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As Yan Ting shouted, all members of the Yan League began to charge. The air was mixed with violent and rebellious vitality. Countless powers soared into the sky, and all kinds of vitality skills were released with full force. Led by Yan Ting and Mo Xuanzang
, no one stayed for a moment, and no one hesitated for a moment. This battle was not only a battle of survival for the Yan League, but also their determination to express their inner indignation.
This is destined to be an unprecedented battle in the history of Zhulu Academy. The level may not be high, but the scale is definitely the largest in history.
The 400 people of the Yan League faced off against the 1,300 people of Amber, and a total of 1,700 people started a melee. Because of the unified realm, this battle was destined to be more tragic and brilliant than the thousand-man battle twenty years ago. They
There is no realm of crushing, only an all-out fight.
Yan Ting and Mo Xuanzhang rushed to the front, one demon and one thunder reflected each other, turning half of the sky into blue and black, outlining the most chilling demon smile in this space. Thunder came to the world, and the demon
Wei Zongheng, just two forces, opened a small gap in the seemingly overwhelming charge of a thousand people.
The condensed vitality of dozens of people among the Amber Thousands was instantly shattered by the demonic power of the Killing Curse and the thunder of Jiu Yao, and more than forty people flew out as if they were weightless.
Yan Ting flew up and punched the first ninth-level Tianyuan who came towards him. The man gathered his arms and used all his strength to form an indestructible vitality shield. But Yan Ting's fist was so powerful. The ninth-level Tianyuan's
The defense in front of him was as brittle as tissue paper. When his fist landed on the vitality shield, it took just a blink of an eye. The vitality shield completely disintegrated like broken glass, leaving the collapsed vitality overflowing. This ninth-level Tianyuan felt like it had been hit hard.
His arms trembled violently, and his body retreated wildly.
"Drink!" Yan Ting's left fist hit his retreating body, like a flying arrow picking up a sparrow that was flying slowly, and shot it out.
The ninth-level Tianyuan's body knocked several people away before he finally stopped. However, his sternum collapsed and he passed out immediately. He had no chance to continue participating in the battle.
Yan Ting jumped into the center of the thousands of people, spread out his arms, and a majestic demonic power burst out. In an instant, a chaotic black energy that was several feet high and more than ten feet long rushed out, cutting off the thousands of people in the middle.
Those in the Tianyuan realm in front of the black energy seemed to have been pushed back by a huge force. After their bodies were carried away by the black energy for several feet, they brought powerful energy with both hands and slammed into the black energy. Yan Ting's body trembled, and his arms appeared.
He moved back for an instant, and his feet were nailed to the ground. However, he alone could not match the strength of dozens of people. His feet sank into the soil and cut two deep grooves nearly ten feet long in the back.
Behind him, the power of more than a dozen late-stage Tianyuan came down at the same time. Yan Ting raised his fists to the sky, and two dark aurora rose into the sky. The dozen or so energy that could shatter thousands of kilograms of boulders were instantly annihilated.
But at this moment, those who were blocked no longer had the black energy to block them. They released all their strength and rushed forward one after another. The pressure released by more than 700 Tianyuan realms at the same time was not something Yan Ting could resist. The soles of Yan Ting's feet slipped on the ground.
After traveling dozens of feet, they passed through a field of amber and hit an ancient tree hard.
He quickly stood up and rejoined the battlefield. With that short delay, the Yan League finally got some relief, but this relief only lasted less than ten breaths. Their overall strength was far weaker than Amber,
Although there are four hundred people, less than a quarter have reached the late stage of Tianyuan. On Amber's side, there are more than 300 people at the ninth level of Tianyuan alone.
This is a complete crushing game.
After Chi Han overturned a ninth-level Tianyuan with one punch, his eyes met Wu Fan, who had just defeated three people. His face was gloomy. These people specifically targeted people with lower cultivation levels in the Yan League in order to cut off the Yan League's strength bit by bit.
With all their help, there were only a few of them left in the end. Even if Yan Ting and Mo Xuanzhang could really fight one against a hundred, it would be of no use.
Thinking of this, he rushed directly towards Wu Fan.
