Chen Yunsheng's divine thoughts were released, and the feedback given by several spirit measuring points in the magic circle showed that many monks had already entered the woods in the southwest direction.
He didn't want to waste time for these hesitant monks in front of him, and was ready to take the initiative, as long as he scared the other party, they would naturally be like birds and beasts.
Wrapped in a yellow man, Chen Yunsheng escaped into the ground and came to the feet of forty people, ten zhang of earth isolated most of the spiritual energy, if it wasn't for the advanced cultivation, he couldn't sense that there were people under his feet.
Chen Yunsheng sat cross-legged underground, and a few curved and hard Yuan magnetic wires erupted from his body, swimming among the dirt as if they were nothing.
The Yuan magnet thread pierced through the dirt and went straight to the side of several monks in the air.
The metamagnetism emitted by these people is like the anxiety in their hearts, chaotic and distorted.
Chen Yunsheng shouted: "Thorn" Five sharp and tough Yuan Magnet Wires pierced these people's necks with lightning speed, which was the weakest part of the human body, and it was also the fatal part of the human body.
Only the "click" sound was heard one after another, and the necks of the five monks showed a very strange bend, as if they had been hit by a sudden blunt object.
When the bodies of the five fell from the sky, the others came back to their senses in horror.
After a brief silence, an even greater commotion erupted in the crowd, and these monks who had been raised by the people had been baptized by war, facing corpses, facing sudden death, like a swarm of headless flies.
No one wants to die, they could have enjoyed a better life as human beings, and beauty and money have always been by their side.
If you really can't change your master, it's better than losing your life.
At first, only a few people swam towards the edge of the island, and when they found themselves lagging behind, they no longer cared about their faces, and flew into the distant sky, as if they would die if they were one step slower.
Chen Yunsheng broke out of the ground, looked at the monk who was fleeing frantically, and smiled knowingly, this kind of battle to achieve the goal at the lowest cost was what he longed for.
If there is a head-on conflict, one person fights fifty monks alone, and his chances of winning are very small.
But the battle between the monks naturally has to add the environment, the terrain, the mentality, and all the factors that can be counted, if you look at it this way, Chen Yunsheng has an extremely 100% chance of winning.
After dismissing the swarm of flies, Chen Yunsheng returned to the woods, and by this time Kaishan had already killed all the monks who had entered the circle.
The two of them rushed to the southwest like flying, where they were guarded by Cangyue and Wuji, and they had never seen the strength of the two, and Chen Yunsheng was not very at ease about the southwest.
He knew that if the other party discovered that there was a huge amount of spirit millet on this island, he was afraid that the monks who swarmed there would trample the island to the ground.
When the time comes, it won't be something he can stop.
Along the way, Chen Yunsheng opened several sub-formations by the way, and the fog in the woods became thicker and thicker.
Passing like a ghost, he encountered the first enemy on the southwest road.
This monk had his back to him, his whole body was full of flaws, and his cultivation was in the middle stage of Qi cultivation, and it seemed that he had not been tempered by many battle formations.
Compassion for the enemy is a crime against oneself, Chen Yunsheng's originally pure heart has long become as solid as a rock, and the dragon blade quickly cut the monk's throat.
A cloud of water vapor swept by, the corpse fell to the ground, and everything happened so naturally, as if the sun would rise every day.
Along the shadow of a big tree, Chen Yunsheng felt the scorching of the battle ahead, the ground became uneven, and the more he walked forward, the more chaotic the debris on the ground.
"It's the moon."
In Chen Yunsheng's mind, Cang Yue was a thin armor warrior with a blade of moth eyebrow thorns, a magic weapon that was not used much among male monks, mostly used by scouts and assassins.
There was obviously already a competent scout among the Eight Guards, so Cangyue should be an assassin.
Chen Yunsheng has every reason to believe that the big man will not make two characters with the same role when making these puppets.
In his Yuan Magnetic World, Cangyue was as agile as a bolt of lightning, shuttling between trees and shrubs, and every time he struck, he could bring up a string of bloodstains.
Screams came and went, and this misty forest became a veritable Shura field.
There were two monks in front of him whose aura was particularly strong, and their cultivation was in the late stage of foundation building, comparable to Chen Yunsheng.
Their composure contrasted sharply with that of the low-ranking monks, one holding the portal with a sword, while the other looked around for a target.
The two of them looked after each other and slowly moved deeper into the woods.
Not wanting to dwell too much on this, Chen Yunsheng's mind was churning, and countless colorful rainbows suddenly appeared around him, and the monks in front of him stopped, and they fell into an illusion.
The bodies of the two were stiff, like two sculptures, and the straight upper body showed that the two of them were quite Taoist.
However, Chen Yunsheng is the king of this forest, and every angle in the eight directions is sealed by him.
As long as it is a monk who comes in, whether it is practicing qi or Jindan, there is only one way to die.
