At this time, Qianyin couldn't support it a little, and when he saw that the ghost beast beside him was also panting, sweating like rain, the two exchanged glances at the moment of casting the spell, and came to a conclusion in their hearts They were ready to leave.
The rules of the Shura Gate do not stipulate that when fighting hard with the opponent, you must stick to the end, and how you can preserve your own strength is a deep-rooted concept in the hearts of every Shura disciple.
Foolish loyalty is always abandoned, and on the first day of entry, someone will stuff a thick dogma-like life-saving book into your hand, and after reading it every day, even a naturally loyal person will become much more judgmental.
Fighting until now, even the main protagonist of this battle, Impermanence, is nowhere to be found, why should the two of them who help the fist die.
Besides, the fight just now has already moved fundamentally, and I am afraid it will be difficult to return to the peak state without spending three or five years of cultivation.
Thinking of this, the two of them invariably increased their offensive, forcing the whistle stick man and Mo Mei to retreat again and again, this situation lasted for three breaths, and the two of them withdrew their strength at the same time, their bodies were shiny, and they merged with their natal objects and fled to the north.
The speed was astonishing to everyone present.
The most important reason why the Avatar Cultivator is not easy to fall, in addition to his strong means, is that he is extremely fast, and even if he can't beat it, he can run away.
Mo Mei looked at the young man with the whistle stick, and said softly: "I want to leave, but the girl's interest has already risen, and I am afraid that I can't let you go away like this if you don't play enough." ” Black light flashed on the two of them, and with the blessing of the black phoenix and the black panther phantom, they dragged out a long tail of light and chased towards the north.
The originally lively sky fell cold, and only the trace of energy left by the fierce battle just now that had not cooled was constantly stretched and distorted, leaving the last ray of light and heat in the world, and he was unwilling to withdraw from this sky.
Chen Yunsheng looked at the group of black Yin soldiers opposite, looked at the Tianshui City that looked dilapidated in the sunlight, looked at the soldiers who were trembling with fear, and thought of his mother being killed, his father died tragically, and an originally happy family was destroyed, thinking of Gu Siqin's father and son dying in battle, thinking of Ye Chuanyun's corpse not existing, thinking that Han Jiangyan was almost insulted even by the corpse, so many shadows of the Heavenly Dome Sect monks appeared in his sea of knowledge one by one, and a roar from the bottom of his heart blurted out, "Kill, kill, kill "Rush" Black Bone released an ice flower in the sky, and everyone in the Flame Hall shouted a punch word, giving birth to Megatron.
"Attack," Zhuge Jing shouted.
"Kill" Xue Li shouted, the fire guard was like a slow gear, slowly accelerating, rushing to the opposite side, but once the momentum was up, it was unstoppable, and any enemy who stood in front of the fire guard battle array would be crushed.
"Kill, kill, kill" The black broken intestine took three flying swords, rushed to the front, this kind of scene he will never forget for the rest of his life, even if he dies in the field, it can be regarded as a well-deserved death.
"Tear them apart" Luo Zhiqing waved his hand coldly, and the twenty wolf demons erupted into a landslide and a cracked howl.
The monks of the Shura Gate on the opposite side also had some movement, they let out a strange buzzing cry, and the black flags in their hands burst out with bursts of thick black smoke, and countless black ghosts could be faintly seen swimming in the smoke.
These ghost cultivators did not lose their fighting spirit because of the departure of the leader of the war, they were forbearing, cold, like a walking corpse, mechanically casting the established spells.
The two black-pressed lines pressed towards each other, the Flame Hall and the Heavenly Dome Sect on one side, and the Shura Gate on the other, and the two sides launched a white-knuckle battle that was almost hand-to-hand combat a hundred miles south of Tianshui City.
The rumbling war drums mixed with the shouts of killing were exciting, and the monks on both sides were like carps crossing the river, moving, jumping, and rushing to the opposite side.
The power of the black banner of the Shura Gate is not small, and the black wind released can eat the essence and blood of people, and normal people are wrapped in black smoke, and they will turn into dry bones without a stick of incense.
However, the restraint methods of the Heavenly Dome Sect are not less, Cao San has issued a long-range attack magic weapon for each monk, which is a simple machine crossbow, although the power is not great, but it is expensive in rapid fire, each person has a hundred crossbow arrows, which can be shot between ten breaths, such a speed is rare in the magic weapon, he named this machine crossbow Zhuge crossbow, the reason why it is called this name is to make a bet with Zhuge Jingyu.
Cao San insisted that his crossbow machine could shoot a hundred crossbow arrows within ten breaths, and Zhuge Jingyu expressed disbelief, as a result, Cao San won, in order to remind everyone that Zhuge Jingyu had lost to himself, he called the name of the crossbow machine Zhuge crossbow, who knew that later generations only remembered the name of Zhuge crossbow, but forgot that refining master Cao Zijian, and thought that Zhuge Jingyu invented this quite simple, but has a certain deterrent ability.
Thousands of crossbow arrows rushed towards the Shuramen's camp like flying locusts, and in an instant, more than three hundred Shuramen's Yin soldiers were pierced through their bodies.
