Sage of Humanity

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The Haotian League moved into action. The soldiers were divided into three groups, all the way forward, and the two sides outflanked. In this way, it could form a semi-encircled situation.

It leaves a gap for the other party. First, it is unrealistic to want to go around. Second, it is afraid of being persecuted too much and inspiring the fighting spirit of the enemy. Everyone still understands the most basic common sense of surrounding three faults.

There was a movement here, and the cultivators on the Wanmoling side immediately noticed it, but they didn't mean to flee, but geared up to prepare for shame.

Under the formation of troops, the Wanmoling side quickly formed a close formation, waiting for it.

The three-way Haotian League cultivator slowly arrived at the established position and waited quietly.

A dazzling beam of light suddenly soared into the sky. It was Lu Yushan's Thunder Dragon Cannon, and it was also a signal. The moment the roar sounded, the three-way Haotian League monks and thousands of people slaughtered forward together in an astonishing manner.

The streamer of the magic spell and the imperial weapon began to collide in mid-air, and the Haotian League side quickly gained some upper hand by virtue of its numerical advantage. Although it was not too obvious, it did form a certain degree of suppression on the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge.

As time passed, and at the same time, the Wanmoling side deliberately gave in, and the encirclement began to shrink. The cultivators of the two sides officially collided with each other, and the teams entangled with each other, and the fight was inextricable.

Lu Ye and Hua Ci stayed at the last side and did not participate in this battle. They were waiting, waiting for a message.

If there is really a trap set by Wanmoling, then the message should come soon.

Just as the two cultivators were fighting like a raging fire, Lu Ye felt that his battlefield imprint had moved, lowered his head to investigate, and then nodded to Hua Ci: "It's here!"

The fourth brother sent a message. The three million demon ridge cultivators who were ambushing twenty miles away have been dispatched. Obviously they wanted to kill them when the two parties were fighting each other, so that they could tear Hao. The line of the Celestial Alliance camp should be in line with one's own cultivators inside and outside.

As long as the situation is opened on a front line, Wanmoling can continue to expand its advantages, and then severely damage the Haotian League.

This is also the reason why the attacked cultivator of Wanmoling will be weak. Firstly, the Haotian League dominates the number of people. Secondly, it is also taking advantage of the trend. Without giving the Haotian League a little hope, how to implement the connection smoothly? Down the plan?

Of course, the current situation is, I don’t know if they can hurry...

With the flashing light, Lu Ye and Huaci each spread a pair of red and green wings behind each other, soaring into the sky, and quickly crossed the forefront of the battlefield, arrived at the center, and then quietly suspended there.

Suddenly, the gaze of many Wanmoling cultivators seemed that in this place where no one could fly, two people from the Haotian League flew into the sky, which naturally attracted people's attention.

The people of Wanmoling immediately noticed that it was not good. Even if someone came to kill Lu Ye and Hua Ci, they lost their strength before they got close.

The enemy flew too high.

Lu Ye carried the knife in his hand, secretly reminded him of his spiritual power, and stood in front of Hua Ci. His current task is very simple, to protect Hua Ci's safety and let her use her own methods.

After a little sense, Hua Ci made sure that the arrangement she had left here before had taken effect, and nodded: "It's started!"

She took a deep breath, and her full chest undulated fiercely. Then, a green halo swept across all directions, covering most of the battlefield in an instant.

An exclamation sound came from below immediately. When Hua Ci's method began to take effect, many Wanmoling cultivators had noticed that something was wrong, and the spiritual power in their bodies suddenly became obscure, as if the symptoms of erysipelas silt. Many people's strength has plummeted in a very short period of time.

If it was an ordinary time, it wouldn't matter much if this situation occurred, but right now it was in a life-and-death struggle with the monks of the Haotian League.

The originally evenly matched battle immediately separated life and death due to a change in the spiritual power of one party.

In just a few breaths, the screams came one after another, blood and severed limbs flew together, and I don't know how many cultivators of Demon Ridge have ruined them.

"It's the ghost of that woman, kill her soon!" The cultivator of Wanmoling shouted when he was seriously injured, and his head was chopped off in the next moment.

With a light sneer, a stream of light shot from below, not a royal weapon, but a lost arrow. Someone was holding a bow-shaped spiritual weapon and shot an arrow at Huaci.

However, the arrow was slashed by Lu Ye, who was blocking the front, and could not hurt her at all.

Chi Chi Chi Chi...

The bowman below is good at archery. As his fingers ran, streams of light chased the stars and the moon. Lu Ye swung a long knife in his hand, swaying a sharp arrow that struck, and his mouth was numb.

After a few breaths, the cultivator holding the bow was chopped into pieces by the several Haotian Leagues who had rushed over.

The turquoise halo went round after round. Although Hua Ci has been here for many days, there has never been a time when he has been able to urge himself so uninterruptedly.

This time the number of people who participated in the war was not comparable to that before. To resolve the battle here as soon as possible, she could only do so with all her strength.

