Behind Old General Xue, four masters of spiritual masters, Ran Fuzi and Ning Fuzi from the "Wen Dao Academy", Xing Potian, the leader of the "Huan Beast Sect", and Xie Tianshu, the governor of Xiqi, lined up.
Each one of them had a gloomy expression, their clothes were torn, they looked a bit disgraced, and they looked indescribably miserable.
The Daqian soldiers around were also sparse, with very few left.
From these dull-eyed and low-spirited soldiers, there was no trace of the heroic army before the expedition.
"That's it!"
General Xue sighed, extremely tired, "Withdraw!"
Mo Kan is always called the "old general", but in fact he is much younger than the two academic masters.
However, at this time, Old General Xue had a sad face, and many wrinkles were unknowingly added to his face, making him look several years older than Old Master Ning.
"General Xue, if we withdraw again, the entire Xiqi Province will be completely lost!" A trace of pain flashed in Xie Tianshu's eyes.
Although he knew that the battle was lost, he was somewhat unwilling to accept it. For a while, it was difficult to accept the reality.
After all, once Xiqi Province fell, his position as the governor of Xiqi would be in name only, and he would no longer have jurisdiction over it.
The loss of territory will also bring him endless ridicule and humiliation. What's more, it will bring him eternal infamy and be spurned by countless people of Daqian. He will be infamy for thousands of years.
"What can we do if we don't retreat?" Old General Xue frowned, pointed at the dark figure above the enemy army, and his voice unconsciously raised a few points, "How can we fight against ten thousand spiritual masters!"
Xie Tianshu's face froze and he was speechless.
"I didn't expect the 'Dark Temple' to be so cruel!" Old Master Ning cursed bitterly, "They created ten thousand spiritual beings, and they experimented on so many people, and they killed so many innocent lives!"
"Among the seven holy places, only my academy strictly prohibits human experimentation." Master Ran smiled bitterly and murmured to himself, "Ran has always been proud of this. Now it seems that we are really wrong?"
"Why did Master Ran say this?" Master Ning asked displeasedly, "How can we do something that goes against the harmony of nature?"
"But if we don't do it, other holy places will do it, like this 'Dark Temple'." Master Ran pondered for a moment, then slowly replied, "They will become more and more powerful, and even wipe out other holy places and unify the cultivation world. , what kind of hell on earth will it be then?”
"Ning always firmly believes that evil cannot defeat good!" Master Ning said firmly, "I don't want Xiaojie to live in a school that ignores the lives of others."
"Two masters, now is not the time to discuss this." The person who spoke was none other than Xing Potian, the leader of the Fantasy Beast Sect. "It is more important to save your life first."
"Sect Master Xing is right." Old Master Ning stared at the dense enemy spiritual masters in the sky and said firmly, "You go first, I will take the rear!"
"I'm with you." Master Ran agreed.
"Excuse me, you two." General Xue no longer hesitated, slowly raised his right arm and made a retreat gesture.
"General Xue, I am your son..." Xie Tianshu said again.
It turns out that including the masters of the "Wen Dao Academy" and Xiqi sects, there were originally more than ten powerful spiritual masters on Daqian's side. They had firmly controlled the battle situation and forced the "Dark Temple" to retreat step by step.
The old general even thought for a time that as long as he worked harder, he could drive the enemy out of Xiqi Province and even counterattack the chaotic land.
However, the strange ringing sound that suddenly appeared among the enemy troops was like a wake-up call, completely waking him up.
Accompanied by the ringing of the bell, there were densely packed spiritual masters in the sky that could not be seen to the end.
General Xue made a rough count and was so frightened that his legs and feet became weak and he almost fell off his one-horned horse.
More than ten thousand!
He never dreamed that the spiritual leader, who was once known as the pinnacle of worldly combat power and could dominate the world, would one day appear on the battlefield with a unit of "ten thousand".
Ten thousand spiritual masters versus a dozen spiritual masters, the outcome of this battle is obvious.
During the fight, Master Ran keenly discovered that there was still a big difference between these tens of thousands of spiritual masters and ordinary cultivators.
Each one of them has a dull expression and dull eyes. Although they have a physical body and cultivation level of a spiritual master, they can only display a superficial spiritual skill, and their combat method is monotonous, and there is no skill at all.
puppet?
After fighting for a moment, such an idea appeared in his mind unconsciously.
As the saying goes, the elephant killed by many ants is killed.
Although the individual combat power of these ten thousand people is far inferior to that of a top spiritual master like him, they are superior in numbers. Under the control of the waves of strange ringing sounds, the attack routine is also orderly, with a measured advance and retreat.
The combat power of the two sides was already as different as clouds and mud. In addition, there were elders of the "Dark Temple" like Ye Zhenke among them, who would make sneak attacks from time to time. The powerful Lingzuns on Daqian's side were immediately overwhelmed. Beaten to pieces, beaten to death, and run away.
However, in just a short moment, only the four masters were left beside General Xue, and each of them was more or less injured.
