After that, the man threw the token back, stepped on the flying sword and left. The four or five people around him all turned into escaping light. The speed was not slow at all, and they were all late-stage foundation-building monks.
Master Qingsong took the token and put it into his storage bag, carried out the magic formula, and flew forward with the giant sword a little faster.
The closer they get, the louder the roar of the monster becomes, mixed with the sounds of various magical weapons and spells flying around, as well as the curses, roars and screams of human monks.
Many monks on the giant sword gradually turned pale as they listened to the commotion. It was not that they had never seen blood or monsters, but such a large-scale riot of monsters was a surprise to most of the monks here. This is the first time in my life.
Li Qingdong was no exception. He was staring blankly ahead, his face was pale, beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, his lips were trembling, and there was no trace of blood. When Li Qingfeng saw this, he patted his shoulder, which almost made him scream.
"An Xin, the more nervous you are, the faster you will die." Li Qingfeng said to him, while looking up at Master Qingsong who was standing at the front of Feijian: "They didn't ask us to die. In our current state, even if Throwing it to the front line as cannon fodder will not have any effect, it will only disrupt their front line. The people of Xuantian Sword Sect are not so stupid. We have a better way to use it, so it is safe for the time being.
Unexpectedly, what he said was meant for Li Qingdong, but it made many monks around him breathe a sigh of relief. Indeed, their group's cultivation levels are uneven, and coupled with their current state, once they are put on the front line, they will be defeated like a mountain. If Xuantian Sword Sect didn't ask them to come and feed the monsters, they would not To do something so stupid.
A few words calmed down the small group of people. The foundation-building monk from Jinding Sect turned his head and glanced at him. He called a disciple to ask a few questions before turning his head away.
Li Qingfeng was obviously not the only one to realize this, but Li Qingfeng looked like a young man with only the third level of Qi training, which made him look a little different.
But Li Qingfeng can't care about this now. He can see clearly that there are so many monks in the alchemy stage here, but they can't resist the monsters. They need to be so urgent and tough to summon monks everywhere to come for support, even for people like them. The monks in the early stage of Qi training had no time to identify them and were dragged away together, which shows the seriousness of this monster riot.
Although he didn't know what the so-called "Xuantian Order" was, Li Qingfeng had eyes. Even if he didn't look at everyone's reaction, just by looking at Master Qingsong's attitude when he was sacrificed, he knew that it must not be something simple.
With this level of monster riot, even a monk in the foundation-building stage might die if he's not careful, let alone his little arms and legs at the third level of Qi training. Therefore, he needs to show his value in order to save his and Li Qingdong's lives as much as possible.
As the giant sword approached, the black line just now gradually appeared in front of everyone.
It was a valley, with humans at one end and monsters at the other, separated by a huge pale golden translucent light curtain. The light curtain seemed to be quite solid. Countless monsters smashed into it and their heads were bruised. The smaller half of the pale golden light shield was covered with dark red flesh.
On the other side of the light curtain, groups of monks sat cross-legged under the command of Xuantian Sword Sect disciples, outputting spiritual power to maintain the existence of the light curtain. On it, groups of monks rushed out of the light curtain in formation, fought with the monsters for a while, then turned back and were taken to the other side to recover their spiritual power, treat their injuries, and prepare for the next battle.
Looking back, countless monks turned the place into a huge construction site, and countless earth and stone puppets moved around carrying huge stones. From Li Qingfeng's perspective, the prototype of a city wall had already appeared.
Several monks came in front, all with flying swords and wearing white sword robes. Under their guidance, the huge flying sword slowly fell. At this time, they were very close to the ground. In less than half a cup of tea, Li Qingfeng suddenly felt an impact coming from underneath him, shaking his whole body. Some of the people standing around were even more unbearable. They were knocked to the ground by the shock, and it took them a long time to regain their balance.
The magic patterns under his body lit up and went out, and the translucent cover next to the giant sword gradually faded and finally disappeared. The sound of fighting in Li Qingfeng's ears suddenly became louder. Although the wind blowing in his face was still so soft, it was full of the fishy smell of demon blood and the chilling aura of gold and iron.
They landed.
Listening to the shouts of killing not far away, and feeling the chaotic and chaotic spiritual power fluctuations in the air, Li Qingfeng took a deep breath, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
"Everyone, come down and gather here! Quick!"
The speaker was a disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect who was in the Qi training stage. There was some blood on his face and body, and his voice sounded a little tired. Seeing Master Qingsong, he looked relieved and quickly came up to salute.
Master Qingsong jumped down from the giant sword and landed in front of him. The disciple bowed to him and said, "Master Qingsong, uncle."
"Yes." Master Qingsong nodded, glanced into the distance, and asked: "How is it going ahead, how are the casualties?"
"Back to Grandpa Qingsong, there were a lot of casualties. Fortunately, the 'Guang Na Quartet Golden Iron Rock Formation' has been deployed. The situation has generally stabilized. We are now building a defense line."
The disciple raised his hands and replied, paused, and then said: "But there are too many monsters, and even third-level monsters appeared. Fortunately, the tiger howl master uncle has taken action to kill them. Now all the master uncles are leading people one after another. Go out into the formation and fight to relieve the pressure on the formation."
"That's it." Master Qingsong nodded, pointed to the giant sword behind him, and said, "I'll leave these people to your arrangements. I went to see Brother Huxiao." After that, he didn't care about the giant sword and turned into a ray of light. , flew towards the front line.
"yes."
The disciple clasped his fists at his back and lowered his head. After a few breaths, he stood up straight, pinched the magic spell and flew up, and began to command the people on the giant sword to get down. The other seven flying boats landed one after another, and each had monks to take command and make arrangements.
Although they were fine in the sky just now, once they arrived on the battlefield, some monks' legs became weak and they were reluctant to move. In contrast, although Li Qingdong was weak and pale, he still stood up holding Li Qingfeng's shoulders and followed the crowd of Jindingmen down.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!"
The disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect urged him again and again, and some ruffians among the casual cultivators saw that he was young, so they hesitated and spoke softly or hard. But who knew that the disciple was not easy to get along with. He shouted: "Anyone who interferes with military affairs will die!" Then he used his flying sword and killed several rogue cultivators. At this time, no one dared to be troublesome anymore, so they had no choice but to take off the flying swords one by one.
Li Qingfeng looked on with cold eyes. At this time, he dared to touch the troubles of Xuantian Sword Sect. Was he afraid that the other party would not find a way to scare the monkeys?
