A heavy rain fell from the sky, as if God was weeping, washing away the blood on the ground. The pain from the raindrops hitting his cheek made Cang Jiantong realize that he was still alive. He struggled to crawl out between several corpses, and almost used all his strength to reach a flying sword half a meter away from him.
It was a fourth-grade mid-level flying sword. Its original owner was lying next to Cang Jiantong, and the shiny blade gave off a sharp cold light in the heavy rain. Cang Jiantong clenched the handle of the sword and gasped. The heavy rain made him unable to open his eyes.
With a strange cry, a cloud of ghostly mist swooped down from the rain curtain, condensed and landed next to Cang Jiantong, causing the water on the ground to scatter in all directions. Cang Jiantong opened his eyes, and a shy grimace came into view, but he could tell that it was a female ghost.
The female ghost soldier's face was covered with ugly tumors, which was unspeakably disgusting, but she obviously didn't think so. Among the lower classes of the ghost clan, she was recognized as a beauty, at least her hot figure could prove it. The female ghost soldier plucked out her red hair that was soaked by the heavy rain, looked at Cang Jiantong teasingly, stretched out her tongue and licked her blackened lips, then stretched out her hand to strangle Cang Jiantong's throat, and slowly lowered her head. Sucking his lips.
The female ghost's shoulders were slightly shrugged, as if she was making a sucking movement, and Cang Jiantong's spirit slowly left her body. The female ghost soldier gradually leaned back like a noodle, sucking the spirit into her body bit by bit with an intoxicated expression.
ah! The female ghost soldier suddenly screamed, and the tip of a gleaming sword penetrated from her back, and then fell onto Cang Jiantong's body, turning into a ghost tooth stone. Cang Jiantong looked up at the sky with his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to see through the sky. Unfortunately, the heavy rain blurred his vision.
Perhaps after a while, or as if centuries had passed, a familiar face appeared in sight, his tall and tall figure blocking the heavy rain. Cang Jiantong thought hard, he... seemed to be called Master Chu, or Chu Jun
The face bent down, lips opening and closing, as if asking: "What's your name, and where are the others?"
Cang Jiantong blinked her eyes, which were aching from the heavy rain, and moved her fingers with difficulty. Then her consciousness fell into darkness, and the light in her pupils dimmed.
"Sect Master Chu, which direction is he pointing in?" Qiu Chuji frowned.
Chu Jun silently closed Cang Jiantong's eyes, picked up the ghost tooth stone on his chest and held it firmly in his hand, bowed to the corpse, and then flew into the sky in one direction through the rain. Qiu Chuji and the other eighty Nascent Souls hurriedly chased after them, all of them with heavy expressions. It was obvious that this thousand-man team was in danger and might have been completely wiped out.
The heavy rain has just stopped, and the setting sun shines on the water droplets on the trees, reflecting the colorful colors.
More than three thousand ghost soldiers slowly advanced, forcing about two hundred cultivators bit by bit into a narrow valley.
After chasing for nearly two hours, they were finally able to annihilate all these human cultivators. The ghost general Gui Wuya stood in the air with a relaxed expression. As long as he waved his hand, these two hundred desperate humans would have to be wiped out. Crushed.
Wu Chengze, the elder of Bingxuan Sect, and Ren Hua, the elder of Huanqian Sect, are respectively the captain and deputy of this thousand-man team. The other deputy has been killed in the battle.
Except for Fan Jian's thousand-man team, which is all composed of Jindan cultivators, the other three thousand-man teams have arranged ten Nascent Souls and 150 Jindan cultivators respectively. But now, Wu Chengze's thousand-man team only There are only two hundred people left, three Yuan Ying died in the battle, and more than sixty Jin Dan died, which can be said to be a heavy loss.
"Shoot!" Gui Wuya said coldly.
More than 3,000 ghost spears filled with ghostly energy were shot at the two hundred cultivators in the narrow valley. In such a narrow terrain, there was no way to avoid them, and the cultivators could only resist head-on. However, the people who had been running away for nearly two hours had already exhausted their spiritual power. After a round of ghost spears swept across, only about a hundred cultivators were left in the air, as if they were making dumplings. More than half of it fell, and the screams echoed throughout the valley.
Wu Chengze and Ren Hua both looked miserable. The former shouted loudly: "Fight them!" and took the lead to rush out of the valley.
Rather than being shot by the opponent like this, it is better to make some money before death. For a moment, everyone burst out with shocking murderous intent and killed towards the ghost army outside the valley.
Ghost Wu Ya sneered: "Kill all these humans!"
More than three thousand ghost soldiers formed a formation to rush towards Wu Chengze and others. They fought hand to hand, and a deadly battle began with the outcome without any suspense. All the cultivators were prepared to die, and suddenly they burst out with extremely powerful combat power.
Ghost Wuya remained unmoved and calmly directed the team's attack. The team's advance and retreat were well-organized.
The scary thing about the regular army is that it can exert the power of cooperation. This kind of cooperation is not a simple superposition of one plus one over two. It is already one plus one far greater than two. This is why Hou Jun dared to boast about Haikou and used fifty relatives to The soldiers threw away the golden elixir.
