"Old thief Xuanqing, I will fight you until death!"
Taoist Tianyu, whose mind was full of anger, was on the verge of exploding after a series of stimulations. Seeing Xuan Qing looking at him with disdain, the calmness in his chest could no longer be suppressed, and he used his body skills to suddenly disappear.
I saw two thunderbolts intertwining and colliding with each other in the distant sky. The white electric light pulled out a long tail in the sky, accompanied by the roar of thunder, tearing apart the thick black clouds.
The two golden elixir masters with one punch and one city stayed away, and the melee outside the Wuji Sect's formation immediately began. Those Qi Refining and Foundation Building monks who were aloof in the eyes of mortals were relieved at this moment.
King against king, against general.
The foundation-building monks of Ziyun Sect focused on Mo Jiuxuan and wanted to surround and kill him. Minglang Lianyue and others immediately stepped forward to help.
Daluo Tianyin is a large-area destructive spell. When attacking, it does not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
At this moment, in the melee, Wuji Sect disciples and Ziyun Sect disciples were intertwined, making it difficult to use.
However, with his strength at the twelfth level of foundation building, he is already at the top level in the current war, and with the help of Niu Ba from Niujiazhai, it is not difficult to kill the foundation building monks of Ziyun Sect.
The disciples, full of fighting spirit, followed their respective senior brothers to charge forward.
"Is the Wuji Sect crazy? Isn't it good to hide in the formation? Why do you want to come out?"
"With a mere five hundred people fighting against thousands of people, Taoist Master Xuanqing is really very ambitious. Isn't he afraid that all his disciples will die, and that he will be the only commander in the entire sect?"
"Although Mo Jiuxuan killed two Ziyun Sect elders, the Ziyun Sect is still powerful. How could they dare to rush out?"
The other sect elders and disciples who were watching the battle from a distance were puzzled. They felt that Taoist Xuanqing chose to lead his disciples to leave the formation and confront Ziyun Sect. Isn't this what Taoist Tianyu wanted?
It's simply an act of seeking death.
The people of Ziyun Sect are even more happy.
The Xuanwu Formation is indeed very strong, but apart from the formation, both sides have a higher number of people and overall strength, with Ziyun Sect being the higher one.
"Oh, Wuji Sect is so brave!"
"Finally we can attack head-on. We don't have to be so cowardly and resigned anymore."
The dozen or so foundation-building monks were overjoyed and immediately besieged the Wuji Sect's foundation-building monks with their numerical superiority.
As for the disciples...
Under the leadership of senior brother Mu Lei, the disciples of Qingguang Peak, with 200 people, committed suicide and charged towards Ziyun Sect's left wing, which had 1,500 people.
If you don't eat the fat meat delivered to your door, you won't eat it for free.
These 1,500 people immediately raised their flying swords, and suddenly the sky was filled with sword shadows, like a school of fish in the sea, and there was a daunting momentum from a distance.
Mu Lei's pupils shrank and he looked back. Several of his junior brothers looked excited, full of hope for the battle before them.
Although the subsequent named disciples were very powerful, they were inevitably uneasy because of the huge difference in their numbers.
Each of them just remained silent, staring closely at the opponent's sword formation, almost facing the opponent with a mentality of looking forward to death.
When the huge sword formation and the two hundred people rising into the sky were about to collide, Mu Lei suddenly burst out with strength that was not in the Qi refining stage.
The aura of the human-level foundation-building monk was fully activated, and subtle blue lightning began to wander around his body.
He squinted his eyes, his blue robe billowing, made seals with his hands, and softly shouted, "Heavenly Thunder Wonderful Technique."
Blue lightning suddenly erupted, condensing countless jumping electric lights in the air, and faced the sword formation unleashed by 1,500 disciples, crashing forward.
After a brief confrontation between the thunder light and the sword formation, the sword formation suddenly collapsed. Countless Ziyun Sect disciples who were wielding swords were injured. Blood spurted from their mouths and their faces turned pale.
"Elder Foundation Establishment?"
"The Wuji Sect is so despicable. They actually sent the Foundation Establishment Elder to infiltrate the ranks of disciples and plot against us?"
"By the way, when did the Wuji Sect gain another foundation-building elder?"
As he spoke, three more extremely powerful foundation-building auras burst out. Danling Peak Wu Zhiyuan, Supreme Peak Qiuyue, and Law Enforcement Hall Tian Yi led their respective juniors to perform spells.
With their cultivation in the foundation building stage, like a lion leading a pack of wolves, they easily penetrated the formation of Ziyun Sect's disciples and killed them all.
The Ziyun Sect's foundation-building elders who were fighting with Mo Jiuxuan and others were all shocked when the momentum of the three foundation-building waves erupted. The battle between the elders who originally occupied the upper peak suddenly turned into a battle in terms of strength and numbers.
draw.
All advantages are gone.
Several elders were going to help the disciples, and Taoist Master Ming Lang shouted, "Hey, the things here haven't been finished yet. Where are you going in such a hurry?"
With a flick of his wrist, a ball of green gas exploded in the air, forming a green cloud.
An elder had no time to escape and was shrouded in fog.
The figure first let out a violent cough, then pinched his neck with both hands and struggled to dig something out of his throat. His face turned golden-purple, and he was obviously poisoned.
Not long after, the man fell down from the green mist and lost his breath.
"This fog is highly toxic, everyone, be careful!"
An elder of the Ziyun Sect shouted, and the others immediately cheered up and quickly dodged, fearing that they would hit Taoist Master Ming Lang.
