Chapter 175: Incident

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"Uncle Six, let me help you!"

Seeing Zhang Pengyi pull away and pounce on him, the two Zhang family disciples who were behind him also took action. One shot out two defensive talismans, and the other pounced directly after Zhang Pengyi, offering a palm-sized black inkstone and spinning towards him. The long trunk of the demonic elephant.

The earth wall summoned by the two defensive talismans was first smashed by the proboscis. Then, an arc-shaped spiritual cover appeared in front of the black inkstone, which collided with the demon elephant's proboscis.

The moment it collided with the proboscis, the entire black inkstone shook, and cracks like snowflakes suddenly appeared on the spiritual power cover. The Zhang family disciple who controlled it was also shaken, and some blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

Fortunately, just the next moment, Zhang Pengyi's jet-black Mo Dao arrived. It hit the demon elephant's long nose from the side. The blade flashed with light. It was obviously the collision between the weapon and the demon beast's body, but it made a sound of gold and iron. There is a collision sound only when they are connected.

"Ping!"

The long nose of the demon elephant was barely blocked by Zhang Pengyi and others, but the whole nose was still pressing down. But at this moment, the monk from the Jiang family who could no longer dodge did not take action. He turned around and kicked with his foot. Zhang Pengyi and the two men bought him this little time to retreat and leave the demon elephant's attack range.

"this!?"

Who would have thought that this late-stage qi-training monk from the Jiang family could so neatly sell out the person who had just come to his aid? Zhang Pengyi naturally didn't expect it either. But before he could react, the demon elephant on the opposite side let out another high-pitched roar, and the demonic patterns on its body lit up again. The red and yellow light intertwined and dyed its long tusks. The next moment, the two The sharp edges formed by the demonic power shot out from its long fangs, merged together in the air, and struck directly on the blade of the black Mo Dao.

"Cang!" There was a crisp sound, and a hole opened directly at the cutting edge of the black Mo Dao. At the same time, a crack extended backward along the hole, and spread to the back of the knife in an instant. Then, the red and yellow edge released by the demon elephant continued to push inward, extending inward along the cracks on the Mo Dao, and finally broke the entire black Mo Dao in half from the front.

"puff!"

The magical weapon was destroyed, and Zhang Pengyi spat out a mouthful of blood. He only had time to use a small shield before he was thrown away by the red and yellow sharp edge, including the man and the shield, and crashed into the body of a dead demon elephant. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Uncle Six!"

Without Zhang Pengyi's help, the Zhang family monk who was holding the black inkstone was no longer able to withstand the power of the demon elephant's long trunk. He only had time to shout out, and then the inkstone and the inkstone were smashed to the ground by the demon elephant, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. When the demon elephant's trunk was removed, there was only a vaguely humanoid mass of blood on the ground, and the black inkstone had also been broken into pieces, half of which was embedded in the corpse's face.

"Brother Seven!"

Another Zhang family disciple cried out in pain, stretched out his hands as if to save something, but the demon elephant in the late stage of bone forging would not give him a chance to remember him. He swung his proboscis and smashed it to the ground. Scenes of blood and flesh splattering.

"Peng Yi!"

Zhang Weihe watched Zhang Pengyi being beaten away, and suddenly turned his head to look at the Jiang family monk who was running away. But at this time, the Zhang family monks in the field were already a little confused. He had to fly into the air and shouted loudly to the Zhang, Fan, and Li monks: "Listen to my orders! Don't mess up, set up a defensive formation, first Get out!"

As the second late-stage qi-training monk of the Zhang family, although his cultivation level is lower than that of Zhang Pengyi, he still has prestige due to his seniority. After hearing his words, Fan Mingcheng's throat moved, he looked away from the Jiang family monk, gritted his teeth and shouted: "All Fan family disciples, withdraw from the battle and get into defensive formations!"

With these two orders, the monks belonging to the Zhang, Fan, and Li families in the field withdrew from the battle one after another, formed a circular formation, and retreated to a safer place farther away, with Zhang Pengyi in the center of the circular formation. At this time, Li Qingfeng was squatting next to him, putting one hand on his chest, and the light blue spiritual power surged from his hand and flowed into his body.

"How about it?"

Fan Mingcheng fell next to Li Qingfeng, squatted down and looked at Li Qingfeng and Zhang Pengyi, not daring to reach out. He knew that Li Qingfeng's spiritual power had a healing effect.

"It's no problem. He wasn't fatally injured. It just hit his internal organs. I'm afraid it will take a while."

Li Qingfeng nodded at him, taking out a pill from his storage bag and feeding it to Zhang Pengyi.

After hearing what he said, Fan Mingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, but then he gritted his teeth again: "I've heard that the Jiang family has a bad reputation, but I didn't expect to be so shameless!"

Since many of the demon elephants in the field had fallen before, and the remaining ones were all injured, the withdrawal of the Zhang, Fan, and Li families did not have much impact on the Jiang family monks. The Jiang family monks did not show any intention of explaining themselves. They surrounded the demon elephants and continued the attack.

At this time, the Xuantian Sword Sect monks who were besieging another demon elephant in the late stage of bone forging noticed something abnormal on everyone's side, and one of them flew over and asked: "What's going on? Are you trying to escape from the battle?"

Zhang Weihe came forward and pointed at the two lumps of flesh and blood not far away and said angrily: "Fellow Daoist Yang, the monks of the Jiang family secretly caused the death of two of our clansmen, and Pengyi was also seriously injured. What do you think?"

The Xuantian Sword Sect monk surnamed Yang looked in the direction of his finger. Sure enough, there were two smashed corpses. The style and color of the remaining robes on their bodies showed their identities in life. However, this disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect was young, and he didn’t know what to do when faced with this situation, so he had to put on a straight face and ordered: “Get rid of all the monsters first, and we’ll talk about this later!”

The forces under the Xuantian Sword Sect must obey the command of the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect. Zhang Weihe could not refuse, so he waved his hand and ordered to the monks on his side: "Peng Hao, take good care of Peng Yi, others Everyone following me, please be careful!"

The three families acted together, and Li Qingfeng, Fan Mingcheng and others naturally followed suit. However, this time, the monks from the three families obviously left a lot of effort. Almost twenty monks were gathered together, including four late-stage qi-training monks, but their opponents There is only one middle-stage bone forging and one early-stage bone forging. No matter how you look at it, they both feel like killing a chicken with a sledgehammer.

The Jiang family monks were obviously on guard against their side. As nearly twenty people from Li Qingfeng's side joined the battlefield again, the Jiang family disciples in dark purple robes consciously flew away a distance and gathered in front of everyone. the other side. For a time, the monks in the field were divided into three small piles. One pile was all white sword robes, with the smallest number of people, surrounding a late-stage bone-forging demon elephant; the other two piles had about the same number of people, one side was all purple, and the other side was all purple. Divided into three colors, they are all dealing with several monster elephants, but compared to dealing with monster beasts, the atmosphere of faint confrontation between these two groups of people seems to be stronger.

(Today is the National Memorial Day for the Nanjing Massacre, a moment of silence)