Behind the old general Xue, Master Ran and Master Ning from the "Wendao Academy", Master Xing Potian, the leader of the "Phantom Beast Sect", and the governor of Xiqi, Xie Tianshu, were lined up in one line.

Each of them had a gloomy expression, a shattered dress, a bit of a dusty face, and was indescribable in a mess.

The big soldiers around were also sparse, with few left.

From these soldiers with dull eyes and low momentum, there was no sign of the heroic army of hundreds of battles before the war.

"That's the end!"

General Xue sighed, feeling extremely tired, "Get away!"

Don’t think that he is always called a “old general”. In fact, he is much younger than the two masters of the academy.

However, at this time, General Xue was worried and wrinkles were added to his face without realizing it. He looked a few years older than Master Ning.

"General Xue, if he retreats again, the entire Xiqi Province will be completely destroyed!" A trace of pain flashed in Xie Tianshu's eyes.

Knowing that this battle had been defeated, he was somewhat unwilling to accept the reality for a while.

After all, once Xiqi Province falls, his position as the governor of Xiqi will be considered to be in name only and there will be no more jurisdiction.

Losing territory will bring him endless ridicule and humiliation, and even more, it will make him bear the eternal infamous, be despised by countless great people, and be despised by countless people.

"What can I do if I don't retreat?" Old General Xue frowned and pointed at the dark figures above the enemy. His voice unconsciously increased a few points, "Ten thousand spiritual masters, how to fight!"

Xie Tianshu's face froze and he said nothing.

"I didn't expect the 'Dark Temple' to be so crazy!" Master Ning cursed hatefully, "I have created ten thousand spiritual masters, and I don't know how many people have done experiments on them, killing so many innocent lives!"

"One of the seven holy places, only my school strictly prohibits human experiments." Master Ran smiled bitterly and murmured to himself, "Ran has always been proud of this. Now it seems that we are really wrong?"

"Why did Master Ran say this?" Master Ning said unhappy, "How can you do this if you violate the harmony of heaven?"

"But if we don't do it, other holy places will do it, just like this 'dark temple'." Master Ran pondered for a moment and replied slowly, "They will become stronger and stronger, and even destroy other holy places and unify the cultivation world. What kind of purgatory will it be on earth?"

"Ning has always believed that evil cannot defeat righteousness!" Mr. Ning said firmly, "I don't want Xiaojie to live in a school that ignores the lives of others."

"The two masters, it's not the time to discuss these things." The speaker was Xing Potian, the leader of the Phantom Beast Sect. "It's more important to save your life first."

"Sect Master Xing is right." Mr. Ning stared at the dense enemy spirit masters in the sky and said firmly, "You go first, I am behind the palace!"

"I'll be with you." Master Ran echoed.

"I'll both of you." General Xue stopped hesitating, slowly raised his right arm and made a retreat gesture.

"General Xue, but the son..." Xie Tianshu said again.

It turns out that including the masters of the "Wendao Academy" and Xiqi sects, there were originally more than a dozen spiritual masters in this side. They had firmly controlled the situation and forced the "Dark Temple" to retreat step by step.

The old general even thought that as long as he worked harder, he could drive the enemy out of Xiqi Province and even counterattack the chaotic land.

However, the strange ringtone that suddenly appeared in the enemy army was like a wake-up call, completely awakening him.

Accompanied by the ringtone, there were the strong spiritual masters who were densely packed in the sky and could not see the end at first sight.

General Xue made a rough calculation and immediately became so shocked that his legs and feet became weak, and he almost fell from his horns.

More than 10,000!

He never dreamed that every Lingzun boss who was once known as the peak of secular combat power, could dominate the world and dominate the country one day, would appear on the battlefield with the unit of "Ten Thousand".

The result of this battle between ten thousand spirit masters vs. more than a dozen spirit masters is obvious.

During the battle, Master Ran keenly discovered that there was still a big difference between these tens of thousands of spiritual masters and ordinary practitioners.

Each of them had a dull expression and dull eyes. Although he had a physical body and cultivation level of the Spirit Lord, he could only use a superficial spiritual skill, and his combat method was monotonous and unique, and there was no skill at all.

puppet?

After a moment of fighting, such a thought came to his mind unconsciously.

As the saying goes, many ants bite the elephant to death.

Although the individual combat power of these 10,000 people is far inferior to that of a top spiritual master like him, it is defeated by a large number. Under the control of those strange ringtones, the attack routine is also orderly and moderate in advance and retreat.

The combat power of the two sides was already different. In addition, there were elders of the "Dark Temple" like Ye Qingke mixed in and attacked each other for a while. The powerful spiritual masters who fought here were immediately beaten to death, and they could run away.

However, in just a moment, only the four masters left by the side of General Xue were now, and each of them was more or less injured.

Among the missing spiritual masters, the old general's favorite son, Xue Pingxi, "Broken Dragon Sword".

