As soon as the two sides started fighting, the nine people from the north, including Wu Jingjing, took over the attack of the twelve moon-worshiping monks, while the three from the south, Qian Baishou, He Yuanji, and Wu Qinghuan, faced six moon-worshiping monks.
This on-the-spot response, with all considerations in mind, is hasty but fair. The three people in the southern border each bear the pressure of one more moon-worshipping monk, which is a understandable arrangement. After all, Qian Baishou and He Yuanji are both middle-level cultivators in the Purple Mansion Realm. Even if they are one-on-two, there is not much pressure to a certain extent.
As for Wu Jingjing, the fat monk from the Holy Talisman Sect, he was now alone against the middle-aged monk who was the leader of the Moon Worshiping Immortal Kingdom.
Three people from the southern realm faced off against six people from the Moon Worshiping Party. He Yuanji fought alone against two Moon Worshiping monks from the third level of the Purple Mansion Realm. Because he was assisted by the fairy beast Fengyun Ying, and because he was originally one level higher than the opponent, In almost a very short period of time, the two of them were defeated.
After Wu Qinghuan, the elder of Baihua Fairy Valley, faced two people of the same level, he fought and fled. Seeing that He Yuanji had the upper hand, he led his opponent to He Yuanji's side, trying to rely on He Yuanji's power of immortal beasts. , share some of the pressure.
Qian Baishou, the elder of Tongtian Sect, because he had the highest level among the three, took over the attack from the two moon-worshipping monks from the beginning. His eyes kept wandering to the crowd while he struggled with the two moon-worshiping monks. While leading the two of them to the battle circle in the north, they had the same plan in mind as Wu Qinghuan, but the target was changed to a group of people from the north.
Seeing Qian Baishou's sneaky moves, everyone in the northern border cursed in their hearts. They each took their chosen opponents to fight halfway, and immediately distanced themselves from Qian Baishou who was approaching.
It's just a tug of war. Although it's still a fierce attack on the surface, it seems a bit funny secretly.
After such a long time, when the fat monk Wu Changjing of the Holy Talisman Sect faced the middle-aged monk worshiping the moon, the situation became really bad.
It turns out that the middle-aged monk looks unattractive, but his cultivation has reached the sixth level of the Purple Mansion Realm. He is only one step away from entering the ranks of late-stage great monks. His strength is not that of someone who has just been promoted to the fifth level of the Purple Mansion Realm. Wu Jingjing could compete.
As soon as the two of them fought, Wu Jingjing noticed a bright moon-shaped mark between the man's eyebrows, and his heart immediately sank to the bottom of the valley.
He was no stranger to this moon-shaped mark. Almost all high-level monks from the Moon Worship Sect had this mark between their eyebrows. As the first sect of the Moon Worshiping Immortal Kingdom, the mark carved by the monks in the sect was not just for good looks.
It is said that the carving and cultivation of this moon-shaped mark are made to cooperate with a special magical technique of the Moon Worshiping God Sect. If you use that magical technique to inspire this seal, you can have a magic that far exceeds the current realm. Using magical means, this is the terrifying part of this seal.
After fighting for several breaths, the fat monk Wu Jingjing of the Holy Talisman Sect was penetrated by the purple flying sword offered by the middle-aged monk. A strange cold made his hands freeze.
Seeing the purple flying sword spinning in the air and attacking at a very fast speed, Wu Jingjing raised his hand and released a green Taoist talisman, which turned into a huge green bowl and covered the body of the flying sword.
The purple sword hit the green bowl and made a crisp sound, but the flying sword knocked the green bowl several feet away. The slightly sluggish sword body shook for a while, turning into three purple beams of light and slashing towards Wu Jingjing. Come.
When Wu Jingjing saw it, she pushed her palms forward, and her magical power spurted out along with the energy in her palms, transforming into a huge white cloud crane, waving its wings to draw all three purple beams of light under its feathers.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
After a burst of muffled sound like a barrage of cannons, the white cloud crane transformed by the magic gradually disappeared and was finally shot away. The three purple beams of light turned into the purple flying sword itself and slashed down towards Wu Jingjing's head.
In this fight, no matter whether they used Taoist talismans or magical techniques, they were all suppressed by the opponent. Wu Jingjing flew away from the fatal blow of the purple flying sword, but he knew it in his heart. He had just broken through to the fifth level of the Purple Mansion. Against this opponent who was at the sixth level of the middle stage of the Purple Mansion, it was really a bit of a rush.
Seeing that the situation in the other two battle circles was less than many and the situation was not optimistic, he could only grit his teeth and persist, struggling to deal with the middle-aged monk.
In this kind of fight between the powerful people in the Purple Mansion Realm, it was originally a rare thing for one party to easily kill the other.
After all, as a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm, he is already one of the top people in the immortal world. He has accumulated various magical skills and rare treasures over the years. Even if he cannot defeat them, he can still use his methods to escape quickly.
If they are not being surrounded, or if their realms are too far apart, or if their immortal arts and Taoism are suppressed too hard, they can usually survive for a long time. Even if you are defeated and defeated, the most you can do is play a cat-and-mouse game of chasing each other. Such contests involving escape skills usually end in nothing.
After all, if monks of the same realm really want to compare in terms of flight speed, I am afraid that only the chasing one is too good at escaping, and can intercept the fleeing party at a speed several times that of the enemy, and can use thunderous lightning to catch the fleeing party. The only way to kill him is to kill him.
