After one strike, the long sword in Master Lingxu's hand suddenly shattered, and he let go of it lightly, leaving only the hilt, which fell into the bloody water on the ground.
That ordinary long sword couldn't bear the real Qi of Lingxu, after one blow, it shattered into several pieces...
Daoist Lingxu walked up to the innately strong man, took off the two long whips, and said with some regret: "It's a pity, your master didn't let your strength be displayed..."
He looked down at the fallen Tan strongman again, and said as if he was talking to himself: "The same bit of steel, I used to make a needle, but you flattened it to cover the whole body, you said I poked it Can't you poke through your kung fu?"
Master Lingxu turned around and glanced at the disciples gathered in the distance, smiled lightly, and murmured: "It seems that the innate master who was beaten into the air is not dead. Sigh, I really envy that kid Qingxuan, who can attract others The inner force of the inner force, and then plant it to others or yourself in the form of a 'crape myrtle ring', this true energy does not need to be cultivated, it is like flying, and it will fly a thousand miles. It seems that the foundation is weak. If there is a chance in the future, it is better to persuade the young apprentice to be more self-aware and less opportunistic... "
Thinking of this, Lingxu had no other thoughts, turned around and got up lightly, and flew towards other places in the arena.
On the battlefield, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the sound of killing was fierce.
In addition to the fight between the neat battle formations of Tan and Chinese fighters, occasionally there will be a large open space on the battlefield, in which only two people fight each other, the fierce energy is surging, and the power is boundless...
There is a battlefield among the innately strong, and the soldiers of the acquired realm will die immediately if they step into this area.
In addition to Daoist Lingxu, the two great monks of the Dachan Temple and Wei Xiaotian each took over a congenital master, and started a bloody fight on the battlefield. In the small formation, every eighteen monks from the Great Chan Temple formed a small formation to resist the attack of the Tan army. This small formation composed of eighteen people was obviously born out of the large formation, although it became more flexible, But the attack power dropped across the board, and it no longer had the mighty momentum it had before.
In Wei Xiaotian's eyes, it is no problem to win the strong Tan clan in front of him. The opponent is obviously a master in the early stage of innate. thing. It's just that he didn't expect that the two great monks of the Great Zen Temple would be the first to win. Unexpectedly, after only one or two strokes, when he looked up again, the Daoist Lingxu had already won. Victory, Shi Shiran ran back and forth on the battlefield, breaking all the small army formations of the Tan people who had a solid formation, and helping the Chinese fighters gain the advantage on the battlefield.
Wei Xiaotian thought to himself: Unexpectedly, this Daoist Lingxu is so powerful, and he ended his opponent before the monks of the Great Chan Temple. No wonder he was praised by the two monks, Na Miaoxiu and Shenjian.
Just for a moment, the two monks of the Great Zen Temple have won a complete victory. However, they are compassionate people in the Buddhist sect. The two monks just sealed the loser's air door and used special techniques to restrain their opponents. , Capture the opponent alive.
Thinking about it, if the two monks were not so kind, the battle should have ended long ago.
Wei Xiaotian was the only one left at the scene who hadn't finished fighting yet. For someone with strong self-esteem, this was one of the most embarrassing things. Wei Xiaotian couldn't help being embarrassed for a moment, and in anxiety, he used a trick that he didn't use easily. retracted into the body.
The strong Tan tribe on the opposite side was taken aback immediately, although he didn't know the reason, how could he miss such an opportunity, he punched him suddenly, a smile flashed in Wei Xiaotian's eyes, he felt very uncomfortable at the opponent , but when it was too late to close the move, he punched...
Boom—
The two fists collide in one place.
Surprisingly, it wasn't the Natan strongman who was repelled, but Wei Xiaotian.
The strong Natan tribe must have felt that the opponent's true energy was extremely strange, but he still couldn't defend against his own true energy attack. After outputting all his strength, the opponent was retreated by his own blow. He was overjoyed and laughed loudly. Feeling that the right hand that just fought with the opponent has become extremely heavy, and he can't move his true energy. Under the doubts and explorations, he was immediately taken aback.
I saw that my right hand quickly became gray and hard at a speed that could be discerned by the naked eye, and I lost consciousness. The meridians were closed, like a stone, and this trend spread upwards, and it reached my shoulder in a moment before it didn't move.
And at this moment, his entire right hand turned into a lump of stone...
At this time, Wei Xiaotian once again bullied himself, striking with both palms, the strong Tan tribe attacked in shock, his left palm met with this palm, but Shihua's right hand was smashed into pieces, Wei Xiaotian attacked The palm continued to fall, and landed on the opponent's chest with a bang. The protective energy was blocked for a while, and then it was broken. There was a sound of bone breaking, and the body of the strong Tan clan was thrown more than ten meters away. landing.
Seeing that the enemy had been killed by his subordinates, Wei Xiaotian couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.