"The overall situation is the most important thing!" A trace of undetectable pain flashed in the eyes of the old general Xue, and he said firmly, "That brat... let him ask for more blessings!"

The few remaining soldiers received the order and quickly began to retreat, trying to escape from the battlefield as quickly as possible.

Master Ning and Master Ran jumped to the high altitude at the same time, blocking the nearly ten thousand spirit masters who were chasing him.

"There are indeed some stubborn thoughts in the 'Wendao Academy'."

A white figure slowly walked out from the tens of thousands of spiritual masters, standing in the sky, with cruelty and cruel eyes in her eyes, and a sneer was hanging on the corner of her mouth, "As a person in the holy land, he is willing to take risks and cut off the rear for the secular ants. How stupid! How ridiculous!"

This person was Ye Xike, the elder of the "Dark Temple" who had a battle with Master Ran not long ago.

"Risk, what risk?" Mr. Ning laughed, "You guys who are fucking can kill them with one hand, so I deserve to take risks?"

"What a great skill!" Ye Fengke seemed to be hit by the laughter, his whole body trembled, and he was laughing strangely, "I want to see how your old man Ning used one hand to destroy this All Spirit Lord! Go!"

With his loud shout, the strange ringtone echoed on the battlefield again. Tens of thousands of sluggish-looking spiritual masters moved when they heard the sound, like hornets poked into their nests, and rushed towards the two masters one after another.

"A mountain of books and sea of ​​learning!"

Mr. Ning's face was not afraid, his hands were "splitting" together, and countless books shining with white light suddenly appeared all over his body.

The pages of each book are constantly flipping, and the dazzling light bursting out from it instantly illuminates the entire sky, covering all the dozens of puppet spirit masters who rushed in the front.

"Daohua three thousand!"

On the other side, Master Ran was also unwilling to fall behind. He shouted softly, and suddenly one clone after another that was exactly the same as himself jumped out of his body, galloping towards all directions.

These clones flashed and moved in the air, and their movements were extremely fast, making people dazzled.

Soon, the clone and the deity became a mess, making it impossible to distinguish the authenticity.

Each clone struggled forward, extremely brave. When he caught the puppet spirit master, he punched and kicked it. However, in just a few dozen breaths, more than twenty puppet spirit masters were easily shot dead by him and fell from a high place.

The two masters of the school seemed determined to fight against the masses with few, and to fight against tens of thousands of spiritual masters.

"Tsk, an old thing that is stubborn!" Ye Fengke frowned, and the fierce look in his eyes became stronger and stronger. "If you want to protect those secular ants? I won't let you do what you want, puppet master!"

"You are really hard to serve!"

An extremely harsh voice came from somewhere, "Boys, work!"

A ringtone floated in the sky again.

Among the puppet spirit masters who were originally gathered, dozens of people suddenly separated, and they flexibly bypassed the locations of the two scholars of the academy and headed straight for the Daqian army.

not good!

The two masters all changed their expressions and were about to stop them, but they were tripped by the puppet spirit masters around them, unable to distract him from taking care of them.

"General Xue, you go first!"

Seeing the pursuers from behind attacking, Xing Potian hesitated for a moment and finally said, "I'll leave this to Xing!"

After saying that, he patted the spiritual bird companion beside him, and the figures of each person and griffon rose from the ground at the same time, turned into two rays of light and rushed into the air, blocking the dozens of spiritual masters who were chasing him.

"If I unfortunately die, Madara will take over the position of sect leader!"

Before rushing to the enemy, Xing Potian sinks into his dantian and shouts this sentence to the disciples of the Phantom Beast Sect in the army, "Poxie, let's do a good job today!"

He is known as the "No. 1 Spirit Lord of Xiqi". He is naturally strong, but he is just a secular Spirit Lord after all. After meeting dozens of opponents of the same level, he barely passed several moves and suffered countless punches and foot techniques on his chest and behind him. He soon couldn't hold on and fell into the air with Poxie and slammed heavily on the ground with a "bang".

Seeing that the opponent was seriously injured, these puppet spirit masters rushed to the ground one after another, and countless spiritual skills were attacking Xing Potian from all directions, without any intention of showing mercy.

Bande, next the Phantom Beast Sect will ask you!

Xing Potian, who knew he was unlucky, smiled bitterly, slowly closed his eyes, and quietly waited for the end of his life.

At this moment, a terrifying sword energy rushes from a high altitude in the distance, slashing at the puppet spirit masters who are rushing in front with the momentum of meteors.

Wherever the sword energy passed, a deafening sound of breaking through the air burst out, like a flying divine lightning and purple lightning thunder. It easily cut the three puppet spirit masters in the front row into two pieces at the same time. Then the remaining power continued to move forward, hitting the ground hard, causing mud and sand to splash, dust flying, and dust everywhere.

“Huh?”

It seemed that he had no expectation that the other side would have reinforcements, Ye Xiaoke's eyes turned and landed in the direction where the sword light came.

Tens of feet away, a slender figure stood.
Chapter completed!