The first floor of the ancient castle seemed to have been ransacked, the control hub that controlled the magic circle and the mechanism had been destroyed, there were scattered books and sawdust everywhere, and there were several corpses of the Listening Wind Valley monk Zhang Mingyuan quickly rushed up to the second floor, and found a seriously injured Listening Wind Valley monk leaning against the door, covering the wound on his stomach with both hands, but he couldn't stop the blood from flowing out, his face was pale and he was bleeding excessively.
Zhang Mingyuan rushed to the man's side, held him in his arms, took out a pill from the Naxu Ring and stuffed it into the man's mouth, after the cyan light flashed, the monk opened his eyes and saw that the clothes on Zhang Mingyuan's body were from the Wind Valley before nodding reassuringly.
"What's going on?"
Zhang Mingyuan asked.
"Suddenly, a group of black-armored puppets suddenly came, they didn't know the pain, but their combat effectiveness was extremely strong, and the monks stationed here didn't have time to organize defenses, and most of them died.
Uncle Qi Qi is still on the top floor, go and save him, he is besieged.
The monk said angrily.
Zhang Mingyuan put him on a flat floor and ran upstairs quickly.
The castle is littered with blood and corpses, and you can imagine the brutality of the fierce battles that took place here.
He quickly came to the top floor of the ancient castle, the most secret secret room in Tingfeng Valley, where some of the old secrets of Tingfeng Valley were stored, as well as the exercise books he had collected over the years.
It was found that the huge iron door blessed by the triple defense circle at the door was opened by a huge force, and under the dim light in the room, a monk from Wind Valley was covered in blood and faced five black-armored monks, and at his feet, there were still several black-armored stumps, as the seriously injured monk said, these black armors were lifeless, because there was no blood flowing out of the severed limbs.
Zhang Mingyuan roared, took out an electric sword and rushed into the house, cutting down a black armor in the midst of the lightning.
After the electric sword stabbed into Heijia's body, a huge resistance made him have to use all his strength to control the magic weapon to slash downward.
The black armor was stunned, and his limbs were still waving on the ground, looking extremely terrifying.
The middle-aged monk surnamed Qi nodded at Zhang Mingyuan, he was Zhang's junior brother in terms of seniority, and he was also a Jindan cultivator, and he was the highest cultivator stationed here this time.
The four black armors made a whistle, and suddenly more than a dozen black armorers of the same height and body shape burst out of the darkness around them, they held swords in their hands, emitting huge blades, and slashed towards Zhang Mingyuan and the monk surnamed Qi.
In the small space, there was no time to cast the spell, and the two were caught in a bloody battle.
An electric sword in Zhang Mingyuan's hand quickly swept past the neck of a black armor, making a tooth-aching grinding sound, and a dazzling spark burst out, and the head of the black armor was cut off.
But Zhang Mingyuan made a fatal mistake, black armor is not a human after all, and their weakness is not in the head.
The arms of the puppet with all limbs intact were still raised, and the huge chopping knife made a terrible roar and whistled with a fierce wind.
Zhang Mingyuan hurriedly retreated, but unexpectedly, his back hit the solid wall, and he couldn't retreat anymore, seeing that the horse chopping knife was about to fall, his heart suddenly changed from nervous to relaxed, and he just died left and right.
At this moment, the middle-aged monk surnamed Qi rushed in front of Zhang Mingyuan like crazy, and the two judge's pens were horizontal in the air, emitting a strong blue light, blocking the oncoming horse chopping knife.
After a sharp clash of gold and iron, the judge's pen could not hold back the momentum of the saber, but smashed into the shoulder of the monk surnamed Qi.
His left arm was instantly dislocated, and he drooped softly.
Of course, the other two black armors would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Cao San fully referred to the formation patterns on Kaishan's body in his design, although it was not as complicated as the sixteenth layer, but there were also five layers of magic array.
A black armor hit the shoulder of the monk surnamed Qi with his shoulder, and he was hit on a wooden frame like a sandbag, although the wooden frame fell apart, and the monk surnamed Qi also sprayed a mouthful of blood, unconscious.
Zhang Mingyuan roared angrily, the electric sword returned to his hand, he slashed horizontally, and a huge electric ray slashed along the wall of the room, piercing the waists of the two black armors, cutting them off from it.
There was a loud "boom", and half of the top floor of the castle was wiped out by his sword, and it was also pitch black outside, the autumn wind blew, and the sweat on Zhang Mingyuan's sideburns was cold.
The remaining few black armors formed horns to surround him, and the big knife in his hand swung from time to time, distracting Zhang Mingyuan's attention and making him unable to concentrate on casting spells.
Zhang Mingyuan's eyes swept around the castle, and his heart was cold.
Listening to the continuous firelight of the Wind Valley, it seems to be a sea of fire, and the fatal thing is that several places where the flames are soaring are all forbidden places on weekdays, such as the spirit stone warehouse in the west, the magic weapon warehouse in the northwest, and the precious material warehouse in the east.
Hundreds of black shadows roamed in the sky, rushing into the flames from time to time to slash for a while, and then hovering into the sky again, like a cruising falcon, and the monk guarding the Valley of the Wind was a lamb to the slaughter.
Although Zhang Mingyuan is lazy and scoundrel on weekdays, he can't stay out of it at this time, after all, this place is the place where he has lived for half his life.
