Under everyone's puzzled gaze, seven powerful Douzong warriors stepped out from the crowd and flew into the battlefield.
"It seems we didn't gain the upper hand!" someone sighed.
"These ten monsters are indeed terrifying. Thirteen powerful Douzong warriors are no match for us, and they force us to send more manpower again!"
"Of course. A few days ago, I was the first to come here with the crowd. Thousands of people with Dou Master cultivation level and above, including many Dou Wang and Dou Huang, besieged these ten monsters together. In the end, less than 100,000 people escaped.
Half, one can imagine the strength of these ten monsters." There was a trace of panic on the other person's face, as if he still hadn't gotten rid of the shadow of that day.
"Their physical bodies are so powerful that our attacks have no effect at all. Under those sharp claws, with our little cultivation, we can only be slaughtered." The middle-aged man who spoke smiled bitterly.
Almost in the blink of an eye, an even more terrifying storm swept out from the center of the battlefield. The sweeping strong wind was even more frightening, because wherever the strong wind passed by, cracks appeared in the space. It is conceivable that
And knowing the horror involved, not to mention those with ordinary cultivation, even those who are powerful Douhuang warriors, if they are exposed to these strong winds, they may die or lose their skin.
Halfway up the mountain, Yitian watched the seven Dou Zong disappear into the storm, and cursed "luxury" in a low voice, which made Ling Xiaopang beside him feel confused.
"Brother, what kind of luxury is this?"
"You said that in order to deal with the ten puppets, twenty Douzong were dispatched. What a luxury!" Yitian said.
Ling Xiaopang touched his hair and asked, "But if we don't send more people down, won't we not be able to win?"
"That's because they are stupid," Yitian said disdainfully, "They pay too much attention to the opinions of some sects."
Judging from the situation just now, the thirteen fighting sects had no intention of cooperating at all. Except for some help between fellow sects, the others were completely on their own. Even Yitian could clearly see Bai Yun
The elder he taught had his arm cut by a puppet monster and had to hide in panic. However, the elder from the Beichen family not far away showed no intention of helping and instead pounced on another puppet monster.
"What does this have to do with anything?" Ling Xiaopang asked blankly.
"The relationship is huge. If these thirteen people have such a plan, and nine of them entangle the nine-headed puppet monster, the remaining four will deal with the last puppet, and the four Douzong will deal with one, the result can be imagined.
.After solving a monster, one more person appeared. Five people deal with a puppet. If this continues, do you think we can win?" Yitian said slowly.
Ling Xiaopang grabbed Yitian's hand, looked at Yitian with admiration, and shouted exaggeratedly: "Brother, just accept me as your disciple. No, you can also be a disciple or grandson."
"Let go, let go" This guy always likes to hold people's hands. Yitian is really sensitive to this action. If it were a girl, Yitian might even pull him back. But it's not okay to be held by a grown man like this.
Let go, it’s disgusting!
Little Fatty Ling shook his head like a drum and shouted: "If you don't agree, I won't let you go!"
"You really won't let him go?" Yitian stared at him fiercely.
"Don't let go!" Ling Xiaopang shouted, but he stretched out his other hand and squatted down to hug Yitian's feet, forming a very inelegant posture.
"Asshole!" Yitian felt a fever on his face, because many people in the sky had noticed this, and everyone looked at him strangely, and some even had a knowing smile.
"Even if I'm afraid of you, I promise, let go!"
Ling Xiaopang immediately cheered "Victory" and stood up with a smile.
You kid, just wait! Yitian said fiercely in his heart, how can it be so easy to be my disciple? When the time comes, I will make you cry without tears to retaliate for my being treated as glass today, quack!
As if he knew what Yitian was thinking, Ling Xiaopang chuckled and said: "Brother, I just regard you as my master in my heart. I still call you big brother, so you can't force me to do anything!"
"Then you still call me master?" Yitian jumped up. This boy is really shameless.
Hehe, Ling Xiaopang looked like he was taking it for granted, which made Yizhen want to make fun of his hateful face.
"By the way, brother, your strategy is so brilliant, why don't you tell Shui Wushi and the others?" Ling Xiaopang was a little puzzled.
But Yitian shook his head and said with some confusion: "I don't know why, but I feel uncomfortable when I see this woman!"
Ling Xiaopang opened his eyes wide and shouted in disbelief: "Brother, you don't have abnormal sexual orientation, do you? Not even a beautiful woman like Shui Wushi can make you desire, there is no hope.
Sorry, the world has lost another handsome man, what a pity, what a pity!" After saying that, he looked very regretful.
"Get away, get away as far as you want!" Yitian couldn't help but smile bitterly. If he was with this guy, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't piss him off one day.
After saying that, Yitian ignored him and turned around to look at the battlefield again. Seeing that Yitian was a little angry, Ling Xiaopang stepped aside angrily, but his eyes were staring at Shui Wushi in the sky.
A bit like Brother Pig.
At this time, humans began to gain the upper hand on the battlefield. This was inevitable. Two Douzongs could deal with a puppet monster. All it took was one Douzong to entangle the puppet and buy time for the other Douzong to prepare high-level fighting skills.
These puppet monsters cannot escape the fate of disappearing.
With the continuous battles with these puppet monsters, these Douzongs began to grasp the rhythm, and their tacit understanding became stronger and stronger. Under the turns of the two people's attacks, the puppet monsters were fooled around, although they did not feel tired,
But as Douzong-level attacks fell on them one after another, their speed began to slow down.
With comrades buying time for themselves, humans began to have enough time to launch high-level fighting skills.
For a time, various rays of light continued to shoot out from the center of the battlefield, the energy of multiple high-level fighting skills was superimposed, and a more terrifying energy storm swept out, and the space twisted away in all directions at an objective speed with the naked eye.
Seeing this scene, the faces of those who were not high in fighting spirit turned pale. They wished they had two more legs and tried their best to escape. Despite this, many people were still affected by the energy storm, and their faces were extremely distorted.
rise, and then fade into nothingness.
"Ugh!" Halfway up the mountain, when Ling Xiaopang saw this scene, he vomited and his face suddenly turned pale. Although he had the strength of a fighting king, in the final analysis, he was just a person who had never been out, let alone seen
He is just a young man who has experienced too many killings. Seeing people die like this makes me feel heartbroken.
Yitian took out a cooling elixir from the space ring and handed it to Ling Xiaopang. This elixir was not considered an elixir because it was only used to refresh the mind.
After taking the cooling pill, Ling Xiaopang's face became much rosier.
"Little Fatty, this is not a place for you. You should leave. Don't risk your life on impulse. It's not worth it," Yitian advised.
Ling Xiaopang shook his head and said: "Brother, there is no need to persuade me. I know that I am the eldest young master. I have never seen blood. What I lack most is that I have no battlefield experience. Even many people in the family look down on me, so no matter what happens this time
, I want to try it again!"
Yitian said nothing, then gently patted Ling Xiaopang on the shoulder.
in the sky
Shui Wushi, Duan Yifei and others were all quietly watching the center of the battlefield, which was fluctuating more horribly.
"We are going to win!" Bei Chenyu smiled softly.
"This is inevitable. Twenty Dou Zong fight against ten puppets. If we can't win, we people will be shameless." Duan Yifei said calmly.