Chi Han fell to the ground helplessly. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was covered in blood. His clean white clothes were stained with the blood of many people at this moment.
In the end, was it still exhausted?
He looked at Tang Li who was being tortured by two eighth-level Tianyuan not far away. He was no longer able to fight. The power he had squeezed from the limit many times was turned into nothingness and was consumed bit by bit in the siege.
Almost exhausted.
Trampling Tang Li under his feet, an eighth-level Tianyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and showed a joking sneer towards the man at his feet, as if to show off the glory of the winner to him.
Tang Li groped with his palms on the ground, and made a grunt with difficulty from his throat. He grabbed the man's feet, but couldn't move him away no matter what. He had tried his best, and now he no longer had the strength to fight against them.
.
This eighth-level Tianyuan kicked Tang Li in the face. Tang Li flew out, a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out, and rolled on the ground for more than ten times before stopping.
Chi Han swallowed even harder. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he stood up again and rushed towards one of the eighth-level Tianyuan, but was kicked away by another person.
"How long has it been? You are still thinking about dying. If I beat you to death, we will suffer. Isn't it good to be obedient and lie on the ground pretending to be dead?" The man who kicked Chi Han away said disdainfully.
sneered.
The battle here is over. The Yan League has lost. More than fifty people have been wiped out. The two strongest Chi Han and Tang Li have also lost the ability to resist. They are ravaged by the Amber disciples as if they were playthings. If they had not taken care of
As the two disciples of the inner courtyard, I am afraid that they have already been cruel to them.
"But it's really difficult for these people to struggle, and we actually lost more than twenty people." An Amber disciple said gloomily.
With both cultivation and numbers overwhelming the Yan League, twenty-seven Tianyuan realms were destroyed by the Yan League. This result was unacceptable to them. Two or three people besieged one person and still suffered losses. This was not a disguised act.
Does this mean that amber is not as good as Yanmeng?
Tang Li breathed heavily, his mind went blank, and his consciousness was in a state of dissociation. His eyes were glued to the blood between his eyebrows, and he could only see a line of blood when he opened it to the maximum.
Have you lost? Not yet. The alliance leader and boss are still there. With these two people, the Yan Alliance will not lose.
The most we can do is this step, the rest is up to you.
He slowly closed his eyes, leaving the last bit of strength to himself. He really wanted to sleep now. He hadn't had such a happy fight for a long time. It was a pity. He could have taken two people away, but he was attacked by a sneak attack. Then
He didn't see the two people who attacked him. If he knew about it, he would catch them out and beat them up no matter whether the Yan League would be disbanded or not.
But now, I have no energy left.
"Let's go, let's go to support. With such a serious abnormality in the world, it seems that something unexpected happened over there." A ninth-level Tianyuan said.
A quarter of an hour ago, the color of the sky and the earth suddenly changed. Thunder was rolling and bursts of thunder could be heard clearly within a ten-mile radius. It was unknown what the situation on the battlefield over there was like.
Chi Han wanted to grab someone's feet, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. He could only watch as more than a hundred Amber disciples swaggered away from under his nose.
Chi Lian and Yan Po were stained with blood, leaning against a rock, with their feet pressed against their chests. An irresistible force seemed to have nailed them here, unable to move. Gu Xiao lay motionless on the ground, already unconscious.
Die.
The battlefield here has also ended. More than 80 people from the Yan League were wiped out by the Amber group, while Amber only lost less than 40 people. The gap in combat power is too big and cannot be made up. It can be considered that it can survive until now.
It's the limit.
"Let's go."
More than two hundred people from Amber left one after another, while Chi Lian and Yan Po, the only remaining conscious men in the Yan League, could only watch. They had lost the weapons they relied on, and their strength was greatly reduced. Now they only have the strength to open their eyelids.
What can be done?
"I tried my best..." Yan Po's face turned pale, with a trace of pain flashing across his face.
"Uh...
