Once the sword style was activated, Li Ye's figure disappeared from the spot. More than 30 Vajra realms felt a chill that rushed straight into his forehead, as if he fell into an abyss. It was a sign of extreme danger, and his face changed drastically.

The monk in charge just shouted "Scattered", and saw several companions in front of him bleed blood on their necks, and their round heads flew into the air. No matter how hard they tried, they could not say a word.

Suddenly he found his vision was spinning, with towering city towers, broken city walls, tides of monks, blue sky, and even the platinum sun, sliding past his eyes one after another. Finally, his eyes returned to his companions, and he saw that they looked at him, just like those monks whose heads suddenly flew across.

Suddenly, he found a headless corpse falling from the top of the city inexplicably familiar. He had just realized in horror that it was his body, and his consciousness sank into the boundless dark ocean, returning to the deepest silence, without any waves.

Killing seven monks in the same realm in a row - to be precise, they are monks with a level of half a grade lower than themselves, so Li Ye naturally would not be able to get to the point of duty. Six of these seven monks were all high-level Vajra realm, which means that the monks who appeared in front of them instantly lost all their high-end combat power.

Without these high-end combat power, even if these Vajra monks used extraordinary formations, Li Ye was not afraid at all. In fact, Li Ye certainly did not want them to set up the formation. He just showed his figure and stepped on the wall with his back foot, and his body rushed out again like a tiger and leopard.

He did not hesitate to use the power of his body to increase his speed, but also saved every trace of spiritual energy. The sword-like actuation of the step-by-step lotus is actually quite expensive. If possible, Li Ye does not want to use it for a second time in a battle.

For him, killing the initial level of the Vajra Realm only requires one sword, and killing the advanced level of the Vajra Realm also requires one sword, but the spiritual energy consumed by the two can be different.

If he only faces countless Qi training monks and uses one sword to kill each other, he can kill all day without rest, and he will never feel tired if he comes to kill as much as he wants. However, if he has the Vajra realm, the situation will be very different.

With his current cultivation strength, he is enough to overlook all the monks in the world, whether they are Taoists or monks, or even Western monks, Li Ye does not think anyone else can defeat him. Unless there is a existence like a son of gods and a son of Buddha, he does not need to look at the other person with a straight look.

On the other hand, his combat power is now suppressed by 40%. Although this does not affect his ability to kill a high-level Vajra Realm with one sword, the consumption of spiritual energy has increased a lot out of thin air, which is the issue that Li Ye really cares about.

As long as there are enough numbers in the Vajra Realm, there is still a possibility of Li Ye killing him.

More than 20 Vajra monks did not kill the monk just because Li Ye met him, and they were afraid to move forward. On the contrary, as soon as Li Ye showed his body, they rushed over together, compressing Li Ye's activity space and trying to trap his hands and feet.

As the rushing warriors, as long as there is no order to retreat, even if they die in the city, there is no possibility of turning back, regardless of whether they are in the Vajra Realm or not.

This is a situation that Li Ye is happy to see. After cutting off the two monks in front of him in an instant, Lu Jujian slid through sharp arcs, and the sword light like fish scales splashed around him, forming a circle of airtight sword nets.

The monks approaching were like hitting a meat grinder and were hit by the gear-shaped sword energy. The front half of their body suddenly had blood and fog, almost covering their entire body. Their bodies were like kites with broken strings, and they were carried by the huge force of the sword energy and flew backwards.

Some monks are miserable. Their bodies are still in the air, and their limbs are broken, and their internal organs are flying horizontally. The blood of the big buns is blooming like flowers, which is very beautiful. Lucky monks can still have good limbs when they fall on the city wall and fly out of the city, but this has no practical significance, because no one can get up again.

This was the second meeting, and more than 20 monks quickly broke the half again.

Now, even those who are scheming cannot not feel fear. The remaining dozen monks looked at each other with horror. Even though their minds could still be kept unbreakable, their legs began to tremble in disobedience.

They had never seen a strong monk like Li Ye. This was not a battle, it was clearly a one-sided massacre! Not being afraid of death does not mean that they were willing to die. For these monks, for the great cause of the Shu Sect, they had already been prepared to sacrifice themselves, but they could not accept that they died worthlessly.

