"Qi Yuan, you and your friends should escort your master and second uncle back to the inner valley. Junior brother, you and your sister are seriously injured and need to recover as soon as possible. Don't delay any further. I'll go down and take a look and come back soon!"
The first few words he said were addressed to Feng Qiyuan and the others, and the latter part was to instruct his stubborn junior fellow apprentice.
After saying that, he flew to the battlefield at the foot of the mountain. He still had the strength to fight again, but the opponent's golden elixir had been killed by Zhang Ming's sneak attack.
As a fake elixir cultivator, he has absolute combat power, but he cannot be compared with the physical cultivator Zhang Ming.
He also felt that Zhang Ming had the advantage of a sneak attack, but he was indeed afraid of Zhang Ming's strength, as that man's movements were too fast.
He and I are at the same level, and my magic may not even be condensed before the other party is in front of me.
Now, of course he had to go over to help. He had just been chased by the other party like a stray dog, and he felt extremely depressed.
But another more important reason is that Zhang Ming actually led people to set an ambush, and it has not been discovered by Cangyu Sect’s Jindan. This is incredible.
He wanted to go over and find out what was going on, and by the way, see who Zhang Ming was with, whether they were disciples of the "Falling Star Valley" or cultivators from some affiliated sects.
Zhang Ming was able to make a group of people obey his orders in such a short period of time, so he can be considered a top figure.
At the same time, Zhu Luomu was also very clear that each of their teams would not exceed fifty people, while there were more than a hundred pursuers now.
Among them, there are about fourteen or fifteen people who are in the foundation-building stage. No matter how strong Zhang Ming is, the disparity in numbers is too great, and he may end up with a miserable victory.
When Zhu Luosen arrived at the foot of the mountain, including the time Zhang Ming left early, it only took about ten breaths of time, but a scene that surprised him appeared before his eyes.
At this time, the battle was nearing its end.
The first thing Zhu Luomu felt was a biting chill in his face, and then he saw silver swords of various sizes dancing in the air.
But what made him feel weird and frightened was that there was no one around controlling the sword, only Zhang Ming's figure appeared and disappeared.
Every time he appeared, he would appear right behind an enemy foundation-building cultivator and strike out silently with a punch or a palm.
The next moment, the cultivator would be torn into pieces. Even with the Snow Moon Wolf Clan's powerful body that was infinitely close to that of the Black and White Demon Clan, they would not be able to withstand the power of his attack.
Although the cultivators here could not be compared with the Jindan of Cangyu Sect before, they were more numerous. Every time Zhang Ming made a move, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the impact on Zhu Luomu was even stronger.
And obviously the remaining monks also discovered this horrifying scene.
"There is someone who is good at assassination!"
Some monks were shouting loudly, their voices trembling. They were suddenly attacked by countless long swords, but they couldn't see the caster, which made them feel inexplicably terrified.
Now, there are ghosts constantly attacking and killing the strong foundation builders in secret, and his mind is completely in chaos.
The Wind-Splitting Clan is relying on their natural speed to quickly move around, trying to escape.
However, often in the process of dodging, the body would suddenly stiffen, and then it would seem as if someone was strangling the neck.
After making a few "clucking" sounds, the spiritual power in his body disappeared completely in a few breaths, and then he fell to the ground, motionless.
After taking a few glances at this weird scene, Zhu Luomu broke out in cold sweat. As a bystander, he did not see clearly how those enemy foundation-building monks were killed.
But soon he heard the shouts of the only five remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators below.
"Be careful of the mosquito monster, it's poisonous!"
At this time, Zhu Luomu saw a foundation-building cultivator screaming, and suddenly slashed at a certain void with a knife. There seemed to be a flash of light there, and then it disappeared.
"A mosquito-like monster?"
Zhu Luomu's spiritual sense was unable to lock onto the fleeting light, and he just stood there blankly at the edge of the battlefield.
Looking at the enemies running around on the battlefield in front of him and his own monks who he couldn't see clearly, he felt a little distracted.
About ten breaths later, Li Yan walked towards Zhu Luomu, who had been standing at the edge, and frowned slightly.
"Brother Zhu, why haven't you left yet? What are you doing here?"
Zhu Luomu seemed not to have heard it and just stared blankly at the several spirit beast bags on Li Yan's waist.
When Li Yan decided to use the snow mosquitoes, he took out a few of them and hung them around his waist to deceive others.
Just in the final fierce battle just now, Zhu Luomu finally discovered that there was something strange about those silver swords.
Previously, he was still guessing what material the silver sword was made of. When they dealt with those Qi Condensation Stage disciples, they were almost strangling their opponents with a slaughtering posture.
Even a cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Condensation could not withstand the bone-piercing chill emanating from the silver sword.
The spiritual weapons and magic weapons in their hands would be frozen as soon as they came into contact with the opponent, and they themselves could not withstand the biting cold emitted by the silver sword.
After the silver sword attacks, his hair will soon turn white, and a thick layer of frost will quickly form on the surface of his body, and the circulation of his spiritual energy will begin to slow down.
During the life-and-death fight with the opponent, the spiritual power in his body slowed down, and the consequence was that he was cut into two pieces by the silver sword in the next moment.
Although those silver swords could no longer kill the Foundation Establishment Monks so easily, they still caused great annoyance to the Foundation Establishment Monks of the Four Sects.
What Zhu Luomu had never expected was that when the silver sword was about to be attacked by the opponent's magic weapon or magic, it would often break into two or even several pieces at a strange angle.
While the opponent was stunned, these broken blades would instantly merge at the position where the monk felt very awkward when attacking. Then, the monk would be slashed with a sword while he was still looking dazed and surprised.