Among the missing spiritual masters, there was also the old general’s favorite son, Xue Pingxi, the “Dragon-Breaking Sword”.
"The overall situation is the most important thing!" A trace of imperceptible pain flashed in Old General Xue's eyes, and he said decisively, "That brat... let him seek happiness for himself!"
The few remaining Dagan soldiers received the order and quickly began to retreat, trying to escape from the battlefield as quickly as possible.
Master Ning and Master Ran jumped to high altitude at the same time, blocking the nearly ten thousand spirit masters who were chasing them.
"As expected, everyone in the 'Wen Dao Academy' is full of dead-headed people."
A white figure slowly walked out from among the Ten Thousand Spirit Lords and hung in the sky. His eyes were full of cruelty and cruelty, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth. After all, how stupid! How ridiculous!"
This person is surprisingly the elder of the "Dark Temple" Ye Chenke, who had a battle with Master Ran not long ago.
"Risk, what kind of risk?" Old Master Ning chuckled, "You idiots can kill you with just one hand, how dare you let me take the risk?"
"What a great skill!" Ye Zhongke seemed to be struck by the punchline, shaking all over, with a weird smile in his mouth, "I want to see how you, Mr. Ning, can destroy this thing with one hand.
Wanlingzun! Enter!"
Following his loud shout, the strange ringing echoed across the battlefield again. Tens of thousands of spirit masters with dull expressions heard the sound, and like wasps that had been stabbed in their nest, they rushed towards the two masters one after another.
"A mountain of books and a sea of learning!"
There was no fear on Old Master Ning's face, he put his hands together with a "snap", and countless books shining with white light suddenly appeared around him.
The pages of each book were flipping "swish", and the dazzling light bursting out from it instantly illuminated the entire sky, covering all the dozens of puppet spirits rushing at the front.
In the meantime.
"Taohua Three Thousand!"
Master Ran on the other side was not willing to lag behind. With a soft drink from his mouth, clones that were exactly like him suddenly appeared one after another and sped away in all directions.
These clones flashed and moved in the air, moving vertically and horizontally, with extremely fast movements that dazzled people.
Soon, the clones and the real person were mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish the true from the false.
And every clone was striving forward with unparalleled bravery. When he caught the puppet spirit master, he punched and kicked him. However, in just a few dozen breaths, more than twenty puppet spirit masters were easily killed by him.
Falling from high altitude.
The two masters from the academy seemed determined to defeat the multitude with a small number and forcefully defeat Wanling Zun.
"Tch, you stubborn old thing!" Ye Tongke frowned, and the ferocious look in his eyes became more intense, "You want to protect those worldly ants? I won't let you do it, puppet master!"
"You are really difficult to maintain!"
An extremely harsh voice came from nowhere, "Children, it's time to work!"
A ringing sound floated high in the sky again.
Among the puppet spirits who were originally gathered in one place, dozens of them suddenly separated and nimbly bypassed the location of the two academy masters and headed straight for Daqian's army.
not good!
The expressions of the two masters changed at the same time. When they were about to stop him, they were trapped by the puppet spirits around them and could not distract him at all.
"General Xue, you go first!"
Seeing the pursuers coming from behind, Xing Potian hesitated for a moment and finally said, "Leave this place to Xing!"
After saying that, he patted his spirit bird companion Po Xie beside him, and the silhouettes of one person and one gryphon rose from the ground at the same time, turning into two rays of light and leaping into the air, blocking the dozens of chasing spirit masters.
"If I am unfortunately killed, Ban De will take over as the sect leader!"
Before rushing towards the enemy, Xing Potian sunk into his Dantian and shouted to the disciples of the Huan Beast Sect in the army, "Poxie, let's have a good fight today!"
He is known as "Xiqi's No. 1 Spiritual Master", and his strength is naturally quite good, but after all, he is just a secular spiritual master. Facing dozens of opponents of the same level, he could not survive a few moves, but received countless blows on his chest and back.
The martial arts of fists and feet soon became unable to hold up, and both Po Xie and Po Xie fell into the air, hitting the ground with a loud "bang".
Seeing that their opponents were seriously injured, these puppet spirit masters rushed to the ground one after another, attacking Xing Potian with countless spiritual skills from all directions, showing no mercy at all.
Bande, I’ll leave the Huan Beast Sect to you next!
Xing Potian, who knew he was unlucky, smiled bitterly, slowly closed his eyes, and quietly waited for the end of his life.
At this moment, a terrifying sword energy with sharp and horizontal speed came from a high altitude in the distance, and with the force of a meteor chasing the moon, it slashed at the puppet spirits who were rushing at the front.
Wherever the sword energy passed, a deafening sound broke out, like a flying divine light, purple lightning thunder, and easily cut the three puppet spirits in the front row into two pieces at the same time. Then, the remaining power was not reduced, and they continued to move forward.
It hit the ground hard, causing sand to fly everywhere, dust to fly, and gray smoke everywhere.
"Huh?"
As if he didn't expect that the other side would have reinforcements, Ye Zhongke turned his eyes and landed in the direction of the sword light.