Otherwise, such a contest of escape skills would often be a consuming chase that lasts for thousands of miles. Without a lot of hard work, it would be difficult to see the final outcome.
But in this way, even if you catch up and kill the opponent, there is no guarantee that someone will use the method of suppressing the bottom of the box to backfire, which is often not a good thing for both parties.
If the losses caused by such pursuit and fighting far away from everyone are too great, and it gives other people an opportunity to take advantage of, then the gain is really not worth the loss. This is also the reason why most high-level monks do nothing if they fall into a contest of escape techniques.
The day before yesterday, the Moon Worshipers' party was surrounded and killed by Dasheng's party due to the huge disparity in numbers. As a result, two Purple Mansion Realm monks died on the spot. Such a loss would be an extremely heavy price for any party.
This time, the Moon Worshiping Party sent the middle-aged monk who had reached the sixth level of the Purple Mansion Realm to lead the team. The number of people from the Purple Mansion Realm that came was several more than that of the Dasheng Party. They also wanted to capture Beiyuan Slope with one blow and stop their losses. .
If we can rely on the numerical advantage and the strength of the leading middle-aged monk to take the opportunity to kill one or two people and regain some ground, then it will naturally be the best result.
After the two groups fought for a while, He Yuanji and Wu Qinghuan finally came together. The two of them faced off against the four people from the Moon Worshiping Party, and they still managed to maintain a stalemate. The fairy beasts in the middle stage of the Transformation Realm are really too powerful. It can be said that Fengyun Ying alone can easily deal with two early Zifu Realm monks, not to mention He Yuanji, who is at the fourth level of the Zifu Realm, is sitting among them.
After Qian Baishou, the elder of the Tongtian Sect, had wandered around several times, it was even easier for him to deal with the two early-stage Zifu people on his own. He even still had some energy left, and kept looking at the crowd of people fighting on both sides with his eyes.
On the other side, the eight people from the north faced off against more than a dozen moon-worshiping monks. Although it was a bit difficult, relying on a few middle-level Zifu realm monks, they were able to maintain a stalemate in a short time.
Only Wu Jingjing, the fat monk from the Shengfu Sect, was in an increasingly dangerous situation.
It stands to reason that his cultivation level is already a bit lower than that of the middle-aged monk. Almost all his magic and other methods are suppressed by the opponent, so he should have withdrawn as soon as possible.
However, he was limited by his status as the leader of the Holy Talisman Sect, so he was unable to get off the stage. He even kept adding energy to drive the Tao Talisman to continuously advance towards the middle-aged monk opposite who was at the sixth level of the Purple Mansion Realm. I really don’t know what to say.
The next moment, the huge green bowl transformed from the green talisman was knocked away by the flying sword of the middle-aged monk. After countless blocks in this round, it finally turned into a broken green talisman, which was torn apart by the sword. Into debris all over the sky.
Wu Jingjing shouted loudly, raised her hand and threw another yellow talisman at the middle-aged monk. The talisman rose in the storm and turned into a bloody long blade several feet long, slashing straight towards the middle-aged monk's head. .
The middle-aged monk looked at the bloody long blade with an indifferent expression. He raised one hand and flicked it with his fingers. Suddenly, there was a clear and crisp sound of swords. The purple flying sword returned at a very fast speed, and struck the sword first. The blood-colored long blade transformed by the Taoist Talisman opened one by one, and then transformed into purple light and shadow, and continued to pursue the blood-colored long blade.
Although the Taoist Talisman of the Holy Talisman Sect is powerful, it still requires a considerable level of Yuanli as support. Facing the flying sword driven by a middle-aged monk who is much higher than his own level, its power and durability are naturally slightly inferior. Not as good as that.
In just a moment, the long blood-colored blade was chased down by the purple flying sword. It was faintly unable to withstand it, and it seemed that it would follow the footsteps of the giant green bowl talisman in the next moment.
The middle-aged monk no longer cared about the flying sword chasing the bloody long blade. He flipped his hands and formed a seal in an instant. He used his magic to create a huge red fire phoenix, which rolled toward Wu Chang overwhelmingly.
Immediately after this magical technique, he raised his hand and released a palm-sized piece of white jade-like object. It only flickered and then shot forward very quickly along with the fire phoenix.
These two methods were launched almost at the same time. The bright red fire phoenix shone brightly, briefly covering the white jade object.
Wu Jingjing just used magic to create a huge black shield in front of her. When the giant shield collided with the fire phoenix, she was shocked to realize that a white object was breaking through the shield from the side and shooting straight towards herself.
He briefly looked at the sudden foreign object and saw that it was a piece of white jade that had been shot out. His pupils shrank slightly. As he hurriedly hid, he took out a white talisman and held it in front of him.
The talisman and seal grazed the wind and turned into an octagonal round mirror. At this critical moment, it blocked the white jade thing from outside.
After a while, there was only a booming sound, and the white jade object suddenly exploded, emitting blazing and dazzling white light, causing everyone around to stop and look over.
After the white light flashed, the octagonal mirror formed by the white talisman had been blown to pieces. At this moment, Wu Jingjing's whole body was wrapped in a ball of pale and strange flames, constantly rolling in the air, emitting bursts of heart-rending screams. Howling in pain.
Some people died, but not completely...