Seeing that Wu Chengze and others were about to be wiped out, they saw nearly a hundred people flying towards them in the distance, bringing clouds of energy with them. Although there were less than a hundred people, the momentum was not weaker than that of thousands of troops. Run together. I saw the man in front of him with his green shirt flying, his body as straight as a pine tree, and his right hand holding a long sword. Even though he was miles away, he seemed to be able to feel the murderous aura released from his body.
"It's Master Chu. Master Chu and the others came to save us. They succeeded!"
In an instant, there was thunderous cheers, and dozens of people who had been desperate to die were cheered up and fought back frantically. Wu Chengze couldn't help being surprised and happy. For the first time, he realized that Chu Jun in the blue shirt and long sword was so cute. He used his remaining power to force a ghost general away.
When Gui Wuya saw Chu Jun and others coming to kill him, his expression suddenly changed. He knew that General Ghost King Ji personally led four thousand elites to hunt down Chu Jun. Now they appeared here unscathed. Could it be that he got rid of Lord Ghost King Ji? The pursuit
Gui Wuya was surprised when he saw Chu Jun raise his left hand, and suddenly something shot through the air and hit him directly between his eyebrows. For Chu Jun who could defeat Master Lu Ge, Gui Wuya did not dare to be careless and hurriedly dodged.
Puff puff…
With a series of soft noises, the thing shot three of Oni Toothless's guards one after another, and finally nailed it to the forehead of the fourth guard, leaving only half of it exposed. It turned out to be a Oni Toothless stone. The four soldiers were carried away by the huge force, and their bodies fell to the ground.
Ghost Wu Ya was frightened and angry, and immediately mobilized two thousand ghost soldiers to greet Chu Jun and others. Peng, the two groups of people immediately collided with each other, and the two sides started a fierce battle.
The more than eighty Nascent Souls did not need Chu Jun's command. They killed some ghost soldiers and immediately retreated without engaging in too much fighting. They waited for the ghosts to chase them for a while and then immediately rushed back to take a bite. Gui Wuya noticed something was wrong and immediately ordered the team to stop the pursuit and retreat. Chu Jun and others immediately came back with a tail bite.
"Kill all the human cultivators in the valley with all your strength!" Gui Wuya shouted loudly, and the ghost army immediately attacked Wu Chengze and others in the valley with all their strength. The pressure on Wu Chengze and others immediately increased. People were being killed one after another, and the number of people quickly dropped sharply, with less than fifty people left.
Seeing this, Chu Jun could only give up his original tactics and led all the Nascent Soul masters to charge into the ghost army's formation.
Gui Wuya immediately ordered the team to separate, allowing Chu Jun and others to rush into the valley to join Wu Chengze and others, and then closed the encirclement to surround everyone.
"Haha, if there is a door to heaven, you won't leave, but if there is no door to hell, you will throw yourself in!" Gui Wuya laughed proudly. He remembered that the human cultivator in blue shirt and long sword was the one the young commander named to kill. As long as he will If he kills him, it is a great achievement.
It's just that Gui Wuya was obviously a little too happy. The combat power of eighty Nascent Souls couldn't be stopped by just two or three thousand people. Chu Jun's long sword was seen flying, and more than a hundred masters behind him broke out at the same time, gradually charging out of the valley.
Gui Wuya was frightened and anxious. He commanded the team to attack and cut repeatedly, trying to break down Chu Jun's formation, but obviously the effect was not ideal. In the end, Chu Jun led everyone to break out of the encirclement.
"Stop them, don't let them escape!" Gui Wuya shouted sharply.
Unfortunately, Chu Jun didn't seem to want to escape. He led the team in a big detour, and then rushed back again, with a hint of joking on his stern face. Gui Wuya felt a shiver in his heart. He looked back subconsciously and found that a team of several hundred people had appeared on the flank at some point. Although they looked a little embarrassed, they were all Golden Core cultivators.
As the young swordsman in front of the team pointed his long sword, the team of five to six hundred people began to slowly accelerate. In just a few breaths, the entire team was like sharp arrows, and the cold sword light glowed. A flash of fear.
Ghost Wu Ya's eyelids twitched. It was too late to retreat at this moment. He could only divide his less than 3,000 ghost soldiers into two groups to meet them!
Bang! The four teams collided fiercely, and a brutal killing battle began!
The battle lasted for half an hour before it ended. More than three thousand ghost clans were wiped out, and their leader Gui Wuya also died in Chu Jun's hands. The human cultivators also paid a lot of price. Fan Jian's thousand golden elixirs There were less than 500 people left in the team, and twelve Nascent Souls died in the battle.
The sky that had just rained was as blue as a wash, but the smell of blood after the war was extremely strong. The cultivators who had narrowly escaped death were both happy and heavy. Fan Jian's Jindan Thousand-Man Team had been fighting hard all the way, and now everyone was so tired that they fell to the ground to catch their breath.
Chu Jun's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and a feeling of worry arose in his heart. Fan Jian's Jindan Thousand-man Team suffered heavy losses beyond his expectation, and Wu Chengze's Thousand-man Team was almost completely wiped out, with only a few remaining. Seventy people, and the other two thousand-man groups are probably also in danger, but Xiaoxiao is the captain of one of the thousand-man teams, and with her are a large number of disciples of the Tianhuang Sect such as Yuan Long and Huang Qi.
"Rest where you are for one stick of incense!" Chu Jun ordered.
All the cultivators hurriedly took the time to take the elixir, practice and restore their spiritual power, and prepare for the next battle!