Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

With an order from Elder Yan, the entire Kun-Lai expedition team began to take action.

The grievance between Ziyun Dao and Kun-Lai has already occurred a hundred years ago. At that time, because of the presence of the Great Sage of the Monster Race, Kun-Lai’s focus was on the Monster Sage. For these door-to-door visits, he could only fight back. Don’t mention it. How frustrated.

Coming here this time meant to demonstrate itself, but the other party didn't do anything, and Kun Lai was too embarrassed to come to the door and drew his face.

But since the fight has started this time, it doesn't matter whether it is the pot of Master An Feng or Elder Ziyun Dao.

Just smoke!

Almost all the disciples returned to Feilai Peak in an instant, and the great formation on the peak opened at any time, and the invisible ripples spread out immediately, automatically resisting attacks from outside the formation-don’t think this is because Kun-Lai disciples are afraid of casualties, but for Feilaifeng and Fengli. The things are not hurt.

In the opposite city, a purple robed monk flew out, and seven people formed a formation automatically. The robes and spirit swords on their bodies were magical tools that matched the big formation. During their actions, the seven stars flickered. When they let them take action, Power multiplied.

Some of these monks had gold cores and some Nascent Souls, and the number of them was nearly a thousand, which should be the limit here. They would not attack those Feilai peaks that had activated the formation, but instead would do their best to encircle and suppress the Kunlai monks scattered outside Feilai peaks.

I saw a group of Ziyun people surrounded a Kun-Lai monk who was in the Nascent Soul stage, and the robe was repaired by a famous doctor, and then the doctor calmly threw a broken formation stone.

The small formation stone seemed to be stimulated by the true essence in the formation, and instantly released countless rays of light, absorbing the true essence in the formation, and then followed the seven-star light, turned into countless fragments, and exploded into the body meridians of Taoist Ziyun in the formation, and carried it on it. The heterogeneous zhenqi made them immediately reverse their meridians, almost planting them from the sky.

"Retreat!" The leader Ziyun Dao Yuanying cultivator roared with anger, and the cultivators were fighting with each other. They were insecure now, and they would definitely not be able to fight the person in front of them, even if the opponent had little strength to fight back.

"Don't run, don't run!" The medical repairer who was calm just now exclaimed for a while, and at the same time the ten-fingered missile quickly threw ten more out!

Their formation has not yet stopped, the ten broken formation stones that were optimized by Senior Brother Yang from Kun-Lai Tai Yifeng for ten years are quickly moved by Zhen Yuan in the formation, exploding countless fragments, and follow their true Yuan in the formation automatically. Finding their veins, this fragment of zhenqi is of the same origin and different species as them, even if they immediately used means to resist, they were blown into the veins by a lot of sand-like fragments, the zhenqi was instantly chaotic, except for the headed Yuanying The monk, the other Jindan monks led by him, like pigeons shot by arrows, thumped several times, and they were all blown down from the air.

Monk Yuan Ying fled quickly, knowing that he could not catch up, the medical practitioners ignored them, but took out the magical instruments and trapped the six Ziyundao monks on the ground with a smile, ignoring their expressions of death. , Dragged into the Feilai Peak next to it contentedly.

Before Monk Yuan Ying ran two steps, he saw a sword repairman in a golden cloth carrying a frenzied Monk Ziyun who had been beaten, smiling and blocking him.

Before the monk Yuan Ying could speak, he fainted inexplicably, fell from the sky, was collected by a large net, and fell into the hands of a monk with a jellyfish pattern in his black robe.

"Poison Peak's **** put people down! That's mine." Brother Jianfeng was furious, and stretched his sword to point directly at the opponent's nose.

"This will be divided into half for you later, and there will be more over there. You are fast, please do me a favor." The monk in the black background and white patterned robes pointed to the one who ran away and told him to hurry up. At this moment, the Jianfeng monk suddenly Swinging the sword, poison repair was shocked for a while, and said that a prisoner is not enough, right? But didn't avoid it.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, but Jianxiu Yijian blocked the Zijin Shuttle magic weapon that flew nearby for the poison repair. Seeing that the sneak attacking Monk Ziyun couldn't save people, he turned around and turned into a sword light and fell into the city.

Jian Xiu chased him immediately.

