Qi Yuan, number 56,000,000, was on a mountain peak, observing the plain at the foot of the mountain from a high position.
Hearing the shocking Dongfang Bubai, his face turned green with anger.
"How come these guys have learned to shout slogans?
Who dares to claim that the East is undefeated?
Master, I launched a one-to-one-hundred-thousand-thousand war, but I didn't even claim to be Unbeaten in the East.
Who is so bold and dares to say such arrogant words?
Don't let me If we find out and beat you all over your head, it won’t be complete.”
Qi Yuan has spent a lot of time in the Demon God Altar recently, and he is also in a state of seclusion.
He has been waiting for Shangyang Academy to expel the waste Xiao Cheng, and he can't swallow this breath without killing Xiao Cheng with his own hands.
A pair of one hundred thousand is very difficult and dangerous, but you can use martial arts and magical powers to give full play to them.
Qi Yuan likes this kind of stimulation very much.
The key is that the feeling of satisfaction after it is really completed is so fascinating.
What's more, there are also generous rewards, which can be redeemed by just going to the branch halls of the Weapon Refining Alliance spread across four continents.
He carefully observed the form.
He had already observed the surrounding environment and had a clue in his mind.
A battle with one hundred thousand people did not mean that one person could really fight against one hundred thousand people.
In fact, it is a rule: lightning guerrilla warfare, eating away at the enemy's vitality bit by bit.
After all, a ragtag group of 100,000 monks can't join forces to attack.
They are scattered in a pile of sand.
As long as they can break through them one by one and keep at it, they can complete the seemingly impossible task.
Qi Yuan is very confident.
Another important point is that really powerful masters are willing to play against many, and will rarely accept the invitation of the Demon God Altar to enter the mode of fighting more and less.
Only those who are not too powerful like to abuse masters while taking advantage of the excitement.
Based on this calculation, one hundred thousand monks sounds scary, but in fact, the strength that can be exerted is not unmatchable.
As long as the method is right, things will be easy to handle.
Xiao Cheng knows this style of fighting best, it's just guerrilla warfare on earth.
The fight is still fought on their own, and the mob becomes chaotic whenever something happens.
If it were replaced by a hundred thousand monks and soldiers with forbidden orders, they would try to give an order, activate a magical power at the same time, and throw a magical weapon to attack the enemy.
Even the world's best combat experience A great person can only run away with his head in his arms.
The key is that this is a group of headless flies, which gives the monks a chance to win even with a pair of 100,000.
In the Demon God Altar, only one magical attribute can be used, which is the one with the most perfect cultivation.
Qi Yuan has many magical attributes, but he can only use one at this time, and that is the power of gold.
This is the magical attribute with the most amazing cutting power among the five elements.
After observing and understanding, he squatted down in the bushes and descended the mountain like a ghost.
Using the cover of the tall grass on the plain, he was close to the place where the 100,000 monks were in an instant.
At the moment when Dongfang Bubai was deafening, the monks made a loud noise.
Qi Yuan smiled secretly in his heart and thought about the action plan to make sure there were no loopholes.
Turning over his hand, the weapon he had already selected appeared.
It was a knife with a length of 3.8 meters.
It was very long.
This length was suitable for slashing and sweeping.
What's more, this was a blue-black knife.
In the dark night, They are not reflective, so they are especially suitable for raids.
Qi Yuan tapped the ground with his toes, and without making a sound, Qi Yuan flew into the air with his ultra-long and ultra-thin sword.
This is the ultimate lightening technique that he has practiced for many years.
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His cultivation is limited to the Five Heavens Gate by the Demon God Altar.
He cannot fly physically, let alone attack with royal weapons, but the martial arts he has practiced for many years is still easy to use and more effective.
With a hiss, his right arm moved, and the knife he was carrying seemed to appear as a demonic shadow in mid-air.
With just a flash, thousands of knife arcs were drawn out, forming a mountain of swords in an instant, killing from thousands of angles.
Hundreds of goals have been set long ago.
Directly explosive, go all out, the blue and black sword light suddenly stimulates a large golden light, and the vast golden energy comes, blessing the sword light, enhancing the cutting ability.
Terrifying air explosions were heard everywhere.
This attack was too fast.
The monks who were making noise and bustling were caught off guard.
Someone who felt it quickly shouted: Enemy attack.
Hundreds of circled targets came to their senses, but Daoguang approached with his golden magical power.
It was like a nightmare suddenly came.
Hundreds of monks were among the 100,000 monks.
Although I knew that I would definitely face off against the legendary and extremely brave 56,000,000, I did not expect that this man would be so bold.
Face to face with the 100,000 monks, he took the initiative to attack.
What a hell.
A piece of golden sword light passed by.
Hundreds of monks who were caught off guard and had just activated their magical powers and magic weapons suddenly felt a pain in their necks.
The next moment, a private message arrived: You have been hit in a vital point.
The Demon God Altar judged that it failed.
With a soft sound, the soul of the monk who had been stabbed was transferred out and returned to the ruined hall where they entered.
Fighting in the Demon Altar won't bleed, and it won't really kill the soul, but the pain will be the same as in the outside world.
The severe pain of a knife to the neck will remain fresh in their memory for a long time.
After the storm, there was a mess.
The plain was plowed, and hundreds of monks died in an instant, which shocked all the monks.
Many people reacted very quickly, using many magical powers of metal, wood, water, and fire, and all kinds of mysterious magic to activate at the same time, and they smashed the figures who were slashing wildly.
