In just a moment, Wang Changkun and his six companions had arrived. Seeing the "Falling Sand Beast" being smashed away by an opponent's cultivator, Wang Changkun couldn't help but show a cold look in his eyes.
If his "Falling Sand Beast" was an adult, it should have been the opponent's magic weapon that was ejected. At the same time, he also felt the pain and anger transmitted by the "Falling Sand Beast" in his mind.
Wang Changkun raised his hands, quickly made a hand gesture, and then shouted "Go!". The other two "Falling Sand Beasts" also turned around and pounced towards Yan Feijun.
Yan Feijun was still a little dazed at this moment. Although he had not used his full strength just now, that was his own magic weapon. How could he not be able to kill even a first-level monster
At this moment, he heard the low shouts of Bai Rou and Hu Xiaowang at the same time.
"Brother Yan, be careful."
"Junior Brother Yan, be careful!"
Under the influence of Wang Changkun's spell, the other two "Falling Sand Beasts" were one step ahead of everyone else and rushed towards Yan Feijun from the side with a whistling sound.
Although Bai Rou and Hu Xiaowang did not know what specific magical powers the "Yunsha Beast" had, they knew that this monster must have something to rely on to attack with its body directly.
Moreover, they had just seen with their own eyes that Yan Feijun's attack did not do anything to the monster. Instead, it made the monster retreat in the air and then become unusually active. This shows the amazing defense of the monster.
These three "Falling Sand Beasts" were already outside their formation, so they were only a few feet away from Yan Feijun. From the moment Yan Feijun attacked to the moment his opponent cast a spell, everything happened in an instant.
Bai Rou and Hu Xiaowang were stunned for just a moment. It was too late for them to go back to support Yan Feijun. Moreover, their target just now was Wang Changkun himself.
However, Yan Feijun was a fake elixir cultivator after all, and his reaction was quick. In a flash, the purple ring had returned to his body in the blink of an eye. But at this moment it was too late for him to cast a spell to protect his whole body, but he had no problem defending one side.
He then pushed the purple ring with one hand to block the right side, and spun his body again to face the other two "Falling Sand Beasts" that were flying towards him.
The two "Yan Feijun's Sand Beasts" quickly enlarged in Yan Feijun's eyes, but the attack posture of the two "Yan Feijun" made Yan Feijun hesitate for a moment, because the "Yan Feijun" did not use its tubular beak to stab into his body, but flew towards him with its body turned sideways.
Originally, Yan Feijun used the purple ring to defend against one out of instinct after being attacked.
He could still turn around and avoid the other two, but at the same time, Bai Rou and Hu Xiaowang's reminders rang in his ears. While he was hesitating, he actually raised his arms.
He raised his palm blade and slashed forward. He was unhappy that he had not been able to kill the "Falling Sand Beast" with his previous blow, and suddenly wanted to kill the monster with one blow.
Yan Feijun was not a reckless person actually. Moreover, he had used 80% of his strength in this palm strike. Normally, even if it was a second-level monster, with his fake elixir cultivation level, it would be seriously injured if not killed after being hit by this palm strike.
All this happened in an instant. Yan Feijun collided with a "Falling Sand Beast" in an instant. Then everyone heard Yan Feijun let out a cry of pain that went deep into his bones, and a dazzling purple light burst out from his side.
The purple light was produced by the collision between the "Falling Sand Beast" on the other side and Yan Feijun's magic weapon. At the same time, another ochre-colored light passed by Yan Feijun and flew to the side.
Yan Feijun was already retreating rapidly. In the midst of his busy schedule, he barely avoided the attack of the last "Falling Sand Beast" and staggered to the side of Bai Rou and the others.
At this time, Yan Feijun's left arm had completely disappeared from the wrist forward, and a large amount of blood was spurting out. Yan Feijun's face was pale, and his lips were trembling in pain. He didn't even have time to recall his life-saving magic weapon.
As soon as his body stopped, his right hand tapped his left wrist repeatedly, which made the blood that was spurting like an arrow slowly turn into drips.
"This... this monster's flesh... its flesh is strong." At this time, Sun Guoshu's voice rang out. In fact, he didn't need to say it. Who else here didn't know
"Hehe, the cultivators from the Desolate Moon Continent are nothing special. They have fought their way here from the South China Sea, but they are all so vulnerable."
At this time, Wang Changkun's mocking voice rang out in the dim forest. The five people behind him also let out low laughter, which was full of mockery and contempt.
After hearing this, Yan Feijun's eyes suddenly became fierce. He was careless just now. If he had known that the opponent's monster's body was so strong, he would have simply avoided a head-on confrontation with it.
But at this time, Bai Rou's voice rang in Yan Feijun's mind, "Brother Yan, can you continue to cast spells and hold back the other five cultivators with Brother Sun?"
Bai Rou was even more anxious at this time. The six opponents were walking towards her with laughter. Calculating the time, Li Yan had been gone for about thirty breaths.
If Yan Feijun could no longer cast spells, then they would have no choice but to take Yan Feijun with them and chase in the direction Li Yan fled while fighting.
After being ridiculed by the other party, Yan Feijun was about to step forward and fight Wang Changkun again, but after listening to Bai Rou's words, he gave up the idea.
He had been in the Ninth Team for quite some time and had long known the importance of cooperation within a team. If he insisted on acting on his own, the result would most likely be his side's failure and death, or a miserable victory, neither of which was what he wanted.