Chen Sang stabbed a disciple to death with lightning speed. Behind him, Yu Tianhua kicked the man over and shouted, "Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, please be merciful and let me chop a few of them with my own hands, okay?"
The mentality of the two hundred disciples behind him had already changed from anxious to relaxed and contented.
Four months before the war, Mo Jiuxuan distributed the Heavenly Grade Body Tempering Pills to all the disciples who remained in the sect.
The effect of the body tempering pill is remarkable, and every disciple feels that their talent has been improved. Even ordinary disciples suddenly have enlightenment, and their cultivation speed is much faster, and they can even compare with the geniuses of other sects.
Now, this battle is a great opportunity to perfect one's mind. All Wuji Sect disciples have become brave enough to be first, looking at the large crowd like leeks, for fear that if they slow down, they will lose the opportunity to take action.
Mo Jiuxuan used the Wuji secret method to trap the elder of the Ziyun Sect opposite him. A flash of sword light flashed in the sky, and the elder died and disappeared.
Niu Ba's broadsword was cold and not stained with a trace of blood on its surface.
"Haha, I'm so happy! But having said that, Brother Mo, are all your human monks so weak?"
Mo Jiuxuan gave him a look, "Brother Niu is in his prime and has unparalleled fighting power. The three elders over there will be left to you."
Niu Ba looked around and saw that the three foundation-building elders of Ziyun Sect were all at the twelfth level, using their magic to suppress the five elders of Wuji Sect.
Seeing their hair dancing wildly with such momentum, Niu Ba laughed loudly, "What's so difficult about this? Just leave it to me."
Drag the sword and rush over to join the battle group.
The sword was swung down, and the white sword light was overwhelming Mount Tai, but a monk glanced at him with cold eyes. Even Niu Ba felt tremendous pressure with his cold eyes.
"Go away!"
The monk waved his sleeve, and the white sword light instantly disintegrated, and a brute force knocked Niu Ba away.
Niu Ba finally managed to steady himself and took a closer look at the elder, only to realize that this person was Teng Feng, whose magic weapon had been robbed by Mo Jiuxuan.
"It's strange. Wasn't this guy beaten to pieces by Mo Jiuxuan just now? How come he didn't pay attention for a long time and then got angry again?"
He took two deep breaths to concentrate on himself and at the same time increase his momentum.
The sword power was rising steadily, and Niu Ba's whole body became like an unsheathed sword, sharp and dignified.
"Let me try to test how much you weigh?"
Teng Feng was defeated at the hands of Mo Jiuxuan and lost his spiritual treasure. He was so angry that he wanted to tear the Wuji Sect alive, and fired out powerful spells one after another as if they were free of charge.
The four elders of the Wuji Sect resisted together, but were beaten back and fell into danger.
At this moment, he felt that he was locked by a powerful sword intention. When he turned around, he found a strong man holding a heavy sword in both hands and slowly raising it.
Elder Teng Feng, who was fighting happily, raised the corner of his mouth and used a powerful spell to repel the four people in front of him, and then stared at the knife-wielding Niu Ba.
"Baby, if you dare to attack me, I will kill you!"
He formed a seal with one hand, muttered words in his mouth, and a pure energy stabbed Niu Ba like a sharp blade.
"Hey, die for me!"
Niu Ba did not dodge or evade, and swung his sword to strike several feet of sword energy.
The two forces collided, and the sword energy was annihilated again. Niu Ba's eyes widened as he was once again thrown away by the sweeping force.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Brother Mo supporting his right arm with his left hand, touching his chin with his right hand, smiling at the corner of his mouth, looking like he was watching the fun.
The tumbling Niu Ba stretched out a hand to Mo Jiuxuan with difficulty, "Brother Mo, save me!"
"The human monks are so weak, Brother Niu still needs my help?"
"This guy is so powerful, I am no match for him."
Niu Ba yelled, "If you don't come, I will take action. Don't say I didn't warn you then."
You are cruel!
The human form has a great influence on Niu Ba, making him unable to attack with all his strength.
But if it were changed back to the demon form, so many sect disciples watching the battle would see... Oh, the Wuji Sect has colluded with the demon clan, everyone, go ahead and destroy this sect that has no connection with the demon clan.
Then let’s play Dafa!
Golden light burst out from the soles of Mo Jiuxuan's feet, and he formed three formations in a row. He stood in front of Teng Feng, but Niu Ba had been moved to another place by him.
Tengfeng's skin was sore.
This kid is not good at fighting, but he still can't beat him. The curly and burnt hair on the right side of his head is proof of this.
He retreated violently.
Mo Jiuxuan stepped forward.
"Mo Jiuxuan, there are so many people, why are you staring at me alone?"
Teng Feng, who was retreating frantically, simply collapsed. Mo Jiuxuan did not save anyone, but focused on himself, constantly harassing him with the moves in Wuji Secret Technique.
"Tengfeng, what's your idea? Do you think I don't know it?"
Mo Jiuxuan waved his hand and threw out a blue spiritual bullet, quickly and urgently, and kept saying, "Don't think that Old Dao Tianyu will be victorious just because he has a spiritual treasure on his body. The magic weapon on our old sect leader's body is much more powerful than you think!"
I advise you to think about it and find a feng shui treasured place to bury yourself, which will save me the trouble."
"You brat, you have such a crazy tone, I will fight you!"
Amidst Tengfeng's violent shouts, a shocking momentum suddenly rose up, like a mountain.
Mo Jiuxuan looked around and found that the two of them had left the melee battlefield. There were no Wuji Sect disciples within a radius of three miles.
He showed a harmless smile and pushed it with one hand, "Daluo Tianyin·Nine Saints."