At the critical moment, his [Stone Condensation Skill], which he has always been easy to avoid, finally worked with one blow. Taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness, he petrified his right hand and won the victory.
With the defeat of the innate powerhouses of the Tan tribe, the defeat of the Tan tribe is set. The innate powerhouses of the Chinese tribe joined the attack on the ordinary soldiers. After a stalemate for less than half an hour, the Tan tribe could not hold on and began to attack the ordinary soldiers. retreat.
The remaining thousands of troops began to retreat slowly in an orderly manner, but under the powerful attack of the Chinese innate powerhouses, they finally collapsed. Thousands of Tan warriors fled in all directions crying, without any organized rout. Start to storm the gate of the base camp...
There were no more than 2,000 Tan soldiers staying behind. Although the camp walls were tall and the camp gates were closed, the four or five meter high camp walls could not prevent the light skills of the Chinese masters at all, and the panicked Tan soldiers fled into the camp. , began to yell and curse, while waving a machete and slashing at the camp gate.
The commander of the Tan tribe guarding the camp was really merciless. With an order, arrows rained down, and the Tan soldiers who gathered at the gate of the camp were immediately shot to the ground, screaming loudly...
A Buddha's horn sounded in mid-air, like a roaring bell in the sky, and the surrounding brightness suddenly dimmed. The shriveled monk Shenjian was burning with red and gold flames, and fell down like a meteorite, right in the middle of the camp gate. The entire gate of the camp was like paper, and it was smashed by the monk Shenjian. The monk Shenjian's power remained undiminished, and he crashed into the camp. A burst of air flow was rolled up, and it swelled around like a wave. , The soldiers of the Tan clan gathered here in the camp and all the utensils in the camp were blown away by the air current. Countless tents were blown up by the strong wind like pieces of paper, and it was blown to nowhere.
When the dust settled, the center of the camp, the monk Shenjian was alone, and within a few hundred meters of the surrounding area, it was clean, except for the sand, there was nothing left.
The remaining fighters of the Tan clan finally surrendered in front of this heaven-defying might.
All the six thousand remaining Tan soldiers surrendered, including an innate master who was the commander of this unit.
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The first encounter outside the "Misty Cloud Valley" lasted for four hours, and finally ended with the defeat of the Tan tribe.
The victorious Chinese immediately occupied the camp of the Tan people, and before they had time to clean up the battlefield, only a thousand archers who were exhausted from shooting arrows were left to guard the captives and the camp.
If there is a war at this time, high-level warriors will have no problem, but ordinary soldiers will have no physical strength. The next action is just to show the enemy's power, threaten the siege of the foreign coalition forces, and force them to stop the siege.
It's just that what people didn't expect was that the Chinese reinforcements who had just assembled again and were about to cross the ruins of the collapsed valley gate and enter the valley suddenly received the report from the scouts ahead. The crowd, a total of more than 10,000 people attacked the Taniguchi camp, and it turned out to be a posture of snatching the camp and seizing the back road.
Wei Xiaotian was puzzled after receiving the report, but he also gave the defense order as quickly as possible, but he was full of doubts, and he really couldn't figure out what kind of medicine the enemy was selling in the gourd.
"When the defeat of the Tan tribe was obvious before, these people did not come to help. Now that the Tan tribe has been defeated and the camps have been taken, they come to fight. What does this demon gate mean?"
"Could it be that they didn't expect us to win so quickly?" the head of a small sect then replied.
Wei Xiaotian shook his head and said: "The Demon Sect's weird style, I am afraid that this battle will be under their surveillance from the beginning to the end. If such a big event is not prepared, it is absolutely impossible. If the enemy We were not prepared, and we would not have attacked the camp when we had just captured it. Obviously, the opponent's troops have already assembled and are heading towards us... "
Qunhao kept muttering for a while, obviously no one could guess the reason behind it.
"The demon gate is deliberately draining the power of the Tan clan—"
A clear and clear voice sounded slowly and quietly, it was not loud, but it spread to everyone's ears in an instant.
Master Lingxu, the master of Qingyun Temple, a master who killed a congenital expert of the same level with a single sword, and one of the only six innate masters among the high-level Chinese reinforcements. In the previous battles, Lingxu showed great demeanor, he became famous with one sword, and won the respect of all the Chinese reinforcements.
At this time, Lingxu's simple words aroused everyone's curiosity.
"Amitabha," the monk Shenjian asked salutingly, "Why does Fellow Daoist Lingxu say such a thing?"
Master Lingxu smiled indifferently, and said slowly: "The Momen has always acted secretly, and what it does is hard to fathom. But one thing is certain, the cooperation between the Momen and the Tanzu, or the cooperation with the Dami Temple Mutual use, and only temporarily, this can be seen from the information brought back by the two envoys of the Ji family. Although the Momen also wanted to destroy the Ji family, they never wanted to waste their strength, but for the Dami Temple Making a wedding dress... As for the conspiracy behind it... Pindao can't figure it out at all."