Outside Zixia Mountain, the mythical beasts were engaged in a fierce battle that lasted from afternoon to dusk.
The sky was getting dark, but the beasts were still extremely jealous as they fought, and the glow of the fairy magic reflected the sea as brightly as day.
Without thinking, Xi Yao arranged a night battle and secretly sent leopard puppets into the field to drop elixirs from the air, hoping that Qinglong and Xuanwu would strengthen their suppression and break through Hongmeng's defense line.
The fierce fight continued until the next morning. The beasts were covered in blood and their magical power gradually dried up.
Both camps suffered casualties. Yasha with the Yasen halberd was the first to suffer. The monster was hit hard several times in a row. It was ashamed and annoyed. It gave up its advantage of agility and speed and held a halberd in a duel with the murderous Ba Snake.
The snake's eyes flashed with twin lights, its belly was close to the sea surface, and it meandered. Suddenly, it picked up a gap, raised its tail and flicked its body, tightly coiled the Yaksha, raised its head and closed its mouth, bit its indigo face, and forcefully grasped it. Unscrew the head.
Yaksha succumbed to the snake's kiss, and his skin, bones, and true elixir were all swallowed by the snake.
The one-horned golden fairy beast fights fiercely against the mutated Rainbow Cunning King. This beast is good at hiding its appearance. When it sees the Rainbow Cunning King using the wind, it uses the invisibility technique. The biting wind blows randomly, but cannot blow the real owner.
The Rainbow Cunning King made his heart suffocate and let out wind everywhere, causing the beasts to spin around in circles, making it difficult to open his eyes.
This move made the Xuanwu and Snow Lion beasts angry, and they jumped back to kill them regardless, crushing them into pulp.
Seeing this scene, Jackdaw's face was so gloomy that it almost turned to ice. The combat power of the divine beast was comparable to that of a cultivator in the Space and Ping Period. It was difficult to capture and raise it, and it was even more difficult to make it bow its head and obey orders. Once it fell, the losses would be immeasurable.
It is a pity that in the melee, the lives of all the beasts are hanging by a thread. Whether they are alive or dead, each sect can only accept it silently.
Xuanyuan Yi also felt pity and sighed: "If we win this battle, we should consider the profit and loss and make up for it a little."
The jackdaw stopped feeling sad for a moment and was about to say thank you when he suddenly heard a whining sound coming from Fu Liuyun's arms.
Fu Liuyun took a brief look at the Wanli Telecommunication Notes and exclaimed: "Lu Wubing pointed out Xingyuan, Xiao Zhuyuan fled with everyone, Zhenge City has fallen!"
The group of cultivators were shocked when they heard this, and suddenly saw Li Xiaoyang approaching quickly with the main formation flag in his hand. They probably also received the report.
Li Xiaoyang observed the words and expressions, knowing that the group of cultivators already knew the news, and sighed sadly: "I accidentally caused this disaster due to my negligence. It is really difficult to absolve myself of my guilt!"
Xuanyuan Yi consoled him: "It was Lu Wu who went back on his word, and it is definitely not the fault of the alliance leader. Things must be prioritized. At this time, it is better to eliminate the monsters first and then raise troops to attack."
Li Xiaoyang was full of regrets and proposed to immediately appoint Xuanyuan Yi as the leader of the alliance, allowing him to make meritorious deeds.
The group of cultivators were stunned, and Fu Liuyun said: "The gains and losses of one city and one place are not enough to judge success or failure. What's more, changing generals before the battle is a taboo for military strategists. Why bother doing this, leader?"
Li Xiaoyang felt sorry for himself and wanted to give up his position, but unfortunately no one took over.
The group of cultivators tried hard to persuade each other. At this time, Xuan Jing and Luo Wangshu came one after another. Xuan Jing regretted it and said: "I firmly believe that Lu Wu has kept his promise, so the leader is willing to change the order. If you insist on doing this again, you should first ask the old monk about his crime." .”
Luo Wangshu also advised: "The monks guarding the city are not injured. We can wait until the war here is over to make long-term plans."
Zhenge has fallen, and the battle of Zixia Mountain cannot be lost. Li Xiaoyang must bake obediently in the position of leader, waiting for Xi Yao to add seasonings and turn the heat.
The Hongmeng Breaking Disaster Formation comes with a shielding restriction. Clouds and mist billow under the light curtain. Outside the formation, it is difficult for spiritual thoughts or naked eyes to visit.
Xi Yao's eight senses were strong, but he still vaguely noticed a strange aura. He turned back and looked at Long Jun and said: "Lu Wu will win with the flag open. When the enemy's formation is in disarray, it is the opportunity for decisive victory."
Long Jun nodded and said with a smile: "The tiger is showing its power, it is indeed not a sick cat."
Xi Yao smiled faintly, and then ordered his troops to prepare for the final attack as planned.
At that time, the green dragon soared into the sky, its scales and claws spread out, and it suddenly pressed down on the horned dragon.
The horned dragon swam to dodge and stabbed diagonally, while the Suzaku flapped its wings and got closer, spitting out a stream of sky-burning flames from its sharp beak to attack.
