Mirroring the changes

Finally.

The moon is full.

It is white, big and round.

But it is a pity that no one appreciates it.

On the high hillside.

He Feiyu is in charge of the central army.

Facing the Killing Temple opposite.

His eyes are cold, just like tonight.

Deep and boundless.

The feather fan in his hand is gently shaking.

The moonlight seems to have turned into snowflakes, swaying with the fan.

Killing Temple.

Mr. Muduo is also standing on the top of Killing Mountain.

The moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the Qianji Sword Pavilion.

The originally red-gold roof is now covered with a layer of snow-white.

Mr. Muduo enjoys the feeling of bathing in the moonlight.

As usual, the ruler is never out of hand.

He is the spirit of Muduo.

This ruler is actually the core of his body.

He gently stroked the ruler, but his eyes looked far away.

Although they were several miles apart, it seemed that his eyes collided with He Feiyu's.

Finally, both sides released their killing intent at the same time.

All the sounds turned into silence at this moment.

Silence, dormancy, silence...

Then...

Explosion!

The feather fan and the ruler were raised almost at the same time.

Deafening killing sounds suddenly broke out on both sides.

Woo woo woo~

Hu hu hu~

One side was the horn, the other side was the drum.

One side was attacking, the other side was defending.

On the Wanshou Villa side, He Feiyu used the "Grass and Trees Are Soldiers Formation".

This formation is extremely wide and elusive.

Every blade of grass and every tree can help me.

The Killing Mountain is surrounded by mountains and has lush vegetation, which is most suitable for the "Grass and Trees Are Soldiers Formation".

This formation is a siege formation.

Once it is launched, it will be overwhelming and thousands of arrows will be fired at the same time.

So when He Feiyu's feather fan fell, countless monsters appeared from all directions.

Looking from a high place.

Like a rushing river, layer upon layer, endless.

The Killing Temple is like a small boat in the ocean.

It seems insignificant in the overwhelming waves.

However, when all the huge waves came, the Killing Temple was as stable as Mount Tai.

Instead, the entire ocean was stagnant.

On the Killing Mountain, there is the Killing Temple.

In front of the Killing Temple, there is the Killing Road.

It is difficult to travel, it is difficult to travel, there are many forks in the road, where is it now?

All living beings go through three thousand roads, and they still plant killing fields when they return!

There are many mountains in the wilderness.

The mountains are steep, so people call it "difficult to travel".

The Killing Temple is in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, with high mountains and steep ridges, and the road is even more dangerous.

In addition, all the checkpoints have set up "Thousand Machine Sword Pavilions", and at this moment it is like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge.

...

On the Killing Temple side.

Mr. Muduo also waved the ruler in his hand.

In an instant, all the disciples were in place.

The earth trembled, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The Killing Temple was in a defensive formation, and the disciples walked in the Sword Pavilion, waiting for the opportunity.

The northern foot of the Killing Temple is the main peak of the mountain, and the Sword Pavilion here is guarded by Libie.

"Is this the demon clan?"

All the monks were silent.

Because it was too shocking.

They all said: There are more than ten thousand people, and it is boundless.

At this moment, they really saw what is truly boundless.

The Qianji Sword Pavilion looks small from the outside, but it is quite spacious inside.

The disciples are divided into upper and lower parts.

The lower part is no different from a normal pavilion, but there are walls on both sides. It seems airtight, but in fact, there are hidden mechanisms and holes. As long as the mechanism is turned, different modes will be opened to launch an attack.

The upper part is on the top. There are four positions on the top of the Qianji Sword Pavilion, and each position has a mysterious window.

The mysterious window is covered with a glass mirror, which can observe the movements of enemies several miles away.

There are scales in the mirror, which can know the exact distance of the enemy.

As for the passage in the middle of the Qianji Sword Pavilion.

It looks like a passage, but if you walk up rashly, you will inevitably suffer from the pain of thousands of arrows piercing your heart.

You must close the mechanism before you can pass normally.

In this way, the first batch of monsters have come close while talking.

From a distance, they look ferocious with long teeth and claws.

"A hundred feet away!"

The disciples on the rooftop kept a close eye on the monsters' every move through the glass mirror.

But two breaths later, another observing disciple said anxiously: "Eighty feet!"

At this moment, two words flashed in the minds of the disciples in the Qianji Sword Pavilion: So fast!

A distance of twenty feet, but only a few breaths.

You must know that this is a long-distance raid.

Although the cultivators can use the art of teleportation to arrive in an instant, it is difficult to continue and cannot be used for military trekking.

Unlike humans, the monsters achieve this simply by relying on the strength of their flesh.

Such a long distance, such a fast speed, and such a short time.

No wonder a thousand years ago, the monsters almost swept the world, and no one could stop them.

"Sixty feet!"

After just a few thoughts, the demon army was already in front of them.

They were still rushing forward.

"Forty feet!!"

This time, even the disciple who was delivering the message on the rooftop was a little flustered.

They were the ones who could most directly feel the pressure of the demons.

"Thirty feet!"

Almost instantly, they were one step closer!

At this time, all the disciples looked at Libie.

As the chief of Yixin Zen Temple and the eldest disciple of the Nine Generations of Killing.

Libie was calmer than the others.

The reason why everyone looked at him was because thirty feet was already within the attack range of Qianji Sword Pavilion.

If he attacked at this moment, he could kill a large number of demons in an instant.

But Libie did not give any orders. He had the ‘Duowen Gourd’ he got from the Blood Sea World hanging on his ears, which could hear all the small sounds from all directions.

But he did not hear the signal from Mr. Muduo to open fire.

“Twenty feet!”

The earth shook even more violently.

The shock with the breath of destruction made it difficult for people to even breathe.

The disciples had already clenched their swords.

“Ten feet!!”

The momentum of the demons was beyond imagination.

This feeling was like a mountain about to hit them head-on.

The Qianji Sword Pavilion was terribly quiet, and everyone dared not even breathe loudly.

When they looked closely, their bodies trembled slightly.

The human body is inherently weak, and if they fight hand-to-hand, no one is a match.

For so many years, the rumors that the demons slaughtered the human race in the four seas and eight wastelands have long been known to everyone.

They naturally also know the cruelty of the demons.

Even the Hu Ben Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty could not stop the attack of the demons.

Can this ordinary-looking Qianji Sword Pavilion in front of them do it?

Their timidity comes from their suspicion of the Qianji Sword Pavilion.

It will soon be time for the Qianji Sword Pavilion to prove itself.

"Five feet!"

The disciples can even see the bloodthirsty expressions on the faces of the demons.

"Three feet!"

The wind blowing in their faces contains the fierce breath of the demons!

"Two feet!"

They can even feel the sharpness of the weapons.

Success or failure depends on this one move!!!

Woo~

Woo~

Woo~

The melodious horn sound suddenly resounded among the mountains.

The demons who had rushed to the front stopped one by one when they heard the horn sound.

Some of them ran too fast and their faces were already pressed against the Qianji Sword Pavilion.

But the imagined collision did not occur.

Instead, the disciples on the roof were stunned: "The demons... retreated?"