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I hope... they can win..." Chi Lian smiled bitterly. He had many fractures on his body, and even talking would affect his injuries. He could not imagine that he could achieve this step.
Looking at Gu Xiao who was unconscious not far away, the two of them shook their heads reluctantly. Three eighth-level Tianyuan and more than twenty late-stage Tianyuan who severely damaged Amber. No matter who it is, they will think that these three people have done a good enough job, but
They don't think so. They can do better, but they just don't have the chance. With the disparity in numbers, their every move cannot be smooth. They can't chase after one person is defeated, because another person will soon take over.
Come up.
With repeated consumption like this, their physical strength and vitality are being lost until they are no longer able to fight anymore.
"I'm not willing to give in!" Using his last strength, Chi Lian looked up to the sky and shouted softly, and then painful tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
In the remaining three battlefields, more than 400 Amber disciples converged and rushed towards Yan Ting.
Yan Ting sat next to Mo Xuanzhang, looking at the Amber disciples who were wailing on the ground and having broken bones and limbs. He suddenly felt a sense of pleasure in his heart. More than three hundred late-stage Tianyuan, all fell here. For Yan League,
This is victory.
In the distance, everyone in the Yan League closed their eyes in despair, and several female disciples even cried out. This battle was so tragic and magnificent, and the Yan League was still honored even though it was defeated.
"Is it over?" Xiang Xinyue let out a long sigh. This result was within their expectations, but they still felt very sad.
That miracle still didn't happen after all.
When nearly seven hundred Amber disciples joined together, it seemed that everything was doomed.
Qin Feiling looked at all this indifferently. She said nothing. She would not believe that the Yan League would lose like this until the last moment.
A few months, just a few months, from the founding of the Yan League, to the strengthening of the Yan League, to today's decisive battle, how much has it gone through. The unity, courage and determination of the Yan League are all vividly reflected in this moment. The Yan League
It did not lose. When facing a powerful enemy, it did not retreat, but moved forward bravely and faced the difficulties. Even if it was shattered to pieces, even if the entire army was annihilated, it would stick to its last bottom line, and the disciples of Yan League would also stick to the original intention of Yan League.
!
Such a Yan League will never lose!
"This result does not seem so satisfactory." Xiao Chengfan gave a helpless smile, his voice full of bitterness. Although he knew that it was too difficult for a miracle to happen, he still had confidence in Yan Ting, but this confidence,
After all, it is still no match for reality.
The great elder sighed: "If you lose, just lose. This is also growth. These children are already very good if they can reach this point."
"It's finally coming to an end, I'm scared to see it." A disciple from the inner courtyard stretched his body and said solemnly.
Yan Ting truly defeated one against a hundred and won the victory with a slight advantage. When Yan Ting defeated the last person, they all felt an indescribable bitterness and sorrow in their hearts. On the one hand, they were worried about Yan Ting's
He was worried about fighting a life-and-death battle, and on the one hand, he was ashamed that hundreds of people from Amber were defeated by Yan Ting alone.
This is probably envy, jealousy and hatred!
"They are here, Yan League, but they still lost." Yu Xiao said indifferently.
"How can we still win? There is only one Yan Ting left. Mo Xuanzhang was severely injured and couldn't even stand up. If the two of them were still at their peak, I would still believe that they can create miracles, but now they are like this
It looks like, let alone seven hundred people, even if there are seventy people, they may not be able to withstand it." A person next to Yu Xiao said.
Yu Xiao did not respond to this, because he also believed that the Yan Alliance would be defeated, but looking at Yan Ting's calm and calm look, there was always a hanging stone in his heart that could not fall.
Did he pretend to be so indifferent because he knew he would lose?
Mo Xuanzhang closed his eyes, tilted his head back slightly, and leaned against the stone. He glanced sideways at Yan Ting. The latter had disordered breathing and severe internal injuries, but he still pretended to be nonchalant.
"Okay, stop pretending, just vomit if you want." Mo Xuanzhang said with a bitter smile.
