Chapter 248: The Yellow Flowers in the Battlefield are Extraordinary

To the west of the town, magic weapons are flying all over the sky, carrying a different color but extremely gorgeous light, perfectly interpreting what a fight between gods is.

What is inseparable from the "fighting of gods" is "mortals suffer", so almost none of the soldiers below were spared, and all became victims of this battle, and there was no place to hide.

The carriage is protected by Fuxi plate, so it is still safe and sound under the bombardment of those magic weapons. Moreover, the one who pulls the carriage is a divine beast, and he knows how to avoid fatal damage.

The carriage was fine, and Wang Fuqiang was naturally focused, holding a long sword in his hand, constantly avoiding the attacks of those magic weapons. As long as he seized the opportunity, he would directly hand out a sword to these monks. As long as Wang Fuqiang drew his sword, a monk would fall with him.

As a result, more and more magic weapons are thrown away, but the number of monks who can stand is constantly decreasing.

After half a stick of incense, all the monks fell one third, but the remaining monks had no intention of retreating.

Wang Fuqiang kept killing these gods on the mountain, but his face seemed a little heavy. Although he had already killed a lot, Wang Fuqiang knew very well that these killed were not real strong men, but just ordinary monks who were used to lose their strength. The rest were the real trouble.

No matter how confident Wang Fuqiang is, he understands that the power of manpower is exhausted, the longer the battle is delayed, the more unfavorable it is for him. This is the real reason why these monks did not retreat. It is obvious that these monks just want to drag him down in terms of quantity.

What Wang Fuqiang couldn't understand was why these guys on the mountain suddenly didn't care about the so-called rules. After all, this stop involved mortals from the mountain, and many died.

However, Wang Fuqiang guessed that it should have something to do with the Zhao family, or because these soldiers were not innocent, but voluntarily joined the battle, which broke the rule of not interfering with each other on the mountain.

But no matter what it is, Wang Fuqiang has no time to think about it now. From the fate of these soldiers, we can see that these gods on the mountain have really taken the verge of death. Once these guys are really given the opportunity, he will definitely die.

These cultivators are obviously divided into two levels. Those with lower cultivation levels are closer to the ground. Those with strong cultivation levels are relatively far away from the ground. At this moment, this level close to the ground has almost been killed by the sword in Wang Fuqiang's hand, and the rest are all the levels with strong cultivation levels. In other words, the next battle is the real battle.

After Wang Fuqiang killed the last monk approaching the ground, his body fell directly to the ground, rather than directly killing the remaining monks.

No matter what, only on the ground can Wang Fuqiang give full play to his greatest advantage and better respond to the subsequent offensive.

Sure enough, as Wang Fuqiang landed on the ground, the remaining strong men launched attacks directly. Various magic weapons and various magical powers were constantly knocking down like divine punishments. Under such an attack, even some gods on the mountain would be unable to resist.

Wang Fuqiang pinched a seal with his left hand, and Bi Fangyan, who was fiery red, appeared directly, and suddenly surged, with surging flames wrapped around his body.

As Bi Fangyan appeared, the bracelet wrapped around Wang Fuqiang's arm also left, resonating with Bi Fangyan, and the flames suddenly became surging.

Although Wang Fuqiang was unwilling to use the power of Hongling Baizhi, he had no other choice now. Fuxipan wanted to protect the carriage and the people on the carriage. If he wanted to end the battle as soon as possible, he could only use Bi Fangyan. If he wanted to maximize Bi Fangyan's power, he could only use Hongling's power. Only when these two forces resonated can he maximize the power of Bi Fangyan.

As these flames appeared, the bracelet formed a fire circle and appeared behind Wang Fuqiang's head, just like the blessing only when the gods advanced.

After Bi Fangyan's power was completely released, the two divine beasts seemed to come alive, hovering around Wang Fuqiang with raging flames, and even accompanied by loud bird songs.

Seeing the fire circle behind Bi Fangyan and Wang Fuqiang, these monks on the mountain did not hide the greed on their faces, and their eyes were even more greedy. Then, without any hesitation, they rushed directly towards Wang Fuqiang below, for fear that they would fall behind and be taken the lead.

Looking at the countless strong men who were swarming in, Wang Fuqiang snorted coldly, and the sword in his hand shook. Bi Fangyan's flame, which had turned into a divine beast, was even better. After making two loud bird songs, he circled each other and rushed into the sky, directly attacking the strong men.

Seeing Bi Fangyan rushing towards him, these monks did not dare to be careless and directly sacrificed various magic weapons to block the two giant birds. However, the next moment, everyone's expression changed drastically.

After the two giant birds collided with those magic weapons, all the magic weapons instantly turned into ashes regardless of their grade level, and they could not resist the flames on the two giant birds.

