"finally come."
Zhao Chongfeng looked back and was secretly happy when he saw many casual cultivators rushing in.
On the surface, he was shocked: "Go quickly."
Instantly, he burst out with faster speed and rushed towards Weishan Palace.
now.
There are longing figures in the open space in front of Weishan Palace, and almost all the Zhao family monks are here. The ringing of the bell has not stopped, adding a sense of urgency out of thin air.
"Clan leader, the casual cultivators have rushed into Weishan, please make up your mind quickly!"
Zhao Chongfeng ran to Zhao Yongqi in a panic, his eyes filled with panic, and he looked uneasily towards the gap in the Fiery Octagon Formation.
"Don't be chaotic." Zhao Yongqi's voice was full of solemnity: "Be prepared to meet the enemy."
"yes."
Zhao Chongfeng retreated behind Zhao Yongqi.
In his heart, he didn't think so. If everyone in the Zhao family gathered here, wouldn't it be like falling into a trap? As long as the foundation-building monk arrives, he can easily catch everyone present.
I don’t know whether it’s intentional or not.
The location where Zhao Chongfeng stayed was only a few steps away from Zhao Yongqi. Apart from Zhao Yongwen, he was almost the person closest to Zhao Yongqi.
His mind was entirely focused on Zhao Yongqi.
He didn't notice that his location happened to be very close to Zhao Chongwen.
...
Just when Zhao Chongfeng arrived at Weishan Palace.
The thin foundation-building monk also entered Weishan with the remaining casual cultivators.
They were different from the mob that rushed in at the beginning. Under the leadership of the foundation-building monks, these casual cultivators were more cohesive and had clearer goals. After entering Weishan, they went straight to Weishan Palace.
"Huh."
With the eyesight of a foundation-building monk.
The man surnamed Yuan had just stepped into Weishan Mountain when he noticed the Zhao family monks gathered in front of the Weishan Palace.
This was different from what he expected.
In his plan, when the casual cultivators invaded Weishan, the Zhao family monks should be defeated one by one by many casual cultivators like headless flies.
But you only have one chance, even if it goes against the plan.
There was no way he could back down anymore.
"superior!"
He shouted loudly, stepped on the magic sword and turned into a blue escaping light, and rushed towards the Weishan Palace at the head of the horse.
"disease!"
When we are still a hundred feet away from Weishan Palace.
He put his two palms together in front of his chest, kneaded a hand and recited a mantra, and a huge three-foot-long wind blade instantly appeared in front of him, bursting out with a sharp sound of flying into the air, and attacked and killed the Zhao clan members in front of the Weishan Palace.
"Back off!"
No need for Zhao Yongqi to remind him.
When they saw the offensive of the foundation-building monk, the Zhao family cultivators had already deployed their flying magic weapons and were ready to evade.
With Zhao Yongqi as the center.
The Zhao family monks formed a semicircle, facing each other from afar with the thin Foundation Establishment monk.
The man named Yuan only attacked in a tentative manner.
He moved his eyes and scanned the Zhao family cultivators. Although his eyes were a little panicked when he saw them, they showed no intention of flinching.
After pondering for a moment, he said: "Clan Chief Zhao, Yuan is here just to ask for money. If Zhao is willing to donate generously, not only can the bloody disaster be avoided, but Yuan can also persuade these fellow cultivators to leave, otherwise... "
The man named Yuan didn't finish his sentence.
But the words speak for themselves.
Many monks in the Zhao family looked at Zhao Yongqi eagerly, but no one spoke.
None of them are selfless and perfect people, and at least half of them don't want to be enemies with the foundation-building monks, but they are surrounded by people of the same clan who have known each other for many years, and no one will be the first to show their timidity at this time.
Zhao Yongqi refuted it unceremoniously.
"Senior Yuan, don't you know that the Zhao family is a ninth-grade family. It's too late to retreat now. Otherwise, when the Sect traces it down, don't say it was unforeseen!"
