But those in the Golden Immortal Realm were not so lucky. Those who survived were all Daluo Golden Immortals, and the Golden Immortal Realm was almost extinct.
Only about twenty people in the team led by Chen Yihe survived, and ten were seriously injured.
Many people, everyone else died.
Yu He's side wasn't much better either. Just one face-to-face encounter resulted in heavy losses.
"withdraw!"
Xiong Shan gave an order and led the army to retreat. This kind of arrows could kill even Daluo Jinxian. If they continued to attack, they would definitely suffer heavy losses.
The Lu clan began to counterattack, and the Xiong clan's army suffered heavy casualties.
The battle lasted for half an hour. As Xiong's army retreated, the battlefield returned to calm, and Lu's army also withdrew.
The monks in the distance approached one after another and picked up black arrows from the corpses.
"It is impossible for people from the Xiong tribe to describe the laws of the wind system."
There were many experts present, and they recognized it at a glance. This was the law of the wind system.
There are many monks in Lingyun Immortal World who understand the laws of wind.
"I know, it must be Liu Wuxie. Back in the big city of the Temple of War, he refined the Witch God, understood the wind element, and escaped with the help of the wind control technique. He must have made these arrows.
"
A golden fairy screamed and quickly thought of Liu Wuxie.
"Nine times out of ten, it's him. Although we have been here for many days, most of the monks are wandering outside, and there are very few who are actually cooperating with the two tribes. I'm just curious, how can the people from the Lu tribe cooperate with Liu Wuxie?
Woolen cloth?"
More and more monks came over, and everyone was talking about it.
Yu He took the initiative to find the Xiong tribe and then cooperated with the Xiong tribe.
Liu Wuxie was an exception and was caught.
"These wind laws don't look like they were drawn in the Yuan Immortal Realm."
Master Zijue picked up an arrow and looked at it carefully. He found that the lines on the arrow were extremely exquisite, as if they had been immersed in it for countless years.
"What should we do? The space-time rift is deep in the Lu tribe. Now the Lu tribe has this kind of mysterious arrow. If we force our way in, we may be shot into a sieve."
The monks who gathered here frowned slightly.
Just now they wanted to use the help of the Xiong clan to bulldoze the Lu clan.
Now the situation was reversed. The Xiong clan was defeated and more than 200 monks led by Yu He suffered heavy casualties.
"Let's discuss with Liu Wuxie and ask the Lu tribe to let us go. We will never harm the people of the Lu tribe."
Someone made an opinion.
Since Liu Wuxie can control the Lu clan, the Lu clan will definitely not dare to violate his words.
Whether he can leave alive now depends on Liu Wuxie's words.
It won't be long before the outside will continue to attack Wangtianding.
"This is a good suggestion. We have no grievances against Liu Wuxie, and we have no intention of participating in the fight between the two tribes."
The surrounding monks all agreed and believed that this method was feasible.
But there are also many monks with a cold aura flashing in their eyes.
Liu Wuxie's little Xiao Yuan Fairyland has carved out such evil wind laws and practiced extremely powerful swallowing skills, which has already attracted the covetousness of many people.
I don’t know who spread the news that Liu Wuxie has fifty fairy roots, and many monks are planning to sneak into the Lu clan and capture Liu Wuxie alive.
Yu He stood in the distance with his hair disheveled, with a ferocious expression on his face. He didn't expect that he would fall into the hands of the little Yuan Xianjing this time.
Adding the three words "Liu Wuxie" made Yu He shoot out a terrifying murderous aura.
"Liu Wuxie, I will cut you into pieces."
Chen Yihe shouted loudly, many of the monks who died just now were from the same sect as him, and he saw them die beside him with his own eyes.
The surrounding monks were silent, and no one spoke.
More than thirty disciples from Baguio Palace frowned, with a hint of displeasure on their faces.


Chapter completed!