When looking at Li Ye again, the other party's temperament that made people feel like spring breeze became a symbol of ferocity and cruelty in their eyes. That face that can be called gentle and jade was the most hideous and terrifying devil in their eyes.

The battles on the battlefield, fighting in battles, fear, and hesitation are undoubtedly the most fatal mistakes. Li Ye, no matter how these monks look at him, he had known for a long time that in the eyes of most Buddhist monks, he had long been an unforgivable demon, so he was particularly straightforward and even cruel.

After rushing into the last dozen monks, Li Ye was as powerful as a tiger. The burning aura flame on the Lu Ju sword in his hand was the most vicious weapon in the world. Every time he passed by the monk's body, he would cut them into two pieces.

Just now, a flash of inspiration in Li Ye's mind, and the sword edge no longer ran towards the other party's neck. If he swept across, he tried to cut the person in half. If he slashed vertically, he pursued to cut the person in half. The more the internal organs could spray out, the more bloody and cruel the scene was, the more excited he looked. In order to strengthen his terrifying momentum, he laughed softly.

The effect of doing this was obvious. In the end, the six monks screamed and turned around and flew away when they approached Li Ye, and were no longer willing to face the demon Li Ye.

The low-level Qi training monks gathered in front of the city originally saw their own great monks coming to the city in groups, all waiting for the city wall to be razed to the ground, so they could take advantage of the opportunity to enter the city.

Unexpectedly, in just a moment, the monks in their sight exploded one by one, and the flesh and flesh flew in the blood mist with their heartbroken hearts. The death was more miserable than the other, and it was difficult for the whole corpse to fall behind.

Seeing that the last six monks fled without permission, Li Ye's monk in front of the city wall was suddenly in an uproar and could not help but retreat step by step. He was not so determined. Seeing Li Ye, covered in blood, standing high on the female wall, the long sword he was holding was still bleeding, and his pants were incontinent, and his crotch was wet.

Li Ye was afraid that the chaos was not big enough. With a wave of his long sleeves, he attracted twenty or thirty bloody heads from all over the place, lined up in front of the city wall, and opened his eyes wide open and shouted suddenly: "Li Ye, the King of An of the Great Tang Dynasty, is here! How dare you offend the power of the Great Tang Dynasty? You can't retreat quickly!"

Against the backdrop of the heads that stared at each staring and opening their mouths, and still had a look of horror on their faces, Li Ye's loud shout was full of intimidation.

Not to mention that when Li Ye shouted, he used the power of cultivation. A circle of spiritual waves suddenly spread from the top of the city. The wind blew over the grass, instantly knocking over a large area of ​​the monks in front of the city. This was the real blow.

The monks behind were already panicked, and suddenly they saw that their companions were missing, revealing a large blank area, and could directly see the base of the city wall. They were already stunned.

When they looked down, they saw corpses everywhere, blood was everywhere, and low screams that were not like human voices, one after another, as if their hearts were taken out and eaten in front of them, they could not suppress the fear in their hearts. They howled and turned around and pushed their companions to run away.

The defeat was like a mountain of defeat. When the monks pushed and retreated, the sea of ​​white clothes seemed to be rolling over a large wave, and soon a large part of it surged backwards.

The monks and soldiers here in Li Ye dispersed, and the monks next to them immediately noticed the abnormality. When they turned around and saw that Li Ye was empty, there were only twenty or thirty bloody Vajra-level high-level monks' heads, they were all trembling with courage.

Li Ye sneered and threw the head in front of him high. Lu Jujian fiddled in the lightning, and the heads flew towards the two walls and in front of the city. He himself took this opportunity to follow one of the heads and ran out with a terrifying look, which was really similar to the murderous maniac.

Li Ye is close to Li Xian’s defense area.

Compared with Li Ye's powerful opponent team, there are only a dozen Vajra Realm in front of King Lao An, and there is only one high-level one. King Lao An has already killed three people, but a small hole was stabbed under his shoulder. The blood from the syringe was gushing out, and he looked a little happy.

After arriving at Yang Pass, Li Xian's cultivation level improved rapidly, and he was already at the realm of Yang Shen Zhenren, but his fists were hard to beat four hands. It was not easy for him to kill three people so quickly in the face of more than a dozen Vajra realms.

