"We are born together, we die together, brothers go to hell, nine ghosts kill demons."
Song Ping roared angrily and killed a Baiyun disciple beside him: "Fight with all your strength. As long as Xiaolong can bring the news out, it will not be in vain for us to fight to the death."
Seeing the Chongxu disciple's body getting weaker and weaker, Song Ping slowly stopped and used his hands to ignite the last blood in his body.
A thick dragon roar sounded from Song Ping's body. Song Ping bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out his original essence and blood, summoning the ice dragon sleeping in the blood inside his body.
Roar……
With another strong roar, the ice dragon hovered directly above Song Ping's head and began to spray ice spikes and frost around him. Song Ping sneered and threw the reborn spear in his hand upwards, causing the ice dragon in his body to explode. The shadow independently controls the reborn spear.
"It's just a pity that we can't see the day when Chongxu Academy becomes stronger again."
With that said, Song Ping recalled the token and disbanded the Chongxu Spear Formation. Before anyone could react, he turned around and disappeared with his hands in hand.
When Song Ping showed up again to release his spell, he was already in the camp of the Wind and Thunder Formation. Their physical condition could no longer maintain the formation. If they continued to maintain the formation, it would only accelerate the death of Chongxu disciples. .
"Kill." Song Ping looked back at the Chongxu disciples, then immediately turned his head and started to kill everyone in the wind and thunder formation.
Now the Ice Dragon Phantom controls the reborn spear, and can barely maintain it in the face of the unmanned Baiyun disciples. As long as he can crush the wind and thunder formations in the shortest time, then there is still a slight possibility for the Chongxu disciples to break through.
But all this is a gamble, to bet on the Chongxu disciple's ability to withstand the siege of the Bi Yan Long Sword, the Wind and Thunder Double Blades, and the Baiyun disciples, and to bet on his speed in crushing the Wind and Thunder Double Formation.
Fortunately, Zhou Ran had stayed away from the formation in order to kill. Without Zhou Ran's guidance to change the formation, the remaining Fenglei disciples were only in the realm of breath regulation. Even with the blessing of the formation, they were no match for Song Ping.
At this moment, the battlefield was already in a delicate situation, with a strong smell of blood everywhere. Both sides began to exchange blood for blood and injuries for injuries. No one could return to help the disciples of their academy without killing all the monks in front of them.
One by one the monks in both camps began to fall.
Unlike Baiyun and Fenglei who don't care, as long as one of the Chongxu disciples is exhausted, as long as the person next to him still has a little strength, he will immediately rush over and tie that person to his body, and then pick up that person's body. The weapon once again struck the monk on the other side.
Although every time Chongxu disciples did this, they would be attacked by other academy disciples, leaving knife marks on their bodies, but no one gave up on the fallen Chongxu disciples and left.
"We are born, we are dead, brothers go to hell, Jiuyou kills demons." Chongxu disciples kept shouting angrily on the battlefield. There were only twenty or thirty people in the team, but at this moment, thousands of people were shouting out. The momentum of a person.
The Chongxu disciples fought with the determination to die, but after all, there were too many people in the other academies. Even though each of them had killed at least a dozen people, there were still hundreds of people behind to make up for it immediately.
In this situation, which is almost a wheel battle, fewer and fewer Chongxu disciples can stand up, and their progress is getting slower and slower.
"Boss, why don't we take action?"
Under a shadow, Lu Chen's second incarnation was staring in the direction of the battlefield. They had been waiting here for a long time.
Seeing the Chongxu disciples who were on the verge of reaching their limit, the second incarnation said anxiously: "With the three of us, we can definitely defeat that group of people. How long do we have to wait?"
The first incarnation, Lu Qing, looked at the battlefield in the distance. There were only seven or eight Chongxu disciples left standing. Behind them, one person was carrying four or five serious injuries and was on the verge of death, but he still wanted to pick up the Chongxu to chop with the fog. Virtual disciple.
Lu Qing sighed heavily, pursed his lips and said: "We still need to wait for an opportunity. The body said that the accumulation of Chongxu disciples has been very deep, and they have been given a lot of resources before, but their breakthrough is still so slow. , it’s just that I missed that opportunity.”
"It takes ten years to drink Qi and one hundred years to adjust the breath. Isn't it normal for slow breakthroughs in this era? Not everyone of them is like the original body. There are so many resources behind them that can be used, and..."
The second incarnation did not understand. Seeing that one of the Chongxu disciples fell down again, he said even more anxiously: "And I see that their improvement speed is not slow. They have improved to three or four realms in two months. This was all them before." It’s unimaginable.”
The third incarnation stood aside, listening to the conversation between Lu Qing and the second incarnation. He was silly and happy, and began to sway his body as he thought about himself.
His mind had not yet fully awakened, and he could not understand what the two of them meant, so he could only do his own thing like a child.
"Have you forgotten that the main body gave them the Green Emperor Sacred Tree brand? With that brand, their chance physiques have long been different from before."
