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The first ones to rush up were the monks from the Bai clan, ten black spirit cranes, and the ten foundation-building warriors from the Bai clan above. Looking at Lu Xiaotian in front of him, there was inevitably a look of excitement in his eyes. They came in a hurry, even though they heard that
When it comes to how powerful the silver-haired monk is, he only talks about it in a few words, but time is short and he has never seen it with his own eyes. Naturally, he cannot understand how far the other party has reached. However, the old man Bai Hua, who is the leader, is inevitably a little excited. There is a large group of people from the Wushi tribe, and there is another young team.
The men and horses of the clan were already visible to the naked eye. He was the first to kill. As long as he blocked the silver-haired young man for a moment, whoever killed the silver-haired young man in the end, or the golden elixir female cultivator, would have to accept his affection and share some of his benefits.
"Young men of the Bai clan, please don't rush forward because of greed. You only need to block this person for a moment." After all, Bai Hua is a late-stage foundation-building monk who has lived a long time. He still has a certain degree of caution and loudly reminded the tribe behind him.
Monk, please prevent a few young and energetic people behind you from rushing forward because of greed for credit. Not only will they not get credit, but they will also lose their lives.
"Arrogant!" Just as Bai Hua restrained the clan members behind him, all the monks of the Bai clan saw the silver-haired young man rushing over without any care and almost without a pause. Even Bai Hua had such a thought in his heart,
There is no need to say more about the tribesmen who are highly motivated to fight.
"Dragnet!" Bai Hua shouted.
The clansmen at the back responded loudly, and formed a team of two each. With a clatter, they dispersed from the queue. A large ball of black rope stretched out from the left to the right. With a clatter, it spread out and turned into a huge black net. Bai's
The monks of the tribe pulled Zhang Luokai and came towards Lu Xiaotian.
This kind of large-scale black net is extremely strong. As long as you are caught in the net, it will definitely take a lot of effort to struggle out. If you are caught by several large nets layer by layer, even the late-stage foundation-building monks will not be able to escape.
, maybe they can deal with this person without the help of the people from the Wushi tribe. Seeing that the silver-haired young man still rushed towards him without even the slightest intention of evading, these people were overjoyed.
Bai Hua and another slightly stronger middle-aged man each held a black spear and rode on a black crane to prevent the silver-haired young man from escaping from tricky angles or attacking the relatively weak ones.
The clan members took action to break their dragnet.
But at this moment, a sound of running water suddenly came from the sky, and Bai Hua's consciousness was slightly strange, but this strangeness had almost no impact. Bai Jie couldn't help but sneered, could there be some back-up plan?
But soon, Bai Hua's sneer quickly solidified on his face, because out of the corner of his eye, he quickly noticed that the clan relatives next to him had a strange expression, and even the spirit eagle under the seat was moving uncontrollably.
They were falling. The black nets that had been pulled apart before no longer had the strength to hold them on, so they slipped from the hands of the tribe behind them.
"What's going on?" Bai Hua was horrified when he saw this, and he quickly stepped forward to fight, hoping to block the silver-haired young man in front of him. He did not seek merit, but he wanted to lead his tribe to escape from the silver-haired young man. Bai Hua's hand
The spear danced in the air, turned into countless spear shadows, and rolled towards Lu Xiaotian with overwhelming momentum.
A sneer flashed at the corner of Lu Xiaotian's mouth, and he stretched out his hand to throw out dozens of wind blades. With his current level of cultivation, he could display these wind blades and control the direction and hit the target easily. As for the shadow of the spear coming from the old man.
Lu Xiaotian directly swung his sword, and the sword light reappeared. Wherever the golden sword light passed, the spear shadows were crushed one after another.
"Sword Intention!" Bai Hua is also considered a knowledgeable person. When he saw that the black spear he thrust out was forced back without any suspense, he couldn't help but scream and spit out a mouthful of blood. The spear in his hand absorbed his blood essence.
After that, there was a burst of light, and a spear thrust forward. It was not an attack, but it turned into a huge blood shield, held up by the spear, blocking the golden sword light.
The blood shield suddenly collapsed. Fortunately, the terrifying sword light had also disappeared. Before Bai Hua had time to breathe a sigh of relief, a handful of golden elixirs had suddenly enlarged. In the blink of an eye, he had already crossed a distance of hundreds of feet and was right in front of him.
Bai Hua hurriedly blocked the spear, but a huge force surged from the golden elixir. The toughness of Bai Hua's spear was also amazing. It was not cut off by the Earth-shattering knife, but the huge
Bai Hua was almost unable to resist the brute force. After the impact of the horizontal spear, it hit him on the chest. Some sharp sword energy also took the opportunity to surge in.
After all, Bai Hua is not a physical practitioner, and his physical body's defense ability is not very high. Especially when he was hit at this time, part of the sword energy penetrated into his body. Bai Hua spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his body was also injured by the sword energy.
Blood gushed out from the wound. Bai Hua, who was seriously injured, could no longer hold on. His vision turned black and he fell unconscious. The black crane beneath him quickly backed away with Bai Hua on his back.
As for those Bai clan who had set up their nets before, at this time, a series of extremely simple wind blades passed through their bodies, or struck at the spiritual crane under them. They controlled the wind blades to attack in several directions at the same time.
His enemy, even Lu Xiaotian, could only control the general direction and could not accurately hit the vital points of every white tribe and spirit crane. Moreover, Lu Xiaotian’s original intention was just to use the fastest speed to break through the obstacles in front of him, not to pursue
Maximum damage.
But even so, wherever the wind blade passed, it was still a mess of death and injury. These foundation-building monks, who were not weak in strength, ended up suffering a big loss from these low-level wind blade spells, but at this time
They were completely defenseless, and their bodies naturally could not withstand the cutting of the wind blade. However, the defense of the spirit cranes under these people was not low. They only lost a few feathers, and one of them wore defensive spiritual armor, which blocked the wind blade.
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However, among these people, two were still killed and four were slightly or seriously injured.
Whether it was the Wushi tribe that had been chasing after them or the fifteen members of another Qing tribe. Seeing the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but be shocked and speechless. The Bai clan, including Bai Hua, a late-stage foundation-building monk
Among the ten people included, they were not even able to block a single confrontation, and the number of casualties reached seven, leaving no room for resistance. Bai Hua, a late-stage foundation-building monk, was slashed unconscious by the silver-haired young man with two swords.
The young man was just in a hurry to find a way out and had no time to worry about the people of the Bai clan. Otherwise, none of the ten people, including Bai Hua, would be left. The silver-haired young man would only need to spend a few more moments of effort.
Even Wubi and the monks of the Qing clan had an idea in their minds that the Flying Cavalry Tribe was so weak in the air. But at the same time, they were relieved. Fortunately, there were not many monks like this in the Moon Watching World, otherwise the Flying Cavalry Tribe would be so fierce.