In the early morning of this day, strong winds swept the gravel and flew to the west. The two armies from the north and the south were charging at each other. They were separated by a hundred feet (the farthest distance of the spell is mostly within a hundred feet). The Fallen Leaf Sect's army totaled 15,000 people. The person standing on the high platform was Zuo Zhiwei. There was something behind him, wrapped in a large piece of purple cloth, like a living thing still squirming.
On the Qingshan Peak, with Mu Ziyun in front and Zheng Qiao guarding behind, there were about 8,000 people.
Mu Ziyun and Zuo Zhiwei were majestic, with their hands on their chests. They looked at each other with murderous intent in their eyes. Neither of them fell asleep yesterday. After learning that their opponents were each other, they not only ignited Fighting spirit, but also a little worried, they all felt that this battle was not completely sure.
"Ziyun" Zheng Qiao shouted from behind.
After hearing this, Mu Ziyun did not look back. He raised his feet and rose vertically into the air. He stared at Zuo Zhiwei, grinned evilly, and softly shouted: "Qingfeng Mountain."
"Qingfengfeng!" The loud voice resounded thousands of miles away, and the disciples of Qingfengfeng below were all full of energy.
Mu Ziyun then raised his voice and spoke again: "Qingshan Peak!"
"Qingshan Mountain Peak!" The strong wind gathered the shouts of the Qingshan Mountain Mountain disciples together.
Mu Ziyun crossed his hands in front of his eyes, suddenly opened his arms, clattered, and opened the fire step, and then Mu Ziyun shouted angrily toward the sky: "Qingshan Mountain Peak!"
All the disciples and elders, including Zheng Qiao, clenched their fists, stamped their feet on the ground, and shouted with all their strength: "Qingshan Peak!"
Mu Ziyun looked down at Zuo Zhiwei with a condescending attitude. Not to be outdone, Zuo Zhiwei tore open his clothes to expose his skin, pressed his fists together, and gritted his teeth. All the muscles and bones on his body were highlighted, and there were blood lines everywhere on his skin. His whole body glowed red, and his disfigured face looked like a devil under the red light. The long gray glove on his right hand was the sect's treasured treasure, Soul Retriever.
Boom, boom, boom! Boom! Boom, boom, boom! The Fallen Leaf Sect's army began to vibrate, and one person roared first, followed by roars one after another. Their faces were ferocious, and their eyes were bloody. They all looked like wild beasts about to escape. If they exerted a little more force, they would rush over.
The cold wind blew by, the voices of both sides stopped, and the battlefield stagnated for a few breaths. Then, in the Qingshan Mountain Army, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old held up a giant crossbow picked out from the tools of the Bailian Weaponry. , after being instilled into Wugang, he aimed it at the sky above Luoye Sect, and went out with a bang.
The sound of arrows breaking through the wind ignited the battlefield again. In the sky above the center, Mu Ziyun and Zuo Zhiwei, the two leading young men, collided with each other in an instant. The steel and iron bones and the flaming lava formed in the air. A dazzling light cocoon, and then the light cocoon exploded. The two guys waved their fists and feet at a speed invisible to the naked eye. The disciples of the two armies howled and rushed towards the opposite side amid the splashing of sparks.
In the first impact, more than 300 people died on both sides. Everyone in Qingshan Mountain followed the previously planned plan, forming a group of ten people, with one person as the core. If the core died, they quickly found the next core and did not care about advancement. The speed left a gap between the groups, put in the disciples of the Fallen Leaf Sect, and then waited for an opportunity to strangle them.
The Fallen Leaf Sect was extremely domineering. Everyone was minding their own business, roaring and rushing forward. A few powerful guys broke through several groups of people on Qingshan Peak in an instant. After all, they had just survived the war, and they were addicted to it in their bones. Blood.
The second impact came immediately. The young disciples retreated in rows. All the elders and older disciples used their lifelong learning and used martial arts towards the front. Blood sprayed everywhere, and Qingshan Feng used this to cover the Luoye Sect's people by thirty feet.
But the counterattack of the Fallen Leaf Sect that followed was really cruel. A group of 'fully armed' people stepped on the arms of their companions, and then were thrown into the sky by their companions. They landed inside the Qingshan Mountain Army. Before they could wait, The people of Qingfeng Mountain took action, and they turned around on the spot. Every time they turned, dozens of flying knives were shot out from above and down their bodies. In an instant, a large number of Qingfeng Mountain's disciples fell down.