Lu Qing glanced at the third incarnation, patted his head gently, and continued: "They should have broken through to the lowering Qi realm long ago, but they have not shown any signs of breaking through. Why do you think this is? .”
"Can't they get rid of the bottleneck and integrate the imprint of the Green Emperor Sacred Tree?"
The second incarnation stretched out his right hand, where a small Green Emperor Sacred Tree was brewing: "As long as the opportunity comes, they will naturally integrate the brand to truly break through the lowering Qi realm, and then we will be able to appear."
"Yes, this opportunity will come soon. We just need to be ready to take action at any time."
Lu Qing smiled at his second incarnation Mingwu. When he turned his head, he saw Nan Tian's sword falling rapidly. Lu Qing directly made a seal with both hands, and the spiritual energy in Tianchi began to surge rapidly.
It was at this time that the last few Chongxu disciples who could stand began to be overwhelmed by the three academy disciples. They were defeated again and again, and their injuries quickly increased.
Song Ping, who was fighting in the twin formations of wind and thunder, was seriously injured in the previous battle. Not only was his bloodline depleted many times but his spiritual energy was extremely exhausted, and the speed of his attacks gradually slowed down.
The disciples of Fenglei Academy also discovered this, and kept retreating and attacking Song Ping from a distance, trying to kill Song Ping by flying kites.
"We are born together..., we die together..., brothers go to hell..., Jiuyou kills demons..."
The last Chongxu disciple couldn't hold on any longer. He hit the ground with his spear in his hand and knelt down with a bang. He was currently guarding in front of a concave low mountain. In the concave hole, he was lying on his back. Those Chongxu disciples who were seriously injured and on the verge of death.
"We are Chongxu disciples, we are the horse hunting corps, we are all horse hunters..."
Although this disciple spoke intermittently, he still had to use his loudest voice to shout out those words: "We are born together..., we die together..., brothers go to hell..., Jiuyou kills demons..."
In the distance, the disciples from Baiyun Academy slowly stepped forward. Seeing that the last person in Chongxu was kneeling on the ground, a smile appeared on his face, ready to rush forward and harvest the heads of Chongxu's disciples.
"A round mountain pit, hahaha, you guys are really good at choosing a place. You actually chose a Feng Shui treasure place as a tomb for yourself."
Zhang Shuang looked at all the Chongxu disciples who were seriously injured and were lying in the middle of the mountain. He looked up to the sky and laughed, and smashed the green flame sword in his hand directly into the mountain.
"Do they deserve a Feng Shui treasure land? This is just a hill. Let this hill be their tomb."
Zhou Ran also laughed while looking at the Chongxu disciples. Regardless of whether the Fenglei disciples behind him were dead or alive, he held the Fengling double blades in both hands and slashed directly towards the mountain left and right.
"No..." Song Ping watched everyone in Chongxu fall down. He roared angrily and wanted to rush back, but was blocked by the skills of Fenglei disciples.
"You are thinking of leaving now? It's a pity that it's too late. It's time for you to die." The Fenglei disciples insisted on flying kites. When Song Ping took a step forward, they took a step back. When Song Ping took a step back, they took a step forward.
"Asshole!!" Song Ping cursed angrily, but there was nothing he could do.
He has always used long spears, and there are very few long-range spells. Under the siege of so many Fengling disciples, under the attacks of spells from all angles, and under this shameless kite-flying style, Song Ping He is getting more and more angry.
The disciples of Baiyun Academy rushed faster and faster. They all wanted to take advantage of the Chongxu disciple's serious injury and kill one of them so that they could go back and explain to Wen Ziming.
But at this moment, the Baiyun disciple who was rushing to the first place suddenly heard a powerful voice: "We are born, we are born, we die..."
This Baiyun disciple thought that when Zhang Shuang and Zhou Ran bombarded the mountain, the sound was so loud that he misheard it. He stopped and listened carefully, but he did not hear any sound.
Then he cursed angrily and pretended to be a show off, picked up the weapon again and charged forward.
But at this time, a voice sounded in his ears again, this voice was more powerful, and it was not just him, many people behind him heard it: "Brothers go to hell, Jiuyou will kill the demons."
These Baiyun disciples had doubts and slowly stopped beside the Chongxu disciple who was kneeling on the ground with a pestle and a spear.
"Did you hear that? It seems that there are Chongxu disciples talking around."
"I heard it. That person is very powerful. He may have been hiding in secret before. Everyone, please be careful."
The Baiyun disciples picked up their weapons and scanned the surroundings, but they did not realize that the Chongxu disciple kneeling on the ground was gaining momentum and the injuries on his body were being repaired.
"We are born together, we die together..., brothers go to hell, nine ghosts kill demons"
Another sentence rang out, and some Baiyun disciples who were close heard the source of the sound and immediately shouted: "It's him who is saying, you all come here, that voice is coming from him."
Just when the Baiyun disciple called the other disciples, the Chongxu disciple who was kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head. The deep wounds on his body had been completely repaired, and his spiritual energy had also recovered a lot.
