"Brother, it's useless if you try to drive us away this time!"
The little fat man laughed.
At this time, Little Fatty, Shi Jian, and Leng Rou had all rushed into the battlefield and were heavily surrounded. Unless they killed all the desperadoes in front of them, it would be impossible to escape even if they wanted to.
Although Little Fatty, Leng Rou, and Shi Jian were six-line foundation builders, their strength was similar to that of the surrounding desperadoes.
Even Little Fatty and Leng Rou had just stepped into the Six Meridians Foundation Building, and their foundations were unstable, and they were not as powerful as other Six Meridians Foundation Building monks.
As soon as the three of them rushed into the battlefield, they were trapped.
Fortunately, Ji Chengtian is a seven-line foundation builder, and relies on the agility of the Misty Wings to shuttle on the battlefield and use his superb sword control skills to help the three of them resolve several crises.
The four of them gradually came together.
Ji Chengtian wanted to break out of the siege several times to help Su Zimo, but as long as he was distracted for a moment, Shi Jian and the others would immediately fall into danger.
Being frantically besieged by hundreds of desperadoes, unless you are in it, you will never be able to experience the horror!
Attacks like violent wind and rain came from all directions, continuously.
"This Ji Chengtian has just stepped into the Seven Meridians Foundation Building, and he has not yet been able to display the true strength of the Seven Meridians Foundation Building. After all, he is a little weaker."
"Yes, the ants will bite the elephant to death. The return of these four people will not have much impact on the situation of the battle. It is just the difference between dying early or dying late."
Many monks were talking about it.
Although the four men from Ji Chengtian came back and entered the battlefield, which added a little bit of uncertainty to the battle situation, no one was still optimistic about them.
After all, there are too few people on Su Zimo’s side!
But as time went by, the eyes of everyone looking at Ji Chengtian and others gradually changed.
Ji Chengtian, Leng Rou, Little Fatty, and Shi Jian gathered together to form a triangle formation.
Ji Chengtian is the strongest among them.
As a talisman maker, Leng Rou has seemingly endless talismans in her storage bag, and their power is not small. There are endless talismans for defense, attack, and auxiliary types. They are powerful and act as another character.
Little Fatty and Shi Jian join forces as the last character.
This triangle formation is extremely stable and indestructible. It has no obvious weaknesses and can be constantly changed. The four people cooperated so well that they actually managed to survive the impact of hundreds of desperadoes!
On the contrary, around the four people, desperadoes continued to be injured and died.
You know, Su Zimo took them all the way from the edge of the ancient battlefield to here. They encountered too many dangers and too many battles.
Traveling all the way, fighting all the way.
This formation is so familiar to them!
"Go over there and kill those four people!"
Chai Ru commanded quickly.
Soon, only Chai Lu and Hu Meng were left in front of Su Zimo.
The appearance of Ji Chengtian and four others successfully took the pressure off Su Zimo and attracted the remaining desperadoes!
Until this time, the situation where the four major cavalry bandits had a solid chance of winning finally changed.
The outcome of this battle began to become confusing.
In other words, even if the four major cavalry bandits win in the end, it will definitely be a tragic victory and they will completely lose the ability to compete with other forces for the remains of the Danchi Sect!
Hu Meng stood on the long street, looking at Su Zimo who had completely turned into a bloody man, a deep shock flashed across his eyes.
He really couldn't imagine how someone with so many wounds could survive until now.
If he were in a different place, I'm afraid he would have collapsed and his body and head would be in a different place.
"Su Zimo, you are at the end of your rope now. You have at least thirty wounds on your body. You will bleed to death. Stop holding on!"
Chai Ru's voice was cold and his eyes were fixed on Su Zimo.
As long as Su Zimo shows a slight flaw, Chai Lu will definitely take action and deliver a fatal blow!
But Chai Ru was disappointed.
Su Zimo's expression was still calm, and there was no trace of fatigue on that delicate face, but his face was much paler than before.
The fighting spirit in those eyes became hotter and hotter, and they were still shining with excitement!
Chai Ru was a little weak.
"You four great cavalry bandits...are removed from your ranks today!"
Su Zimo grinned, with murderous intent.
Zhengzhengzheng!
The blood-tempered sword trembled and roared, and the sound of golden swords echoed everywhere.
Su Zimo looked up to the sky and screamed, stepped forward, swung the huge blade, opened and closed it, and enveloped Chai Lu and Hu Meng. The momentum was overwhelming, and he didn't look like a seriously injured person!
when! when!
The blood-tempered knife collided with the one-legged bronze man and the long knife, sparks flew out, and a continuous harsh sound erupted, which was still clear under the rolling thunder.
Chai Ru and Hu Meng were shocked and took half a step back.
Since the two sides have fought, this is the first time the two have retreated!
"Come again!"
Su Zimo laughed, stepped forward, and with a roar, a huge ravine appeared on the ground, and the soil and bluestones on both sides surged.
The blood-tempered knife drew an arc in mid-air, and the blood glow skyrocketed and landed on the heads of the two men.
Chai Ru and Hu Meng had no choice but to fight hard again!
Kick, kick, kick!
The two retreated again, their faces pale.
Chai Ru and Hu Meng suddenly felt a layer of gloom in their hearts.
…
There was too much movement in this battle.
More and more monks rushed here, even alarming several top forces in Xuantian City.
Descendants from the Puppet Sect and Qianhe Sect came one after another. Looking at the tragic battlefield on the long street, they were slightly moved.
East of Xuantian City.
A man in rich clothes stood in front of the mansion, with his hands behind his hands, his head raised, squinting at the sky, his eyes as clear as glass.
"Senior Brother Pei!"
A monk from the Liuli Palace came galloping in the rain, came to stand in front of the man in rich clothes, cupped his hands and said, "The four major cavalry bandits have returned, and a battle broke out in the long street... The winner is still undecided!"
The man in rich clothes was absent-minded, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if he didn't hear anything.
"Um?"
After a while, the man in the rich attire changed his expression, slowly lowered his head, looked at the Liuli Palace monk in front of him, frowned and asked: "The winner is still undecided?"
"yes."
The Liulicong monk nodded and said: "Lang Tan, one of the four great cavalry bandits, was shot dead by Su Zimo immediately. This man has a perfect spiritual weapon in his hand and is extremely powerful in close combat."
"Later, four more people came back to help Su Zimo enter the battlefield. Until now, the situation of the battle is not clear yet. Su Zimo is fighting with Chai Li and Hu Meng, the two seven-line foundation builders. They are indistinguishable."
"Five people have survived until now despite the siege of more than a thousand desperadoes?"
"Fighting with two Seven Meridians Foundation Builders, no matter how good they are?"
"Interesting, interesting."
The man in rich clothes lowered his head, looked at his slender jade-like fingers, and murmured softly.
After a moment, the man in fine clothes flashed his eyes, as if he had made some decision, and suddenly said: "Call some people and come with me to take a look."
"As you command!"
At the same time, in a palace in the west of the city.
A Disha Cult monk walked quickly, knelt down in front of a black-robed monk, lowered his head and said: "For the devil, a bloody battle broke out in the long street. The four major cavalry bandits suffered heavy losses. Su Zimo has not yet fallen, and the battle is still going on. It continues, and the ending is unpredictable!”
"Um?"
The black-robed monk suddenly opened his eyes, and the evil aura on his body disappeared in a flash. He narrowed his eyes and said, "You can actually hold on until now?"
After pondering for a while, the black-robed monk stood up, holding the bone gun in front of him, and said coldly: "Let's go and take a look."
The bloody battle on the long street shocked the entire Xuantian City!