Even if the tiger falls in peace, the remaining power of the Golden elixir monks is enough to intimidate the foundation-building monks.
"No, this Golden Core cultivator is just at the end of his crossbow. He is just holding on." The young man in colorful clothes with a scimitar and a five-color sword had sharp eyes. After seeing Dongfang Yi's flowing fire ice shield blocking more than twenty heavy arrows, a trace of light appeared. The imperceptible pause, even though it was very short, could not be noticed by ordinary monks, but those who had the courage to pursue the Golden Core monk were not ordinary people. The vicious eyes were so vicious that even for a moment, the people present noticed it.
"Avenge the dead tribal warriors! Kill!" The shock disappeared from the stout old man's face, and the murderous intention lingered again. When the scimitar young man reminded him, he also realized that killing a golden elixir monk would benefit their tribe. It's hard to estimate, and the other side has killed their tribe members, and the two sides are already fighting to the death!
The two flying cavalry teams of Black Eagle and Green Eagle once again crossed each other in the air, arrows raining down like rain.
"Scrapping!" Dongfang Yi's face finally showed a hint of anger. He stretched out his fingers again and fired out several sword energy. However, the sword energy left his body. His face, which was not very good at first, became a little pale again. There were several flying knights in the air. The soldier died tragically on the spot, and the spirit eagle's body spun in the air and fell.
Swish, swish, a rain of arrows rushed forward, and the flowing fire ice shield was hit hard one after another.
boom! Under the joint stranglehold of the flying knight tribe, although the flowing fire ice shield was strong, it could not withstand the endless fire and thunder arrows. After blocking many arrows, a heavy arrow broke through the shield.
A flawless white hand moved forward like lightning and caught the arrow. However, the powerful impact of the arrow still penetrated three parts of his flesh, and blood poured out of the wound again.
There was no trace of pain on Dongfang Yi's cold face, and he directly pointed the arrow in his hand at the strong man who led the Green Eagle team. The heavy arrow was a few minutes faster than when it came.
No Foundation Establishment cultivator could withstand the Golden Core cultivator's angry blow. Screams rang out, and heavy arrows passed through the sixth-order spiritual eagle and the body of the sturdy man above.
One person and one eagle, equivalent to two late-stage foundation-building monks, died on the spot again. The power of the golden elixir was so powerful!
"Tao'er!" The stout old man shouted with grief and anger when he saw the strong man being killed by arrows. He controlled the spirit bird under the eagle like a mad tiger and rushed towards Dongfang Yi like a mad tiger.
The other flying warriors were also in a state of madness. Although they had inflicted some wounds on the Jindan female cultivator, they had also killed several of them themselves.
"What a woman, what a golden elixir monk. Being besieged by three golden elixir monks, she killed one person, seriously injured two others, and was able to escape here. I never expected that there would be such a person in the world of Wangyue Cultivation. If it weren't for We happen to be passing through this place. Once she escapes and recovers, she will be a major threat to our alliance!" The young man in the scimitar costume saw Dongfang Yi's beautiful style. Even the enemy couldn't help it. exclaimed.
"But now that the Flying Cavalry tribe is uniting to suppress this person, we are afraid that we will not be able to intervene." A middle-aged man with a long sword on his back was unwilling to give up. The long sword on his back was particularly intimidating. Above the long sword, There seemed to be countless cracks, but these cracks did not make people feel that the knife was about to break. Instead, they gave people a stronger threat.
Another woman with a beautiful face in pink clothes has a waist as slim as a willow tree, a light body, holding a cyan rope in her hand, and her aura is not under the flaming Lihuo Sword.
"Although the members of the Flying Cavalry Tribe are not very strong individually, their joint fighting skills are indeed extraordinary. Even if the three of us join forces, we will suffer a big loss under the siege of the other party, but this gold Although the Alchemy Cultivator is weak, she is not at the mercy of others. The Flying Cavalry Tribe thought they had a good appetite and wanted to eat this piece of fat, but they overestimated their teeth. With one bite, even the Flying Cavalry tribe The tribe has to fight with its mouth full of broken teeth. We still have many opportunities."
The scimitar young man smiled and crossed his arms, not too concerned about the battle situation in front of him. It seems that he is not worried at all that the great achievements in front of him will be snatched away by people from the Feiqi tribe.
"Then let's wait and see. No, the old man from the Feiqi tribe is trying his best!" The face of the female cultivator in pink changed slightly.
I saw dozens of eagles fluttering their wings, and a large number of eagle feathers shot towards Dongfang Yi like an airtight storm. The stout old man even took out a thicker fire and thunder arrow from the storage bag. The fire and thunder on it were intertwined, and it even had the terrifying aura of the Alchemy Arrow.
"Death!" The thick heavy arrow carried the endless anger of the sturdy old man and shot through the air towards Dongfang Yi among more than ten heavy arrows. Even the eagle feathers that were closer to the fire arrow were burned. For ashes.
The equivalent of more than twenty foundation-building monks taking action at the same time naturally posed no threat to Dongfang Yi at ordinary times. However, Dongfang Yi's strength was greatly reduced due to the successive injuries. Faced with this violent attack, Dongfang Yi She also realized that she might not be able to survive this time, but she raised her eyebrows. The majesty of the golden elixir monks cannot be desecrated. Even if she is at the end of her strength, she will never sit still and wait for death! Dongfang Yi gave a sweet scold, stretched out her bright red lotus tongue, and spit out an ice fan. The ice fan spread out in the air, grew several feet long in the blink of an eye, and fanned across the surroundings. The icy cold wind surged out of thin air, and even Even a wisp of broken cloud nearby was stirred by it. Those eagle feathers that shot like knives were like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. They lost their direction in the waving of the ice fan, and some even rolled back. Two flying warriors who were closer were severely affected, and were even cut by the eagle feathers that rolled back.
Even the dozen heavy arrows were greatly affected. If they were fanned a few times in succession, even these arrows would lose their attack power. But at this time, bloodshot eyes escaped from the corners of Dongfang Yi's mouth again, and the movement of the ice fan froze. A dozen heavy arrows once again restored the ferocious fangs.
"Do it, this golden elixir female cultivator can't hold on any longer." The young man in the scimitar-dressed uniform shouted violently. They followed here. Naturally, they didn't want to watch how the people from the Feiqi tribe killed this hostile golden elixir female cultivator. Anyone who kills a hostile Golden Core cultivator will gain inestimable benefits.
"Flying snake coiled rope!" the female cultivator in pink screamed, and the green rope she was holding shook out with a buzzing sound. A rotating flying disk appeared on one end of the green rope, with countless sharp blade teeth on it. As long as these blade teeth are given If it is twisted, even gold and stone will be crushed to pieces, let alone human flesh and blood.
"Thousand Feather Sword!" Not to be outdone, the man with the sword on his back pulled out the long sword from his back and trembled his wrist. The long sword pierced the air like lightning and slashed straight towards Dongfang Yi.
The young man with the scimitar flashed his eyes when he saw the astonishing attack in front of him. He was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he bullied himself into the storm-like attack and rushed forward wildly. He was not afraid of being torn into pieces by the violent attack.
