Zhang Mingyuan was stunned, he couldn't imagine that at such a critical juncture, Luo Zhenshan still had to insist on ordering the attack on Evil Wolf Valley to have a moment of hope if he returned early, and he would be able to save a few of his fellow disciples who were exposed under the enemy's sword.
He shouted loudly, but no one paid attention, listening to the monks of the Wind Valley becoming crazy under the instigation of Luo Zhenshan, one by one, like killing red-eyed beasts, spitting out heavily, driving the light to rush towards the Evil Wolf Valley, rushing towards White Fang and Luo Zhiqing.
In the Valley of the Wolves, the Father and the Son depend on each other.
Looking at the approaching Listening Wind Valley monk, White Fang laughed miserably and said, "Son, are you afraid, I'm afraid we will die on this land today." ” "When I chose this barren land, I had the consciousness of death.
People will eventually die, and dying a few years early is no different from stealing a few years.
Luo Zhiqing said indifferently.
White Fang raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice filled with infinite sorrow and sorrow, and he pointed to the monk who listened to the wind valley and said, "Since they won't let us live, let's also take a few more burials." ” With that, he stood up, the light on his body skyrocketed, and a blue wolf phantom was about a few feet high.
There was an extra bone spur in White Fang's hand, about a foot long, emitting a layer of cyan lightning.
He landed on the ground with both feet, and instantly rushed in front of a foundation monk, and the bone spurs pierced directly from the monk's heavenly spirit and pierced through his chin.
As soon as he turned around, he kicked the corpse at a monk who was stabbing himself with a magic weapon, and at the same time threw out the bone spurs and stabbed at a Jindan monk.
The flying sword in the monk's hand flickered, and it collided with the bone spurs, sending out a cloud of sparks.
The white fangs were already closing in on the other Tsukiji monk, and the claws on his hands swelled, piercing the man's heart, and the blood in his heart was dripping down his arm.
Luo Zhenshan roared, and a hundred flame swords stabbed at the white fang, the sword was still a few zhang away from the other party, and the scorching heat wave had already made people's skin scorch.
White Fang pulled his claws out of the monk's body and quickly fled into the sky, but his speed was still a little slower, and he was stabbed in both legs by Luo Zhenshan's flying sword.
Two transparent holes the size of goose eggs were instantly left on his lap.
Enduring the severe pain, White Fang pinched an ancient magic trick in his hand, and the essence blood on his body instantly boiled, and the blue wolf behind him turned bloody, and a layer of blood light spread around his body.
Luo Zhenshan let out a loud shout, stabbing a hundred fiery flying swords at the white fangs, and at the same time, the magic in his hand was exhausted, and a hundred fire crows emitted a bright yellow light.
Monk Zhuji and Brother Jindan naturally bypassed here, and in order to avoid further casualties, they chose Luo Zhiqing, who was weaker.
With a wave of his hand, the layer of blood light was flourishing, and naturally formed a layer of blood-colored shield in front of him, and the flying sword and fire crow hit that layer of shield, emitting a bright and flickering light, and countless ancient and obscure runes shone in it.
"Blood Sacrifice" Luo Zhenshan alerted himself, this is an ancient code unique to the blue wolf clan, burning blood to improve combat effectiveness.
A muffled roar came out of White Fang's mouth, turning into a ball of blood light and rushing towards Luo Zhenshan, the speed was extremely fast, three points faster than the flying swords flowing around.
Luo Zhenshan threw out a piece of talismans, and these talismans naturally floated in the air, flashing with a faint light.
When White Fang's body passed around the talisman, the talisman erupted with a strong light, and then it burst open, and White Fang's body was instantly covered by a strong light.
Luo Zhenshan squinted and looked ahead, the other party would definitely die, as long as it was a person, no matter what magic was added, he would not be able to resist the continuous attack of the mid-grade explosive flame talisman.
But he was wrong, White Fang was not a human, but a wolf demon, with a domineering recovery ability, when he burned essence blood to release huge energy, that terrifying recovery ability was also improved to the extreme.
A thick arm stretched out from the light, and the claws on the five fingers pierced Luo Zhenshan's chest, breaking open his breastplate, leaving five deep scars on his chest, and blood gushed out, shocking.
Luo Zhenshan was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated, but saw the white fangs flying out of the bursting flames, he didn't have a complete piece of skin on his body, the bare muscles were red, and there were white tendons between the muscles, and blood was constantly oozing out of the muscles.
Luo Zhiqing used the Scarlet Heart Sword to cut off a foundation building monk, but he was stabbed by a Jindan monk's flying sword behind him, he inherited the recovery ability from the wolf clan, but he was injured too much tonight, and the scars left by this sword have not healed for a long time.
"Father" Luo Zhiqing shouted, wanting to rush from the side of White Fang, but was blocked by two Jindan monks, and the flying sword stabbed him in both ribs, tearing off two pieces of flesh and blood, but he couldn't stop Luo Zhiqing.
White Fang turned a deaf ear to Luo Zhiqing's call and rushed towards Luo Zhenshan like crazy.
Luo Zhenshan frantically injected the spirit yuan into the flame sword, and a hundred flying swords gathered together to form a huge flying sword, slashing towards the white fangs.
