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Elder Yan gave an order, and the entire Kun-Lai expedition team started to take action.
The battle between Ziyun Dao and Kun-Lai has been around a hundred years ago. At that time, because of the presence of the Great Sage of the Monster Race, Kun-Lai’s focus was on the Monster Sage. For these door-to-door visits, he could only fight against it. Fight back, don't mention how aggrieved.
Coming here this time meant to demonstrate itself, but the other party didn't do anything, and Kun Lai was too embarrassed to come to the door and pulled his face.
However, since the fight has started this time, it doesn't matter whether it is the pot of Master An Feng or Elder Ziyun Dao.
That's it!
Almost all the disciples returned to Feilai Peak in an instant, and the formation on the peak opened at any time, and the invisible ripples spread out immediately, automatically resisting attacks from outside the formation-don’t think this is because Kun-Lai disciples are afraid of casualties, but for Feilai Peak. And the things in the peak are not hurt.
In the opposite city, a purple monk flew out of the city, and seven people formed a formation automatically. The robes and spirit swords on their bodies were magical instruments that coordinated with the big formation. During their actions, the seven stars flickered, allowing them to take action. At that time, the power multiplied.
Some of these monks have gold cores and some Nascent Souls, and the number of them is nearly a thousand. It should be the limit here. They don’t attack those Feilai Peaks that open the formations, but they do their best to encircle and suppress Kun Lai scattered outside Feilai Peaks. Monk.
I saw a group of Ziyun human formations surrounding a Kun-Lai monk who was in the Nascent Soul stage, and seeing that the robe was repaired by a famous doctor, he calmly threw a broken formation stone.
The small formation stone seemed to be stimulated by the true essence of the formation, and instantly released countless rays of light, absorbing the true essence of the formation, and then followed the seven-star light, turned into countless fragments, and exploded into the body meridians of the Taoist Ziyun in the formation. The alien qi carried on it caused them to immediately reverse their meridians, almost planting them from the sky.
"Retreat!" The leader Ziyun Dao Yuanying cultivator roared with anger, and the cultivators were fighting with each other. They are now unsteady, and they definitely can't fight with the person in front of them, even if the opponent has hardly ever tried to fight back. force.
"Don't run, don't run!" The doctor who was so calm just now exclaimed for a while, and at the same time the ten-fingered missile quickly threw another ten out!
The formation of their formation has not yet stopped, the ten broken formation stones, which were optimized by Senior Brother Yang from Kun-Lai Tai Yifeng for ten years, were quickly moved by Zhen Yuan in the formation, exploding countless fragments, and following them in the formation. Zhenyuan automatically found their veins. This fragment of true qi was of the same origin and different species as theirs. Even though they immediately used their own means to resist, they were blown into the veins by a lot of sand-like fragments. The true qi was instantly chaotic, except for that. The monks in the Yuanying stage, the other Jindan monks led by him, like pigeons shot by arrows, thumped several times, and they were all blown down from the air.
The monk Yuan Ying flees quickly, knowing that he can't catch up, the medical practitioners will ignore them, just take out the magic instruments, and trap the six Ziyundao monks on the ground with a smile, ignoring their faces. With a look of death, he dragged into the Feilai Peak next to him contentedly.
Before Monk Yuanying ran two steps, he saw a golden sword repairman carrying an already beaten monstrous Ziyun Monk, smiling in front of him.
Before he had time to speak, Monk Yuan Ying was inexplicably dizzy, fell from the sky, was collected by a large net, and fell into the hands of a monk with a jellyfish pattern in his black robe.
"Poison Peak's **** put the man down! That's mine." Brother Jianfeng was furious, and he stretched his sword and pointed it directly at the opponent's nose.
"This will be divided into half for you later, and there will be more over there. You are fast, do me a favor." The monk in the black background and white robes pointed to the one who flees next to him and told him to hurry up. At this moment, the sword Monk Feng suddenly swung his sword, and Poison Repair was shocked for a while, saying that he was not a prisoner, right? But didn't avoid it.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, but Jianxiu's sword blocked the Zijin Shuttle magic weapon flying nearby for the poison repair. Seeing that the attacking Monk Ziyun couldn't save people, he turned and turned into a sword light and fell. To the city.
Jianxiu immediately chased him.
There was Brother Kun-Lai injured in the middle and fell into the Feilai Peak, and then medical practitioners stepped forward to take care of them. They had been on standby for a long time, but the blue girl listened to the wounded screaming "Don't send me to the Blue Witch." The voice is very unpleasant.
In less than an hour, the battle died down.
Although Feng Qingxiu was in the Feilai Peak, his invisible sword aura was terrifying and sharp, and he even severely damaged a monk in the transformation stage of Ziyun Dao. After falling on the peak, he was bought by an excited young girl at a high price. .
As for what Qing Girl would do if she bought it, Feng Qingxiu didn't dare to go into it. Anyway, Qing Girl's subordinates had never been killed, so he could only comfort him like this.
The battle between the Lord An in the sky and the elder Yanhui of Ziyun Dao City is still going on, and the moat formation of Ziyun Dao City has also been opened. Several Kun-Lai disciples are still in the city, and they want to be arrested. Or he was in hiding, but this kind of road warfare is a little damaged and there is no way.
"Why don't you help Master An Feng?" Feng Qingxiu looked at the sky a little worried.
On one side, Youjia stretched out eight tentacles, and while searching for dozens of prisoners next to him, he casually replied: "The Lord Anfeng fights those who don’t recognize people, and whoever beats whom, Elder Bai and Elder Yan back then When I went to help her, I was beaten easily. Elder Yan was also beaten with dark circles under his eyes. Later, it was stipulated that Lord An Feng could only fight by herself."
"Don't worry, she likes this kind of life-and-death battle." Next to a huge white octopus squid-at least ten times bigger than Yujia, with dark eyes, he took Yujia and a dozen of his The captives swept away together. The struggling Yujia holding the Eight Swords could only cut off a few suction cups on his tough tentacles. It was completely useless. The big squid continued with a deep and magnetic voice, "That kind of swordsman sips blood. , The feeling of wandering between life and death is her favorite and most enjoyable."
But his son obviously has no interest in his voice!
"You Bazhao, you are not a squid, let me go, I caught these things!" You Jia slashed angrily.
"Just a few of Jianfeng's disciples said that you grab more people with your hands. This is wrong," Octopus warned him gently, lifted him away, and said goodbye to Feng Qingxiu." I’m leaving first, and we’ll finish dividing things later, and let the young girl come over to buy people. The original price remains the same."
Feng Qingxiu didn't know what to say for a while.
"It's okay," Mrs. Guan comforted him gently, "Medical cultivation is no better than Danxiu, and new disciples must practice their hands if they want to advance, either by other schools, or by our Kun-Lai people. Practice."
Feng Qingxiu couldn't help laughing: "I have no objection, but fortunately there are always a lot of hands-on practice on the expedition."
They chatted for a few words, and then looked at the monk who was looking to the sky. In the opposite city, there was a fellow monk who supported and controlled the big formation. The monk who fought with An Xian had gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
Feng Qingxiu discovered that while watching, her eyesight gradually became clear. He couldn't see the details of the battle originally, but now, he can see the details completely, and he can even see that the other party is completely unfit for An Feng. The rhythm of the Lord.
The fighting madman of Lord An Feng, with one sword and one style, is full of confidence, daring to exchange injury for injury, life for life, even if the whole body is blood, his expression is also proud and wanton, open and close, and one sword is more than one. The sword is heavier, one style is fiercer than the other, even Feng Qingxiu feels that her slender body is not human flesh and blood, but contains an ancient behemoth.
And that elder Ziyun Dao’s swordsmanship changed lightly, and the mystery was endless, but no matter how infinitely he changed, Master An Feng could always find his constant point from the endless changes, forcing him to compete with mana, that name The hands of the elders holding the sword and Master An Feng's hands were dripping with blood.
For the same injury, Master An Feng’s sword became tighter and tighter, but the elder was already unstable.
Finally, An Xian let out a long laugh, the sword is majestic, like a Tianhe, a huge star floats behind her, and she sees the flaws in the opponent's long battle, and slams down suddenly.
The other party was not to be outdone, and turned into the true form of Swift with a full sword, as if vowing to cross the endless rivers and seas through wind, rain and lightning.
In the sky, stars and giant swallows collided suddenly.
After a stalemate, the stars fell, blasting the giant swallow and the elder into the earth at the same time.
Awesome!
Feng Qingxiu pinched the paper man hard, and cheered loudly with all the disciples!