"It's the Wind and Thunder Team!"

"Help!"

The group of body refiners from the Quanshui team recognized He Fengnian's whirlwind killing move at a glance, and ran back along the bank of the stream with a look of luck on their faces, hoping to join up with this rescue force.

On the other hand, the group of Qiang Bone Clan magicians, after seeing the rolling wind blades, separated into five people and cast spells on the ground together.

With a few pops of pops, hundreds of thick earth pillars were seen rising from the bank of the stream. When they met those green wind blades, they erupted into crushed sand, stones, and dust.

For a time, the entire stream bank was filled with dust and chaos.

"Each one looks for his opponent!"

He Fengnian continued to command, their arms colliding with each other, and their bodies twisting and turning on the spot. As a blue tornado rising into the sky tore open the earth's surface, it also sucked in the flying dust and swallowed it up.

A young mage in the foundation building stage who was near the outside was accidentally pulled into the tornado. With a bang, the young mage was crushed into a pool of blood by the strong wind in the tornado.

fog.

Lei Wanshan was also unambiguous. He saw the fat man's body swelled up, and blood-colored veins appeared on his exposed face. The thick mace in his hand swayed with a burst of blue light and crackled into the group of magicians.

In an instant, lightning and electric currents danced wildly like silver snakes, and the smell of charcoal spread everywhere wherever they went. The group of Qiang Bone Clan magicians were shocked and scattered like birds and beasts.

"Spread out and float!"

"Keep your distance from them!"

"When these body refiners reach the air, most of their magical powers have been lost!"

A leading middle-aged mage roared loudly, and the dozens of foundation-building mage who were originally at a disadvantage began to fly into the air using the escaping light.

However, before these escaping lights could fly dozens of meters high, they were caught by a gravity formation thrown by Lin Die. The bodies of several weaker magicians sank and they fell downwards.

The two brothers, Feng Shuai and Feng Jiang, took advantage of the situation and pulled out the two swords on their backs, jumped with all their strength, and slashed out with the two swords, like two scissors cutting off the falling person in half, and blood spilled in the air.

"As expected of a top team with a reputation!"

“Great cooperation!”

Chen Fan smiled when he saw this, swung the six-edged hammer in his hand, aimed at the leader of the magicians in mid-air, and threw it hard, and a sound of breaking through the air soared into the sky.

The leader of the sorcerers, who was in the early stage of Golden Elixir cultivation, saw that someone was staring at him, so he hurriedly turned around and cast two red fireball spells.

The two fireballs engulfed the six-edged hammer one after another, but in the next second, a gap was torn open by the huge force of the sledgehammer. In a flash, the shadow of the hammer fell in front of the middle-aged sorcerer.

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The leader of the magicians was so frightened that he was so cold that he quickly grabbed the bone sail in his hand and moved it in front of him to resist.

I saw several strange musical scales spitting out from his mouth, black smoke rose from the bone sail, and a shadow of a man's soul condensed, reaching out to block the path of the sledgehammer.

However, the leader of the magician obviously muttered about the strength contained in the hammer. With a pop, the soul shadow shattered like foam. When the hammer body hit the bone sail and shattered it, it also hit the ground.

The body-protecting aura on the warrior leader's body was deeply dented.

The sorcerer leader was hit by the hammer wind and spat out a mouthful of blood. He backed away crazily with a look of horror on his face, and fired several more fire spells to intercept, which finally removed most of the power from the six-edged hammer.

Looking back, he found that all the clan members he had brought with him below had been harvested and killed. The magic leader then floated away with a pale face, disappearing in the thick fog in mid-air in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Blood Hammer, do you want to chase me?" Lin Die asked with an eager look on his face, holding the shrunken flying boat in his hand.

"Don't chase after the enemy. The enemy's escape skills are better than yours, so there's no need to waste your efforts." Chen Fan shook his head, stepped forward and picked up his six-edged hammer.

The shortcomings of body refiners are very obvious. In addition to being too slow in escape skills, there is also the fact that their spiritual consciousness cannot be separated from the body too far, and they cannot control the true energy weapons in their hands from a distance as they wish.

Although the six-edged hammer in Chen Fan's hand was a magic weapon, he did not want to expose his identity as an immortal cultivator, so he could only let the magician who was in the early stage of the golden elixir escape in vain.

On the other hand, several teammates, with the cooperation of the surviving members of the Quanshui team, have strangled all the magicians below the Golden Core level, and a disgusting smell of blood filled the entire stream.

The members of the two teams had become accustomed to this. They only exchanged a few words briefly before each collected their trophies and the corpses of their teammates and led the teams to separate.

However, Chen Fan and others did not gain nothing from this rescue operation.

According to the captain of the Quanshui Team, during the time when the Fenglei Team returned to the headquarters to replenish manpower, the battle on the Mulan Plateau became more intense than before.

What originally started as a small team fight of three or five people has gradually evolved into a large-scale fight involving dozens or hundreds of people.

If the Quanshui team hadn't recruited another team member in advance, and happened to get the support of Chen Fan and others, they would have been buried under the Qiang bone tribe's bone sail this time.

As for the magical powers of the bone sails in the hands of those magicians, Chen Fan also had a general understanding of them during the battle.

Although the souls summoned from the bone sails are similar to the high-level ghosts in the Yin Demon Sails in terms of their effect on the enemy, they are essentially different.

"Sacrifice?"

"Use mana, blood essence, and spiritual power to mix together to summon ancestors' spirits and even totem souls!"

"I didn't expect that the Qiang Bone Tribe's magician had such a method." Chen Fan touched his chin, took out a bone sail trophy and looked at it curiously.

The texture of this sail is entirely made of white bones, and the refining techniques are extremely rough for orthodox immortal cultivators. However, the sail contains a strange mixed power.

However, since the owner of this sail has been killed in battle, the mixed power has begun to gradually dissipate.

According to Lei Wanshan, this type of white bone sail is one of the necessary tools for the Qiang Bone Clan magicians. Once the heroic spirit and totem power in it dissipates, the sail body will collapse on its own and become worthless.

Even if it is sold at a low price to a large chamber of commerce in the area, it cannot be exchanged for a low-level spiritual stone.

"The sorcerers we fought against before were only at the early stage of the Golden Core, and the only ones they could summon were ancestor-level heroic spirits."

"If you encounter a Nascent Soul-level magician, the totem summoned will be very terrifying."

He Fengnian on the side saw that Chen Fan was interested in the bone sail, so he explained a few words, with a hint of fear in his eyes towards the mentioned totem.

"Brother He, have you ever seen those Nascent Soul level totems?" Chen Fan asked curiously.

"Well... I saw it on the battlefield in West Point City!"

"Those totems can destroy any living thing within a few miles."

"Unless the elders of the alliance take action, we war kings have only increased casualties in the past." He Fengnian said with a look of reminiscence on his face, shaking his head and sighing a few words, obviously because of the brutality of the battlefield in West Point City at that time.

The scene is still fresh in my memory.

"West Point City?"

"I'd better go take a look if I have the chance!" Chen Fan pretended to mutter, reaching out and scratching the ghost head mark on the palm of his right hand, showing a thoughtful look.

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Chapter completed!