began to accumulate strength, preparing to give Zhao Yiheng the final blow.
Seeing the seven figures flying over, Zhao Yiheng also knew that this was truly the last moment. While leaving the head of the fourth-order lizard puppet, he sent a message in mid-air to Zhao Yuanji and Zhao Yizhi inside the ancestral hall.
When the seven people who launched the attack saw that Zhao Yiheng actually left the puppet, they first felt doubtful in their hearts, and then a sense of crisis arose in their hearts.
So they stopped one after another, but it was already too late.
Zhao Yiheng actually cast a spell to cause the fourth-level puppet lizard to self-destruct, and a terrifying energy wave radiated from its huge body.
A fourth-level low-grade puppet self-destructs, and its power cannot be underestimated.
If the seven of them were caught in the center of the explosion, they would definitely be seriously injured even if they survived.
"retreat!"
Wang Yanfan spoke loudly, and the next moment seven escaping lights quickly fled from here.
At the same time, an incredibly fast ray of light appeared from inside the Zhao family's ancestral hall. It was a small flying boat, and on it were Zhao Yuanji and Zhao Yizhi.
The moment before the fourth-order lizard puppet self-destructed, Zhao Yiheng glanced at Wutong Peak again with reluctance, and then chose a direction different from that of Zhao Yuanji and his two small airships to fly away.
At this time, the Qi Refining Period tribesmen who were cleaning up the battlefields at Wutong Peak from the Wang Family in Qingyuan Mountain and the Li Family in Taiqiu Mountain had not yet realized what had happened. They just noticed a huge energy fluctuation on the mountainside at that moment.
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The night wind blew through Wutong Peak, and everything was silent.
The expected self-destruction did not occur. A huge black bell-shaped magic weapon fell from the sky, shrouding the fourth-order lizard puppet that was about to self-destruct.
After a burst of intense white light flashed inside the bell-shaped magic weapon, the latter regained his composure, closed his eyes, and became a dead thing again.
Upon noticing this scene, Zhao Yiheng found in mid-air that his connection with the fourth-order lizard puppet was actually cut off. He was shocked. He did not expect that the other party's golden elixir monk actually had such a method, so he did not dare to do anything.
Stay, speed up and fly away into the distance.
Along with the bell-shaped magic weapon, a tall figure appeared. Seeing the tall and loud figure, Wang Yanfan and his clansmen flew back one after another, and they all bowed and saluted.
Li Changji, Li Xuangang, and Li Xuanyuan were also hovering in mid-air. Seeing this scene, they naturally guessed the identity of the other party.
Wang Hansheng, the golden elixir-level monk of the Wang family!
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After Wang Hansheng appeared, he ignored Wang Yanfan and others, but with a wave of his hand, he put the bell-shaped magic weapon and the lizard puppet inside into the storage bag.
Then he looked up at Zhao Yiheng's rapidly retreating figure. There was a trace of appreciation on his face, but it was just appreciation. This emotion did not stop his next actions.
A flying sword was activated from his cuffs and caught up with Zhao Yiheng in the distance at an incredibly fast speed.
Li Xuangang looked over subconsciously, and then saw Zhao Yiheng annihilated under the extremely powerful sword light, leaving only a few storage bags brought back by the flying sword.
As Wang Hansheng took back the flying sword and storage bag, Zhao Yiheng, the patriarch of the Zhao family in Wutong Peak, also announced that he was completely dead. The favor of fate did not fall on him.
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Li Changji hesitated for a moment, but still took Li Xuangang with him. Li Xuanyuan flew forward for some distance, then landed and stood still, saluting Wang Hansheng from a distance:
"Li Changji of Taiqiu Mountain has met his senior."
Wang Hansheng casually threw several storage bags in his hand to Wang Yanfan, then turned around and glanced at the three members of the Li family.
Taking a step forward, several spears condensed from black mist suddenly formed and shot towards Li Changji and the others.
Li Xuangang and others were shocked when they saw this. They did not expect that the other party would suddenly take action against them.
Therefore, in shock, they all subconsciously used defensive methods to resist, but in fact, they themselves did not have much confidence in guarding against these black spears.
After all, this was an attack from a mid-stage Jindan monk.
The black spear approached in the blink of an eye and was about to reach Li Xuangang and the others.
At this moment, a huge golden hand appeared out of thin air, pinched the black spears, and then made a fist. The spears turned into black mist again in the golden fist and dispersed.
After the attack, a figure with white hair appeared in front of Li Changji and the others, looking ahead with a watery expression.
It is Li Changqing!
The golden fist shadow was swung away by him. Li Changqing looked at the opposite side and slowly said: