The rescue of Xiaocheng and Sang Bing also allowed the Sangling warriors who had suffered a lot of casualties in front of them to have a relatively unified command. The general was the soul of the army. The two sides fought. The Sangling warriors were already at a disadvantage and then compromised the commanding general. , it is a huge blow to both combat power and morale.
Lu Xiaotian rushed over at this time, within easy reach, and committed suicide to save Xiao Cheng and Sang Bing. As for what the two of them were thinking, Lu Xiaotian naturally had no time to think about it that much.
"Kill!" Seeing Duanmu Huo and his group of thirteen people forming a formation, Xiao Cheng also knew that the wolf cavalry formation in front of him would not stay here for long. Taking advantage of the more than 600 wolf cavalry to kill the immortal army and expand the results, the pressure on them can be slightly lighter later. Xiaocheng is obviously a very quick-reacting and very discerning person. Once he and Sang Bing got out of trouble, they summoned a group of capable men. Fang Hedong, who followed the wolf rider, quickly killed some of the immortal army generals. When the Wolf Cavalry crossed the border, thousands of immortal troops suffered heavy casualties.
The Sangling warriors who were about to be broken up were now reunited and gathered together. Take advantage of the situation to expand the damage to the fairy army. Duanmu Huojiang and his party were knocked back seven to eight hundred miles during the battle. This distance was only a matter of seconds for strong men of their level to turn back.
Lu Xiaotian led the wolf cavalry and only killed one of them in the immortal army. He was also worried that Duanmu Fire General and his party would take the opportunity to kill the little white dog chasing the spirit. He made a small bend in the void and started fighting with Duanmu Fire General again.
At this time, among the endless sparks and meteorites in the void, the misfortunes formed by the little white dog became more and more clearly visible. Even when Lu Xiaotian was fighting with Duanmu Huojiang and his group, he could already see that the fighting skills looked very similar to the little white dog.
At this time, the sparks and meteorites were like raindrops hitting the Dou Dharma phase. It seemed that the other party was its natural enemy and wanted to strangle it in the cradle.
Lu Xiaotian used his eyesight and consciousness to vaguely sense that the little white dog was dodging among them, fighting against the rain of sparks and meteorites.
It's just that the current situation doesn't seem too optimistic for the little white dog. Even though Lu Xiaotian was anxious, he couldn't provide much useful help to Little White Dog for a while.
The little white dog inside the Star Fire Meteorite roared one after another, and there seemed to be some kind of pain in the roar. There were too many Spark Meteorites coming, and it was already too much for the little white dog to deal with.
Even the more and more solid Hu Dou Fa Xiang began to become unstable under the impact of the Spark Meteor. He was hit several times by meteorites as big as a small mountain and was swallowed up by the Star Flame. Even if he struggled out of it, it was still a burst of body Shape shakes. The little white dog in the misfortunes and the Star Fire Meteorite is extremely tenacious. After being knocked down time and time again, he gets up again and faces new challenges.
It's just that the little white dog is struggling stubbornly in front of the sea of spark meteorites, but it seems to be too powerful and alone. At the moment, the little white dog doesn't even have time to breathe.
In front of him, Duan Muhuo was trying his best to entangle the wolf cavalry commanded by Lu Xiaotian. Lu Xiaotian saw that the little white dog was running out of strength and was running out of ideas for a while, but there was a sudden movement in the Demon Suppression Tower.
The consciousness in the Demon Suppressing Tower sensed that the little fire crow ended its slumber in time. The golden crow feathers floated in the Demon Suppressing Tower and began to burn, creating a fireball only the size of a fist. But even in the Demon Suppressing Tower, Lu Xiaotian felt that his consciousness was burned to the point of pain. He used the space of the Demon Suppressing Tower to suppress the fireball, as if even the space was about to be burned.
Observed from a distance with one's spiritual consciousness, the fireball, which obviously looked no bigger than a fist, felt like a deep ocean. It's vast and profound.
The power of the fireball was actually not beyond Lu Xiaotian's current control, but the artistic conception of fire contained in it was not even able to be contained by the Demon Suppression Tower.
The power of space is great, but not everything is invincible. When the artistic conception of fire in the Golden Crow reaches a certain level, almost everything will be burned, even the power of space will be burned.
"Xiaobai is in danger, Xiaotian, Xiaotian, let me out quickly." The little fire crow screamed with a bit of anxiety, and flapped its wings. This time, the little fire crow's strength has greatly improved, but it has not yet reached the level that can match it. Lu Xiaotian’s situation, especially in the Demon Suppression Tower. The Golden Crow controls fire, and it is true that almost everything cannot be burned, but if they really want to fight, it still depends on who is good at it.
Hearing the cry of the little fire crow, a vein jumped on Lu Xiaotian's forehead. It was you who screamed too, Xiaotian. For the sake of the little white dog, I will let this little guy go this time. At this time, there was no time to take into account that the little fire crow was already able to speak human words. In fact, this guy seemed to be more lovable when he didn't speak human words. Now I guess all that's left is disgust.
The little fire crow woke up at the critical moment, and Lu Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief for no reason. Now the little fire crow's strength has greatly improved, and the fire in the little fire ball even feels like it can't be contained by the Demon Suppression Tower. It can be seen that the little fire crow is no longer what it used to be. Compared to that, in other words, the fire contained in that golden crow feather is so incredible. If not, Little Fire Crow probably wouldn't be able to sense Little White Dog's danger in the Spark Meteor.
It would not be easy for Lu Xiaotian and the Wolf Cavalry to enter the Spark Meteor. But the little fire crow has an innate talent for fire control. Even the Spark Meteorite can be tried. If the Sangling warriors just came at the right time and could only take advantage of the opportunity, for Lu Xiaotian and Xiao Bai Quan, Little Fire Crow was one of their own who could be trusted without reservation.
Lu Xiaotian immediately released the blockade of the Demon Suppression Tower.
"Quack!" The little fire crow broke through the tower and came out. The fist-sized fireball floated into the air, like a blazing sun. The fire raged.
The little fire crow was like a small black dot, flying in the middle of the fireball, and time seemed to be frozen at this moment. The fireball instantly erupted like a volcano, and endless flames surged forward, turning the void into a sea of fire and surging toward the distant Spark Meteor.
"Golden Crow shines on the world!" Duanmu Fire General and other immortals murmured when they saw the scene in front of them.
"With timing and luck, it seems that this plan will fail."
As Duanmu Fire General sighed, the raging Golden Crow flames and the endless sparks emitted by the Star Fire Meteorite collided with each other, and the rapidly approaching Star Fire Meteorite was buffered at this time. As a result, Xiao Bai Quan, who was already at his wits end, got a precious chance to breathe.
The Golden Crow Flame only played a certain buffering role. Even the Little Fire Crow could not completely stop such a large number of Spark Meteorites at this time. However, for the Little White Dog who had regained his composure, this breathing time was enough.
"Ouch..." In the long roar of the little white dog, the eighteen spark meteorites shot through the golden crow flames gradually slowed down and hovered next to Faxiang Huandou. At this time, the little white dog and the misfortune have merged into one.