As long as the cultivator's body is not too seriously injured, especially the internal organs, such as broken limbs, he can basically continue to fight, but the injury will reduce the speed and adaptability of casting spells. Yan Feijun stared at Wang Changkun, who was mocking him, then shook his head slightly and sent a voice message to Bai Rou, "We will act according to the plan!"
Bai Rou felt reluctant when she saw this, but she no longer hesitated. Although she had seen many deaths and injuries during this period of time, she still couldn't look at it directly.
Wang Changkun saw that the other four people turned a deaf ear to what he said. He originally wanted to share the pleasure brought by the enemy's fear with the five people behind him, but the other party ignored him, which made him immediately angry.
In fact, it is not just Wang Changkun. As long as they are cultivators who came down from the meteorite, they all have a natural jealousy towards the cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent in their hearts.
These people have very poor cultivation skills, but they still have so many resources for cultivating immortals, and they don’t have to worry about being carried away by strong winds or meteorites every day.
People like me have lived in that dark place since we were born. Life is like a grain of sand. We don’t know where it will be blown to or scattered at any time.
Therefore, whenever they attacked the cultivators of the Wild Moon Continent, they would always kill them, or even brutally massacre them, in exchange for a little pleasure and balance in their hearts.
Wang Changkun's face just turned cold, and he was about to order the other party to be killed, but suddenly he saw the four of them counterattacked them without warning.
This scene made Wang Changkun and the five people behind him feel even more angry. It was obvious that the other party wanted to kill them in one fell swoop. How could they be afraid at all? The suffering they had suffered did not leave any shadow in their hearts at all.
In an instant, under the deliberate control of both sides, they were immediately divided into two battle groups.
Yan Feijun made a hand gesture with one hand, and the purple ring spun around, trapping the five people behind Wang Changkun within a radius of more than ten feet. Sun Guoshu was assisting in the attack from outside.
On the other side, Wang Changkun, with a pale face, went straight to face Bai Rou and Hu Xiaowang alone. For a while, there were continuous explosions.
The fight quickly lasted another forty or fifty breaths. Bai Rou and the others became more and more anxious. They didn't know what was happening to Li Yan. If Li Yan was caught up by the opponent, he would not be able to hold on for long even with the protection of Uncle Master Wei's magic weapon.
Not only will Li Yan be in danger, but the two demon cultivators will also rush back quickly after killing Li Yan, and the four of them will probably be in great danger by then.
However, not only did Wang Changkun's magic skills become extremely powerful, he also had the assistance of three "Yunsha Beasts". Every time they came at him, Bai Rou and Hu Xiaowang had to quickly dodge. This meant that several times when they were about to make progress in encircling Wang Changkun, they had to separate again.
Whenever the three-headed puppet summoned by Bai Rou posed a threat to Wang Changkun, Wang Changkun would drive the three-headed "Falling Sand Beast" to crash into the gibbon puppet like a shooting stone without any hesitation.
Although the gibbon puppet was tall and heavy, its body would be delayed every time it was hit. Usually, it was only a moment's delay, and Wang Changkun had already avoided the encirclement before a powerful magic attack came again.
If Bai Rou's three gibbon puppets had not been fused with the precious materials given by Shuang Qingqing, they would have been smashed to pieces long ago. Even so, many white marks appeared on the three gibbon puppets, which made Bai Rou very sad.
But generally speaking, Bai Rou was still okay. King Hu Xiao was very depressed. Every time the "Falling Sand Beast" hit him, he had no puppet to withstand it, and he had to spend a lot of spiritual power to cast magic to resist.
This caused the spiritual power consumed in his body to drop sharply. It was estimated that he would only need to fight like this for another twenty or thirty breaths before he would have to swallow a pill to restore his spiritual power.
On the other hand, on the other side of the battle group, Yan Feijun had only seized the opportunity to kill an early foundation-building cultivator of the other side until this time. For this, Yan Feijun also used his back to take the combined attack of two late foundation-building cultivators of the other side.
Although he did not spit out blood, his face became even paler. He suffered from the fact that he could not use both hands to cast spells, which reduced his strength by more than half. He had tried his best to persist until this point.
"If we go on like this, we will be the ones who suffer. We must rely on the formation in the rear." At this time, Sun Guoshu's voice sounded in the minds of Bai Rou and the other two.
Although he was assisting in the attack, which was the easiest role for him, but seeing that the situation was dragging on like this, even if Yan Feijun could kill one more person, he would probably be seriously injured and unable to fight again.
By then, the battle situation on his side would have collapsed first. If the independent cultivators had formed teams in the past, Sun Guoshu would have taken the opportunity to escape long ago, but he didn't dare to do that now.
But he still had more experience in facing enemies than the other three, and his suggestion was quickly recognized by the three. Although they were all worried about Li Yan's situation, they could not confront the opponent head-on.
If they couldn't even break out of the impasse here, how could they talk about saving others? So the four of them fought quietly and began to slowly retreat towards the four sets of killing formations they had set up before.
Wang Changkun and his men really didn't notice their tactics. Although they faced life-and-death tests every day on the huge meteorite, everyone of them was determined.
But when it comes to scheming, their horizons are very narrow. No matter how big the meteorite is, how many people can communicate with it? After all, the number of people Wang Changkun and his team come into contact with is limited.
What's more, most of the people on the meteorite are devoted to cultivation and do not have much time to plot against others.
Although the three "Falling Sand Beasts" sensed the fluctuations of earth-type spiritual power, they were not specifically designed to deal with magic arrays. Moreover, they were being driven by Wang Changkun to hit Bai Rou and Hu Xiaowang, while Hu Xiaowang and Yan Feijun had deliberately opened the entrance to the sub-killing array.