At this moment, Li Xian was besieged in the formation and was struggling to deal with it. If Li Ye did not support him in time, he was afraid that new wounds would soon be added to his body, and the situation would be very troublesome. This is how he fought for life. With the first wound, subsequent wounds would follow one after another.

After all, Li Xian is not a perverted creature like Li Ye. He has neither received the gift of the great way in the secret realm of Heavenly Dao, nor has the dragon energy to improve his combat power. Even if he is stronger than ordinary Yangshen real people, he is limited in the end.

What's more, his combat power was suppressed.

At this critical moment, saving spiritual energy is no longer the top priority. Li Ye is like a leopard, suddenly breaking into the formation from the outside. Lu Ju Jian is short, and a sharp light flashes, and two heads fly high.

With Li Ye coming, the formation no longer existed in a blink of an eye. It took only half a cup of tea, and most of the dozen monks were killed or injured.

In addition to being frightened, Yuzhe acted simply and retreated quickly, giving up his plan to continue fighting.

After the great monks withdrew, those low-level monks who could not capture the city wall naturally had to retreat. With the monks who retreated before Li Ye set an example, they were not afraid of being questioned after retreating.

Just as Li Ye was about to rush to the next battlefield, a golden sound came from behind the monks' corps.

This is the military order to withdraw troops.

After holding Lu Jujian, standing on the female wall with his hands behind his back, looking at the sea of ​​monks retreating like a tide, Li Ye suddenly sneered. Until now, no monks or monks appeared alone or a few people in the air. This means that the commander of this monks' corps did not dare to expose himself to his sight.

When the 50,000 monks began to attack the city, they were very powerful. Judging from their appearance, they wanted to swallow the soil in Yangguan in one mouthful. However, less than a stick of incense began, they left thousands of corpses and retreated.

The Guiyi Army soldiers at the head of Yangguan City burst out with tsunamis like thunder and seas, celebrating the victory of repelling the enemy.

Such a small victory does not mean the victory of this battle. After the monks' corps rested, they would soon launch the next attack. The Guiyi Army should not be so happy. But they won too quickly this time, and they were repelling the army of monks, which made the Guiyi Army soldiers, who were not very excited before, see the dawn of victory.

The soldiers looked at Li Ye and others with the look of the eyes of the gods.

In the minds of many soldiers, this battle is actually a battle between gods and immortals.

The gods of the Tang Dynasty are fighting against the gods of the Shimen.

......

"You've consumed too much spiritual energy."

This is the first sentence Li Xian said to Li Ye, very serious, "Based on the amount of spiritual energy you consume, compared with the number of monk soldiers outside the city, even if you count the small amount of spiritual energy recovery in the gap between battles, you will not be able to support the moment you completely defeat them."

Li Ye did not refute it, but he could not refute it; he did not explain too much, and it was indeed impossible to explain it.

The combat situation is like this, and the consumption of spiritual energy changes with the development of the battle situation. How can it be controlled rigidly?

What Li Ye pursued in this battle was to kill the great monks of the Shimen Sect, intimidate the monks' corps, attack their fighting spirit, and at the same time enhance their morale. In this way, even if the subsequent battles were more difficult, the Guiyi Army would not collapse.

If you can repel the attack of the Monks' Corps, there will be a gap between battles, allowing Li Ye and others to recover some spiritual energy as soon as possible. This is a very necessary time.

Li Xian also felt that his request was a bit unrealistic, so he opened his mouth, wanted to speak but stopped, and finally just sighed.

He actually wanted to remind Li Ye that although this battle is related to the survival of Sha, Guazhou and Guiyi Army, compared with Li Ye, who is in the fortunes of the Tang Dynasty, there is no need to say much more. Li Ye is the most important thing to protect himself first.

On Li Ye's right is Nangong No. 1. Seeing that the monks' army retreated, the guy brought three jars of wine and gave Li Ye and Li Xian a jar.

It was just a battle of incense, but he seemed to have been fighting on the top of the city for a day. Not only did he drink, but he also sighed with vicissitudes of emotion: "Lanling wine, tulips, jade bowls, amber light is served. Don't laugh at me when you lie drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"

As he said that, he raised his head and drank a cow.

