Two thousand miles due east of the Sanxian Plain, a thousand elite disciples of Liu Yuefeng, led by the sect leader Huang Yan, were galloping to the aid of the Sanxian Plain.
Huang Yanfei was at the head of the team, and from the corner of his eye he glanced at the two white-haired elders following closely behind him, their expressions gloomy.
A war breaks out between the Tu Luomen and the Fahua Sect. Now the Three Immortals Plain is the center of gravity of the war. Liuyue Peak is the closest to the Three Immortals Plain and is a subordinate sect of the Fahua Sect. It immediately received the order to rush to help.
But at this time, the war has just begun, and the Sanxian Plain must be extremely dangerous. It is very dangerous to participate at this time. Even if he wins in the end, there will definitely be heavy losses, so Huang Yan is extremely reluctant.
However, the two elders sent by the Lotus Sect had been monitoring his every move. He had no chance to resist, so he had no choice but to send a thousand troops to reinforce the Three Immortals Plain, while praying constantly in his heart.
During the flight, the elder on the left rear of Huangyan narrowed his eyes and said sadly: "Sect Master, our direction seems to be a little off, and our speed seems to be a little slow. Over there in the Three Immortals Plain..."
"Damn it! Is this over or not? Shut up, I will find my own way!" Huang Yan was already in a very bad mood. When he heard this, a violent light flashed in his eyes and he shouted loudly:
"Don't fucking think that it's great that you are from the main sect. If you piss me off, I will kill you just like you!"
"You!" The elder's expression suddenly changed, but he really didn't dare to get angry. He snorted coldly and stopped talking, his expression becoming more and more gloomy.
At this moment, Huang Yan, who was flying, suddenly changed his expression, stretched out his hand to stop all the disciples behind him, and shouted in a deep voice: "Stop all!"
The two elders from the Lotus Sect both had expressions on their faces. Just as they were about to speak, they seemed to suddenly notice something, and their expressions changed drastically at the same time.
After the disciples at the rear stopped, their faces showed doubts and confusion, but the next moment they all showed looks of horror.
Originally, the spiritual consciousness was sweeping across, and only a few spiritual beasts occasionally appeared in the surrounding smoke. It could be said that it was peaceful.
But the moment Huang Yan finished speaking, in the surrounding smoke, figures of monks appeared one after another in large numbers, gathering from all directions, and soon formed an encirclement, surrounding a thousand people from Liu Yuefeng.
As the smoke billowed, one could clearly see the figures of many monks disappearing and appearing in the smoke, and the light of various magic weapons shining out, making the hearts of these thousands of people tremble.
"It's over! We've been ambushed!" Seeing such a scene, Huang Yan's heart sank suddenly and his face changed horribly.
At this moment, the smoke in front of him rolled back, and the figures of Tianlang and Xue Qian stepped out, their eyes like lightning, coldly scanning the Qian Liuyue disciples who were coming for reinforcements.
"Sirius!" Seeing Sirius appear, Huang Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his face instantly turned pale.
Having just returned from Tu Luomen's banquet, he was deeply aware of the terror of Sirius. He did not expect that not long ago, in just a few hours, he fell into the ambush of Sirius!
Tianlang, this is a cold-blooded leader who killed two sect leaders without blinking an eye, and he is also an arrogant monk who dares to personally attack Master Tianshu.
Faced with this cold-blooded and arrogant Nascent Soul master in person, Huang Yan couldn't even feel the slightest resistance in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Heaven...Sirius Sect Master, we..."
Tianlang snorted coldly, directly interrupting Huang Yan's trembling words, waved his right hand, and the cold voice was cold and ruthless, which chilled the hearts of the thousands of Liuyue Peak disciples: "Kill, no one will be spared!"
After Tianlang finished speaking, he launched an attack directly. Three Daluo Demonic Hands appeared in succession, twisting the silver and red intense light in the shape of a "pin", and imprinted it into the crowd of Liu Yuefeng.
The Heavenly Wolf used Nascent Soul to activate it, and the power of Daluo Demonic Hand surged, covering the formation that was extremely compact due to its rapid march, and immediately covered it.
Countless Liu Yuefeng disciples looked horrified and tried to resist. Various rays of light flashed and bombarded the giant hand, but they still could not completely offset it.
Three Daluo demons entered the crowd with their handprints, causing everyone to fall on their backs. Nearly a hundred Liuyue disciples were seriously injured, and dozens of Foundation Establishment disciples with lower cultivation levels had their bodies exploded to death.