Yan Ting immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, put his hands on the ground and coughed violently. The blood foam was mixed with blood streaks.
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, dyed Yan Ting’s teeth red.
Suddenly, a breeze blew by, blowing some strands of Yan Ting's hair, revealing half of his face that was stained red with blood.
"Ahem, I originally wanted to show off in front of those people. What nonsense are you talking about? I want to expose it..." Yan Ting cursed helplessly.
Looking at the seven hundred Amber disciples who had arrived, Mo Xuanzhang said sadly: "We must have lost."
"Fart, aren't I still standing?" Yan Ting said angrily.
"How many more can you hit?" Mo Xuanzhang mocked mercilessly.
"Then... we can at least take away a dozen of them. We can't... lose our prestige..." Yan Ting smiled miserably.
Mo Xuanzhang smiled and seemed to have accepted his fate, but the next moment, Yan Ting stood up.
"You don't really want to go, do you?" Mo Xuanzhang looked stunned.
Yan Ting breathed out softly and asked a question that confused Mo Xuanzhang: "Have you noticed that the wind is blowing?"
Mo Xuanzhang frowned.
"Wind is a good thing, especially here. Mo Xuanzhang, I will perform a miracle for you. It is more majestic and beautiful than your Heavenly Punishment Thunder Tribulation Formation." Yan Ting showed a smile.
"What on earth are you going to do?" Mo Xuanzang yelled.
Yan Ting pursed his lips and said nothing. He walked forward for more than ten steps and then stopped, closed his eyes, and then opened his hands.
This strange movement made everyone stare. It's now, what's the point of doing these movements?
Under the breeze, Yan Ting's long hair began to flutter. Soon, the wind became stronger and stronger, causing Yan Ting's long hair to dance wildly. At the same time, a small whirlwind appeared in the palm of his left hand.
This whirlwind was very small, only half the size of Yan Ting's hand, but it seemed to have its own consciousness, lying quietly and spinning in Yan Ting's hand, like an obedient baby.
And in the palm of his right hand, a small cluster of flames appeared. This cluster of flames looked extremely weak, as if it could be extinguished with a gentle blow. But the fact is that in the increasingly violent wind, this cluster of flames appeared.
A small fire burned extremely steadily.
Since he cultivated the Burning Finger, he rarely shows the power of fire in front of others, because the Burning Finger is just a tool he uses to assist his cultivation, just to strengthen his understanding of the fire element.
With his current ability, being able to gather such a small cluster of flames in an instant is already a huge achievement. Behind this is the preparation for hundreds of failed attempts.
As for the wind element, there is now endless wind for him to drive, inexhaustible and inexhaustible.
Under everyone's gaze, Yan Ting's palms slowly merged, and the small cluster of flames entered the whirlwind and turned into a small whirlwind of flames.
"What kind of elemental skill is this?" Xiao Chengfan looked surprised. He had never seen Yan Ting use this kind of power before, and he could actually fuse two elemental powers with each other.
The fusion of elements is not a simple fusion of vitality. If you do not have the ultimate understanding of the power of the two elements, it is easy to cause accidents by forcibly merging the two elements.
"What is Yan Ting doing?" Concubine Qin frowned slightly. It has been more than half a year. When did Yan Ting develop such an elemental skill?
Yan Ting's forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was solemn. When the whirlwind of flames condensed, a trace of relaxation appeared on his face. When he first tried to fuse the elements of wind and fire, he was extremely cautious, and the result was...
It failed. Now it is a success, which is an excellent comfort to him.
"The wind forest and sky, the mountains and fire and the earth are green; the wind and fire merge, and the waves are surging; the wind blows the heaven and earth, and the fire burns all the wastelands; the wind and fire merge, and the sky and the earth are only light!"
"Although it is small, but with the strong wind that is helping me today, it should be enough for you to drink a pot."
Yan Ting raised his eyes and faced Amber, who numbered seven hundred people, and the flame whirlwind in his hand flew out.
"Try the wind and fire spell I formed for the first time."