It's really weird to chase and escape.
"Are all the current sixth-level mountain builders so powerful?" After a battle, a captain glanced at the battlefield, only to find that several captains around him who were similar in strength to him were actually running away, especially in the sky above their heads. , the captain actually saw his boss running at full speed, and Mu Mu was shocked.
"This kind of fluctuation..." The captain's expression became serious after seeing the aura of the person who was following the leader.
"A special race, if this is..." The captain really wanted to say that he would absorb it, and I'm afraid he would advance to the next level, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back. The leader was running away. Is it possible that he still wants to absorb it?
While the captain was stunned, Yang Zhen had gone crazy, and the golden divine light kept shining on the battlefield. Without the cultivators at the peak of the mountain-building realm to stop him, Yang Zhen was almost a god on the battlefield, and Canglan's hegemonic body was also destroyed by Yang. I was pushed to the limit again and again.
"It's great!" Yang Zhen pierced the pursuing captain with a halberd and held it at the tip of the halberd. The hearty battle made him feel the fighting spirit surging in his body.
He himself had never thought that he could really improve his strength in battle, especially the surging will to fight, which was becoming clearer and burning in his body. Along with the golden divine brilliance, it gradually burst out.
Yang Zhen had already started looking for the next target, and soon spotted a captain, who was the one who was stunned just now.
"Kill!" A loud sound shook the sky, as if the dark clouds lingering between heaven and earth were shaken away.
"I..." Awakened by the sound of being killed, the captain actually ran away as fast as he could when he saw the golden light coming to kill him. Just now, he was laughing at other captains, but he didn't expect that it would come true for him so soon.
The magic wheel was hovering behind him, but he could no longer think of any resistance.
Escape, only one thought.
"It's too scary..." The captain choked and ran for his life.
"A bunch of people who bully the weak and fear the strong..." Yang Zhen laughed, his sky-high pride lighting up the darkness along with the surging fighting spirit.
The captain also felt bitter in his heart. This kind of opponent, this kind of genius, unless the leader takes action or uses wind and thunder to explode. The wind and thunder exploded, but he had no right to interfere. As for the leader's action, he, as a captain, had no right to interfere.
Let's run away... The captain didn't have any thoughts of resistance in his heart. Didn't he see that the opponent was holding a captain with the same cultivation level and the same identity as himself...
There are always such scenes in the sky occasionally, but in terms of the situation on the entire battlefield, they are still at a disadvantage.
"Yin Feng Mie..." When he is not prepared, an iron chain will stretch out and insert into the cultivator's body, and then he will quickly turn into a mummy.
The fierce cranes chirped, and the constant aura of death swirled, turning the entire Yinfeng Plain into blood. In the dark night sky, it looked more like a layer of hell trembling.
He screamed in agony, as if he was undergoing the most severe torture.
The blood flowed gurglingly, like a boiling oil pot, and bursts of surging spiritual power kept stirring the blood.
"Ah..." A student from Bing Ning Valley occasionally used the flash of light to glance at the ground. He was instantly frightened and his face turned pale.
"Xiang Ning, what's wrong?" A teacher from Bing Ning Valley hurriedly turned around.
"Teacher, look below, below..." The student pointed downwards, trembling with fear, and his fingers were trembling and trembling.
"Xiang Ning, just get used to it, get used to it. The teacher came here the same way back then, but he was not as lucky as you. The teacher at that time could only force himself to survive in a pool of blood..." The teacher had a look on his face. Sadly, she recalled the scenes that she never wanted to recall. The bloody scenes kept overlapping with what she was seeing now.
"Teacher..." Xiang Ning wanted to say something else, but seeing the pain on the teacher's face, she didn't know what to say.
"Kill the enemy!" The female teacher's face soon turned into determination. After the pain, if it does not die, it will only become stronger. It is obvious that this teacher is such a person.
"Yes!" Xiang Ning nodded solemnly, controlling the spirit sword in her hand, constantly shuttled through the whistling magic wheel, looking for enemies.
There were corpses everywhere, and the battle was still going on. It had been close to five hours. This was undoubtedly a long-lasting battle.
General Hao was exhausted to the extreme, but for the sake of the entire team and to intimidate the enemy, he could only stand and take a strong breath. At this moment, he could no longer speak loudly, because once he spoke, his energy would be leaked, and His will fall with it.
There are nearly 50,000 cultivators on both sides, but at this moment, less than 10,000 are able to fight, and the casualties can be imagined.
"Kill..." In the direction of Shenfeng Academy, a practitioner of the fourth level of the Mountain Building Realm crawled out of the crowd. There were corpses all around, and there were blood stains everywhere.
Although he survived, he saw a ring on his hand, and he also wore an identical ring on his hand.
"Brother..." The younger brother cried out in pain. Just as he was charging, his older brother, in order to keep himself alive, withstood a blow from the magic wheel, and was stabbed by Yin Feng Mie, becoming one of the mummies.
And he survived, but being alive was sometimes more uncomfortable than being dead.
"Brother..." Heart-wrenching pain, his brother has reached the peak of the sixth level of the Mountain-Building Realm, and is only one step away from surviving the five declines of heaven and man and reaching the seventh level of the Mountain-Building Realm. But now...
"Why, why are you so stupid..." The younger brother cursed, but he could no longer revive his elder brother.