Although the person facing him is a foundation-building monk, he can observe the fluctuations of his spiritual energy through the Sky Eye Technique, and it is estimated that he is a foundation-building monk in the early stages.
Even without the great elder as a backup.
With the Zhao family monks together like this, and with Zhao Yongqi's trump card, they can't just be manipulated casually.
The man surnamed Yuan sneered: "Ha... If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined."
He didn't expect much effect from his words.
Just to delay time.
Just in the time of these two or three sentences, the casual cultivators behind him had already arrived near the man surnamed Yuan.
In fact, when the man surnamed Yuan saw Zhao Yongqi's calm appearance, he still felt a little uneasy. He did not take action again, but ordered: "I will hold the battle for you. Time is tight, and the battle is quick!"
In the advance plan, there was no plan to kill most of the Zhao family monks. After all, the more people were killed, the worse the outcome would be. But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. At this moment, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. How could there be so much to worry about.
Many casual cultivators looked at the Zhao family cultivators opposite.
Some of those who had committed too many crimes and had abnormal psychology had their eyes glowing red.
In their eyes.
What kind of monk is this? They are clearly storage bags for spiritual stones, and even storage bags that can explode the best treasures!
"go!"
"disease!"
"..."
The casual cultivators chanted incantations, sacrificed magical weapons, or used spells and talismans.
Many spiritual lights that can split mountains and rocks rushed towards the Zhao family monks.
...
"Twelve-ring defensive shield!"
the other side.
Just when the casual cultivators gathered near the man surnamed Yuan, the Zhao family monks made corresponding preparations. They each used their offensive and defensive magic weapons. At the same time, as long as the monks who practiced the twelve rings of Qi spectrum, they all summoned the aqua blue ring defensive shield. .
Countless circular defense shields overlap one another.
They actually merged with each other to form a huge aqua blue ring that wrapped all the Zhao family monks together!
Although the overall cultivation of Zhao family monks is not as good as that of individual cultivators.
However, the number of casual cultivators here was only half that of the Zhao family cultivators. Coupled with the protection of the giant ring defense shield, the void between the two was filled with all kinds of escaping lights. The fight was back and forth for a while, and no one could do anything about it. who.
But in Zhao Yongqi's eyes, a trace of undetectable haze flashed.
The man surnamed Yuan opposite was so cautious that he pushed many casual cultivators to the front while he hid behind them.
now.
Because of the casting distance.
All the casual cultivators who attacked the Zhao family monks were already within the range of the "Luo Bing's Divine Array". Only the man surnamed Yuan and a few cautious casual cultivators were just outside the range of Luo Bing's Divine Array.
"careful."
At this time, the man named Yuan suddenly spit out two words.
Naturally, he did not say it to the Zhao family monks, but to remind the casual cultivators who stood in front of him.
The words "be careful" just fell out.
They saw Zhao Yongqi offering a crescent scimitar-shaped magical weapon. The crescent scimitar grew in the wind, and in an instant it grew to nearly ten feet in length.
A frightening spiritual pressure burst out.
With Zhao Yongqi's eyesight, he can naturally see that this is only a seventh-grade magic weapon, but the man named Yuan has already exerted the ultimate power of this seventh-grade magic weapon. If it were a Qi-training monk who used the crescent scimitar, he would definitely perform well. Power.
"Fu Sheng!!!"
At this time.
Zhao Yongqi also heard a cry of sorrow in his ears.
He looked back and saw a Zhao family monk who was in the early stage of Qi training lying in the arms of the person next to him, with a faint blood mark appearing between his eyebrows.
"A Yin weapon that specializes in breaking defense shields and is good at sneak attacks?"
Zhao Yongqi suddenly felt something in his heart. There were foundation-building monks outside to put pressure on him, and there were Yin weapons inside to attack him. He couldn't wait any longer!