After the vicissitudes of life, his face showed a trace of pain, he roared, and the light of the electric sword in his hand was maximized, and a lightning ray about three zhang long split out, and forcibly slashed the three black armors back three zhang away.
The encirclement formed by more than a dozen black armors was cut open, and he punched out a magic trick, turning into a purple lightning and flying towards the southwest.
Those black armor were stunned, and they didn't catch up, allowing Zhang Mingyuan to disappear into the sky.
In the sky above a barren grass, Cao San slowly put down the sunset bow in his hand, and behind him stood Chen Yunsheng, who was bound in black armor.
"Let him go like this," Cao San said unwillingly.
"Otherwise, someone has to go to the Valley of the Evil Wolf to deliver the message.
Our purpose is not to attack the Valley of the Winds, but to relieve the siege of the Valley of the Wolves.
Chen Yunsheng waved his hands casually in the autumn wind, as if he was waving goodbye to Zhang Mingyuan.
"It makes no difference to me.
It's very rewarding to hear that the centuries-old foundation of Wind Valley will be destroyed in your hands," Cao San said with a hint of mockery that even he didn't notice.
Chen Yunsheng shook his head gently, knowing Cao San's personality, he naturally wouldn't be angry, and said with a hint of sentimentality: "I can hear the sadness and misery in Zhang Mingyuan's long howl, how could I not be like this back then."
Don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself, but I just did it, and to be honest, I didn't feel good in my heart. ” Cao San smiled heartily: "Why do you think so much, I'm going to loot the strategic resource library of Tingfeng Valley, thinking of those white flowers, red copper, and black black iron, I forget all my troubles, if I can meet one or two pieces of colorful gold crystals, then I really even sleep with a smile." ” With that, he disappeared into the night sky of Listening to the Wind Valley like a gust of wind.
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Chen Yunsheng slowly sat on a large rock, quietly waiting for the end of this bloody and fire ransack.
When Zhang Mingyuan flew over the Evil Wolf Valley, the east was already white, and the battle in the Evil Wolf Valley was nearing the end.
Luo Zhen's twenty Jindan monks lost five, while eight or nine wolf demons were all killed.
Only White Fang and Luo Zhiqing were left trapped back to back in a valley.
Last night, due to the Qing of Baylor, there were only one hundred and fifty of the two hundred foundation building elites left.
Luo Zhiqing rushed into the crossbow team and casually grabbed the machine crossbow that had just been loaded with arrows and shot it indiscriminately, pitiful of these Zhuji monks who were good at long-range attacks suffered a lot of casualties.
At this time, Luo Zhenshan was arranging for the treatment of the injured, Luo Zhiqing and White Fang were already at the end of the crossbow, he was not in a hurry, but if so many injured people were not treated in time, I was afraid that Daoji would be ruined.
Zhang Mingyuan was disheveled, and when he appeared in front of Luo Zhenshan with dust on his face, he was really startled.
Although Zhang Mingyuan and Luo Zhenshan don't have good friends on weekdays, they still have a sour nose and shed tears when they see the elders of the sect at this time.
"Uncle Luo, I heard that Wind Valley was attacked last night, please go to the rescue quickly, I'm afraid it's too late."
Zhang Mingyuan said with a crying voice.
Luo Zhenshan was stunned on the spot when he heard this, and only reacted after a while, and said loudly: "Say what you say again, listen to who attacked Wind Valley."
Zhang Mingyuan shook his head sadly, he didn't even know who his opponent was.
Luo Zhenshan's brain was buzzing, feeling that the world was spinning, listening to the attack on Wind Valley, someone actually dared to attack Listening to Wind Valley, this matter was something he didn't expect.
"Uncle Shi, only you can save Wind Valley at this time, come back with me to help."
Zhang Mingyuan pulled Luo Zhenshang back to reality from the shock.
Luo Zhenshan forcibly calmed himself down, his eyes looked at the direction of Tingfeng Valley, if he hurried back, Tingfeng Valley might still have a glimmer of hope, after all, there were thousands of low-level disciples struggling between life and death.
He looked in the direction of the Evil Wolf Valley again, and within his sight, Bai Fang and Luo Zhiqing were snuggling up to each other back to back, recovering their spirit yuan.
If you retreat, you will forever lose the opportunity to kill your enemies, and those who die in repeated battles have no meaning.
Luo Zhenshan gritted his teeth, facing the northeast direction, that is, the direction of Tingfeng Valley, he bowed down, his forehead was tightly pressed against the soil, and his cheeks were also stained with a lot of dust, as if he had just joined the religion.
Luo Zhenshan Huo Ran got up, stared at the direction of the Evil Wolf Valley and roared loudly: "Everyone stop healing first, now our enemies are ahead, they are lingering under our noses, can you watch the two lost dogs swaggering in front of our eyes to heal, can you see two beasts with their mouths still dipped in the blood of the monks of Wind Valley standing in front of us?"
"I can't move with me to chop them up and avenge the monks of Listening to the Wind, and spill their blood all over this evil land, so that they will never be able to live.
Let their souls descend into the deepest darkness of the Nine Netherlands, and endure eternal torment.
So what are you waiting for?"
With a wave of his hand, hundreds of fiery flying swords flew up, and behind him, the ten Jindan monks each sacrificed their natal magic weapons, and for a while, the brilliant flying swords filled the sky, emitting a sharp whistling sound that pierced people's ear drums Please share aa2705221: