Volume 1 Chapter 687: Engagement
Chapter 687: Battle
It has only been about two years since he helped the Nascent Souls seize their bodies, but they have cultivated a high-level team of 222 people. At this time, there were still sixteen Nascent Souls in the big walnut on his chest. Except for one person who was killed because he was fighting for a sand bear, the other fifteen were all monks from the Demon Cultivator Sect of the Holy Kingdom. He didn't have time to tell the truth about this group of people. No matter what kind of bad things they have done, I have never been able to decide whether to kill them or give them a chance to live again. Judging from the current situation, it might be a good idea to let them obey you honestly.
The disciples of the Jin family led them along the right side of the city wall, said to Zhang Awei: "Excuse me," and walked away quickly. It's rude to run off with guests, so I apologize in advance. Zhang Ping didn't care about this, smiled and said nothing, and followed them forward.
Soon after walking fifteen miles, a large tent appeared in front. It was very big, five times as big as ordinary tents. A group of people were still far away from the big tent. Suddenly, more than twenty monks in black appeared silently in front of them. The leader shouted: "Stop."
I just came down the mountain and saw more than a thousand monks. Every one of them is a person who has been in the killing array for a long time. They are fierce and ferocious. Their bodies exude murderous aura involuntarily, giving people a powerful and terrifying feeling. The more than twenty people in front of them were even worse. Their eyes were cold, their faces were expressionless, and they looked at them with an air of indifference to life. They looked at them as if they were ready to die at any time.
Turning around to look at Heiyi, Heiyi was also shocked. He had trained his men not to be afraid of death and to dare to kill people, but he had never seen anyone like the twenty people in front of him. If Hei Zhan was trained by him as if he were a killing weapon, then the twenty people in front of him were just as cold as a killing weapon. The difference between the two is the difference between like and being.
When a man in black blocks the road, the Jin family disciples will step forward to explain as usual. But this time, no matter what they said, it was useless. More than 20 people refused to give an inch or say a word. However, the firm determination and cold attitude shown in their eyes made Zhang Awei understand that as long as he dared to take a step forward, he would definitely be killed. , either they kill you, or you kill them.
Zhang was afraid of causing trouble unintentionally, so he led the people to stand still and let the Jin family deal with them. Zhang Tianfang was not happy and muttered: "Trouble." But Hei Yi suddenly said: "As long as you give me time, I can do the same." He was aroused by the men in black and did not believe that his black battle was no match for the other party.
Zhang Wen smiled and said: "It's good like this now." No one wants to be a tool and judge others by their own feelings, and Zhang Wen doesn't want to be too jerkish.
They waited for a while, the eight Jin family disciples were still explaining and persuading, and the man in black was still unmoved. At this moment, a soft voice came from the big tent: "Let them come over."
Zhang chuckled fearfully: "I thought you could hold back your words forever."
The person in the tent whispered: "I really don't want to talk to you." Judging from the tone, the two seemed to know each other.
Zhang Ai stood still. He didn't want to enter the big tent, so he looked around and asked softly: "Where is Jin Da?" He had known that there was a master in the tent, and he wanted to kill his master, so he was too lazy to speak.
The soft voice said: "Four hundred miles north, if I am correct, he should be fighting."
This sentence surprised Zhang Awei. He actually asked Jin Da to do it himself? How powerful is this enemy? He ordered: "Follow me, let's go." He led the people to fly north.
After they left, the curtains opened, and a thin middle-aged man walked out, it was Jin San, and Jin San, who was as tall as the sky in fear of hatred. But you can't tell from the appearance. There is no hatred or coldness in his eyes. He looks towards the north with a sense of indifference.
Once a group of people attacked Zhang Ao, but Zhang Ao used a spell to blow him up with wounds all over his body. Although the talisman was not fatal, the Fu Shen Sword in Zhang Ai's hand could be fatal. Jin Si came to the rescue at the critical moment, and ended up saving him, but Jin Si had to blow himself up and died. Whenever he thinks of this matter, Jin San hates it so much. This is an undying hatred, and this matter must be resolved one day.
Zhang was afraid that it was him in the big tent, so he didn't bother to pay attention to him. For the sake of protecting the lives of millions of people in the valley, he had no choice but to do nothing and not take revenge, but he didn't want to see these bastards. Hatred is hatred after all, and it cannot be resolved by saying a few words. In comparison, he would rather get along with Jin Dajiner who has no blood on his hands from the Tianlei Mountain disciples.
Leading the team to fly straight to the north, Zhang Tianfang was very excited and followed him with the ghost knife tightly in hand. Fang Jian lazily walked behind Bai Zhan. The two teams, white and black, formed a shuttle formation. Everyone pointed their swords at the ground and moved forward quickly.
It was only four hundred miles, and with their cultivation, they could arrive in a matter of seconds, but in order to maintain their formation, they deliberately slowed down and walked a little longer.
When they arrived, they saw fighting. Jin Da led nearly 600 monks in white and were trapped among a group of men in black. He has extraordinary cultivation, and he kills with his sword without mercy. He is invincible to all the men in black, but he cannot withstand the large number of people, so groups of people rush forward bravely as if they don't care about their lives.
Zhang Ai glanced briefly and knew that Jin Da was fine. Although there were more than a hundred white-clothed corpses in the field, compared with the enemy, the ratio was about ten to one. There were many enemy corpses everywhere on the battlefield. Scanning with his spiritual sense, he found that the man in black was dead. Sure enough, the Ghost King came in!