Although these silver swords were eventually avoided by the four sects' foundation-building monks with their high skills, they were still forced into a state of panic.
Every time this happened, a bright spot or a faint shadow would flash past the side of the monk, and the monk would either fall to the ground due to poisoning, or be beaten to death by someone with a punch or a palm, or even a kick.
The unmanned silver sword and the extremely fast man and beast made Zhu Luomu, who came to help, feel dizzy and wondered if he was hallucinating.
In just about ten breaths, everything in front of him returned to calm. Only the strong smell of blood in the air reminded him of what had just happened here.
Looking up, half of the bodies of the hundreds of people had turned into fragments on the ground, red, green, white, and purple.
Various pieces of meat and internal organs were scattered everywhere, and a lot of them even splashed onto Zhu Luomu's body, making people want to vomit at the smell.
Zhu Luomu just stared blankly ahead. It took the other party only about twenty breaths of time to do all this.
"Fifteen foundation-building and more than a hundred Qi-condensing cultivators died just like that?"
From beginning to end, Zhu Luomu saw a man, a beast and those strange, unmanned silver swords moving around here.
Everything ended just like that, but what made Zhu Luomu even more shocked was yet to come.
Then Zhang Ming, who had already become a solid figure, stretched out his hand expressionlessly.
Those dozens of long swords that were already floating quietly in the air like dead objects, in Zhu Luomu's already somewhat dazed gaze, dozens of long swords instantly scattered into stars in the sky.
Then, each crystal "star point" rushed towards Li Yan's waist, where several spirit beast bags were hanging, making a buzzing sound.
"These... these... are all mosquitoes... mosquito-like... monsters?"
Looking at the overwhelming "star points" in the sky, there are at least a hundred thousand of them just by the naked eye, and they all reveal the cultivation level of about the fourth level of Qi Condensation Stage.
Zhu Luomu felt his scalp tingling. He imagined if he was targeted by these monsters, even with his fake elixir level, he would probably die in the end and be sucked into a pile of bones.
At this time, Zhu Luomu's mind was blank, and he was filled with shock and fear.
“This Zhang Ming is a human after all, and he possesses extremely strong body-refining techniques and a large number of mosquito-like monsters.
Physical training? Spiritual beast master
However, both of these require a lot of time for practice or sacrifice, but this person's body training is extremely strong, which requires one to practice with one heart. How did he do it?"
At this time, Li Yan had already put all the snow mosquitoes into the spirit beast bag.
Since he wanted to kill the enemy quickly, some of his trump cards would inevitably be exposed. He couldn't just kill everyone he saw,
Now he has been restricted by the Grand Elder of "Falling Star Valley". If he is discovered killing his disciples, he will be identified as a spy at the first moment, and his fate can be imagined.
Of course Li Yan would not take that risk. After hiding his body, he only used 80% of his physical strength and was holding back everywhere.
In the eyes of others, he is a good physical cultivator, and his greatest support is the terrifying number of mosquito-like monsters and a highly poisonous king mosquito.
Not only can he kill the enemy, but he can also show some of his own value in front of the red-robed boy, so as not to treat himself as a pawn that can be discarded at will.
In the battle just now, many snow mosquitoes were killed or injured, but the snow mosquitoes were relatively small, and after turning into silver swords and colliding with magic weapons, the dead snow mosquitoes would often collapse directly.
In addition, the battle ended too quickly, which prevented Zhu Luomu from discovering the true secret of these silver swords until Li Yan finally called back the Snow Mosquito.
This battle seems easy, but Li Yan also achieved this result after careful planning.
There are too many opponents who have established their foundations. Li Yan must first take action himself. He cannot rely solely on the Snow Mosquito Clan.
So the order he gave to the snow mosquitoes was to have the group of snow mosquitoes form a silver long sword instead of a "giant" sword, so that more long swords could be transformed.
Although their power was greatly reduced, they were still enough to deal with Qi Condensation cultivators. These swarms of snow mosquitoes, which were originally used in the Beiming Demon Suppression Tower to deal with Foundation Establishment cultivators, could easily defeat no more than a hundred young Qi Condensation cultivators as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.
At the same time, these silver swords only need to bother those foundation-building monks, and the actual killing will be done by him and the Snow Mosquito King personally.
Of course, if Li Yan didn't want to hide his strength, this team of more than a hundred people would be huge.
Even if there were more than a dozen foundation-building cultivators inside, Li Yan would probably shuttle back and forth in the crowd twice, and all of them would be poisoned to death without any surprise.
Now, when dealing with cultivators below the Jindan level, Li Yan’s group killing poison attack is almost unsolvable.
Li Yan had already noticed Zhu Luomu's approach and could guess his intentions. Out of curiosity, he wanted to lend a helping hand.
He could also see that Zhu Luomu was a die-hard fan of "Falling Star Valley" and would definitely not find an excuse to leave if he had a chance to kill the invading enemy.
But Li Yan still pretended to be ignorant and asked, as if he was still unhappy that the other party had discovered his secret.
"Oh, oh... Oh, Fellow Daoist Zhang, please don't misunderstand me. I didn't know that you were the only one here. I thought there was a small team here, so I came here to help.
I have no intention of prying into your privacy, it's all just a misunderstanding!"
Zhu Luomu, who had been daydreaming, was awakened by Li Yanhua. Seeing Zhang Ming staring at him coldly, he felt extremely uneasy.
When Zhu Luomu thought of the scene of dense light spots coming from all directions, his heart shuddered. The shock of this was even greater than Zhang Ming's inhuman body refining technique.