During the Longquan Society, the confrontations between the monks from the three major forces were mostly small-scale confrontations in the form of small teams.
Large-scale fights have been tried before, that is, a certain area is defined, and all the monks from all parties are thrown into this area for a vigorous fight.
But after trying this twice, all parties were unwilling to continue.
Because in such a fight, each party will suffer huge losses, and the costs are not proportional to the benefits.
Small-scale confrontations with small teams are different. Casualties can be effectively controlled, and if the monks guarding the mountain detect that something is wrong, they can evacuate and preserve their strength.
There are three types of teams. One is the defensive team, which sits on the mountain peaks to resist invading enemies.
One is the attack team, which takes the initiative to capture the enemy's hilltop.
There is also a safari team, which travels around and goes wherever there are bargains. If the opportunity is right, they will also cooperate with the attacking team to launch an attack.
Lu Ye was in the safari team.
There are only five people in the team, but all of them have good cultivation. Except for Xie Jin, who is at the fifth level, the other three are all at the fourth level.
Because the safari team is the team most likely to fight with enemies, the requirements for cultivation are relatively high.
Not only that, all five of them have mounts, which gives them great mobility.
Before dawn, Lu Ye met up with Xie Jin and others and got to know each other. There were four men and one woman in the team. What made Lu Ye feel troubled was that the woman who attacked him at night was actually there. After seeing Lu Ye, his eyes were shining, and he would wink at him from time to time.
The woman's name is Qiao Qiao'er. She is a recruited casual cultivator with a bold personality and extremely bold clothing.
The other two people are named Song Xie and the other is Tao Tiangang. Among them, Tao Tiangang is a disciple of the main sect of Qingyu Mountain, and Song Xie is also a casual cultivator recruited.
There was originally a fourth-level monk from Qingyu Mountain in this team, but he was killed recently, and Lu Ye came to fill the gap.
The mounts of several people are all different, some are riding wolves, some are riding leopards, and there is also a huge wild boar. The most egregious one is Song Xie's mount, which is a big scorpion, with a desktop-sized body glowing with metal. The glossy, high-upturned tail flashes with a cold light, which makes it difficult to mess with. I don’t know how Song Xie subdued such a monster.
Song Xie himself looked even more sickly, his skin was glowing green, and he looked like he was about to die soon. Lu Ye doubted whether this guy would die suddenly at any time.
In the mountains and fields, everything was quiet. The five people and five cavalry were waiting silently, each closing his eyes and adjusting his breath.
In less than a stick of incense, Xie Jin suddenly said: "Let's go!"
The four of them opened their eyes, got on their mounts, and ran in one direction under the leadership of Xie Jin.
On a hill over there, a group of Qingyu Mountain monks were fighting against the attack of the Qin family monks, and the scene was tense. Originally, the Qin family had been watching the excitement, but after Han Zheyue lost his temper, Qin Wanli could only mobilize his own men to participate in the attack and put pressure on Qingyu Mountain.
The task of Xie Jin's five-person team is to cooperate with his mountain-guarding monks to attack the Qin family's people. This reflects the strong mobility of the safari team.
However, not far forward, Xie Jin shouted: "Meet the enemy!"
The opponent's safari team has also been dispatched and is heading here. It won't be long before the two teams meet.
After a while, the enemy's figure was vaguely visible in front of him. The monks riding monster beasts moved flexibly in the mountains and forests, and the distance between the two sides quickly narrowed.
Xie Jin took the lead, Lu Ye and Qiao Qiao'er lined up on the left and right, Song Xie Tao Tiangang was further behind, five men and five cavalry advanced forward in an arrow formation.
When they were still thirty feet away from each other, spiritual power began to surge. I don't know if it was a tacit understanding or some other reason. Xie Jin and the fifth-level monk who was leading the opposite side each sacrificed a golden wheel talisman. When the spiritual talisman was activated, a golden wheel appeared. Arc Slash attacks towards the opposite side.
The sharp slashes caused big trees to fall down, and slash marks were plowed out on the ground. The monks from both sides moved to dodge the attacks.
When the power of the spiritual talisman was exhausted, the two monks faced each other head-on. Two long whips were rolled out from their respective teams. The light on the long whips flashed, and they were clearly spiritual weapons.
The long whips were twisted together, and with each exerting their strength, the two of them were pulled off their mounts at the same time. At one end of the long whip, Qiao Qiaoer looked at the other fourth-level monk with disgust: "What kind of whip do men play with? It's shameless! "
The monk remained silent, flicked his long whip to loosen the restraints, and hit Qiao Qiao'er all over the face. Qiao Qiao'er was not to be outdone, and the two immediately fought together, and even each other's mounts began to bite each other.
The fight between these two people was lively, and the others were not idle either. At the moment when their bodies crossed each other, at least six people from the two teams were knocked off their mounts.
In fact, monks are not used to riding their own mounts to fight. The greatest use of mounts is for transportation, followed by assisting in combat. It is difficult to show your own strength while riding on a mount.
Lu Ye also fell to the ground, but he turned over on his own initiative. In the head-on collision just now, a fourth-level opponent's body was chopped off by him with one strike. Although he was not injured, he was still quite embarrassed.
After finally standing up, Lu Ye rushed forward with a knife and slashed at the man's neck.