The man who killed the two monks was Kaishan, this loyal guard knew the meaning of his master, and although Chen Yunsheng did not give him any instructions, his intuition of war guided his actions.
It was here that a puff of smoke suddenly rose from the forest to the west, and a string of silver bottles cracked through the thick mist.
Chen Yunsheng hurriedly flew west, and in his thoughts, he sensed that Wuxian had fought with a Jindan monk.
On the premise that he didn't know his own guard, he was still a little worried about letting Traceless face Brother Jindan alone.
From a distance, Chen Yunsheng saw a nearly straight scimitar in his hand, and the mirror-like blade reflected the other party's face.
This is a middle-aged man who looks like he is in his thirties.
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The man didn't release his natal magic weapon, he could see that he was a battle-hardened veteran, and he knew that as soon as the magic weapon came out, he lost the opportunity to win by surprise.
The long knife burst into a silver sword, looking across the sky without a trace, and slashed out, and the crescent-shaped sword changed its angle and slammed straight into the opponent's head.
At the same time, his body quickly moved to the side of Brother Jindan, ready to strike the next blow.
The Jindan monk flew to the side without a beat, and although he dodged the sword, he came within the range of the attack without a trace.
The long knife slashed, and a golden long sword met the long knife, and a shock wave visible to the naked eye struck, and all the surrounding trees were broken.
Draw the knife without a trace, slash horizontally, like a cloud of water in the same industry.
That Jindan monk was not good at stubble, the golden long sword left his hand, protecting himself by his side, and at the same time, the magic trick in his hand had been played.
Chen Yunsheng sweated for Wuji, he couldn't be more familiar with the other party's tricks, it was clearly a thunderbolt.
If you are hit at such a close distance, the consequences will be unimaginable.
To his surprise, Traceless did not dodge, and the long knife slashed hard at the golden long sword.
There was no spark, no sound, and the long knife passed through the opponent's golden sword like air, and the oblique stab disemboweled the golden monk.
When Wuxian put away the long knife, the blue electric light in the other party's hand happened to be extinguished, and the time control was exactly the same, he looked back at Chen Yunsheng in the depths of the woods, and there were two scorching flames dancing in his eyes, as if to tell the master that among the eight guards, not only Kaishan is a master.
Winning a Jindan monk in two rounds does not mean that the opponent is much weaker than Traceless, and the monks move between them, and the difference between victory and defeat is often a thought, if the dead Jindan monk knows the secret in the Traceless Knife, the battle situation will be more anxious.
In the battle of the monks, winning by surprise is always the theme, and there is no difference between a hundred rounds and a one.
There is no fastest sword, there is no sharpest sword, on the battlefield, there is only life and death, success and failure, even the heroes of the famous world have times when they are plotted.
Many of the classics in the Heavenly Star Pavilion record the deaths of invincible heroes at the hands of unknown pawns, and the frontispiece of these historical classics is often accompanied by a sentence that has been circulating in the cultivation world for a long time, "Never underestimate your opponent, whether he is a monk or not." ” At this time, Cangyue had completed the massacre in the southwest, leaving behind more than twenty corpses, and the surviving monks in the southwest withdrew from the woods and fled the island in a hurry.
Cangyue didn't rush to kill them all, this was consistent with Chen Yunsheng's thoughts, I don't know if he understood his master's intentions, or the wisp of pride in his body made him disdain to kill the defeated opponent.
The four of them dispersed again after a brief meeting, Chen Yunsheng ordered Cangyue and Wuxian to go to the northwest to rush to the aid of the Crazy Knife and Tear, and he took Kaishan to the southeast to deal with the wildfire and the broken stream.
The wildfire was in the midst of a bitter battle, and the Northwest Phantom Array was broken by an elderly foundation monk because it was unattended.
The five foundation building monks besieged the wildfire, and these five people had a well-founded attack and defense, and they seemed to have cooperated together all year round, and they seemed to have a very tacit understanding.
One person moves forward, and one person always responds, casting some auxiliary spells to disrupt the wildfire.
One of them, an old man, was extremely difficult to deal with using a long red flying fork, which sometimes turned into a cloud of fire, and sometimes condensed into a sharp blade.
The spear of the wildfire turned into a boundless spear shadow, sealing every tiny gap in the front, back, left and right, forming an anxious posture with the five people.
Tearing at a distance, dealing with a Jindan monk and a Zhuji monk alone, the opponents from this direction are not good at stubble, it seems that the other party has already prepared, feints in several directions, and concentrates the main force on one side.
Suddenly, a foundation monk opened his hand and released a dozen shining crescent-shaped blades of light, slicing through the air at great speed and slamming into the wildfire.
The spear struck a blade of light as Wildfire's body rolled to the side, dodging the remaining four blades.
At this time, there were already people guarding his landing point, and a long sword glowing with cold light was like a demon hidden in the dark night, ready to choose people to devour.
Kaishan quietly rushed over.
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