As the only one among the ten people who has not broken through Yuan Luo, Chi Han is definitely not because of his lack of talent, but because he knows that he paid too much attention to improving his cultivation and neglected to temper his body, so since he joined the Yan League, he has been
With the help of Yan League's resources, every opportunity is hard-won, so he will try his best to stay for the longest time, even if
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Even if you are on the verge of collapse, you must hold on.
Two months ago, he could break through Yuan Luo Realm, but for this battle, he did not choose to break through.
Wu Fan's eyes suddenly darkened, and his right hand clenched suddenly, a green light emerged, and it was blasted towards Chi Han who was rushing towards him.
Facing this punch, Chi Han did not dodge, but resisted head-on. He did not believe that the two years of hard training in the inner courtyard could not compare to this outsider.
"The red sun penetrates the sun!"
Chi Han let out a low roar, and a red ball suddenly appeared in his fist like a newborn sunrise, bringing with it a blazing flame and colliding with Wu Fan's fist.
boom!
Flames splashed and green light scattered in all directions. Wu Fan's body took more than thirty steps back. He covered his right arm with a ferocious look on his face. Chi Han, although he took four steps back, the power in his hand still remained.
Fighting with punches, making judgments.
"This man is so strong!" Wu Fan gritted his teeth and was shocked.
He is also the peak Tianyuan Realm combat power of his sect, but in this Zhulu Academy, he saw several people who were a few steps ahead of him. How could he not be frightened?
Chi Han would not give him a chance to rest. He rushed out again and blasted towards Wu Fan. Seeing this, two ninth-level Tianyuan quickly ran over and blocked him. He pushed out with both hands and collided with the two people. With his strength, he defeated them both.
It was easy, but soon more than a dozen ninth-level Tianyuan came to surround him. In this case, he could only break out of the encirclement by fighting with all his strength.
It's just a pity that we couldn't solve that Wu Fan.
"Get out of my way!"
Long Yu knocked the two people to the ground and rushed directly towards Mo Xuanzhang, who was sweeping through all the late stage Tianyuan. His face was gloomy. It was this person who just made him fall to the ground in a panic.
"I will destroy you with my own hands!" The furious voice spread in this space, and the terrifying momentum was like a volcano erupting. A crimson light appeared on Long Yu's hand.
After Mo Xuanzang knocked the three people back with one palm, he glanced at him indifferently. Facing the powerful Dragon Territory, Mo Xuanzang put his left hand behind his back, stretched out a finger with his right hand, and raised his eyebrows contemptuously.
Showing a disdainful sneer.
"Kill!" Mo Xuanzhang's action undoubtedly made the furious Long Yu take action with hatred, and the crimson ray of light in his hand was fiercely blasted towards Mo Xuanzhang.
Above the clouds in the sky, an old man stood there quietly, watching the battle silently.
At this time, a familiar scent from the distance approached until it landed behind the old man.
"You are here after all." The great elder looked at the visitor and said with a faint smile.
Xiao Chengfan did not answer him, but looked down at the two sides that had begun to fight. Among them, he found the figure of Yan Ting. At this moment, Yan Ting was rushing back and forth among the Amber team with almost a sweeping force.
Everywhere, someone will fall down, and the attack will be extremely ruthless, not allowing the opponent a second chance to stand up.
"The same was true for Nian Yan and Cang Yan back then. They led Hu Hu to defeat Liu Guang and Zhu Ri. Today, do you think Yan Ting and Xuan Zang will repeat their great achievements of the past?" the great elder said calmly.
"Are you here today just to see if they can win?" Xiao Chengfan asked back.
The great elder was noncommittal.
"I still remember when Nian Yan and Cang Yan fought against nineteen Yuandao alone. Although they won, they were also greatly traumatized." Xiao Chengfan looked up at the sky and said in a vicissitudes of voice: "Don't worry.
, will they end up like this?"
"Since you are ready for confrontation, you must suffer the consequences. I don't want him to be like his father. He should be more perfect than his father." The great elder said expressionlessly.
"Of course it will be more perfect. Now that they are here, let's take a good look. Yan Ting and Xuan Zhang will both be able to stand alone in the future. This fight will only be a training for them." Xiao Chengfan smiled.
After laughing, the two old men stood above the clouds, watching everything.
Catching the crimson light with one fist, Mo Xuanzhang felt a stinging pain in his hand. His sword eyebrows were raised slightly, and the strength did not decrease but increased.