Not only that, the two giant birds continued to rush upwards and soon passed by the monks directly. Before these monks could react, countless monks were instantly covered by flames, and then they instantly turned into ashes like those magic weapons.

All monks looked pale.

In the face of such terrible means, even they began to feel timid.

But at this moment, Wang Fuqiang would definitely not let them leave like this. He soared into the sky with a long sword in his hand. Although he was holding a sword, he used sword skills. He followed behind the two giant birds and killed the monks who had recovered their lives from the flames.

After the two giant birds rushed to a height, they turned back and continued to attack the remaining monks.

With the previous scene, these monks did not dare to fight with these two giant birds head-on, and used their magical powers to avoid them directly, but as long as they were contaminated by the flames, they would instantly turn into ashes. Even if some of them could be avoided, they would still be killed by Wang Fuqiang, who was following the giant bird and the divine beast, and killed on the spot.

After Wang Fuqiang used Hongling's power, his strength increased significantly by several times. With Bi Fangyan taking the lead, most of these cultivators instantly fell.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe that a person could actually kill all so many monks. This guy was not just powerful, it was so powerful that it was unreasonable.

After such a round of impact, all the remaining monks fled in panic, so how could they dare to stay here for a while?

Although the magic weapon on Wang Fuqiang is precious, killing Wang Fuqiang can gain great reputation, it seems unworthy of his life.

Wang Fuqiang fell to the ground, his face pale.

The monks on the mountain died and fled, and disappeared in an instant, but the troops on the ground still existed and there was no intention of giving in.

Wang Fuqiang looked at the cavalry with a gloomy face.

Two sounds suddenly appeared on the carriage, and they appeared beside Wang Fuqiang at the same time.

Yu Qiuya asked, "Is it okay?"

Wang Fuqiang shook his head and said nothing.

Song Ziyi said, "You have a rest first, and leave these to me next."

Wang Fuqiang did not refuse and nodded, "Be careful, if you really can't stand it, come back."

Song Ziyi nodded, shook her right hand, and a spear appeared in her hand, and then she rushed directly to the front.

There was no need for Wang Fuqiang to say anything. Yuebailongma pulled the carriage forward and followed closely behind Song Ziyi. Then Wang Fuqiang and Yu Qiuya jumped onto the carriage directly.

After getting on the carriage, Wang Fuqiang sat down cross-legged, while regulating his body's energy, and drove five flying swords to scoop the formation for Song Ziyi.

Originally, it was more appropriate for Yu Qiuya to do the surplus, but because Yu Qiuya used his magical powers to show that Wang Fuqiang was always inexplicably worried, so along the way, Wang Fuqiang did not let Yu Qiuya take action, for fear that he would cause other troubles because of Yu Qiuya's identity.

Now they have enough trouble, so it’s absolutely right to be careful.

In fact, the real threat to this interception was the strong men on the mountain, but now these strong men no longer existed, so the elites from the Canglan Palace at the foot of the mountain could not have any threat. Under Song Ziyi's rush, a great road was soon opened, and these elites from the Canglan Palace did not continue to chase after the carriage passed by.

After the carriage completely disappeared to the west, a man in armor came out, squinted his eyes and said coldly: "There is indeed a big gap between ordinary people and monks on the mountain. I just didn't expect that so many powerful people in the sect could not keep him."

A thin man walked to the man and sighed: "Not to mention the Fengxue Kingdom, even the entire Yuanyang Realm can kill this person, I'm afraid that it's only a hand."

The man in armor nodded and said, "It's unfair."

The thin man was stunned and shook his head.

After a while, he spoke: "The situation in Fengxue Country is indeed not suitable for such a big fight. This time, the imperial capital has already had an opinion on sending troops."

The man in armor snorted coldly: "Does he have any objection? Is there anything wrong with me? Now that the ancestor is gone, can he still act like a mighty person? In the end, I still don't know how to count on us to charge in the battle. Haha, this world is really interesting."

The salesman sighed again and said, "But he can only sit at that position."

The man who approved the armor nodded and said, "So, this bullshit world. Some people are born to enjoy happiness, while others are born to endure hardships. My incompetent son Si died and had no eyesight. He deserved it, but so many good men died like this, it's really..."

He looked up at the avenue ahead, looking endlessly.

After a long time, he raised his hand, and all the elites gathered in an instant, and then dispersed neatly and orderly.

The setting sun was falling, and corpses were piled up on the ground, and no one paid attention to it.

It was not until the sunset completely disappeared at the end of the avenue that a man dressed in a man walked out of the town and entered this battlefield.

The guy stopped, looked at the corpses all over the ground, and said, "The wild flowers next year will probably bloom particularly brightly."
Chapter completed!