There are 100,000 high-level monks in Yanhuang City. This time, Nu Zhaojun only mobilized 19,000 high-level monks. This rare opportunity to rely on the strong to bully the weak, killing people and seizing treasures, all the monks responded to.
"The way of heaven is dead, the way of wonderful things is coming, kill people and seize treasures, everyone will get rich! The target is Weishui City, let's set off!"
The rabble has its own way of controlling the rabble. After the female Zhaojun let out a long roar that could be heard for hundreds of miles, she immediately flew up and flew away with a ball of ghost flames. The monks also roared one after another, as if they were hungry and thirsty.
Like wild beasts, they followed behind Nv Zhaojun and flew toward the Weishui City in overwhelming numbers.
"What is this all about?"
Fahai shook his head for a while, then thought about the Feitian Jue, and led four women and twelve protectors to chase Nv Zhaojun.
After flying and stopping all the way, it was several days before the army of monks arrived outside Weishui City.
At this time, the number of monks in the army was less than 8,000. The two thousand monks who were separated were either because they were too slow to keep up with the army, or they went to plunder the villages outside Weishui City along the way.
Nv Zhaojun didn't care about this, because in Buzhou, this kind of thing was normal.
Fahai didn't care either. He wished that these monks would plunder and destroy the villages outside Weishui City. Only after experiencing the terror of the monks would the people of these villages in the future be more sympathetic to the concept of the prohibition of all laws and the harmony of the world.
Naturally, the mighty Yanhuang City army could not hide it from the monks in Weishui City. When the army arrived thousands of miles outside the city, they found that the magic weapons in the distance ahead were shining all over the sky. Tens of thousands of monks in the sky and underground were already waiting in formation. They were so densely packed and overwhelming that they could not be seen at a glance.
The end.
Just as Nu Zhaojun and Fahai and the others were pressing down in the air, a white-bearded and white-browed monk in Taoist robes flew towards the opposite side with a sword. The white-browed monk stopped a few miles away and stood in front of the flying sword.
Looking at Nu Zhaojun and others from a distance, he rebuked them loudly and with righteous words.
"Female Zhaojun, you are the Lord of Yanhuang City, one of the Four Great Cities, and you are the backbone of the human race in the Northern Territory against the ghost tribe. Now you don't think about how to fight against the ghost tribe. Instead, you are trying to dominate the Northern Territory in the name of spreading indifferent evil ways.
, since you have forced us to a dead end, we will never surrender, you..."
“Lots of nonsense!”
Before the white-browed monk finished speaking, Fahai saw a cold light flash in the eyes of the female Zhaojun beside him, and a faint blue light suddenly passed by. Amidst the blood and shadows, the white-browed monk's head was already in a different place, and the two parts of his body were in different places.
The flying swords under his feet all fell into the air.
Nv Zhaojun made a casual move, and the faint blue light flew back to her hand, but it was a seventh-grade magic sword wreathed in ghost flames.
Nv Zhaojun held the magic knife in her hand, pointed forward far away, and her hoarse and cold voice seemed to reach the sky.
"Everyone has seen that the enemies are just a bunch of mobs. In order to prevent the magic weapons and pills on their bodies from escaping, everyone will follow me to kill and seize treasures. The more you kill, the more you get!"
In one blow, Nu Zhaojun killed an eighth-grade early-stage monk and obtained a ninth-grade flying sword. This greatly stimulated the monks in Yanhuang City. After hearing Nu Zhaojun's order, they all immediately showed off their magical powers.
, smelling the smell of meat, the pack howled like wolves and pounced on the tens of thousands of troops on the opposite side.
Thousands versus tens of thousands, the smaller ones took the initiative to attack and besiege. This could only happen in the battles of monks.
The monks sent by our side were beheaded in one move. Under the shadow of Nu Zhaojun's reputation, tens of thousands of the opponent's tens of thousands of monks sneaked away in an instant.
"Three Swords of Yanhuang, take care of Sister Chun Ji, Black and White Shuangsha, and Qijue of Netherworld for me. Let's go help the city lord!"
