The moon enters the disk, and the clouds are like an angry sea.
Huh... Lu Chen breathed heavily, wiped the sweat from his brows, and slashed four times in a row with Xuan Yao. It was too difficult for him, and the last one almost missed.
However, the power of the sword-drawing slash performed in the extreme state was far more powerful than before, which was also something that made him extremely satisfied.
With a clang sound, Lu Chen wielded the black gold instrument knife. He felt that his legs were weak, he was sweating profusely, and his face was a little pale. This was a sign of overdraft.
Song Yu looked at the empty sky, breathed in the fresh air, and looked at the road ahead, "Boss, are you okay?"
She thought she was going to die in that terrifying corridor, but she didn't expect Lu Chen to use a knife to cut a bloody path for them.
"It's okay, you go down to help and stir up chaos inside them." Lu Chen shook his head, sat cross-legged on the high platform, and quickly turned the sun to refine the true method.
Fortunately, the Great Sun Fusion True Technique is not an ordinary technique, and it allows him to quickly recover his strength.
"Okay, Li Baishan, let's go!" Song Yu nodded and shouted to the people behind him, then drew out his Mo Dao and went straight towards the disciples guarding the mountain gate.
Lu Chen's words are of great significance to this team. Whether it is the rebellious Song Yu or the deep-seated Li Baishan, there is no doubt.
Wang Tu was even more motivated because of this. It was Lu Shen who had taken action in the corridor just now. He took the opportunity to recover from his injuries, but he was worried that he had no place to perform.
There were dozens of disciples standing ready at the gate, aiming their weapons at Song Yu. However, the leading disciple, who was only at the eighth level of blood, was killed as soon as he met her.
Although they used the fusion of weirdness to improve their strength a lot, they were completely unable to fight against a team composed of the ninth level of the bloodline realm.
A burly disciple brandished a big gun and wanted to sneak attack Li Baishan in the crowd, but was knocked away by Song Yu's knee. His chest was sunken, and he was instantly dead.
Song Yu picked up the big gun on the ground. The moment he exerted force on his waist, the sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded. The big gun was swung into an arc and swept away the surrounding disciples. The sound of bone cracking continued one after another.
Li Baishan recalled Lu Chen's posture, holding the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand, pushing the knife three points with his thumb, and mobilizing his aura with all his strength, "Look at me... draw the knife and slash!"
The disciple who rushed up in front was intimidated by his overwhelming momentum and unconsciously slowed down. Then he felt a cold feeling on the tip of his nose and an extra line of blood.
He looked at Li Baishan who was raising his Mo Dao, his eyes filled with a ferocious smile, "Fuck you, draw your sword, I will chop you."
Li Baishan dodged sideways, his wrist suddenly rotated, and the blade inserted into the man's throat, but his face was full of confusion, "The steps should be correct."
"Hahaha, Li Baishan, are you going to laugh me to death?" Wang Tu jumped up and kicked the two disciples away, looking at Li Baishan sideways with a strange expression on his face.
"Brother Li, I think the posture of holding the sword is wrong." Guan Chen said seriously. If he were not fighting at the moment, he would have the idea of studying with him.
"Really? I'll lower my voice and try again." Li Baishan nodded.
Song Yu rolled his eyes at the two of them angrily, "You can learn it just by looking at it. Just dream."
The dozens of disciples behind the gate posed no threat to them at all. Song Yu quickly cleared the battlefield and was about to open the mountain gate and rush into the battlefield outside.
But at this moment, the green bricks under his feet became soft, and a strong rotten smell hit his face. Song Yu quickly raised the knife and retreated.
I saw that on the lower side of the mountain gate, the mountain rocks turned into blood red, like wriggling flesh and blood, and a passage with a radius of ten feet opened, and a strong and strange aura erupted.
"Everyone, stay back!" Song Yu's face was solemn, and the surging aura reminded her of the previously unconscious monster.
Everyone pushed back one after another, and saw the hole shaking violently, and then a sharp claw suddenly grabbed the edge, and a monster with a sarcoma on its face crawled out.
It was on all fours, with sharp barbs on its elbows. Its movements were similar to those of a wolf, its mouth was protruding, but it still had a human face, and its eyes were full of animality.
Moreover, the aura emitted was clearly from the ninth level of bloodline realm.
Bang bang bang... Several sounds were heard in succession, and monsters were seen jumping out of the cave. They were all at the ninth level of the bloodline realm. At a rough glance, there were more than a dozen of them.
Moreover, monsters are still crawling out of the cave, and they are rushing towards the battlefield ahead. Judging from their number, there are more than a dozen of them.
"Damn it, why are there so many of them, and they are all at the ninth level of bloodline!" Li Baishan's expression changed slightly, and he took a few steps back again.
Song Yu stepped forward with his sword, "Form the Greedy Wolf Killing Formation and deal with the people inside first."
…
when!
The tip of the spear collided with the edge of the sword, and the violent force overturned the rocks. Master Zheng stood motionless in the strong wind, while Master Zha backed away with the big gun and crashed into the forest.
"You are no match for me. Surrender." The cold wind blew his robes loudly. Lord Zheng held his sword and walked towards him steadily.
"As expected of a veteran who has been fighting for many years, he is still so tyrannical even if his cultivation has fallen into the Dao Dharma realm." Mr. Zha coughed up blood, the hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and his arms were numb.
He suddenly laughed and narrowed his eyes slightly, "I am indeed no match for you, but how long can your old injuries last?"