"Stand up..." The hero flew over. The black and white long knife in his hand was only blood-red. A pair of eyes flashed with brilliance. He faced his painful brother and shouted harshly: "If you are just so cowardly, , your brother's death, you are the sinner..." The hero's voice contained a rebuke.
"This is a battlefield, not a time for indecision. If you can't understand why your brother chose to protect you and died, then don't live anymore. I'll give you half a quarter of an hour. If you can't figure it out, I will send you to see your brother. ..." The hero is very angry. In order to protect this crying brother, Kamikaze Academy has lost five strong men. This is a painful price, and the hero has to step forward.
Otherwise, more Kamikaze Academy students will be ruined here.
"Kill!" The hero led a team of nearly ten people, surrounded the younger brother in the middle, and took action against the Dark Wind Messengers who were constantly rushing around.
These Dark Wind Messengers were definitely not ordinary people who could survive a fierce and fierce battle, especially after they had been fighting for five hours and everyone was exhausted. After one blow, they left across the ocean.
"Leave something behind!" The hero shouted coldly. The long knife in his hand was extremely fast and had already exceeded the speed of sound. A simple knife slashed at the back of a Dark Wind user with endless knife intent.
Buzz!
The violent roar went away with the black shadow, but the Dark Wind Messenger under the black robe left a mouthful of blood essence in the air.
"It's so scary..." The Dark Wind Messenger's mouth trembled as the magic wheel was chopped into pieces with a knife and suffered backlash. He felt a terrifying mood in the knife, as if a tiger was entrenched.
But it was too late to think about it, for fear of him catching up, I hurriedly ran away.
"Hmph!" The hero snorted coldly. He was very satisfied with this sword. His artistic conception was finally almost condensed. The hero felt that it was time to make a breakthrough.
"Okay, whether to stay or kill the enemy, tell me your choice." The hero turned to look at his brother who had slowly stopped crying.
"I want to avenge my brother." The younger brother said, a murderous intention emerged from his body, and his eyes gradually turned blood red.
"Okay, follow me and I will give you a chance." The hero took his younger brother with him and continued to support him on the battlefield.
The square formations of the six major colleges are getting smaller and smaller, and even in the direction of the long military camp, there are only a few left, but they are still fighting.
General Hao's heart was bleeding, because these students from the six colleges were all geniuses, but these geniuses could only stay here forever.
He has hated Yinfeng Valley for more than sixty years, but Yinfeng Valley is still as cruel as before, or even worse than before.
The night was extremely dark.
It was the dark night before dawn, and I couldn't see my fingers. Only screams echoed throughout the Windy Plains.
Occasionally, if there is an uncertain aura flashing, they will be immediately stared at by the surrounding Dark Wind Messengers, and then they will attack in groups.
"The situation is not right..." General Hao said after a short rest. Although he could not recover much, he gradually gained strength and immediately noticed the problem in the environment.
"General, we..."
"The night has become their cover, and dawn will come soon, but in this short moment, many of us may die..." General Hao was no longer able to mobilize the battlefield, and only hoped that this short night would pass quickly.
At this time, suddenly in the dark sky, a thunder exploded, and the target was in the direction of Changjun camp.
"No...poof..." General Hao shouted, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, dyeing the broken armor on his chest red. His face turned pale, and he looked helplessly at the place where the white light shone, and said with a trembling voice: "Changjun camp... Changjun camp, I'm afraid... there's a lot of misfortune..."
"General, general..." Two guards immediately helped General Hao up and swayed in the air.
The ultimate white light, like the dawn of dawn, completely exploded in the crowd.
"ah……"
"mine……"
"..."
Blood was rolling, flesh and blood were flying, and countless corpses were annihilated in the white light.
The violent roar completely broke the brief silence.
The square formation belonging to the Changjun camp, with a radius of one kilometer, was completely transformed into a hell on earth.
The white light was filled with blood.
"It's a wind and thunder explosion..."
Yang Zhen faced the direction of the explosion and exclaimed.
"ah……"
The screams echoed as if across the entire Yinfeng Plain.
Severed limbs were flying, spiritual power was plundering, and energy was surging, constantly spreading in the sky.
"Changjun camp...it's over..."
A teacher from Bing Ning Valley looked at it in a daze, feeling frozen in sadness for a long time.
"Unexpectedly, Yinfeng Valley can be so cruel, not even sparing his own people..." The hero was too late to support him, and was blocked by such hot white light five miles away, unable to move forward any further.
"Teacher..." Among the dark clouds high in the sky, Dongfang Ye felt the violent fluctuations coming from below. He stared at the explosion and instantly saw the explosion coming from the direction of Changjun Camp.
"Ah..." Although Dongfangye survived, he felt infinitely sad at this moment. Although he didn't have much affection for Chang Junying, his teacher was not among them, but his teacher was in the square formation. How could his teacher survive such a violent white light?
"Death, die." The silver wolf roared, penetrated the clouds, and finally found the leader hidden in the clouds. He raised his hand and grabbed it. The silver arc was like lightning, and he quickly grabbed the leader's shoulder. .
One grip.
Click.
The sound of breaking bones was heard.
"Ah..." the leader screamed.
"Go to hell." A punch followed, and the angry Dongfang Ye no longer had to restrain or suppress his emotions, and completely transformed into the Howling Moon Sirius.
"Ouch!"
