() Chen Yunsheng released his spiritual thoughts and received feedback from several spirit detection points in the array. Many monks had already entered the woods from the southwest. He did not want to waste time on the hesitant monks in front of him and was ready to take the initiative.
As long as the opponent is frightened, they will naturally look like birds and beasts.
A ray of yellow light wrapped around his body, and Chen Yunsheng escaped underground and came to the feet of forty people. The ten feet of soil cut off most of the spiritual energy. Unless he had advanced cultivation, he would not be able to sense that there were people under his feet. Chen Yunsheng sat cross-legged on the ground,
Several curved and hard magnetic wires spurted out from his body and wandered through the soil as if they were nothing.
The magnetic energy lines penetrated the soil and went straight to the sides of several monks in the air. The magnetic energy emitted by these people was like the anxiety in their hearts, chaotic and twisted. Chen Yunsheng pointed his fingers sideways and shouted: "thorn!"
Five sharp and tough magnetic wires pierced into the necks of these people with lightning speed. This is the weakest part of the human body, and it is also the part that can be fatal with a single blow. Only "clicking" sounds were heard one after another, and the necks of the five monks
There was a very weird bend, as if being hit by a sudden blunt object. When the bodies of the five people fell from the sky, the others came back to their senses in horror.
After a brief silence, a larger-scale commotion broke out in the crowd. These monks who had been raised by others had never been baptized by war. Facing corpses and sudden death, they were like a group of headless flies. No one wanted to die.
As masters, they could have enjoyed a better life, with beautiful women and money always by their side. If it didn't work out, just change their master, it would be better than losing their lives.
At first, only a few people wandered towards the edge of the island. When everyone found that they were lagging behind, they no longer cared about face and flew into the distant sky in a swarm, as if they would die if they took one step too late.
Chen Yunsheng broke out of the ground, looked at the monks who were running away like crazy, and smiled knowingly. This kind of battle that achieves the goal at the minimum cost is what he longs for. If there is a head-on conflict, and one person fights fifty monks alone, he has a good chance of winning.
Small. But the battle between monks naturally involves environment, terrain, mentality, and all other factors that can be taken into account. Looking at it this way, Chen Yunsheng has an extremely 100% winning rate.
After dismissing the group of flies, Chen Yunsheng returned to the woods. At this time, Kaishan had killed all the monks who entered the magic circle. The two of them ran towards the southwest like flying. There was guarded by Cang Yue and Wuhen, who had never seen anything like this before.
Chen Yunsheng is not very confident about the strength of the two of them in the southwest. He knows that if the other party discovers that there is a huge amount of spiritual grains on the island, the monks who will swarm in will probably trample the island to the ground. Then it will not be him.
It can be stopped.
Along the way, Chen Yunsheng opened a few sub-arrays by the way, and the fog in the woods became thicker and thicker. Like a ghost passing by, he encountered the first enemy on the southwest road. The monk had his back turned to him, and his whole body was covered with blood.
There are countless flaws. He is in the middle stage of Qi training and seems to have not gone through much battle training.
Showing mercy to the enemy is a crime against oneself. Chen Yunsheng's originally pure heart has long since become as solid as a rock. The dragon blade quickly cuts the monk's throat. A cloud of water vapor passes by, and the body falls to the ground. Everything happened like this.
Naturally, the sun seems to rise every day.
Along the shadow of a big tree, Chen Yunsheng felt the anxiety of the battle ahead. The ground became no longer smooth. The further he walked, the more messy soil crumbs on the ground became.
"It's Cang Yue."
In Chen Yunsheng's mind, Cang Yue is a thin armored warrior with a moth eyebrow thorn as his weapon. This kind of magic weapon is not commonly used by male monks, but is mostly used by scouts and assassins. Apparently there are already some among the Eight Guards.
If he found a competent scout, then Cang Yue should be an assassin. Chen Yunsheng had every reason to believe that the big shot would not make two characters with the same function when making these puppets.
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In his metamagnetic world, Cang Yue was as agile as a bolt of lightning, shuttling between trees and shrubs. Every time he struck, he would bring up a trail of blood. Screams came one after another, and this misty forest became a
A veritable Shura field. There are two monks in front whose auras are particularly powerful. Their cultivation level is in the late stage of foundation building, equivalent to that of Chen Yunsheng.
The calmness they displayed was in sharp contrast to the low-level monks. One person held a sword to protect the door, and the other person looked around, looking for the target. The two looked after each other and slowly moved deeper into the woods.
Not wanting to get too entangled in this, Chen Yunsheng's thoughts stirred, and countless colorful rainbows suddenly appeared around him. The monks in front stopped and fell into an illusion. The two of them were stiff, like two sculptures.
Generally speaking, the straight upper body shows that the two of them are quite spiritual.
But Chen Yunsheng is the king of this forest. Every angle in the eight directions is blocked by him. As long as the monks who come in, whether they are practicing Qi or golden elixir, they will only die. Kill two
The monk is the one who opens the mountain. This loyal guard understands his master's intentions well. Although Chen Yunsheng did not give him any instructions, his instinct of war guided his actions.
