The mana aura left by Luo Qing's battle with the Feiqi tribe was very obvious. Lu Xiaotian could follow this obvious mana fluctuation without even looking for it. The green sail flew forward at extremely fast speeds in the air.
In the distance, a group of flying cavalry tribes were also rushing forward. Lu Xiaotian didn't seem to notice him. His expression changed. Could he be looking in the direction of Luo Qing? This team of flying knights turned out to be his old acquaintances, and they were monks from the Kua tribe. I just don’t know if the people in front of him were the ones who surrounded and suppressed him in the first place.
There was a hint of coldness on Lu Xiaotian's face, and his speed did not slow down. In any case, he would meet up with Luo Qing first. Luo Qing fought with the people of the Feiqi tribe in order to avenge him. How could he sit back and watch Luo Qing fall into a tight siege? But it doesn't matter if he falls into a tight siege again. The worst he can do is lead Luo Qing to fight his way out. In the past, he could still fight his way out with the seriously injured Dongfang Yi, but now his strength is even greater than before, so why can't he.
As Lu Xiaotian was moving forward, suddenly, a frightening mana fluctuation came. It should be said that it was two completely different mana auras. Golden elixir monk! Lu Xiaotian was horrified, it was the Jindan monks who were fighting.
Lu Xiaotian hurriedly descended from the air to the ground, condensing the aura on his body to the extreme, trying not to let anyone find out. After all, it is not yet known which side of the golden elixir monks has the upper hand. If the golden elixir monks from the foreign land are more powerful, it is estimated that I wouldn't mind taking out my hand and killing him.
Lu Xiaotian was anxious when he landed on the ground. He didn't care about waiting too long and moved forward carefully on the ground. After all, there was another group of flying warriors rushing towards Luo Qing's direction just now. He didn't know what the situation was like on Luo Qing's side.
Although there was a fight between the Golden Core cultivators at this time, Lu Xiaotian still moved extremely cautiously towards Luo Qing. Even on the ground, his progress was definitely not slow.
When the distance was closer, although the other party's shadow could not be seen, there were sounds like thunder in the air one after another, and the violent aura belonging to the Jindan monks filled the air raid roll, shaking Lu Xiaotian's heartbeat. Fortunately, the figures of the two people did not appear, and the two breaths gradually became distant, and they had obviously left here. Lu Xiaotian took a breath and moved forward at a faster speed.
Huhu, in the sky, there was a large group of flying knight tribes, and several other foreign monks. If Lu Xiaotian had arrived here earlier, he would have found that there were many acquaintances present. Miao Tian, Snake Girl, and There are three foundation-building experts from Broken Blade, more than twenty flying riding tribesmen, and there is also a black man who looks like an iron tower, nine feet tall, and holds a red-gold thick short whip. Another fat, bald man with bare breasts was carrying an extremely rare monster, a scorpion snake. The body of a spotted python was thicker than an adult's calf. The seven-inch body did not become thinner like an ordinary python, but became thicker. There was actually a scorpion on the head in front, and the two protruding scorpion pincers were also extremely sharp. The scorpion coiled around the fat bald man's body, as cold as a poisonous snake, but the fat bald man had a smiling expression on his face, as if Like a Maitreya Buddha.
As for Luo Qing, six or seven monks were trapped. Luo Qing's green skirt was broken into several pieces, and there were faint blood stains. There was also a trace of blood on his originally white mouth. However, facing so many people, Luo Qing still showed no fear. The green skirt on her body was fluttering in the wind, and the expression on her face was as cold as the breeze.
Among the others, there were four monks from the Ancient Sword Sect, equally divided between men and women, as well as Luo Kang, Zhao Zhong, and Tian Jing from Lingxiao Palace.
At this time, when they saw the foreign monks who had gathered around them, their faces turned pale.
"The third-ranked magic-suppressing golden whip iron tower among the monks of the Foreign Alliance!"
"The seventh-ranked Flame Demon Demon Sword Miao Tian!"
"And the bald man with the scorpion snake should be the Thousand Shadows Scorpion Venom Maitreya! The eighth place!"
None of the monks are simple. Broken Blade and Snake Girl can stand side by side with these people. Their aura alone is already extremely strong. How can they be mediocre?
And the Luo Qing in front of her, although she is a talented female disciple from the Ancient Sword Sect, she was still in seclusion in the Ancient Sword Sect. She only came out in the past four or five years. Since then, she has been out of control, killing hostile foundation-building monks like Later, others did not know how many enemy monks Luo Qing had killed, but judging from the formation in front of him, it was probably much more than what was rumored.
"I heard that another top master has emerged among the foundation-building monks of Wangyue Realm. I came here specially to see her. Unexpectedly, she turned out to be a delicate beauty. That beauty, I said it would be a pity for you to die here like this. Why don't you go with me, monk, and live the rest of your life happily with me, monk, I can still save your life." Du Maitreya laughed, his thick eyelids covering his eyes into a thin line.
"Fake monk, put away your tricks for me. It makes people panic. Otherwise, don't blame me for dealing with this woman and then turning around to deal with you." Xiang Tieta swept away with dissatisfaction in his voice. Poison Maitreya glanced at him.
"Xiang Tieta, what do you mean? Don't forget that she is a monk from the Moon Watching Realm, and she is also a prominent and top-notch genius disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect. You want to fight with me for a monk from the Moon Watching Realm?" Du Maitreya was slender. A sinister look flashed in his eyes.
"Don't do this to me. It doesn't matter which camp you are from. I'll beat you up if you offend me. If you're not convinced, just get up and have a fight with me at any time." Xiang Tieta snorted, and the thick golden The short red whip was knocked on the shoulder, as if he didn't care about the other party.
"It took a lot of effort to surround the genius of the Ancient Sword Sect, who is known as the Moon Spirit Sword Body. I don't have time to play with you today. I will ask for advice another day."
Du Maitreya's eyes flashed, and he looked a little afraid of Xiang Tieta. After all, there is no falsehood under his reputation. He can rank third among the three immortal cultivators who attacked Wangyue. He is indeed the pinnacle among the foundation-building cultivators. He is far away from the front. There is not much difference between the two. Although he is Qiaochu in the Xingxu Immortal Realm, he is still a little afraid of this iron tower.
"I've heard for a long time that the Feiqi tribe is famous for fighting, and is very good at the tactics of using more to defeat less. How dare you come forward and fight!" When Xiang Tieta and Du Maitreya started arguing, Luo Qing didn't want to listen to them anymore. The long sword was unsheathed and pointed directly in the direction of the Feiqi tribe.
"As you wish!" The middle-aged man on the demon griffon was furious when he heard this. Although his brother was only ranked twenty-ninth among the three major alliances of foreign monks, he could be ranked like this among countless foundation-building monks. His ranking and his methods were also very astonishing. He was killed by this woman with a sword in a sneak attack before. Fortunately, another group of similar people nearby arrived, otherwise he would not have been able to escape from this woman's sword. Now Luo Qing is provoking him again. . As a member of the flying cavalry clan, Yanrong could not bear it any longer.
