Four Hundred and Thirtieth Eight Chapters World War I Ascended the King (4)

The setting sun sword, the sword comes out like the wind, and the setting sun can be set with one sword.

Yang Zhangliang waved his feather fan quickly, and roared "drink" in his mouth. There were five hundred demon cultivators around him, and the light flashed. A black shield appeared in front of Yang Zhangliang, blocking the way of the sunset sword.

The sunset sword, the sword is extremely fast, the blade is sharp and boundless, and the black defensive shield formed by the battle formation cannot effectively defend against this kind of extremely penetrating sword move. Zhang Liang.

With a sound of "pa", seeing that the Sunset Sword was about to hit Zhang Liang, a huge golden diamond mace fell from the sky beside Zhang Liang, and hit the Sunset Sword head-on. With great force, the Sunset Sword was swept away.

In the air, a body as tall and strong as an iron tower landed in front of Lushan Zhangliang, raised his head and laughed, Shi Yong said loudly: "Sunset Huang Minghuang, doing this is the behavior of a villain, hahaha, Don’t run if you have the guts, fight with Shi Yong for 300 rounds.”

In the body of Laughing, Shi Yong brandished his maces with both hands, rushing towards him violently like a whirlwind.

The Sunset Sword circled beautifully in the air, and flew back to Huang Minghuang. Huang Minghuang smiled lightly on his face, and said loudly: "Iron Tower, if you want to fight, fight, I'm afraid you won't succeed, the desert is solitary, the long river is full of sunset... "

Following Huang Minghuang's loud laughter, on the battlefield, it seemed that the yellow sand was boundless and boundless. The sword is like a solitary smoke and firework, straight and gathered, and the speed is extremely fast, straight to the iron tower.

While Huang Minghuang and Iron Tower Demon Shiyong were fighting, the Demon Sect, who had been prepared for a long time, also mobilized and divided into two groups to meet the Qingyunmen disciples.

Standing in front of the Qingyunmen monk led by Rising Sun Sword Peng Lin was a pale, strange monk wearing a green robe, disheveled hair, curly and forward nails like sharp swords.

a monk?

Rising Sun Sword Peng Lin frowned slightly, and shouted in a deep voice, "Corpse Demon Tian Hongjian?"

"Quack quack quack", the corpse demon Tian Hongjian laughed strangely, and showed a piercingly miserable and ugly smile at Rising Sun Sword Peng Lin, and then. With a low growl, "Come out, children."

The corpse monsters fought against each other and formed an army of their own. With his low growl, a group of stinky zombies appeared around his body.

The zombie is tall and has a livid face. Like bronze, the corpse's breath is billowing. Under the leadership of the corpse demon, they joined the battle formation and faced the rising sun sword Peng Lin. Three hundred copper corpses, copper skin and iron bones, fought with the monks of the rising sun peak, and they were evenly matched.

The copper corpse is a zombie refined by magic monks with special means, the body of the copper corpse. Comparable to a body-refining cultivator's bronze body, it is extremely difficult to entangle, and the corpse demon Tian Hongjian, with three hundred bronze corpses forming an army of its own, is enough to make it difficult for Rising Sun Sword Peng Lin to separate himself.

On the battlefield, the number of monks from the Five Elements Demon Sect was slightly superior, and the Corpse Demon Tian Hongjian blocked a third of the Qingyunmen monks. Immediately, after the start of the battle, Sunset Sword and Song Xiaoli felt pressure doubled. Facing almost twice as many demon cultivators as themselves, the battle was in jeopardy.

Fortunately, monks practice. Individual strength is very important. After reaching the foundation building stage, monks have great differences in combat power. For the same monks in the late foundation building stage, there is a big gap whether they have condensed Tiangangdisha, and the quality of condensed Tiangangdisha is different. There is also a huge gap in combat power.

The watershed-like strength gap has created generations of outstanding figures.

The watershed-like performance of combat power allows each monk to gallop on the battlefield, unmatched.

In the battlefield between the Iron Tower Demon and the Sunset Sword, the difference in combat power is most obvious.

The Vajra mace, also known as the four-edged golden mace, is long and has no blade, has four edges, and is eight feet long. It is so heavy that non-spiritual monks cannot use it freely, and its lethality is spectacular. They will also be crushed to death.

The Iron Tower Demon had thick arms and waved his maces like the wind. The monks of the Five Elements Demon Sect knew very well that his boss would be disowned if he wielded his maces, so they all consciously dispersed and made way for a road.

On the Qing Yunmen side, many monks could not dodge in time, they would be injured or die if they were touched, even ordinary late-stage foundation establishment monks could not resist their sharpness.

And under the setting sun sword, the sword is like a sunset smoke, rolling up long yellow sand. Wherever it passes, the monks of the magic way who are swept away are all bruised and mourned.

When the two started fighting, ordinary foundation-building cultivators had to stay far away and temporarily avoid their sharp edge. In the battlefield, a battlefield with a radius of Li Xu was vacant.

Under the control of Shen Yu and Yang Zhangliang, the other monks of the two sects in the middle road surrounded the battlefield, moving left and right, circling and fighting.

Before Iron Tower and Sunset had decided the winner, in the middle lane, it was difficult for anyone to say who would win.

In front of Song Xiaoli's phalanx, no one with high strength can block her flying phoenix sword. In this direction, the number of disciples of the Five Elements Demon Sect is twice that of Qingyun Sect. However, under the cover of her impact, they can still maintain Live the situation.

If it wasn't for Song Xiaoli's weaker combat power, and if Song Xiaoli also had the might of the rising sun and setting sun swords, Caiyun, the team she led, would even have an advantage on the battlefield.