Hearing Mr. Cha's rhetorical question, Mr. Zheng held up a sword flower and seemed to be at ease. He chuckled and said, "I'll hold on until I kill you."
"It will take a long time to kill me. I wonder how long Commander Song and the soldiers charging up the mountain can hold on?" Master Zha motioned for him to look to the other side.
The battle between Commander Song and Bai Hu was fierce, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Commander Song was at a disadvantage. Although he could occasionally fight back, he was just struggling to hold on.
And at the mountain gate, dozens of ninth-level bloodline realm beasts formed a meat grinder, not even the disciples of the Yushan Sword Sect were spared.
"What on earth are you sacrificing that requires so many lives?" Mr. Zheng frowned and reminded: "Don't forget that there is a road sink on my side."
"After escaping from my blood cave, do you think he can continue to fight?" Master Zha shook his head and chuckled, his arm shook, and the tip of his gun screamed.
"And... as long as this round of strangulation is completed, my plan will be completed, and he will take action when the time comes."
Master Zheng raised his sword to block, his figure was elegant, but his expression was much more solemn. If Commander Song was killed by the white tiger, he would have to fight two Taoist realms alone.
According to what the other party said, the more people died on the other side of the mountain gate, the greater the possibility of him completing his plan, and it must be stopped as soon as possible.
He thought he had the upper hand, but he didn't expect the situation to reverse instantly.
…
Outside the mountain gate, the fighting shook the sky.
The huge stone ball that ignited the flames rolled down the mountain, causing the forest to tremble and injuring many soldiers.
But the attacking team was extremely excited. They were not afraid of the checkpoints and had already attacked close to the mountain gate.
Just because the disciples of the Yushan Sword Sect panicked after the blazing sun appeared, and they were attacked from behind by Song Yu and others. Under the attack from the front and back, the morale of the army collapsed.
In the final analysis, this group of temporarily assembled sect disciples is nothing more than a ragtag group compared to the formal army.
Seeing that the rear area was breached and the Qianmen army became fierce, many disciples fled secretly and flew into the mountains and forests, trying to escape from the battlefield.
"It can't be stopped, and the back is also breached."
"What are you still doing? Run away!"
"But Mr. Cha has an order, and we must stick to it..."
…
Xiao Wuyan charged into the military formation, and when he saw the crowd fleeing without fighting, he felt emotion in his eyes, "Who would have thought that the encirclement and suppression, which was originally going to cost people's lives, could be fought so easily."
"It's all thanks to that sword light from before." Miao Qing had a complex look on his face, and said in a slightly jealous tone, "I actually made this kid succeed, and he also took the opportunity to break through the Taoist realm."
No matter what, this sentence is sour and has a strong smell of vinegar.
"Master Zheng has a keen eye for knowing people." Xiao Wuyan glanced at him sideways, but didn't say much. Miao Qing's current thoughts were pretty much the same as hers.
These people, who have not fought for many years and tried their best to achieve breakthroughs in cultivation, thought that at this age, reaching this position is already good.
Until I saw Lu Chen and was attacked at close range by such a city-level prodigy...
"Fortunately, the outcome of this battle has been decided." Xiao Wuyan had already arrived in front of the mountain gate. The remaining disciples had no intention of fighting anymore. Some even laid down their weapons and surrendered.
But at this moment, the ground behind the mountain gate trembled, powerful auras erupted, and a wolf-shaped monster on all fours rushed out.
Each one was at the ninth level of the bloodline realm. After a rough sweep, there were actually more than a dozen of them.
These monsters rushed into the group of disciples, killing everyone they saw regardless of whether they were friends or foes, as if killing was their only desire.
Seventeen, eighteen... Miao Qing's face was solemn. The wolf-shaped monsters that rushed out actually numbered eighteen, and their total number was only seven at the ninth level of the bloodline realm.
"Everyone, retreat immediately!" Xiao Wuyan raised his palms and retreated slowly. These eighteen heads at the ninth level of the bloodline realm were enough to sweep them all away.
Although the combined military formation is not without the power of a battle, the difficulty is that the terrain here is steep and it is impossible to spread out the military formation.
The narrow mountain path is only three meters wide. If everyone squeezes in here, they are destined to be unilaterally massacred.
"Damn it, how come there are so many of them, and their auras are so strong?" Lei Yang saw the group of monsters pouring out, and felt that their aura was particularly terrifying.
He has no doubt that he will be killed instantly if he meets him.
Seeing the group of monsters slaughtering the disciples of the Yushan Sword Sect and targeting them, Miao Qing felt sweat break out on his brows and bent his waist slightly in a defensive posture.
Just as the two sides were confronting each other, the monster bared its teeth and was about to attack, but screams were heard one after another from behind.
Tsk!
As the black gold knife pierced the head, the last monster at the mountain gate was killed by Lu Shen. Under his feet, there were more than ten monster corpses lying.
The young man held the blood-stained black gold sword and stepped out of the mountain gate step by step, walking toward the menacing monsters with steady steps and an expressionless face.
The sun melts the true method and restores him at an extremely fast speed. Although he has not reached his peak state, he can kill this ninth-level bloodline monster with physical strength alone.
I saw him stepping forward, cutting across with his sword, cutting off the attacking monster from the waist, pressing his white palm to the left, and crushing the head of the attacking monster.
The young man stood in the moonlight with a knife in hand. Under the gaze of hundreds of people, he strolled around and killed the eighteen wolf-shaped monsters one by one.