As soon as Fang arrived at Weishui City, Fahai realized that someone seemed to be peeping at him secretly. However, he was not in a hurry to alarm the other person, but chose to put on a true performance to confuse them.
From a distance, he saw that the leading female Zhaojun was surrounded by the opponent's backbone, seven or eight late-level eighth-grade monks with their magical weapons. Fahai suddenly let out a long roar, waved the Autumn Water Sword in his hand, and charged forward with the nine masters behind him.
passed.
"The sword is moving, thunder and lightning are blowing, and the wind is roaring!"
With a long groan, the Qiu Shui Sword in Fa Hai's hand was drawn out, and a sword light of a hundred feet was swept towards a monk who was besieging the female Zhao Jun.
"Duh!"
The monk was commanding the flying sword to besiege the female Zhaojun when he suddenly saw Fahai's sword light coming towards him. He quickly pinched the magic formula and commanded the flying sword to turn around and face Fahai.
"The sword is clear when it is gone, and the wind after the rain sends the dawn smoke away!"
Seeing the flying sword flying towards him, Fa Hai followed the trend and made a move around him. His sword light suddenly shrank, and the Qiu Shui Sword in his hand started to fight with the opponent's flying sword very nimbly.
"The sword is strong, the sky is broad and the wind has stopped, and the snow is falling!"
Fahai doesn't wield a sword, and his sword movements are even more chaotic, but each sword seems to be integrated into bursts of poetry, giving people a strong sense of rhythm.
The martial arts battle was evenly matched, and they did not fall behind in the slightest.
However, defeating your opponent does not happen overnight.
Fa Hai was fighting San Lily with the other monks. The Black and White Shuangsha and Netherworld Qijue who followed him were not in such a good mood. They used their methods to cooperate with the female Zhao Jun, and they killed or captured the three hundred and five demons in three strikes.
Several late eighth-grade monks, and then nine pairs of eyes as fierce as mad dogs stared at the sword cultivator who was fighting Fa Hai.
When the sword cultivator saw this, he suddenly felt flustered and wanted to quickly put away his sword to defend himself. At this moment, he heard another long and sad groan from Fa Hai.
"The sword leaves me sad, and the riverside sheds tears in memory of Concubine Xiang!"
With a long chant, Qiushui Sword turned into a ray of green light and flew around the opponent's sword. When the opponent was flustered, the sword penetrated the monk's heart.
"It turns out you know how to wield a sword..."
The unlucky monk stared blankly at Fa Hai, looked up to the sky and died with hatred.
"Nonsense, I am an eighth-grade monk, so how can I not know how to control a sword?"
Fahai took back his flying sword, shook off the blood stains on the sword, shook out a few sword flowers, and then returned the sword leisurely to its sheath.
"Military advisor, good sword, good poem!"
Nv Zhaojun flew to Fahai's side, patted Fahai on the shoulder, dodged, and flew away again. Wherever the sword started, blood splashed everywhere, killing all the monks from all over the world.
"Good sword, good poem, but still so cheap and wet..."
Although he felt that Nu Zhaojun's tone was somewhat teasing, Fahai didn't take it to heart at all. He followed closely behind Nu Zhaojun and walked with his sword, bleeding all the way.
A rabble is a rabble. With the concerted efforts of Nu Zhaojun, Fa Hai and the nine guardians, the casualties of the other monks doubled. After a fight, they all dispersed like birds and beasts.
"City Lord, let your men chase you. We can enter the city."
After a long fight, Fa Hai's body was still spotless, his silver clothes were fluttering, and he was wielding a sword in the air, showing a master's style.
"Okay, these people are just appetizers. The three great cities behind them are the main course. Let's go, everyone, follow me into the city!"
Hearing this, the female Zhaojun nodded slightly, swung her cloak, and led the crowd straight to the city lord's mansion.
"It doesn't matter whether it's side dishes, main dishes, or believers, what I really want is my willpower..."
Looking at the back of Nv Zhaojun as she hurried away, the corner of Fahai's mouth curled up slightly, "You... are just a sharp knife in my hand!" (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster. !)