r words, there are altogether six markets in the periphery of Qingyun Mountain. After playing withfor a while, Lu Ye gradually figured out the use of the ten pictures. He began to look for the locatio...one side of Haotian League took action, and the soldiers divided into three ways, pounced forward all the way, and outflanked them two or so, so that they could form a semi-closed encirclement.

left a gap for the other side: first, it was unrealistic to go around the back, and second, he was afraid of forcing too much and stimulating the enemy's fighting spirit. Everyone still understood the most basic common sense of encircling Sanque.

there was a move here, and the monks on the other side of Wanmu Ridge immediately noticed it, but they didn't mean to escape, but they rubbed their hands and prepared for shame.

under the platoon, one side of WanMu Ridge soon formed a tight formation, ready to be prepared.

Brother Sanlu Haotian League slowly arrived at the designated position and waited quietly.

A dazzling pillar of light suddenly rose into the sky. It was Lu Yushan's Thunder Dragon Gun, and it was also a signal. At the moment when the roar sounded, the monks of San Lu Haotian League, thousands of people rushed forward together, and the momentum was amazing.

the skill and the streamer of the imperial instrument began to collide in mid-air, and Haotian League quickly gained some advantages by virtue of its superiority in number. Although it was not too obvious, it did suppress Wanmaoling to a certain extent.

with the passage of time, but also a deliberate concession by one side of Magic Ridge, the encirclement began to shrink, the two monks officially collided with each other, and the teams tangled with each other.

Lu Ye and Huaci stayed at the back and did not participate in this battle. They were waiting for a message.

if that is really a trap set by Magic Ridge, then the message should come soon.

when the monks on both sides were fighting like a raging fire, Lu Ye felt the mark of her battlefield, bowed her head and looked into it, then nodded to Hua ci: "it's our turn!"

it was summoned from the fourth brother that 3 million Monk Ridge, who was ambushed 20 miles away, had been sent out, obviously trying to kill him while the two sides were fighting each other, so that they could tear apart the front of the Haotian League camp and cooperate with their own monks inside and outside.

as long as the situation is opened on one front, then WanMu Ling can constantly expand its advantages and then deal a heavy blow to Haotian League.

this is also the reason for the weak performance of the attacked Monk Ridge friar. On the one hand, it is true that Haotian League is dominant in number, and on the other hand, it is also in line with the trend. If it does not give Haotian League any hope, how can it smoothly implement the next plan

of course, the current situation is that I don't know if they can hurry.

between the flash of light, Lu Ye and Huaci each spread a pair of red and green wings behind them, flew into the sky, and soon crossed the forefront of the battlefield, reached the center, and then quietly suspended there.

for a time, the eyes of many Monster Ridge monks saw that in this place where no one could fly, suddenly two people from Heaven flew into the sky, which naturally attracted people's attention.

the people of Wanmu Ridge immediately noticed that something was wrong, and immediately someone killed the land leaves and flowers, but they lost their strength before they got close.

the enemy is flying too high.

Lu Ye has a knife in his hand, and his spiritual power secretly urges him to block Huaci. His task now is very simple, to protect Huaci's safety and let her use her own means.

with a slight perception, Huaci made sure that the arrangement he had stayed here before had taken effect, and nodded: "here we go!"

she took a deep breath, her full chest heaved violently, and then a green halo swept in all directions, covering most of the battlefield in an instant.

the cry immediately came from below. When the merciful means began to take effect, many monks of Magic Ridge sensed that something was wrong, and their spiritual powers suddenly became obscure, as if the symptoms of erysipelas accumulation, which made many people's strength plummet in a very short period of time.

if this happens in ordinary times, it doesn't matter much, but now we are in the midst of a life-and-death struggle with the monks of Haotian League.

the battle that was originally a close match was immediately divided between life and death due to the change of one side's psychic power.

in just a few breaths, the screams came out one after another, blood and severed limbs flew together, and I don't know how many monks in the Magic Ridge had spoiled the seedlings.

"it was that woman who did this. Kill her!" When a Monster Ridge was seriously injured, he shouted that his head would be chopped off the next moment.

with a soft sound, a stream of light came from below, not an imperial instrument, but an arrow. Someone held a bow-shaped spiritual instrument and shot an arrow at Hua Tzu.

however, the arrow was cut open by the land leaf in front of her and failed to hurt her at all.

snort.

the bow holder below is good at archery. Between the grinding of his fingers, streamers chase the stars to catch up with the moon. Lu Ye wields long knives in his hands, swinging open sharp arrows that attack him, which makes his tiger mouth numb.

after a few breaths, the bow-wielding monk was chopped to pieces by several magnificent armies that had pounced on him.

the turquoise halo twists and turns outward one after another. Although Huaci has been here for many days, she has never had such an uninterrupted push for her own ability.

the number of people participating in the war this time is not comparable to that in the past. She can only do her best if she wants to resolve the battle here as soon as possible.

in a short period of time, Hua ci's face began to turn white, and at some point, he gently whispered, "Lu Ye!"