Those spinning people formed more than a dozen 'whirlpools' in the Qingfeng Mountain army. After the flying knives were finished, they held the last knife in their hands and forced to pull the person on the back, and then they were killed together. The suicidal attack caused Qingfeng's formation to be in chaos, and the morale of the army began to turmoil.
Mu Ziyun in the sky was always paying attention to what was going on below during the high duel with Zuo Zhiwei. He knew that Qingfeng Mountain was frustrated and was anxious. He spit out a ball of flame from his mouth and exploded between the two of them. After being separated from Zuo Zhiwei, he Immediately, two huge fire claws formed above the Luo Ye Sect's army, and then covered them heavily. The scorching flames rekindled the confidence of these Qingshan Mountain boys who were new to the battlefield, and they howled towards Luo Ye. Zongfang rushed towards him.
Bang! Mu Ziyun's distraction gave Zuo Zhiwei an opportunity, and he hit Mu Ziyun's chest hard with his stone-like fist. Zuo Zhiwei's eyes were cold and cold, and he opened his mouth and said: "Hmph! Looking for death! "
A stream of blood surged out of Mu Ziyun's throat. He stared at his scorched yellow eyes. He swallowed as hard as he could. When he opened his mouth, a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Mu Ziyun said murderously: "It's just that I was chased around. You were a wild rat before and you are now! If you want me to die, just use more force!"
"Ah" Mu Ziyun clenched his fists and shouted, turning into a burning man in the blink of an eye. The flames rotated rapidly under him, turning into a whirlwind, gradually rising to a hundred feet, "The flames will become the sun and me, fire, I will hold you up in the gray sky... life above the flames, death under the flames, all living beings will suffer death!"
The little sun appeared in the sky above the war, baking the black ground. Black spots gathered on the sun, and it continued to send out pillars of fire towards the people of the Fallen Leaf Sect.
At this time, the disciples of the Qingfeng Mountain Sect led by Zheng Qiao were finally ready. Under the protection of a group of Earth Sect disciples, they approached the center of the battlefield and used various large-scale killing spells overwhelmingly. The battle situation became one-sided.
At this moment, the thing covered by the purple cloth actually moved, and an extremely weird limb cut open the purple cloth. Oh my God, it was actually a living thing. It was humanoid, but it had two extremely swollen bodies. Big shoulders, two arms as thick as the woman's waist, carrying a very small head on the shoulders, with all the facial features crowded on the head, no kneecaps, the legs seem to be soft, and the body is very narrow , from a distance, it looks like seeing two huge arms pinned to a stick.
This monster is the old monster of Yan Xiu Mahayana of the Fallen Leaf Sect. He spun his legs and turned his body. He raised his hand backwards, and a dozen people with more or less deformed bodies rushed out. They were at the stage of Yan Xiuzhong, and compared with Ordinary elders are much more powerful. They rush into the Qingfeng Mountain army as if they are in a deserted place, killing and slashing, and instantly turn the situation around.
The old monster flicked his soft legs and selected Zheng Qiao as his target. After jumping out, he walked with his fists, like a gorilla, very fast. Zheng Qiao immediately wanted to cast his own spell.
At this time, Mu Ziyun stood in front of Zheng Qiao and punched out a fire fist with all his strength. The flames pushed the old monster back a few feet. A light flashed and Zuo Zhiwei descended from the sky. He raised his right foot and hit Mu Zi hard with his heel. Yun's shoulder, boom! Mu Ziyun quickly used his fire energy to form a wall shield, and struggled to block the blow. His feet sank into the ground, reaching below his knees.
Mu Ziyun turned around and shouted to Zheng Qiao: "Master Zheng! I'll deal with them both. You quickly use magic to fight against the enemy!"
"Okay!" Zheng Qiao flew into the air, and just as he was about to use his spell, he saw a bolt of lightning stabbing him. Zheng Qiao split his palm and white smoke appeared from the side of his palm.
I saw a person standing in the sky over there, it was Bai Kexiang, the head of Changke Zong's sect. Bai Kexiang sneered and said, "Brother Zheng, you look good. I was ordered to take your head."
Zheng Qiao chuckled and replied: "Zhengchou can't kill you, a scumbag. Since you came here, I'll die here today!"