Spells can be fired at will, and hundreds of people can resist them, but they are completely unable to compete. This is the powerful power of the Nascent Soul master!
And as Sirius's attack fell, countless monks around started attacking with the same shouts. Various magic weapons and spells were activated at the same time, and powerful rays of light poured down frantically from all directions, forming a phantom torrent.
, instantly swallowed up the bodies of thousands of people in Liu Yuefeng.
After the light dissipated, Liu Yuefeng's more than 1,000 people had less than 800 left, and most of them were injured. In just one round of concentrated fire, a lot of strength was consumed.
Huang Yan gritted his teeth and blocked this wave of attacks. Looking at the miserable state of the disciples behind him, his expression was full of regret and deep despair, but this despair soon turned into madness, and he shouted miserably:
"Kill! Break through from the rear right side. Don't skimp on your magic weapons and spells. Use them all and fight them to the death!"
Huang Yan's words immediately ignited the fighting spirit of Liu Yue's disciples. The desire for survival generated in the desperate situation exploded wildly, and they let out crazy roars and turned around to attack the right rear.
Brilliant rays of light poured down, instantly killing a large number of surrounding disciples and tearing apart the defense on the right rear.
Seeing that a way out had been opened, a group of Liu Yuefeng disciples looked crazy and rushed over desperately. However, just when they saw the way out and were about to break out of the siege, a light suddenly flashed in the void in front of them.
The figure of Sirius stepped out, moved his hands in front of him, and directly pulled out a piece of lightning to fill the gap, blocking everyone's escape route. The flashing power of thunder directly knocked several people away.
The body of the monk who rushed at the front was crushed to pieces.
Seeing Tianlang suddenly appearing and blocking their way out, the expressions of a group of Liuyue disciples changed drastically. However, the trapped beasts still fought, not to mention the fact that they were a group of unruly wild fire demon cultivators.
In a dangerous situation, on the thin line between life and death, everyone has gone crazy. Even if a strong Nascent Soul blocks the way, they dare to challenge them head-on!
Amidst the shrill roars, countless magical rays of light rained down, hitting Lei Jie Tian heavily, and many magic weapons exploded directly, erupting with violent energy fluctuations.
Faced with such an attack, even Sirius changed color, and the tough light wavered one after another and shattered instantly. Sirius immediately groaned and took a step back with his face flushed.
Even if he is a powerful Nascent Soul, it is impossible for him to block the concentrated fire attacks of hundreds of people at the same time!
However, although Tianlang was driven back by the concentrated fire, he successfully blocked Liu Yuefeng's impact and kept everyone in the encirclement. He shouted loudly:
"On the left and right wings, everyone releases all flying swords, regardless of quality, and forms a sword formation to penetrate Liu Yue's formation and separate them!"
The surrounding disciples received the order and immediately took action. All the disciples on the left and right wings summoned flying swords one after another. For a moment, various sword lights flashed in succession, making the light dazzling.
The more than two thousand besieging disciples summoned no less than tens of thousands of flying swords almost instantly, with about five thousand on each side, forming a sword formation. Like a swarm of bees coming out of the nest, they rushed into Liu Yuefeng's formation.
Among the more than 10,000 flying swords, the quality is mixed, and the formations are scattered. They only attack at the same time, so it cannot be regarded as a real sword formation.
But no matter what it is, as long as the number is large, the power it can produce is very different. The scene of thousands of flying swords piercing together is a spectacular sight.
Countless sword lights joined together, overwhelming the sky and the earth, turning into two sword rivers of colorful light, piercing into Liu Yuefeng's formation from the left and right wings.
A sword array composed of thousands of flying swords is enough to compare with a powerful spell. Even Tianlang dare not use it head-on, so naturally these Liuyue disciples cannot.
The monks blocking the Jianhe Road all had complex expressions and kept running away. The faster ones could escape by chance, and the slower ones might be able to deflect one or two flying swords, but in the end they could not stop the impact of countless flying swords like raindrops.
, unable to parry at all, was passed by countless sword rays and minced into pieces.
Liu Yuefeng's entire formation was directly penetrated horizontally by the two sword formations and divided into three parts. The head and tail could not look at each other!
"Kill!" Xue Qian shouted tenderly, and immediately turned into a red shadow and rushed into the crowd of Liu Yuefeng. She swung her sword continuously. Every time the sword fell, it would definitely penetrate the neck of a Liu Yue disciple.
Although Xue Qian is still a young girl, the tragic death of her parents has caused a major change in her temperament. Coupled with the two months of dealing with sect affairs and forcing herself to continue to transform, she has grown up very quickly.