Bang bang, bang."
All kinds of sounds came together.
Qi Yuan was hit by dozens of attacks on his chest, abdomen and limbs.
There were too many attacks.
If it weren't for his superb light body skills and sword skills, he would have been unable to dodge and would have been killed on the spot. .
Peng kicked back with a dragon kick and kicked away the iron gourd that had grown to a height of ten feet.
With this force, Qi Yuan rolled into a cylinder in mid-air, protected by a sword, and rushed out with a roar.
Along the way, the lives of three to four hundred monks were taken away again.
These people were sent back to their hometowns by the Demon Altar, and their records are being recorded.
"It's amazing.
It's a small sample.
You can't tell.
It really has two brushes."
Xiao Cheng stood in the distance, watching this scene without moving, without taking action, let alone panicking.
"Just watch the fun first, Qi Yuan, you will know how hard this battle is.
I am waiting for you to eliminate others and fight against me.
Don't let me down.
If I didn't take action, you would have been killed.
That would be boring, hehe."
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Xiao Cheng's eyes were filled with teasing light.
He watched the light of the sword go away, his disdain growing at the corner of his mouth.
"The big guy is chasing him.
He's injured.
He's going to die while he's sick.
If he can catch his breath, it will be even harder to deal with."
Someone roared, and everyone suddenly burst into flames.
Many skilled warriors jumped into the air and chased the attackers who had fled far away.
The air was full of explosive sounds.
Tens of thousands of monks chased one person, and the plains were shaking.
Qi Yuan looked back and speeded up a bit.
After a while, the distance between the monks fell away.
The fastest one in front was a chasing group composed of more than 500 people.
They were all waving weapons and magic weapons, shouting curses, and chased relentlessly.
Even Ben Xunsi knew that No. 56,000,000, who had a brilliant record, must be a terrifying existence in the Holy Realm to the outside world.
There was also a guy who was well-informed about the internal affairs of Shangyang Academy and knew his true identity.
The one who is crazy is Qi Yuan, who is ranked tenth on the Four Continents Hongmeng Ranking and is looking at the super genius who is about to be promoted to ninth.
How could such a guy usually have the right to chase him without taking advantage of the crowd to crush him?
This is the common mentality of these guys.
Shangyang Academy has a good hand in controlling the situation, but not everyone knows who the owner of this number is.
However, only one-fifth of them are aware.
Their eyes were all blood red.
How could they feel so happy when they thought of chasing Qi Yuan so hard that he could run away with his head in his arms?
However, they were happy early.
When Qi Yuan saw that he had distanced himself, he saw that there were only five hundred people with the fastest Qinggong skills, and his anger surged.
As long as they are not faced with attacks at the same time, there is no difference between five hundred people and a dozen, because there are always so many people facing them head-on.
It is impossible to face five hundred at the same time, so why hesitate to kill?
Qi Yuan shouted in his heart, stepped on each other's feet in mid-air, changed direction with a whoosh, turned around and faced the five hundred people to fight desperately, and the golden energy inspired by the knife in his hand swept the ground beside him.
In an instant, he met head-on with five hundred monks who were shouting and shouting.
Kill The great monk held the shovel high and held the shovel towards Qi Yuan's head.
With a roar, a water dragon shot out from the shovel.
This must be a disciple of Mahayana Buddhism.
Before the water dragon could hit him, Qi Yuan moved and whizzed, and countless afterimages appeared in all directions, all slashing at the great monk.
I go The great monk uttered a curse word and was so dazed that he could not mentally sense that it was his true body.
He was chanting Amitabha crazily when a golden light flashed like an electric shock, causing severe pain in his neck.
"It's over."
As soon as I had this thought in my mind, the next moment it was judged as a failure by the Demon Altar, and the soul was transferred away.
At the same time, more than a dozen attacks fell on Qi Yuan.
After all, there are hundreds of people, and they can hit him with random attacks.
Fortunately, it is not a vital point, and the Demon God Altar will not make mistakes.
The severe pain inspired Qi Yuan's ferocity.
After killing the great monk with one knife, his body was like a phantom.
Five or six hundred phantoms appeared in the field, all attacking the monks.
With just one contact, three hundred monks were hacked to death.
Qi Yuan was even more seriously injured.
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Seeing more monks chasing after him, he didn't dare to fight.
He fended off a lot of attacks, rolled in the grass and escaped from the attack range, and fled for his life again.
More and more monks came after them, and many of them were killed.
They all screamed angrily and spared no effort in the pursuit.
In this way, Qi Yuan escaped and killed at the same time.
During the fighting and killing, the number of one hundred thousand monks dropped like lightning, and within ten hours, only half of them were left.
At this time, Qi Yuan occupied a naturally dangerous place.
This is a valley with only an entrance and no exit.
Qi Yuan and his husband blocked the entrance of the valley to prevent all the troops from entering, and killed batches of monks who came up with his sword.
The mouth of this valley is only seven or eight meters wide, and Qi Yuan's knife is only three or four meters long.
When he swings it, the light of the knife shines here, and it is within the control range.
A pair came up to kill a pair, and the shouts shook the sky.
Xiao Cheng was at the rear, and Shi Shiran followed the monks, watching Qi Yuan's sword skills in his eyes, and constructing a countermeasure in his mind.
As soon as he fell into oblivion and thought, the golden body mark released his experience again
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