Lu Ye hurriedly turned around, grabbed Huachi's waist, took her and ran away from the battlefield, flaming red wings waving, and instantly left the battlefield.

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Huaci is not a big deal, but it consumes so much that she almost runs out of psychic powers, but before she leaves, Magic Ridge has run out.

there used to be 800 monks gathered here, which is only 200-odd fewer than Haotian League, but now the gap in the number has widened to more than 500. You can imagine how serious the deaths and injuries are in this short cup of tea.

the living monks are fleeing towards the gap in the rear. At this time, the speed of escape is very important. There is no need to run faster than the enemy, faster than their own men. It is impossible for Haotian League to hunt them down to be wiped out. There will always be some fish out of the net.

after the incense, the battlefield was full of corpses, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was almost impossible to melt. Thousands of monks of the Heavenly League fell less than a hundred people. Instead of going after those who had fled, they turned around and headed for the center of the state and land.

in that direction, an army of three hundred Monster Ridge monks was coming. They had received information that Hao Tian Meng's men had taken the bait and were fighting fiercely with their own side, so they rushed this way.

Twenty miles, with their feet fast enough to get to the battlefield, but looking up, they did not see their own monks, only a group of red-eyed monks rushed towards this side.

3 million Brother Magic Ridge is confused.

where are the eight hundred people on our own

it was not until then that they received a message from the defeated monks that only two hundred people had died and were on the run. They were told to run as quickly as possible.

the three hundred monks who came with support were about to vomit blood. This war was originally a trap set by them. As long as the people of Haotian League dared to step into it, there would certainly be no good fruit to eat, but those eight hundred people were killed and broke up without playing any role, simply incompetent.

although they wish to kill those who fled clean, they also know that they are in a bad situation at the moment. Although they all run out of the inner circle and are advanced, they really cannot give full play to their strength in this place, and the number of people is the key to winning!

three hundred to nine hundred, you can think with your toes that you are invincible.

so without hesitation, the three hundred monks who were on their way to the battlefield immediately turned around and prepared to escape.

they don't need to escape too far, they just need to run dozens of miles, and it will be impossible for them to catch up with them, because the more they go inside, the stronger their strength will be. most of those people are low-level monks, and they dare to chase them is to die.

however, after running not far away, a big formation took shape and shrouded them in it. The lethality of the big array was not very strong, but the power of the formation made the people caught in it heavy and slow in action.

A group of people in WanMu Ridge looked around in great horror and saw a petite woman standing on a big tree, looking at them with a smile, and there was still a disc shining in her hand.

"Feng Yue Zen!" Someone exclaimed, his face suddenly changed.

A Fengyue Zen is not enough to frighten them, but where Fengyue Zen haunts, Li Baxian must also be there, and there are a group of mighty and powerful people who follow them.

sure enough, a low drink came out: "sword array!"

when the words came to an end, Dao Jian light suddenly burst out from the big array, shuttling back and forth, bringing up a string of blood.

this big array was arranged by Fengyue Zen and Li Baxian, and it was hastily formed, and its power was not too great, but Li Baxian integrated all his flying swords into this method, raising the lethality of the formation to several levels.

more than 30 Haotian League monks emerged out of nowhere, showing what they had learned and doing their best to harass them, delaying the escape speed of the monks of Wanmu Ridge.

the rumbling sound came out that the nine hundred monks of the Haotian League came after them. Seeing this, the monks who were trapped in the battle all looked desperate.

the sound of hissing can be heard incessantly, and the streamers of martial arts and imperial instruments are everywhere under the cover of the great array, and someone suddenly laughs: "Laozi killed a heavenly nine-storey, , I am what I am today!"

the murderer is just an ordinary seven-tier situation, and there are two hundred tricks in the gap between the nine levels of heaven and the nine levels of heaven. In normal times, such a strong man could never be able to compete with him, but under such special circumstances, it has become a reality to attack the strong with the weak.

the ninth floor of the heavenly level is definitely the envoy of the big clan in the core circle. I guess I would never have thought that I would die at the hands of such a weak chicken.

more than one strong man was killed by the weak. Many of the three hundred people from Wanmaoling are strong men who have converted to heavenly kung fu, but now their fire of life is withering one after another. Haotian League, these low-level monks may fight, and find that their exploits have soared by dozens of points.

the situation was so good that Li Baxian waved his arms and shouted, "Little ones, it's time for revenge!"

said so, the first sword was killed, and the strong men who followed him all the way here were red-eyed, full of killing opportunities to follow.

these days they were so suffocated that until now, the anger in their hearts was released.h both of them have been repaired in the five layers of Yunhe, they have encountered some twists and turns along the way. There are too many monsters in Taimang Mountain, and no matter where they come...