Qi Yuan, with the number 56000000, was observing the plain at the foot of the mountain from a high place in a mountain peak. He listened to the shocking "Dongfang Bubai" and his face turned blue with anger.

"Why do these guys still learn to shout slogans? Who dares to claim to be Dongfang Bubai with such a big tone? I didn't even claim to be Dongfang Bubai with a battle of 100,000 yuan. Who dares to speak wildly? Don't let me catch you, and it won't be over if you don't beat you up."

Qi Yuan has been in the Demon Altar recently for a lot of time. He is also in a state of retreat and has been waiting for Shangyang Academy to expel the waste Xiao Cheng. He cannot swallow his breath if he doesn't kill Xiao Cheng himself.

A pair of 100,000 is very difficult, but you can use martial arts or magical powers to fully utilize it. Qi Yuan likes this stimulation very much. The key is that the satisfaction after completion is really fascinating. Moreover, there are also heavy rewards, you can redeem it as long as you go to the weapon refining alliance branch all over the four continents.

He carefully observed the form, and the surrounding environment had been observed first, and he had a slight slut in his mind. A battle of 100,000 is definitely not that one person can really compete with 100,000 people. In fact, it is just a rule: lightning guerrilla warfare, which can erode the enemy's vitality little by little.

After all, a group of 100,000 monks will not join forces to attack. They can complete seemingly impossible tasks as long as they can defeat them one by one and keep them.

Qi Yuan is very confident. Another important thing is that truly powerful masters are willing to be one-to-many, and they rarely accept invitations from the Demon Altar to enter the mode of more fighting less. Only those who are not too powerful like to abuse the master while they are busy. After this calculation, one hundred thousand monks sounds quite terrible, but in fact, the strength they can exert is not irresistible. As long as the method is right, things will be easy to do.

Xiaocheng knows this kind of fighting style best, just guerrilla warfare on earth. They fight each other and become a mess whenever there is something wrong. If this is replaced by a hundred thousand monks and soldiers who are prohibited by orders, they can also stimulate a magical power and throw out the magic weapon in their hands to attack the enemy. Even the best man in the world with the best combat experience can only run away with his head.

The key is that this is a group of headless flies, which gives the monks a pair of 100,000 yuan to win.

In the Demon Altar, only one kind of supernatural power attribute can be used, that is, the one with the most effective practice of the original body.

Qi Yuan has many supernatural attributes, but at this time he can only use one, that is, the power of gold. This is the most amazing supernatural attribute of the cutting power among the five elements attributes.

After he observed it, he shortened his body, squatted among the shrubs, and went down the mountain like a ghost. With the protection of the tall grass on the plain, he instantly approached the place where the hundred thousand monks were located for a hundred miles.

The deafening "Dongfang Bubai" was right at the moment, and the monks were making excitement. Qi Yuan laughed in his heart, pondered the action plan, and confirmed that there were no loopholes. With his hand, he had chosen a weapon that had been shown. It was a knife with a length of 3.8 meters, which was very long. This length was suitable for sweeping across the big cuts and big closings. What's more, this is a blue-black knife, which is not reflected in the dark night, and is especially suitable for raids.

His toes hit the ground hard, without a trace of sound. Qi Yuan carried an extremely long and thin sword and rushed up into the air. This was the ultimate light body technique he had practiced for many years, "step on the sky ladder". His cultivation was limited to the Five Heaven Gate by the Demon Altar. He could not fly in his body, nor could he use a weapon to attack. However, the martial arts he practiced for many years were as good as it was and more effective.

With a swish, the right arm moved, and the knife she was carrying seemed to appear in the air. With just a flash, thousands of knife arcs were drawn, forming a mountain of swords, from thousands of angles, and attacking hundreds of targets that had been already planned.

It exploded directly and went all out. A large area of ​​golden light suddenly stimulated in the blue and black sword light. The vast golden energy descended on the sword light and enhanced its ability to slash. The terrifying air explosion sounded everywhere. This attack was too fast. The monks who were hustling the bustling cultivators were caught off guard. Who knew who could sense it and shouted: Enemy attack!

Hundreds of targets were found to come back to their senses, but the sword light brought the golden magic power to the point.

It was like a nightmare suddenly coming, hundreds of monks were among the 100,000 monks. Although they had known that they would have faced the legendary 560,000,000, but they didn't expect that this man was so bold, and 100,000 monks took the initiative to attack in person? It's a hell.

A golden sword light passed by, hundreds of monks who had just stimulated magical powers and magic weapons suddenly felt ache in their necks. The next moment, the private message had arrived: You have been hit by the vital points, and the Demon Altar judged, failed.

With a light sound, the soul of the monk who was hit by the sword was transferred out and returned to the ruined hall when they came in. Fighting in the altar of the Demon God, without bleeding, will not really kill the soul, but the severe pain is the same as the outside world. The severe pain of a knife on the neck will make them remember it fresh for a long time.

After the tide passed, it was a mess. The plain was plowed over and hundreds of monks fell in an instant, which shocked the monks. Many people reacted very quickly, with many magical powers of gold, wood, water and fire, and all kinds of mysterious methods, and messy mysterious methods were simultaneously stimulated, and they smashed the figure who was slashing wildly.