There was Brother Kun-Lai injured and fell into the Feilai Peak, and then the medical practitioners stepped forward to take care of them. They had been waiting for a long time, but the blue girl heard the voice of the wounded crying "Don't send me to the Blue Witch". It's just unhappy.

In less than an hour, the battle died down.

Although Feng Qingxiu was in the Feilai Peak, his invisible sword aura was terrifying and sharp, and he even severely injured a cultivator of Ziyun Dao's Transformation Period. After falling on the peak, he was bought by the excited young girl at a high price.

As for what Qing Girl would do if she bought it, Feng Qingxiu didn't dare to go into it. Anyway, Qing Girl's subordinates had never been killed, so he could only comfort himself in this way.

The battle between Peak Master An in the sky and the great elder Yanhui of Ziyun Dao City is still going on, and the great defense formation of Ziyun Dao City has also been opened. Several Kun-Lai disciples are still in the city, wanting to be arrested or hidden. I got up, but this kind of road warfare is a bit damaged and there is no way.

"Why don't you help Master An Feng?" Feng Qingxiu looked at the sky a little worried.

On one side, Youjia stretched out eight tentacles, and while searching for a dozen prisoners next to him, he casually replied: "If the Lord An Feng fights and doesn’t recognize people, who will fight whom? Elder Bai and Elder Yan went to help her back then. They were all beaten easily, and Elder Yan was also beaten with dark circles under his eyes. Later, it was stipulated that Lord An Feng could only fight by herself."

"Don't worry, she likes this kind of life-and-death battle." Next to a huge white octopus squid-at least ten times larger than Yuga, with dark eyes open, Yuga and a dozen of his prisoners were rolled together. Go, the struggling Yujia holding the Eight Swords can only cut off a few suckers on his tough tentacles. It is completely useless. The big squid continued with a deep and magnetic voice, "That kind of sword edge sips blood and swims away. The feeling between life and death is her favorite and most enjoyable."

But his son obviously has no interest in his voice!

"You Bazhao, you are not a squid, let me go, I caught these things!" You Jia slashed angrily.

"Several Jianfeng's disciples just said that you grab more people with your hands. This is wrong," Octopus warned him gently while lifting him away, and at the same time saying goodbye to Feng Qingxiu, "I'll go first. Now, when we finish dividing the things, let the young girl come over to buy someone. The original price will remain the same."

Feng Qingxiu didn't know what to say for a while.

"It's okay," Mrs. Guan comforted him gently, "Medical cultivation is no better than Danxiu, and new disciples who want to advance, always practice their hands, not with other schools, or with our Kun-Lai people."

Feng Qingxiu couldn't help laughing: "I have no objection, but fortunately, there are always a lot of hands-on practice in the expedition."

They chatted for a few words, and then looked at the monk who was looking to the sky. In the opposite city, there was a monk who supported the big formation, and the monk who fought with An Xian had gradually fallen behind.

Feng Qingxiu discovered that while watching, her eyesight gradually became clear. He couldn't see the details of the battle, but now, he can see the details, and he can even see that the other party is totally unfit for the rhythm of Master An. .

The fighting madman of Master An Feng, with one sword and one style, is full of confidence, daring to exchange injury for injury, life for life, even if the whole body is blood, his expression is also proud and wanton, open and close, a sword is heavier than a sword, Each style is fierce, even Feng Qingxiu feels that her slender body is not human flesh and blood, but contains an ancient giant beast.

And that Ziyun Dao elder's swordsmanship changed lightly, and the mystery was endless, but no matter how infinitely he changed, Master An Feng could always find his constant point from the endless changes, forcing him to compete with mana, the elder held the sword His hands and Master An Feng's hands were both shocked and dripping with blood.

With the same injury, Master An Feng's sword became tighter and tighter, but the elder was already unstable.

Finally, An Xian let out a long laugh, the sword was majestic, like a Tianhe, a huge star appeared behind her, and she saw the flaws in the opponent's long battle, and suddenly slammed down.

Not to be outdone, the other party turned into the true form of Swift with a full sword, as if vowing to cross the endless rivers and seas through wind, rain and lightning.

In the sky, the stars and giant swallows collided suddenly.

After a stalemate, the stars fell, blasting the giant swallow and the elder into the earth at the same time.

awesome!

Feng Qingxiu squeezed the paper man hard, and cheered loudly with all the disciples!