At this moment, the battle of monks is just like the mortal battlefield, the ordinary foundation-building monks are like the mortal soldiers, and those with outstanding combat power are the brave generals on the battlefield, the majestic and invincible battlefield heroes.

Bowen stood on the top of the mountain, clenched his fists, and looked at the battlefield.

Sun Hao put away the chessboard, and stood beside him quietly, looking at the enemy and us, the fierce battle was in full swing.

With a huge disparity in numbers, the battle situation is finally developing in an unfavorable direction.

After fighting for an hour, Bowen couldn't help himself, clenched his fists and blurted out: "Xiao Wu..."

Following Bowen's line of sight, on the battlefield in the middle, a casual cultivator who was walking closer to Bowen was pierced by the demon cultivator's sword at this time, and amidst the screams, he was instantly overwhelmed by various spells and died.

After another stick of incense, Bowen cried out again: "Junior Brother Jiang..."

In the corpse demon formation, a young monk from Rising Sun Peak was hit by corpse poison, fell headlong and fell into the air.

In the past, Tongze was full of chatter and laughter, but today the battlefield has fallen one after another.

Bowen clenched his fists tighter and tighter, his tiger eyes filled with sadness.

Turning his head suddenly, Bowen looked at Sun Hao: "Chen Xiang, that day, but you saved me?"

Sun Hao showed a calm smile on his face, and nodded slightly: "It is Sun Hao."

Bo Wen suddenly knelt down on one knee, bowed his hands to Sun Hao, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Chen Xiang, are you willing to put aside the previous suspicions, don't care about Li Zi, and fight for Qingyun?"

The smile on Sun Hao's face narrowed, he stretched out his hand to help Bowen, and sighed leisurely: "I have to, but I can't, Chen Xiang has a big enemy, guarding the Five Elements Demon Boat, once Chen Xiang's reputation is too prominent and known to the enemy, I'm afraid he will kill himself disaster."

There is a big enemy, guard the Five Elements Demon Boat!

Bowen immediately understood that what Sun Hao was referring to was the Jindan Daoist, and he was also a Jindan Daoist with advanced cultivation.

Immediately, with a sad smile on his face, he stood up, cupped his hands at Sun Hao and said, "Bowen understands."

After finishing speaking, he turned to the battlefield, and said lightly: "Chen Xiang, I can't stand the blog post anymore, so we bid farewell. I hope that in the future, you and I will have the opportunity to sit and discuss battles, taste wine and play chess."

A bitter smile appeared on Sun Hao's face: "Brother Bowen..."

Bowen waved his hand, interrupted Sun Hao's words, leaped forward, rushed to the middle of the battlefield, and sang "Battle Hymn of Qingyun" loudly: "The blue clouds are shining, and the clouds are shining; tomorrow will rise, and the stars will shine... "

Sun Hao sighed leisurely, thought for a while, and finally couldn't sit still, the fire dragon sword shook and appeared in the air, Sun Hao jumped up and rushed into the battlefield.

However, they rushed towards Caiyunfeng's headquarters led by Song Xiaoli.

Although the senior sisters didn't like to see Sun Hao very much, they did a good job in one thing.

All the while, they were like an old hen protecting its chicks, preventing Sun Hao from getting involved in danger. Even if it was a confrontation between two battlefields, Song Xiaoli arranged for Sun Hao to retreat in advance, and Sun Hao saw that the situation was not right, and fled in advance.

Although Sun Hao accepted the kindness of the senior sisters frankly, but at this moment, the senior sisters were in a disadvantageous situation, and Sun Hao could not stand alone, and finally entered the battlefield.

Sun Hao's thinking at this time is that the battlefield is chaotic, and he can fish in troubled waters, at least he must find a way to keep the seniors safe and sound.

If it is not necessary, Sun Hao will not expose himself easily.

It's just that once the battle situation starts, the development of the war situation will not depend on the will of the people, unless you don't enter the battlefield.

Sun Hao had no choice but to come here at this time, unless he was willing to watch the senior sisters fall and remain indifferent.

Song Xiaoli had already been surrounded by a large number of demon cultivators, a pack of lions and wolves, entangled endlessly, and Cai Yunfeng's troops were finally divided by far outnumbered demon sects.

The five senior sisters, Zhang Zuyu with eyebrows and bangs, Deng Yuanming with black braids, Liu Hua with a baby face, Zhou Yong, who is short and fat, and She Lihua, who is skinny and skinny, have been used to it for many years, and their combat power is relatively strong. Become a small group, and be surrounded by magic cultivators, enduring waves of magic cultivating spells.

The Caiyunfeng monks have been divided into small groups, fighting on their own, with no one caring about the other.

"Zu Yu, be careful." During the fierce battle, Liu Hua exclaimed.

The sisters were all startled, a silent cold light flashed in the corner of their eyes, a petite spiritual weapon shaped like a shuttle shot at Zhang Zuyu's vest, Zhang Zuyu didn't know why, so he didn't notice it at all.

Deng Yuanming shouted coquettishly: "Zu Yu, flash..."

The sisters Qixin and the other four rushed to help Zhang Zuyu, but before it was too late, Zhang Zuyu was about to be hit by the shuttle.

The shuttle is inconspicuous, seemingly harmless, but the sisters know that it can escape everyone's perception and attack the spirit weapon in everyone's formation, how can it be underestimated?

Watching helplessly, the shuttle will hit Zhang Zuyu in no time.

With a sound of "dang", an extremely ugly broken sword slashed on the strange shuttle.

There was a burst of ripples behind Zhang Zuyu, and the huge air wave pushed Zhang Zuyu back a few feet, and then he quickly stabilized his figure under the cover of his sisters.

When the sisters looked back, the sudden shuttle and the broken sword had all disappeared. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to come)<