The man didn't react slowly and quickly raised the spiritual weapon in his hand to block. Unexpectedly, the sword did not fall completely, and the long knife stopped in front of the opponent's spiritual weapon.
The spiritual power surged, and the man suddenly looked up, and at a glance he saw Lu Ye raising his hand towards him, with a light red light glowing in his palm.
The sound of flapping wings sounded, and a fat bird suddenly appeared and bumped into the monk's arms.
With a bang, the spiritual power exploded, and the scorching breath filled the air. The monk screamed and fell out, his chest a mess of blood and flesh.
The bright sword light flashed across his eyes. The man was shocked and used all his strength to protect himself. However, there was only a slight pain in his neck, and his vision began to collapse.
Lu Ye had already sheathed his sword. He found that with the combination of spells, killing the enemy was much easier than before. In the past, even if he could kill such a fourth-level person, he would have to chop for a long time. A monk is not a piece of meat on the chopping board. What do you want? Cut as you please, they also have weapons in their hands and can block fatal attacks.
However, after a spell, it would be difficult for the opponent to block it unless he used some defensive talisman. When his mind was in a state of confusion, Lu Ye naturally slashed as much as he wanted.
Almost as soon as they met each other, a fourth-level cultivator fell under the sword of hatred. The battle for others had just begun, but it was already over for Lu Ye.
He exerted force with his feet and rushed to the nearest battlefield in a few steps. Here Xie Jin was fighting fiercely with an enemy fifth-level monk.
Both of them were military cultivators. They got off their mounts as soon as they met and fought closely. However, they were of equal strength and it was difficult to tell the winner.
Suddenly, there was a coolness behind the fifth-level realm. When the strong wind hit, he hurriedly lowered his head, and there was a sudden coolness on the top of his head. His broken hair flew flying, and a piece of his scalp was cut off.
When he looked up again, he saw clearly who had attacked him, and not far away, there was another tribesman lying in a pool of blood.
He was shocked. Someone died?
Suddenly remembering the news he had received before, he looked at Lu Ye in horror: "Is it you?"
He finally remembered that there was a guy who single-handedly destroyed the Tailuo Sect's territory two days ago. That guy seemed to be riding a big snow-white tiger.
It is said that more than a dozen people from the Tailuo Sect died, including one at the fifth level.
The reason why I didn't recognize Lu Ye before was because the Qin family had never had contact with Lu Ye before.
Xie Jin is not easy to deal with, but now such a murderer appears to help him, how can he be his opponent? I immediately thought of quitting.
However, it was not so easy to retreat at this moment. Lu Ye teamed up with Xie Jin to attack with force, forcing the fifth-level warrior to retreat steadily. In just ten breaths, the man opened the door wide.
Lu Ye had quick eyes and quick hands, and slashed out with a sword. The sword flashed with spiritual light and was blessed by spiritual patterns. When the blade fell, the man was disemboweled, screamed and fell to the ground.
The long sword in Xie Jin's hand shook continuously, piercing the opponent's wrist directly and cutting off the opponent's tendon.
With a clang, the weapon fell to the ground. Lu Ye's long knife flipped over and stabbed straight down, piercing into the opponent's heart.
When he drew his sword, blood spurted out. In the next moment, Lu Ye and Xie Jin flew to the left and right respectively, and there were still two battle circles on the other side.
Lu Ye rushed towards Qiao Qiaoer's battlefield. She and the male cultivator danced their long whips in a lively manner. The light on the long whips kept flashing. Qiao Qiaoer was whipped on the face, and half of her face was raised. It was swollen and a whip mark was very conspicuous, but her opponent was not much better, and it was unknown what kind of trauma he had suffered. His posture was a bit weird at the moment, his legs were clamped tightly, and his face was as pale as paper.
Seeing that he had lost two people, and the strongest one at the fifth level was dead, the male cultivator knew that he didn't have much time, so he forced Qiao Qiao'er to whip him, and the skin was torn open by the whip, and he took out a piece of paper from his storage bag. The magic talisman hit her.
The talisman exploded and turned into three glyph-shaped slashes, attacking Qiao Qiaoer in an instant.
Qiao Qiaoer wanted to hide, but couldn't. She hurriedly stepped back and tried to get a golden amulet out of her storage bag. At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed in front of her, with a flash of spiritual light, and something like a shield blocking the way. ahead.
Tuk-tuk-tuk... The three slashes fell, but failed to shake the shield at all.
The crisis was resolved, Qiao Qiaoer blinked at the figure in front of her, pursed her lips and smiled, but the injuries on her face made her smile look a bit scary and ferocious.
There was a rumbling sound, and a wild boar rushed towards him with the force of a collision. The whip-wielding male cultivator had just been whipped by Qiao Qiaoer. His muscles and bones had been broken and he could not avoid it at all.
With a crash to the ground, the wild boar knocked the male cultivator into the air, and the fangs at the corners of his mouth scraped off a piece of flesh and blood. When it landed, the fourth-level realm could only inhale and not exhale.
Qiao Qiao'er whipped down the whip, and the angry whip cracked the man's head open, as if it had crushed a watermelon.
On the other side, Song Xie's soft cough sounded. Beside him, the giant scorpion's pointed tail was poking a person, and it was raised high. The person was not dead for a while, and was still struggling violently. Blood and internal organs were constantly spilled, and the scene was bloody. .