The white fang's claws were raised high and crossed with each other, blocking the huge flame sword that fell from the sky, his body was instantly knocked to the ground, the power of the flame sword was extremely powerful, the flames burned on his body, but it couldn't make the high head of the white fang lower.
Luo Zhenshan almost poured all the spirit elements into the flame sword, and the huge flying sword flashed with dazzling spots, forcing the white fangs into the ground as much as half a foot.
At this time, two Tsukiji monks sacrificed their flying swords and stabbed at White Fang's body, but they were blocked by the red light.
They were red-eyed, and rushed up with the flying sword in their hands, and the huge forward momentum, coupled with the almost full body of spirit yuan poured into the flying sword, made them stab the layer of blood light on the white fang's body with great difficulty.
Two swords crossed and pierced the ribs of White Fang, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
The two monks were ignited by the flames on Luo Zhenshan's flying sword, turning into two burning corpses.
"Father" Luo Zhiqing roared, but he couldn't rush over, he was surrounded by five swords in his body, surrounded by heavy monks, although the lifeless attack made him not die for a while, but he couldn't save his father.
Luo Zhenshan yelled, "Go die" With a terrible roar, the giant sword split the white fang in half, and the corpse was instantly enveloped in flames and burned into a layer of white powder.
The autumn wind blew, blowing the powder all over every corner of the Evil Wolf Valley.
Luo Zhiqing felt that his eyes were in a trance, and the loss of blood, severe pain, and the grief of losing his loved ones made him unconscious and collapsed to the ground.
Luo Zhenshan put away the flying sword and gasped for breath, this battle was not easy.
Listening to the hula of the monks of Wind Valley, they raised their swords and were about to split the body, but they were stopped by Luo Zhenshan, and people looked at this gray-haired old man suspiciously, not knowing what to do.
Luo Zhenshan said hoarsely: "It's too cheap to kill him like this."
Go and prepare two tree trunks, tie them in a cross shape, nail this beast to the trunk, bring them back to Tingfeng Valley to show the public, and then peel and fill them and display them in the Battle Spirit Hall. ” Luo Zhiqing was lifted to the cross-shaped trunk of the tree, and two broken flying sword spells were nailed to the wood through his wrists and feet.
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After witnessing this extremely tragic and bloody battle, Zhang Mingyuan was silent, he somewhat understood why Luo Zhenshan had to risk such a big price to annihilate the other party before he was willing to wave troops to the rescue, because the hatred between the two parties had penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
The four monks carried Luo Zhiqing onto a flying boat, Luo Zhenshan wiped the sweat from his face, his forehead frowned slightly, and he felt the five scars on his chest as hot as pain.
His eyes swept over Zhang Mingyuan, and he said coldly: "When I go back and see what the head says, I believe I don't need to teach you." ” Zhang Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, licked his chapped lips, his thinking seemed to stagnate, and he nodded blankly after a long time.
Luo Zhenshan snorted coldly and said, "In the future, if you do something sorry for your brother who died today, I will be the first to not let you go." ” Chen Yunsheng looked anxiously at the sky in the southwest, the morning glow was full of sky, but there was no light.
This is different from the result he predicted, according to the established plan, Luo Zhenshan, who was besieging Wolf Valley, should return to help quickly.
The Evil Wolf Valley side is at an absolute disadvantage, and will not take the initiative to delay Luo Zhenshan, if he does not come for a long time, then there is only one result, Luo Zhenshan gave up listening to the Wind Valley.
This result was something he didn't expect, it was hard to imagine that a monk could give up his home and family in order to destroy the enemy, he couldn't do this, but Luo Zhenshan didn't expect him to do it.
Cao San stood in the morning sun for a long time with the remaining seventy or so black armors, and he said impatiently: "How long do we have to wait, I don't think it makes sense to wait here."
After all, the monk had already told the monks besieging Wolf Valley about the attack on Listening to Wind Valley. ” Chen Yunsheng stared at Cao San's hand with several shining Naxu rings and said, "You have made a lot of money on this trip, will you die if you wait a while?"
Cao San touched the rings on his hand, and ran to the woods alone to check the strategic resources that he had looted.
At this time, Jiang Xueqin and Ye Sihan returned from cleaning the battlefield with Feng Wei and Lin Wei, the two of them were dusty, and the monks behind them were also covered with dust, obviously the battle was fierce last night.
Although Listening to Wind Valley did not organize an effective defense, it could not hold up a large number of people, Feng Wei and Lin Wei were responsible for the response of the two wings in last night's battle, and after the large-scale tugging last night, many people had a sleepy look on their faces.
Jiang Xueqin came to Chen Yunsheng and said, "Last night, Feng Wei and Lin Wei lost a total of fifteen monks, all of whom were buried in coffins and transported back to Taibai Peak.
After checking, last night attacked and killed 53 monks in Wind Valley, wounding more than 600 people, most of these people had their Dao foundations destroyed and could not practice in this life. ” Chen Yunsheng noticed that Jiang Xueqin's voice lowered when he said the last sentence, he met the woman's dim gaze and said: "If that Hua Sword attacks Taibai Peak far away, I believe it will not be so merciful, most of those fifty-three people are stubborn people, kill them, we can't watch them kill our people." ” Jiang Xueqin was silent, and she used her actions to express her agreement with what Chen Yunsheng said Please share aa2705221: