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Chasing tigers and wolves was not the original plan.
Provoking the spirits and monsters around Dasong Mountain to counter the Fuquan Dragon Flood Dragon was originally just a means for Wang Lu to escort the Spirit Sword disciples at critical moments. And this trick has indeed received the effect.
But now it seems that the effect of this trick is likely to be better than expected.
The second time to drive tigers and devour wolves was originally just to weaken the strength of the dragon dragon, it is best to make it adapt to the current level of the spirit sword monks. Otherwise, every time there is a fatal crisis in leveling, Wang Lu will have to recruit monsters to become the train king, and sooner or later something will happen.
In the end, no one expected that this great battle would turn into a life-and-death battle between two groups of monsters. This is actually far beyond expectations.
The second-turn Dragon Flood Dragon lives in Fuquan, and it is undoubtedly the strongest within hundreds of miles, and it can also be vaguely regarded as the overlord of this place. The spirits and monsters who made their homes around Fuquan are deeply afraid of it, and they would never provoke Longjiao under normal circumstances. Therefore, according to Wang Lu's initial expectation, he would attract hatred by himself, and then the Tianfu would leave the battle, and the beast tide would transfer the hatred. It was inevitable to fight the dragon dragon, but they would soon scatter under the suppression of the difference in natural rank. During this period, the strength of the dragon flood will inevitably be weakened, but it cannot be expected to be weakened too much.
But in actual operation, those animal hordes seem to have no instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Knowing that the Coiling Dragon Formation composed of thirty-six dragons is a flesh and blood mill, they still forget their lives, even if they sacrifice everything. To bite off one of the opponent's scales, causing it to bleed!
This kind of tough combat style seems like a sworn enemy, but it's actually just the beast tide diverting the original hatred.
So... As the original object of hatred, what kind of outrageous things did Wang Lu do
A few spirit sword disciples with careful and profound thinking would inevitably think of this section, and cast curious and admiring glances at Wang Lu.
But Ouyang Shang, who was more thoughtful than these disciples, had already guessed what Wang Lu was doing, and he was not surprised by all this.
He must have found more inspiration from the invention of the shit throwing tactic and carried it forward.
These besieged monsters must have lost their minds in anger because of this reason-just imagine being a human being, their relatives and children are assassinated, and their homes are thrown into shit...then this hatred must last forever.
This kind of method is open to discussion, but on the other hand... it is a good opportunity to reap the benefits. After this battle, the Fuquan Dragon Flood Dragon will definitely be seriously injured, but its foundation is not damaged, and it will still have considerable strength. The perfect leveling object.
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The fierce battle between the beast tide and the Panlong Formation lasted for three days and three nights.
In terms of scale, the beast horde has an absolute crushing advantage, but as the overlord of this place, the second-turn Dragon Flood has the upper hand in actual combat with the Panlong Formation. The millstone of blood and flesh wasted the life of the beast tide to its heart's content. The beast tide had a numerical advantage, but in the case of losing all reason, instead of cooperating with each other, they would kill each other when killing red eyes. Ten percent of their strength could not exert thirty percent. Nature is not an opponent.
Three days later, the battle situation has been decided, all the monsters capable of conquering and fighting in the beast horde have been killed, the beast herd can no longer recover, and the Coiling Dragon Formation is still standing despite heavy losses. Witnessing this scene, the beast tide finally regained some sanity in despair, and began to break up and run away.
The flood dragons didn't pursue them, it was because they didn't want to, they really couldn't. In the three days of fierce battle, although they won and lost, they won too badly. Most of the thirty-six dragon descendants and grandchildren were lost, the second-rank dragon dragon was injured, a dragon ball was cracked, and one eye was blown out... The overlord of Dasongshan Fuquan lost at least half of his power.
In this situation, Long Jiao couldn't even guarantee that he could still face those human monks who were once like ants.
If they take advantage of the fire...
Fortunately, those humans did not appear after all, until the second turn Longjiao brought his descendants back to Fuquan Underwater Dragon Palace, those humans did not make a move.
Obviously this is the best opportunity, if they miss this time, they will never have such a good opportunity again—the spirits and monsters around Dasong Mountain have already been subdued, and the fear and submission to the dragon has been completely imprinted in the soul and bone marrow , It is impossible for them to be incited to come over and let people take advantage of it. And myself... even if she couldn't fully recover from her injuries for a long time, she still had an absolute advantage in strength.
With the meanness and shamelessness of human beings, it is really difficult to understand why the opportunity is missed and not used. But they did not come.
This made the second-ranked Dragon Flood terrified for several days in the Dragon Palace, because he always felt that human beings would have even more terrifying plots waiting for him...
It was not until the fifth day that the human conspiracy was long overdue.
"Report to the king, it's not good!"
Long Jiao, who was recuperating from his injuries with his eyes closed, opened his one eye: "What's the matter?!"
At this time, Longjiao's mind relaxed a bit, like a boulder falling to the ground, no matter what the human beings did, at least they made a move, and then...
Next, he heard his subordinates say familiar lines.
"They threw shit into the water again!"
... It stands to reason that he should be happy to hear his opponent repeat the same trick. After all, using the same trick again proves that the opponent may be at the end of his rope, but Long Jiao is not happy at all.
It's hard for anyone to be happy when someone throws a shit at their own house.
Last time, Longjiao's entire army was mobilized and ended up fighting a shocking three-day war. This time he decided to go out alone.
Because it will take a long time for his sons and grandsons to fully recover, and he doesn't want to kill himself for the sake of a few human monks. With the strength of those humans, he can handle it alone.
When it flew out of the water, more than 30 spirit sword monks had been waiting in the air for a long time.
The two sides didn't need to say much at all, and they fought together after meeting.
This is the first time that the golden generation have truly implemented their own leveling plan.
After the previous fierce battle with the beast horde, the strength of Fuquan Longjiao was greatly reduced, just at the level that could bring them great danger, but not be fatal. At the same time, Long Jiao's fighting attitude was relatively cautious. Although he hated this group of monks, he didn't want to fight them to the death.
As a result, the battle proceeded without any danger. Ouyang Shang's scattered tactics achieved great success. The thirty-seven spirit sword monks seemed to be scattered, but they unknowingly condensed into a whole during the battle. Supporting and cooperating with each other, the tacit understanding of decades of practice in the same sect makes the battle progress like clouds and flowing water. The opponent's strength obviously has an overwhelming advantage, but they still can't really overwhelm them.
In the end, the battle lasted for a day and a night, and both sides felt exhausted and could not continue. At this time, the situation of Longjiao is slightly superior - he is a spirit monster, born with supernatural powers, tyrannical body, and stronger recovery power than humans. But just when he was about to use his remaining energy to kill the human beings who had exhausted their mana, a khaki sword light firmly pressed him to death.
"Damn it, it's you again!?"
After a day of fierce fighting, Long Jiao could already vaguely recognize those tiny human beings. The one who supported the khaki sword light was one of the objects he hated the most—because this guy had ruined too many of his chances.
Although the cooperation of the spirit sword monks was very tacit during the battle, it was not perfect. Flaws appeared many times during the whole day's battle, and how could Long Jiao, as the overlord of the land, fail to catch them? It's just... Whenever he was about to violently hurt others, there would be such a sword light to stop him, causing his head to bleed.
The defensive ability of Wuxiang Sword is so strong that it has completely surpassed the category of Jindan. Maybe it's not a worry for the second-rank Dragon Flood Dragon in its heyday, but he couldn't maintain his peak state at all times under the siege of more than thirty monks. That red-and-white boy's ability to grasp the fighting opportunity is too strong, every time the khaki sword light appears just right, leaving him with all his strength but unable to use it.
And whenever he was about to divert his target and concentrate his firepower on him... there would be another annoying cultivator who would bombard him indiscriminately at a speed of elusiveness and forcefully divert his attention.
Fortunately, the most annoying guy has jumped out to seek death by himself, and the others have already retreated, leaving him alone. No matter how strong his khaki sword light is, could it be stronger than the sharp teeth of a two-turn dragon flood dragon
However, in a desperate situation, the human monk smiled happily.
"After waiting all day, I finally found a chance to have a one-on-one with you. Let's have a good time."
As he said that, the khaki sword light dissipated, and the human monk boldly withdrew the Kunshan sword in his right hand, stepped forward half a step, and the light of chaos bloomed in the palm of his left hand. Long Jiao was vigilant, he spewed out a mouthful of foul-smelling poisonous gas from a distance, but did not get close.
Then he was thankful for his prudence, the chaotic light was instantly constrained into a sharp blade, piercing through the poisonous gas envelope like a bamboo, and attacking in front of him, the dragon dragon quickly raised the scales on his body as a defense. Immediately afterwards, the chaotic sword energy exploded suddenly, and the everted dragon scales were shattered. Although the aftermath of the sword energy was greatly attenuated, it still cut its flesh.
This shocked Long Jiao, if he hadn't chosen to stay away out of prudence, the consequences of being hit by such a sword qi just now would have been unimaginable...
Surprised but angry, Long Jiao simply sacrificed his inner alchemy dragon ball, spit it out from his mouth, and bombarded his opponent like a cannonball... This is a very risky move, but it will undoubtedly have a once-and-for-all effect .
Faced with such a sharp attack, the opponent did not dare to neglect, he retracted the light of the Chaos sword, and the Kunshan sword, which symbolized defense, drew an arc with all its strength, a round arc with a radius of no more than three feet, which he now mastered One of the strongest defenses.
Three-foot sword circle.
The next moment, a strong shock wave came from the tip of the sword, sweeping across the whole body in an instant, and the three-foot sword circle was declared lost after only holding on for a moment. Every inch was broken, and he himself was thrown away by the irresistible force of Peiran, and disappeared in the dense forest in an instant.
Long Jiao subconsciously wanted to pursue, but soon stopped.
Being bombarded head-on by Dragon Ball is absolutely unreasonable... There is no need to take the risk of going deep.
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On the other side, in a dilapidated forest, a towering giant tree shook slightly.
At the root of the tree, the depression caused by the strong impact can be clearly seen. In the center of the depression, a human figure can be vaguely seen, but the flesh and blood are indistinct, and it is covered by broken branches, broken leaves and soil, making it look in a state of embarrassment.
Kerala... There was a crisp sound of bones colliding. After a while, a person stood up in the mess. Although his figure was swaying and some joints were more obviously twisted, he finally stood up.
The man moved his neck left and right, choked out blood from his nasal cavity, and then stretched long.
"Phew, being slapped in the face with an egg is so damn good!" T
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