The blue dragon's eyes widened and its beard moved, its tail swung across the Suzaku, and its wide mouth continued to spurt thunder and light, striking the horned dragon hard.
The horned dragon couldn't avoid it and was devastated by the crazy thunder. Half of its body was charred and fell into the blue waves.
The green dragon moved the clouds and curled up the mist, suddenly bypassed the Suzaku, tore through the void, and suddenly dropped to the top of the Hongmeng Breaking Disaster Formation, rolling down several golden thunderballs from its throat to break the formation.
Li Xiaoyang was so stunned that he had no time to blame himself. He hurriedly raised the formation flag, trying to mobilize the Hongmeng Yuanqi Sword to stop him.
However, the thunderballs fell very quickly, each one dancing happily on the light screen, and the deafening thunderous explosions roared into the sky, and the monks all over the city were shocked to the point where their ears were ringing.
Xuanyuan Yi saw the opportunity earlier and jumped up to sacrifice his sword to intercept the green dragon. He looked at the horned dragon leaping out of the water. Although his eyes were full of fear, fortunately it was not serious and he felt a little relieved.
In an instant, Suzaku also arrived, looking furious and wanting to kill Qinglong in his claws.
The mist released by the disaster-breaking formation gradually dimmed, and the spirituality was deeply damaged. When facing the enemy in danger, the leader of the Taoist sect made a mistake on the spot, which was really embarrassing.
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The sky is blue, and the red sun in the morning is extremely magnificent, gently covering the sea with broken gold.
The battle flags were waving in the enemy camp, and tens of thousands of demon cultivators came out of the camp to form an array. Their morale was high and their anger was raging.
Xi Yao ordered the war beasts Qinglong and Xuanwu to retreat slightly and prepare their formations, and the final battle began.
Similarly, the drums in Zixia City thundered, Li Xiaoyang gathered his mind, and after a short period of magic circle delivery, he led the elites out.
Passing over the piles of corpses, the rebels formed a formation on the ice floe frozen by the cold force.
With the Cheyu Island and Huanye Palace battle groups as the left wing, the Tongchenyuan, Qingqiu Mountain and Shenzhou Island battle groups as the right wing, Li Xiaoyang and Xuanyuan Yi led the rest of the main army.
The armor is bright, the colors are dazzling, and the warriors are full of murderous intent. They are like a brave tiger and wolf army.
The atmosphere of the battle for supremacy among the beasts still lingered, but the horns sounded fiercely again, and the monks from both armies, armed with iron and steel, clamored to move forward.
"Strive forward! Endeavor! Heirs of Yanhuang! Drive away the evil! Sweep away the evildoers!" Xuanyuan Yi raised his sword and shouted wildly, taking the lead in sweeping the air and grabbing Xi Yao.
After hearing this, the human cultivators became excited and fought for justice, and everyone was willing to die generously.
Not to be outdone, the demon cultivators drove the beasts away and followed Xi Yao's pace to advance rapidly.
The barren land on the other side of the sea fetters their footsteps, but cannot fetter their ambition. They have to fight to wash away their shame and fight for the manifest justice of nature. Their dreams seem to have wings, and the dawn is about to come.
The rainbow glowed in the sky, and the surging crowd swept forward towards each other.
The two armies collided with the force of overturning the sea and moving the mountains. The sound was like thunder in the empty valley, and the momentum was like the violent wind and waves.
Thousands of blazing flames were unleashed, waves of knives were crisscrossing, waves of swords were flying, shadows of beasts and people were intertwined, and blazing beacons were burning across the vast sea that stretched for dozens of miles.
The desert is full of beacon smoke, and the blue sea is stained with blood!
The ups and downs of roars, wails and fighting sounds mixed into the most tragic and tragic notes.
The warrior wields a long sword and roars to dominate the situation. In the atmosphere of death or mine, killing as much as you want is the only belief left in your chest.
The rebel army adopted a steady and steady strategy. The main army set up a crane wing formation, with the sloppy Taoist as the main general. He was in the rear and surrounded by heavy troops. Pan Shenglin and Kuji were appointed as deputy generals, leading the army to half-spread the wings of a crane.
The outer edge is protected by the infantry cultivators and spirit beasts who are good at melee combat, followed by Duobu who is good at archery.
Those who set up the formation advance and retreat at the same time, as if they were one body. The wings are opened and closed in a flexible manner. This formation is both offensive and defensive, and can intrude and attract stubborn enemies to fight.
The rebels formed conical formations on their left and right wings, and their unstoppable forwards led their troops into the stubborn enemy's center, aiming to cut off the enemy's camp and isolate their front troops.
Wan Lifeng, Liu Ruoxi and Yu Dushui led Tongchenyuan's elite troops to attack. The heroic light moved forward, and blood rain flew all the way. The demon cultivator's battle formation was like a ripple, and those who stood in its way were invincible.
The accompanying monks never hesitated to fight, and kept their swords on both sides, expanding their victory while following the vanguard.