In the past, the enemies of the Jin family were the Mao people, and many tribes united to attack one Jin family. Now, the enemies of the Jin family are men in black, but there are also hairy men on the battlefield. They did not fight. Nearly ten thousand people gathered five miles away, watching the Jin family fight hard.
Zhang is afraid that he doesn't understand, what's the matter? When are you still playing War of the Three Kingdoms? What is the hairy leader thinking?
The black-clothed men also had many experts, but they could not stop Jin Da. They were surrounded and killed by him several times. So more black-clothed men focused their attention on the disciples of the Jin family. If they could not kill the powerful ones, they would drag some of the less powerful ones to be buried with them. Ghost claws, cold swords, and black mists appeared one by one on the battlefield, attacking the unprepared disciples of the Jin family with many against one.
The disciples of the Jin family were really fierce. They followed Jin Da to kill the enemies. No one retreated. Some had broken arms and some had chest injuries, but they still gritted their teeth and persisted. Some seriously injured people even committed suicide in order not to drag others down. Soon, the consciousness of the living people dissipated, and they turned into cold corpses scattered on the grassland. This is the cruelty of war. Even if the battle between cultivators is fierce, it is only a battle between a few or a dozen people, and it is definitely not so tragic.
Looking at the killing in front, Zhang Tianfang said anxiously: "What are you still looking at? Fight." He was about to rush forward. Zhang Pa suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Fang Jian, watch Tian Fang and don't let him make a move." Zhang Tian Fang was furious: "Why?" Zhang Pa didn't have time to explain, so he said lightly, "Let's watch the show first." He showed his hard iron knife and slashed into the crowd horizontally. He followed the knife and rushed into the encirclement of the black-clothed men.
Following him was Bai Zhan. It was very easy for two hundred Yuanying masters to deal with a group of black-clothed men. These guys wore white clothes, but their hearts were darker than charcoal. They had been bullied by Zhang Pa and had to listen to everything he said. They didn't consider the dignity of masters at all. The anger they had been holding back for hundreds of days was released at this time. They rolled into the battlefield like crazy. Wherever they passed was cleaner than a locust plague. There were no corpses. All the corpses were kicked far away by them.
Finally, it was Hei Zhan. Because Bai Zhan opened the way in front, Hei Yi was behind the team, expanding the formation to become a goose wing, and a team of three took turns to harvest the lives of the black-clothed men. It's not that they want to fight in formation, it's just that Bai Zhan is too ruthless, killing the enemy without leaving a single piece of armor. If they don't spread out the formation, they can't kill the enemy.
There are about 5,000 men in black. After Jin Da's fight, plus Zhang Pa's people coming to kill, more than 3,000 people died in a short time. It's all because Bai Zhan is too fierce, ten lives per person. As for the more than 1,000 disciples of the Jin family, and Hei Zhan, only more than 1,000 people were killed together.
The leader of the men in black found that the opponent had strong reinforcements, but he didn't run away. He smiled sinisterly at Zhang Pa and Jin Da, raised his head and let out a long roar, and led the remaining less than 2,000 people to rush towards Bai Zhan.
After his long roar, a black team suddenly appeared on the grassland to the east of the battlefield, like a black cloud flowing along the grassland. They were moving in the direction of the Jin family camp behind the city wall, 400 miles away.
When Jin Da saw Zhang Pa coming, he said coldly: "Why are you here so late?" The sword in his hand did not stop, and he had killed eight people in the time it took to say four words.
Zhang Pa's strength surprised him. He couldn't figure out where he found two terrifying teams, especially Bai Zhan, two hundred Yuanying masters? What a joke, with this strength, it's enough to destroy the Jin family. He was a little nervous, not knowing whether it was right or wrong to ask Zhang Pa to help.
Zhang Pa replied: "Let's kill people first, what nonsense." He was more ruthless than Jin Da. Jin Da said one word to kill two people, and he chopped a group of people with one sword. At least five or six people were killed, and more than ten or twenty people were also easy. After saying one sentence, he killed more people than Jin Da.
Jin Da smiled arrogantly: "What's this little thief?" He rushed to the periphery with the disciples of the Jin family. He planned to join Zhang Pa to make dumplings and wipe out the black-clothed people in front of him.
Zhang Pa looked at the black-clothed people, less than two thousand, because they were too scattered, covering a large area. One by one, fearless and brave, they rushed to the disciples of the Jin family and Hei Zhan and Bai Zhan. Most of them were at the Jindan level, and more than ten were at the Yuanying level. Zhang Pa became more and more curious about the Ghost Emperor. What tricks did this guy have to create so many powerful subordinates with bare hands?
He asked Jin Da: "Is everything okay over there?" He was talking about the black team that attacked the big tent.
Jin Da said: "It's okay." Although he said nothing was wrong, he was still a little anxious in his heart. His men stepped up and quickly killed the black-clothed men.
Zhang Pa smiled and said: "Leave it to me, you go back."
Jin Da shook his head: "There is Jin San over there." It means that nothing will happen.
Zhang Pa turned around and looked back, and the black cloud had disappeared. Released his spiritual sense, he found that many tents in the Jin family camp sent out troops at the same time, and more than a thousand Jin family children crossed the city wall to meet the black team. The two sides were about to fight. Sighed: "I owe you, you go back." As he said that, he released more than a hundred Fu Shen Snakes. He thought clearly that there was no need to hide his strength in front of Jin Da. With the powerful information network of the Jin family, he had it. As long as he showed his strength, Jin Da would definitely know everything.