At this moment, a burst of smoke and dust suddenly rose from the forest to the west, and a crisp sound like a cracking silver bottle came through the thick fog. Chen Yunsheng hurriedly flew westward, and in his mind, he sensed that there was no sound.
Wu Hen fought against a Golden Core cultivator. Before he knew his guard, he was still a little worried about letting Wu Hen face the Golden Core cultivator alone.
From a distance, Chen Yunsheng saw Wuhen holding a nearly straight scimitar in his hand. The mirror-like blade reflected the other person's face. This was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties. The man was not.
He didn't release his natal magic weapon. It was obvious that he was a veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time. He knew that as soon as the magic weapon was released, he would lose the chance to win by surprise.
The long sword burst out with a flash of silver light. Looking at the sky without a trace, it slashed out. The crescent-shaped sword light changed its angle and went straight towards the opponent's head. At the same time, his body quickly moved to the side of the golden elixir monk,
Preparing for the next blow. The golden elixir monk flew to the side without missing a beat. Although he escaped the sword light, he came within Wuhen's attack range. The long sword slashed down, and a golden long sword
Holding the long knife, a shock wave visible to the naked eye passed by, and all the surrounding trees were broken.
Wuhen drew his sword and slashed horizontally, like flowing clouds and flowing water. The golden elixir monk was not good at it either. The golden sword left his hand and protected itself at his side. At the same time, the magic formula in his hand had already been played. Chen Yunsheng pinched it for Wuhen.
He sweated, he was extremely familiar with the opponent's technique, it was clearly the Thunder Technique.
If he was hit at such a close range, the consequences would be disastrous. To his surprise, Wuhen did not dodge, and the long knife cut hard on the golden long sword. There were no sparks and no sound in this collision, and the long knife was like
The air passed through the opponent's golden sword, and the golden elixir monk was disemboweled with a diagonal stab.
When Wuhen put away the long knife, the bluish electric light in the opponent's hand just went out. The time control was perfect. He looked back at Chen Yunsheng deep in the woods, with two hot balls dancing in his eyes.
The flames seemed to tell the master that among the eight guards of Canglan, not only Kaishan was a master.
Taking down a Golden Core cultivator in two rounds does not mean that the opponent is much weaker than Wuhen. When monks fight, the difference between victory and defeat is often a matter of thoughts. If the dead Golden Core cultivator knew that Wuhen's sword was hit
secret, the battle situation will definitely be more anxious.
In a monk's battle, winning by surprise is always the theme. There is no difference between a hundred rounds and one round.
There is no fastest knife, no sharpest sword. On the battlefield, there is only life and death, success and failure. Even heroes who have become famous for a lifetime are sometimes plotted. Many classics in Tianxing Pavilion record the deaths of unbeatable heroes.
Cases in the hands of unknown pawns, the prefaces of these historical books are often accompanied by a sentence that has been circulating in the world of cultivation for a long time, "Never underestimate your opponent, whether he is a monk or not."
At this time, Cang Yue had completed the massacre in the southwest. After leaving more than twenty corpses, the remaining monks in the southwest exited the woods and fled the island in a hurry. Cang Yue did not kill them all. This was in line with Chen Yunsheng's thoughts.
Unanimously, I don't know whether it was because he understood his master's intentions, or because the proud fighting spirit in his body made him disdain to kill the defeated opponent.
The four of them met for a moment and then dispersed again. Chen Yunsheng ordered Cang Yue and Wuhen to go to the northwest to help Kuangdao and Tear, while he took Kaishan to the southeast to deal with the wildfire and the flow.
Yehuo was caught in a bitter battle. The phantom formation in the northwest was broken by an older foundation-building monk because there was no one on duty. Five foundation-building monks besieged Yehuo. These five people were well-established in their offense and defense. They seemed to be cooperating together all year round, which made them very special.
There is a tacit understanding. When one person moves forward, there is always someone on the side to support him and cast some auxiliary spells to disrupt the wildfire.
One of the old men, who was not too young, used a long red flying fork, which sometimes turned into a cloud of fire, sometimes condensed into a sharp blade, which was extremely difficult to deal with. The wildfire spear turned into an endless spear shadow, front and back.
Seal every tiny gap left and right, forming an anxious situation with the five people.
Tear is further away, dealing with a Golden elixir cultivator and a Foundation-building cultivator alone. The opponents coming from this direction are not good opponents. It seems that the opponent has been prepared for a long time, feinting attacks from several directions, and concentrating the main force on one side.
Suddenly, a foundation-building monk opened his hand and released a dozen shining crescent-shaped light blades, cutting the air at extremely high speeds and hitting the wildfire.
The spear struck a blade of light, and Yehuo rolled his body to the side at the same time, avoiding the other four blades of light. At this time, someone was already guarding his landing point, and a long sword with a cold light was like a demon hidden in the dark night, ready to
Choose people to eat.
Kaishan rushed over quietly. The eight guards of Canglan fought silently and seemed to lack a bit of momentum. However, anyone who has really experienced a fierce battle knows that sometimes sound can often reveal one's whereabouts and destroy one's whereabouts.