Li Ye was almost amused by him. These four lines of poetry were not just one at all. It was so unsuccessful that he even failed to fall off his book bag. However, Li Ye did not intend to remind him, mainly because he saw the wound on Nangong's first waist and blood oozing out.

After Li Ye finished drinking a jar of wine, he suddenly became confused. How did he read the two poems? He recited them silently several times in his mind, and he retelled Nangong's first words casually, but he couldn't remember the original poem for a moment.

This made Li Ye laugh. It seemed that he and Nangong No. 1 were both half a dozen, and they were not serious scholars, so they should not laugh at them for fifty steps.

Although the battle just now was short, after the great monk of Shimen came to the city, it still put a lot of pressure on everyone. Li Ye's battle was easy and could help Li Xian. In addition to him, Su Emei, Wei Xiaozhuang was not injured, and Yuzhe was all covered with color.

This forced Li Ye to re-examine the battle in front of him.

In the vast white ocean, a middle-aged monk looked at the monks around him with a gloomy face and looked at the great monks around him with a bad look: "A army of 50,000 monks attacked a small pass with only 10,000 soldiers. We were beaten to retreat in a mess without even holding on for a stick of incense. What is the reason?!

"Our goal is to sweep the two states of Sha and Gua within ten days, erase the Tang army here, quickly enter Gan, Su, Liang and other states, gather the power of the Shimen there, and after clearing the rebellion of the outer sect, seize Hexi prefectures and counties to surround the plateau. When these places are completely transformed into a place where Buddha light shines, and then use the power of Tubo to advance comprehensively towards the Tang Dynasty!

"In our original plan, Yangguan was just a small stone, and the monks' army could stomp it into the city with just one kick! Now, tell me why we were frustrated in Yangguan?!"

This middle-aged man is a Buddhist son of the Buddhist sect.

The name of the Buddha's son is not groundless, but appointed by the Holy Buddha himself, so everyone is convinced.

"Oh, Li Ye is at the critical moment. His combat power is too strong. None of us in the thirty Vajra Realm can limit him. Among them, six of them were killed when they met. This is really incredible. It is also a forced way for the cultivators to retreat."

The person who spoke was an old man with a dark face, with a sad face. He sighed, folded his hands together, and lowered his head to the Buddhist son and said, "Now, as long as we are in the Buddhist son, you are qualified to join him. If the Buddhist son can borrow the power of the Buddha's realm, he may be able to kill him here. As long as Li Ye was killed in the battle, the cultivators can quickly step on the Yang Pass, occupy the sand, and the entire melon. If this is the case, there is no great thing."

The Buddha's cheek twitched a few times, barely suppressed his temperament, and said in a deep voice: "King Ming, others don't know, how can you still not understand Li Ye's strength? Although the son of the Moon God Sect is just a demon, his combat power is still a bit. He is under Li Ye's hands, but he has not even lasted for a single round!

"I will be sure to overcome him by borrowing the power of the Holy Buddha. If not, it doesn't matter if my soul and soul are destroyed. This will be a huge blow to the morale of the cultivators. Who will preside over the overall situation behind?"

He can be disrespectful to others, but in front of this old man who is known as the reincarnation of the Peacock King, he cannot help but restrain himself.

The Peacock King sighed again, "If the Buddhist son does not take action, we will have to use human life to fill the Yang Pass. At that time, the 50,000 monks will probably lose most of them."

These words made all monks look sad.

It is said that it is to use human lives to fill the Yang Pass, but in fact it is to use monks to consume Li Ye's spiritual energy. When the opponent is weak, the Buddha's son or the Peacock King will take action and kill the opponent.

The only ones who can effectively consume Li Ye's spiritual energy are great monks. If they are qi-training monks, the low-level part is useless and not enough for Li Ye to breathe a breath. If they are middle-level part... there are not many such monks. If they want to consume Li Ye's spiritual energy, they will be afraid that they will all die.

The monks in the Vajra realm all cast hope and even praying eyes on the Buddhist sons, hoping that the other party could try to take action on their own, rather than using them to face Li Ye even though they knew that they would die if they went up.

"Just do it!" It seemed that he was agreeing with the Peacock King's proposal, and the Buddhist son's tone was very firm and unquestionable.
Chapter completed!