‘Bang bang, boom…!” All kinds of voices gathered together, Qi Yuan’s chest, abdomen and limbs were hit by dozens of attacks. There were too many attacks. If it weren’t for his light body technique and sword skills, he would definitely not be able to avoid it and would be killed immediately on the spot.

Peng! With a kick back the dragon, he kicked the iron gourd that had become ten feet high. With this force, Qi Yuan rolled into a cylinder in the air, protected his body with a knife, and rushed out with a whistle. He took away the lives of three or four hundred monks again along the way. These people were sent back to their hometown by the Demon Altar, and the record was in the statistics.

"It's amazing, I can't tell you, I really have two tricks." Xiaocheng stood in the distance, watching this scene without shaking, without taking action, and without panic.

"Let's watch the fun first, Qi Yuan, you will know how hard this battle is. I'll wait for you to destroy others and face me, don't let me down. If I'm killed without taking action, it's boring, hehe..." Xiao Cheng's eyes were full of tragic light, and he saw the sword light running away, and the disdain in his mouth became bigger and bigger.

"Everyone chases you. He is injured. He takes his life while he is sick. If he gets relieved, it will be even more difficult to deal with!" Someone shouted and everyone suddenly burst out. Many skilled light skills soared into the air and chased the attackers who flew out. There were 'swoosh' sounds everywhere in the air. Tens of thousands of monks were chasing one person, and the plain was trembling.

Qi Yuan looked back and speeded up a little. After a little longer, the distance between the monks fell. The fastest ahead was a group of more than 500 people, waving weapons and magic weapons one by one, cursing and chasing them unyieldingly.

Ben Xunsi knew that this number 5600000 with a brilliant record must be a terrifying existence in the holy realm in the outside world. There are also guys who are well-informed to learn about the internal affairs of Shangyang Academy and know the true identity of this person.

This is Qi Yuan, who ranks tenth in the Hongmeng List of Four Continents, and is about to rise to ninth. How can such a guy usually chase him? When will he not take advantage of the crowd and crush him? This is the general psychology of these guys.

Shangyang Academy has a good idea to control the situation. Not everyone knows who the number is. However, one-fifth of the person who knows it. Their eyes are full of blood red. Why is it so good to think that they can chase Qi Yuan and run away with their heads in their arms?

However, they were happy too early.

Qi Yuan saw that the distance was widened. Only five hundred people had the fastest light skills, and his ruthless aura surged. As long as he did not face the blow at the same time, there was no difference between five hundred and a dozen people, because there were always so many people facing each other. It was impossible to face five hundred at the same time. What else could hesitate? Kill!

Qi Yuan shouted in his heart, and in the air, his feet stepped on each other, and changed direction with a whistle. He turned around and rushed towards the five hundred people. The Jinxing Yuan power stimulated by the sword in his hand swept away the ground beside him. In an instant, he met the five hundred monks who were shouting and shouting.

Kill!

The great monk holding up the shovel and hugging Qi Yuan's head and face was a shovel. With a roar, a water dragon came out of the shovel. This must be a disciple of the Mahayana Buddhist Sect.

Before the water dragon could hit the body, Qi Yuan's body moved, and countless afterimages appeared in all directions, and they all slashed at the monk.

I'll go!

The monk swears, dazzled and confused. His mental power cannot sense that it is the real body. He is chanting Amitabha Buddha wildly. A golden light flashes like an electric shock, and his neck hurts violently. "It's over!" He had just thought in his heart, but the next moment he failed to judge the Demon Altar and his soul was passed away.

At the same time, more than a dozen attacks fell on Qi Yuan. After all, there were hundreds of people, and he could hit him even if he attacked randomly. Fortunately, it was not the key point, and the Demon Altar would not make any mistakes.

The severe pain aroused Qi Yuan's fierceness. After one sword to deal with the monk, his body was like a phantom. Five or six hundred phantoms appeared in the field, attacking the monks at one touch. With just one contact, three hundred monks were killed. Qi Yuan's body was injured even more severely.

Seeing more monks coming, they dared not fight, blocked a lot of attacks, rolled out in the grass and fled out of the range of attacks, and fled again for desperate attempts. More and more monks were chasing over, and when they saw that many were killed, they screamed in anger, and spared no effort to chase them.

In this way, Qi Yuan escaped and killed. During the fight and killing, the number of 100,000 cultivators dropped like lightning, and in just ten hours, only half of them were left.

At this time, Qi Yuan occupied a natural danger. This was a valley with only imports and no exports. Qi Yuan was blocking the entrance of the valley by the army of thousands of troops, and killed the monks who came up under the knife in batches.

The entrance of the valley is only seven or eight meters wide, and Qi Yuan's sword is only three or four meters long. When he swung it, the sword light shone here, and they are all within the control range. One pair of people came up and killed one pair, and the shouts were shocking.

Xiao Cheng was at the end, and Shiran followed the monks. He saw it and thought about Qi Yuan's sword technique and constructed a way to deal with it in his mind. As soon as he fell into thinking, the golden body mark released his experience again...
Chapter completed!