The sloppy Taoist ordered the flag to be waved, and the crane's wings moved in response to the flag. The monks from Tongchenyuan and Cheyu Island marched forward boldly, like a crab holding its claws, surrounding the demon cultivator's front army.
When the two armies met, arrows rained down like locusts, whizzing and swishing at the crane's embrace.
Different lights flashed from both sides of the crane's wings, and thick sword curtains advanced and retreated one after another, rising and falling in an orderly manner, like a perfectly integrated machine spring, moving steadily and never stopping.
The nameless phalanx laid out by the demon cultivator was split into two halves. The front and rear armies could not see each other, the formation was in chaos, and countless people fell.
The left and right wings formed by Tong Chen, Che Yu and other troops met on the battlefield, suddenly became the vanguard, and directly opened the long snake formation to fight to the death with the demon cultivator's rear army.
Thousands of cultivators were wearing spiritual armor, standing in staggered positions, walking on waves or leaping into the air, erecting a barrier with their bodies, trying to delay the other demon cultivators from rushing to help.
In the enemy's formation, Qiongqi saw that the front army was alone and hurriedly ordered the rear army to swarm forward. He saw thousands of angry flames spitting out, thousands of cold lights flowing down, and waves of glorious light like raging waves hitting the shore, rolling towards the human wall one after another. .
The sound of battle is loud, the armor collides with the iron body, the brave men beat the warriors, countless killing lights are running in the violent waves, and pieces of blood flowers bloom in the wind.
The Long Snake Formation's offensive was fierce, but unfortunately its defense was slightly weak, and its persistence was shattered soon after.
The demon cultivator seized the opportunity, and the remnants of the former army bravely broke through the encirclement. Enemy reinforcements rushed in to respond. When the troops were united, the battlefield immediately fell into a melee.
The sky was full of brilliant lights that were as bright as meteors. Wanlifeng, Lin Mo and other generals intercepted the Taoist cultivators and intervened in the melee. The remaining ones led their teams to gallop on the battlefield, carrying out a massive killing spree.
Han Bing's figure moves like a leaping swan, and he charges towards the enemy with his sword without fear. The Beiluan sword in his palm flies like a cloud, the sword moves suddenly and suddenly, and the sword shines like a waterfall or a river.
Yu Lu and Susha Qingying followed, killing the monsters coming from both sides. Du Ruozhou, Qu Yuyi and Yan Ci followed closely to clean up the remaining enemies to avoid being surrounded and killed by the monsters.
Yan Ci did not dare to leave the team even an inch, and often picked up the patched sword that was not completely dead. The interlaced purple and gold sword lights danced with phoenixes and flying dragons. The sword fell flat against the armor, cutting iron like mud.
Du Ruozhou secretly smacked his tongue when he saw this, and said bitterly: "The ghost is so clever that he wants to die. Is he so brave and deceiving the demon cultivator?"
Yan Ci had tried his best to keep a low profile, but after the Iris Fairy Sword was upgraded to a higher level, it showed its sharp edge, its fierce sword intent was extremely flamboyant, and it exuded the aura of longing to drink blood.
If you want to fully control that abundant spirituality, you still have to put in time and practice it.
Han Bingman held a handful of Yang spiritual flames and killed wantonly. She also didn't want to appear too outstanding, so as not to provoke powerful enemies. Unfortunately, the enemy troops in front of her were rolling in like a black frenzy, so she didn't dare to hold back.
Nearby, the Meiying team formed a spindle shape and advanced forward.
Lin Hao urged the Stardust Mirror to turn a Xuanzhao period demon cultivator with long thin scales into powder, and gasped: "Even sending such a thing to make up the number, Xi Yao is so generous!"
Before he finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly rushed towards him.
Infancy stage puppet! Lin Hao was horrified when he saw this. Before he could dodge, the puppet had already stretched out his fingers and grabbed it angrily.
A streak of purple light flew up, and when the sharp claws were about to reach the body, it quickly cut into the puppet's vitals.
The puppet slightly closed its palms and pressed lightly in the air on the edge of the purple light. The figure immediately walked away as fast as a ghost. It flew to the side and grabbed the top of Lin Hao's head. There was a harsh scratching sound from where the claws landed.
Yan Ci struck out with his sword, giving Lin Hao a moment of respite. Unfortunately, he still couldn't dodge, so he turned the Yun Shui Bowl over and placed it on his head for defense.
This situation was ingenious and funny. Lin Hao was shocked to the point where his ears were buzzing. He looked at the ten finger holes left at the bottom of the Yunshui Bowl and his hair stood up in shock. He secretly sighed that the retribution in this world came so quickly!
The puppet scratched the foreign object in confusion, and suddenly became confused.
Yan Ci's sword power failed, he slid forward and raised his sword, swinging out a trail of misty purple pillars to pursue him. Seeing the puppet's strong finger, Nightingale jumped out from the diagonal stab to help, and Lin Hao also got into the battle group to attack.
The three of them gathered around the Huaying puppet and fought like a lantern. The attack was so urgent that it was like the wind chasing the rain, or the rain chasing the wind.
[Serialized on Zongheng Chinese website. ]