Coupled with its own pure bloodline, stimulated by the flying blood at this time, the color of the two blood pupils became more and more bright, rushing into the crowd, and suddenly swept past like a bloody storm, quickly harvesting Liu Yue.
The life of a disciple.
Naturally, the rest of the cultivators couldn't rush into the enemy formation to attack at close range like Xue Qian, but they were also not idle. They continued to use magic weapons one after another to kill Liu Yue's disciples who had fallen into despair.
Tianlang, on the other hand, stood in mid-air, controlling the whole place. He kept pouring out spells into the crowd, such as Da Luo Demon Hand, Star Meteor Sky Fall, and Thunder Tribulation. Every time it fell, it would cause huge damage to Liu Yue's disciples.
Loss!
Having a strong Nascent Soul is the greatest advantage of the Sirius side in this battle!
Moreover, the Sirius side also had the advantage of numbers and encirclement, and its offensive was fierce.
On the other hand, Liu Yuefeng's disciples were in a state of chaos when faced with sudden changes, and were unable to make the most correct response.
And every instruction from Sirius was orderly, resulting in this battle being completely one-sided.
Liu Yuefeng organized breakouts again and again, but never succeeded. He just continued to consume his own strength.
As time went by, Liu Yuefeng's number became smaller and smaller, and his resistance became weaker and weaker. It was no longer possible to shake Tianlang's position. Only a few hundred people gathered together to resist the attacks of the besiegers again and again.
attack.
Looking at the nearly a hundred monks who were stubbornly resisting, Tianlang snorted coldly and stepped down from the air. A white jade seal appeared on his right hand, enlarged to several feet in size. The four large seal characters at the bottom of the jade seal glowed with golden light and he smashed it hard.
On top of the defense formed by the remaining hundred people.
The jade seal fell and the layer of defense immediately collapsed. More than a dozen monks screamed and their whole bodies exploded. The remaining people also groaned and spurted out blood.
Huang Yan spurted out a mouthful of blood, his expression was sluggish, he hurriedly swallowed a pill, his face was panicked, and he retreated hastily.
But at this moment, a red shadow was extremely fast, dragging out a series of afterimages in mid-air, and instantly stuck behind Huang Yan.
Huang Yan's consciousness swept away and he discovered the scene behind him. His face changed drastically and he pressed his right hand on the storage bag without hesitation.
However, the speed of the blood race is unparalleled. Although Xue Qian has not yet reached the strength of the Marquis, under his transformation, his speed is a few points faster than that of Sirius. How can he defend against this sneak attack?
Before Huang Yan could make his next move, Xue Qian's eyes flashed coldly, and the sharp blade was sent out. A glowing thin sword with a floating inscription immediately penetrated Huang Yan's chest and came out from his chest, ending Huang Yan's life.
And the remaining dozens of defeated soldiers also screamed and died one after another. In just one stick of incense, Liu Yuefeng's thousand disciples were all killed!
Sirius looked calm, scanned the battlefield, and said: "Report the battle damage!"
After a while, Old Man Guisen and Zi Kuang, the master of Ziyoumen Sect, came forward together, clasping their fists one after another, and said respectfully:
"Ninety-seven people were killed in the Hundred Ghost Cave battle, and seventy-one were seriously injured!"
"Eighty Zi Youmen died in the battle and one hundred and three were seriously injured!"
Sirius nodded when he heard this. Suddenly, it seemed unsatisfactory to have such an advantage and still suffer so many losses in the battle before consuming Liu Yuefeng's thousand reinforcements.
But in fact, the thousand people they killed were all the elites Liu Yuefeng came to help, and many of them were strong in the pill formation stage. Most of the people they lost were weak. Therefore, such a result of the battle is still
Not bad.
The real war is like this, like a huge wave crashing into the sand, the weak die and the strong survive. Those who can survive the flames of war and survive in the end are the real elites.
And only by constantly experiencing the tempering of war, eliminating impurities and preserving the elite, can we truly forge an invincible and invincible iron army!
After hearing about the battle losses, Sirius nodded and said calmly: "Organize the manpower to clean the battlefield. It must be completed within half a stick of incense. Each group of ten people will disperse the fog. They will monitor the movements of all parties at any time and wait for orders!"
"Yes!" The two of them took the order and left, starting to organize their disciples to clean up the battlefield. Tianlang left in silence and disappeared into the smoke again.
Xue Qian took out a white handkerchief, wiped the blood on the sword blade, put it away, and followed Sirius into the mist with a flash of eyes.