But it didn't prevent these Yin soldiers from continuing to fight, as if they didn't know the pain of the puppet, they urged the magic weapon in their hands, and black dragon-like black smoke sprayed towards the Flame Hall, and in an instant, thirty monks were engulfed in black smoke, and it only took three breaths to leave only a puff of white bones.
Zhuge Jingyu watched the battle from a high altitude, and stomped the thunder fire beast under his feet, and the thunder fire beast that had suffered a dark loss just now was officially furious at this time, and a lightning bolt the thickness of a water tank shot out from his head, and at the same time spewed out a lava-like fire breath, that is, between ten breaths, there were hundreds of Yin soldiers of the Shura Sect buried under the thunder and fire.
Most of the cultivation and Dao methods of these Yin soldiers are not high, but the number is far more than that of the Heavenly Dome Sect and the Flame Hall, coupled with the perverted characteristics of not feeling pain, even if the arm is cut off, they can still fight, and the two sides are actually evenly matched.
From top to bottom, from left to right, there were battles everywhere for dozens of miles, with blood and bones everywhere.
In such a bleak situation, the partial sunlight is excellent, the clear sky does not even have a trace of flowing clouds, and the scenery of flesh and blood is blurred under the blue sky and white sun, except for the tragic or tragic.
Xue Li's claws clashed, tearing a Yin soldier into dozens of pieces, black blood and flesh filling the sky, making him feel sick.
When I turned around, I saw that Jin Furong was surrounded by three Yin soldiers, and she couldn't support it.
He couldn't help but hit the fire upward, and without even pinching the magic trick, ten fire crows appeared out of thin air, and shot at the bodies of the three Yin soldiers, and in an instant, the flames flew high, and the three Yin soldiers gradually turned into ashes in the flames.
Jin Furong patted her heart and took a long breath, this kind of extremely tragic fight was beyond the range she could bear, and smiled at Xue Liyan, the woman obediently hid behind him, becoming a little bird, of course, only at this time would she behave so cutely.
Cao San moved in the wind, kept shooting arrow feathers, his target was the head of the Yin soldier, each arrow was a sharp flash, hitting the opponent's head directly, only by hitting the head could the opponent be completely killed.
Of course, he also has to defend against the opponent's spells and black smoke at all times, and he is a little embarrassed after a few rounds.
After all, the confrontation between the two armies is different from fighting alone, you must pay attention to the battle formation, cooperation, no matter how high your cultivation is, there is a possibility of being hit by stray arrows if you are not careful.
Chen Yunsheng used Yuan Magnetic to tear open the body of a Yin soldier and pass under the dripping corpse.
At this time, more than a dozen Shura Yin soldiers rushed around, each of them was carrying a black flag, and bursts of thick black smoke rushed towards Chen Yunsheng.
He was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly manipulated the Yuan Magnet to freeze the black smoke in the air, and at the same time, Chen Yunsheng slapped his head, and more than ten black faces pounced on the Yin soldiers around him, and the soul method trembled at this time.
More than a dozen Yin soldiers trembled, and their bodies began to tremble, although they were not afraid of pain, they did not lose their emotions, and they could still be hit by Chen Yunsheng's trembling.
Taking advantage of the opportunity that the other party could not control his body, Chen Yunsheng released ten thousand golden spirit threads and easily cut off the heads of more than ten people.
Without waiting for the blood to stain his body, he rushed out, and when he looked up, he saw a white-clothed monk on the opposite side slashing the Heavenly Dome monk.
This person was holding a mourning stick in his hand, and the souls of dead monks were constantly being sucked into the mourning stick by him, and it was gloomy and miserable.
Seeing this scene, Chen Yunsheng's eyes were dark, and his heart was like fire, this person was the white ghost, the executioner who killed his father with his own hands.
A black unicorn suddenly condensed behind him, an unprecedented force bulged in his body, and the black beast patterns gradually crawled all over his body, Chen Yunsheng felt a burst of heat in the heavenly spirit, as if something was about to come out, but it was blocked by that layer of membrane.
He condensed a little Lingyuan in his hand, and slapped it towards the heavenly spirit, and suddenly felt that the Lingtai was clear for a while, and a knife was condensed in front of him, this knife was fiery red all over, about four feet long, and there were three blood grooves on the blade, the blade was sharp, the back of the knife was heavy, and the swallowing place was a unicorn head.
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Chen Yunsheng's mind moved slightly, and the knife fell into his hand, the weight was just right, and there was a slight vibration from the blade, as if it was a summoning to Chen Yunsheng.
"Qilin Slash" Chen Yunsheng saw a line of small characters inscribed on the knife, "This is my natal thing" The joy of getting his father's relics did not last long, and he had to face a strong opponent of Yuanying, affected by the two seizures, the opponent's cultivation dropped from the middle of the Yuanying period to the early Yuanying period now, but it was still a tough opponent.
The white ghost saw Chen Yunsheng, who was not far from him, and immediately gave up all his opponents and rushed straight to the other party.
He knew that this person was the one that the Impermanence Sect Master had been searching for, and if he could sacrifice him to Impermanence, he might be able to reduce Impermanence's anger at him.
After all, the punishment from him is usually extremely severe.
Two people with a strong purpose met together, there was no superfluous nonsense between them, this battle was extremely pure, it was life and death, there was no room for anything.
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