"Is this your capital to seek death?" Mo Xuanzhang's expression suddenly turned cold, his palms thundered, and he swallowed the
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Apply crimson.
Long Yu's face was ferocious, and he slammed his left hand towards Mo Xuanzhang's face. Mo Xuanzhang grabbed his wrist with his right hand, and a dark and deep light suddenly flashed from Mo Xuanzhang's eyes. Long Yu faced his
The pupils, as if possessed by ghosts, had lost their color, leaving only paleness in their eyes.
"No, no..." Long Yu screamed in frustration, Mo Xuanzhang's eyes half-closed, he let go of his arm, and punched him in the forehead.
Long Yu flew out miserably like a kite with its string cut off. The moment he saw Mo Xuanzhang's eyes, no one knew what was going on in his mind.
After defeating Long Yu, Mo Xuanzhang didn't hesitate at all and immediately pounced on the group of people closest to him. In this battle where his disadvantage was obvious, he had to use all his strength to have a chance.
However, the disadvantage is not so easy to equalize. As time goes by, the Yan League shows its fatigue. Because the number and cultivation level are far inferior to Amber, the Yan League begins to experience large-scale attrition. Those who were defeated by the Yan League
As long as a person stands up, he will be besieged by Amber until he loses his fighting power.
Four hundred people against one thousand three hundred people, one person has to withstand three times the pressure. Although Yan Ting set off a huge wave in the amber and attracted a considerable part of the peak combat power, the overall strength of the Yan League is really
It was too far off. Less than a quarter of an hour after the battle began, more than a hundred people from the Yan League had already fallen.
"Hmph, I didn't expect Yan Ting to be so good at fighting. He jumped directly to the center of the battlefield to attract firepower. More than three hundred people surrounded him and fought, but they couldn't do anything to him." A Yuandao observed the situation of the fight and suddenly let out a cry.
Not a friendly compliment.
Although he didn't want to admit it, this was the reality.
"But what's the use of being so powerful alone? The Yan League has already been defeated. With both numbers and cultivation at a disadvantage, what ability do they have to fight against us? You can guess this battle without even watching it.
Ending." Another Yuandao realm expressed his opinion.
"When a person is finally exhausted, as long as Yan Ting is not allowed to support other areas, then in less than half an hour, the Yan Alliance will be defeated... huh?"
The voice stopped suddenly, and that sound brought everyone's attention to the battlefield.
Yan Ting actually broke through the encirclement of more than 300 people and blasted away the Amber disciples who were besieging the Yan League disciples from behind. This sudden attack caught everyone present off guard, and in an instant, more than a dozen late-stage Tianyuan were hit hard in the back.
After lifting up the fallen Yan League disciples, Yan Ting turned around and swung out his fingers, sending several killing spells across the land of more than ten feet and blasting towards the rushing Amber troops.
boom!
Several sky-shattering explosions were heard, and more than twenty ninth-level Tianyuan were bleeding from the corners of their mouths and fell to the ground.
"Everyone listen to my order, spread out and fight, go, go!" Yan Ting's majestic voice echoed in the forest, and for a moment, those Yan League disciples who were still capable of fighting began to run away.
In this one-sided situation, if they still choose to fight head-on, even if the Yan League has twice the number of people, it is impossible to defeat Amber. The only way is to delay and disperse most of Amber's troops so that he can defeat them one by one.
.
"Go! Go!" Chi Han forced away the entanglement of the two ninth-level Tianyuan, helped up the injured Yan League disciple and began to retreat.
"Let's go, quickly!" Tang Li and others also tried their best to defeat their opponents and began to escape with some wounded.
The disciples of the Yan League were defeated and fled, and more than 800 Amber disciples chased after them. These were mid- to late-stage Tian Yuan. Even if half of them were cut off, it would be more than enough to defeat the remnants of the Yan League.
Amber's disciples were as slow as a cat catching a mouse. In their view, the Yan League was already a turtle in a urn and was nothing to worry about. Therefore, there was no difference if it was destroyed sooner or later. It was better to take advantage of this opportunity to have some fun and torture slowly.
, more pleasurable than crushing directly
But there are still more than 300 people left here without pursuing them, because there are two people who are more important and more powerful than those remnants.
Yan Ting winked at Mo Xuanzhang, who understood in his heart and smiled. It seems that today, the limit will be exceeded!