After a short period of tea time, Hua Ci's face began to turn pale, and at a certain moment, he whispered softly, "Lu Ye!"

Lu Ye quickly turned around, grabbed Huaci's waist, and fleeed out of the battlefield with her, waving his fiery red wings and leaving the battlefield in an instant.

There was nothing serious about Hua Ci, but the consumption was too great, and her spiritual power was almost exhausted, but before she left, Wan Mo Ling was no longer supported.

There were originally 800 monks gathered here. Compared with the Haotian League, there were only more than 200 people, but the gap in the number of people has increased to more than 500. It is conceivable that in this short cup of tea, Wanmoling How heavy the casualties are.

The surviving monks fled towards the gap in the rear. At this time, the speed of escape is very important. Those who don’t need to run faster than the enemy, faster than their own, it’s impossible for the Haotian League to chase them until the entire army is wiped out. , There will always be some fish slipping through the net.

After a stick of incense, the battlefield was full of corpses, and the **** smell was almost impossible to dissipate. Thousands of Haotian League monks had fallen to less than a hundred people. The cultivators gathered, instead of chasing and killing those who fled, they changed their directions. , Killed in the direction of Zhoulu Center.

In that direction, there was a support of a 300-member Ten Thousand Demon Ridge monks. They had received information that the Haotian League members had taken the bait and were fighting their own side, so they rushed toward this side.

Twenty miles away, with their feet almost reaching the battlefield, but looking up, they didn't see their own monks, only a group of red-eyed Haotianmen monks rushing towards this side.

The three million demon ridge cultivators were all dumbfounded.

How about eight hundred people on your side?

Only then did they get information from the monks who had fleeed. Eight hundred people died and only two hundred were left. They were fleeing, so they were told to run quickly.

The three hundred cultivators who had supported them were about to vomit blood. This battle was originally a trap set by them. As long as the people of the Haotian League dared to step in, there would be nothing good to eat, but the eight hundred people actually did not play any role. He was killed and disintegrated, almost incompetent.

Although they can't wait to kill those who flee, they also know that they are in a bad situation right now. Although they all run out of the inner circle, they have a high level of cultivation, but they really can't exert their strength in this place. , The number is the key to victory!

Three hundred to nine hundred, use your toes to know that you are invincible.

So almost without hesitation, the three hundred monks who were rushing to the battlefield immediately turned around and prepared to escape.

They don’t need to escape too far. They only need to run for dozens of miles, and the people of the Haotian League will not be able to chase it back, because the more they go in, the stronger they can display. Most of the people in the Haotian League They were all low-level cultivators, and they would die if they dare to chase.

However, not long after they ran out, a big formation suddenly formed and enveloped them. The lethality of the big formation was not too strong, but the power of the formation made the bodies of those trapped in it heavy and slowed down. .

A group of people from Wanmoling looked around in shock, and saw a petite female cultivator standing on a big tree, looking at them with a smile. There was a circle in the female cultivator's hand that was emitting a dazzling light.

"Feng Yuechan!" Someone exclaimed, his face changing abruptly.

A Fengyue Chan was not enough to shock them, but Li Baxian was definitely there in the place where Fengyue Chan appeared, and there were also a group of Haotian League powerhouses who followed them.

Sure enough, he whispered, "Sword formation!"

When the words fell, sword light suddenly burst out of the big formation, shuttle back and forth ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a string of blood.

This big formation was arranged by Feng Yuechan and Li Baxian together, formed in a hurry, and the power is not too great, but Li Baxian integrated all his flying swords into this formation to increase the lethality of the formation. Several grades.

More than thirty Haotianmeng monks emerged from nowhere, all exhibited what they had learned, and they tried their best to harass them, delaying the speed of the Wanmoling monks' escape.

There was a rumbling sound, and it was the nine hundred monks of the Haotian League who chased and killed them. Seeing this scene, the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators who were trapped in the big formation all showed despair.

The sound of sneer chuckled, and the streamer of spells and imperial weapons covered the whole world, and someone suddenly laughed: "I killed a ninth-level sky, hahaha, I also have today!"

The murderer is just an ordinary seventh-level realm cultivation base, with a gap of two hundred spiritual orifices from the ninth level of the heavenly level. If it is normal, such a strong person will not be able to defeat him in any way, but in such a special environment, It became reality with weak strikes.

The ninth level of the heavenly rank is definitely the guardian of which major sect in the core circle, and it is estimated that he would die in the hands of such a weak chicken.

More than one strong person was killed by the weak. Many of the three hundred people from Wanmoling were strong people who had already converted to Heaven-level exercises, but at this moment, the fire of their lives was withering one by one, Haotian These low-level cultivators of the League may be fighting, and they will find that their merits have skyrocketed by dozens of points.

The situation is very good, Li Baxian raised his arms and shouted, "Little ones, it's time for revenge!"

With that said, the first one to lift the sword was killed, and the strong men who followed him all the way to here were red-eyed, and they followed him aggressively.

During this period of time, they were too frustrated, and until this moment, the anger in their hearts was released.