Six Hundred and Eighteen. Happy to Open the Door

"No, come again?"

Yan Zhaoge rolled his eyelids, the situation in front of him was very similar to the previous time when he arrived in the Big Sea World for the second time.

Ah Hu and Feng Yunsheng beside him couldn't help squinting at Yan Zhaoge.

"My lord, why are we fighting wherever we go?" Ah Hu asked with a grin.

Yan Zhaoge replied angrily, "How would I know?"

What was a little better than last time was that this time my party did not land directly in the center of the battlefield, and faced attacks from both sides at the same time.

However, the battle ahead is even more intense than the previous conflict between Gui Lingzong and Green Snake Island.

The two sides in the war have completely fought the real fire, and the blood flowed like a river. Yan Zhaoge and others looked around and could see corpses everywhere.

The blood accumulated on the ground has tended to dry up, like a black swamp.

In the sky, warriors in the realm of great masters are fighting fiercely, and the fighting is raging, and the sky is falling apart.

On the ground, there were martial artists with lower cultivation bases who were also fighting fiercely, and the scene was even more tragic.

The brilliance flickered on the horizon in the distance, and the majestic power that shook people's hearts was constantly surging. Yan Zhaoge raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that there were strong fighters in the realm of martial arts fighting there.

Even though they were thousands of miles away, Yan Zhaoge and the others could still feel the ground shaking under their feet.

Both the deity and the Beiming avatar restrained their voices, and Yan Zhaoge carefully looked at the two sides who were fighting in front of him.

For Yan Zhaoge, the cultivation strength of the people in front of him could not be said to be very high, but they could still see a lot of things.

Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu looked at it for a while, and their expressions were much more solemn.

"The upper and lower worlds are really extraordinary. In addition to having more aura, the warriors here have learned a lot of martial arts." Ah Hu murmured, "I don't know what the background of these people is, but the martial arts they display In the Eight Great Worlds, even if it is not as good as the direct inheritance of the Holy Land, it is definitely not comparable to the martial arts inherited by those first- and second-rate forces."

Feng Yunsheng thought about it for a while: "According to Zhao Ge's recitation of what Old Man Mo said, in the Upper Realm, although there are many missing elements of the inheritance before the Great Destruction, there are more and more complete preservations compared to the Eight Great Worlds."

"There is even an unbroken orthodox inheritance like the Youming Sacred Sect. The level of martial arts here is higher than that of the Eight Great Worlds."

She looked around: "This place is so rich in aura, and there are many natural and earthly treasures, and the resources are much richer than those in the Eight Great Worlds."

Ah Hu looked at the two sides in the battle: "One of the troops, the advance and retreat are dispatched in an orderly manner, it seems that there is a bit of an army formation..."

Yan Zhaoge didn't speak, he also felt the same.

I saw a group of armored warriors gathered together. Although the cultivation level was not outstanding, they formed a formation, with blood surging, attacking the enemy as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top.

Everyone's power is concentrated in one place, and quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, which is clearly a joint display of some kind of powerful battle formation.

Thousands of body-refining fighters formed a battle formation, united in one place, and defeated a group of enemies at the master level on the opposite side!

On the other side, there is a great master martial artist, and the power is sweeping, even a thousand-man battle formation cannot resist it.

But in this army formation, there are not only body-training fighters, but also a large number of martial arts masters.

Under their guidance, the battle formation exerted stronger strength, and at the same time fed back to these grandmaster warriors, the two sides worked together to fight against the great grandmaster opponent in front of them.

There is more than one battle formation like this. Under the command of the leader, several battle formations are combined together, and their strength is constantly superimposed and growing.

Although the strength of the battle formation is limited, the opponent is no more than a grand master at the level of Yunling, and he was suddenly pushed back by the torrent of steel.

On one side of the army, there are also great masters and strong men leading the army, and there are battle formations to help each other.

Yan Zhaoge watched this scene calmly.

The higher the level of cultivation, the harder it will be for those who try to rely on numbers to win.

Because there are not many battle formations that can accommodate hundreds of martial arts experts.

Don't talk about Wu Sheng,

It is difficult for great masters to form a joint force.

It seems that it is rare for him to break through the formation of Taiyi and combine the strength of Yan Di, Old Man Mo and other four people to fight against the Balrog.

But Taiyi broke through the queue and only four people stood up.

However, when everyone's level is relatively low, a huge number of low-cultivation warriors form a group, and it is indeed possible to make up for the gap in cultivation realm with numbers. This scene is the best interpretation.

Scanning the audience, Yan Zhaoge's gaze suddenly narrowed slightly: "Huh? I'm happy to open the door, it went smoother than I expected..."

The situation was not clear, even the identities of the two warring parties were not clarified, Yan Zhaoge originally had no intention of intervening, and only waited for the fighting to subside for a while, and randomly grabbed someone to inquire about the news.

But when he took a closer look, he suddenly saw a middle-aged man in black.

Although the middle-aged man in black was already at the level of a grand master, there was also a leader of the grand master in armor who looked like a school lieutenant staring at him.

Outnumbered, this black-clothed middle-aged man was in immediate distress. When Yan Zhaoge spotted him, he was being stabbed in the chest by someone!

The reason for attracting Yan Zhaoge's attention was that this person's clothes and attire were clearly the same as that of the Dark Sect warrior Liang Zhi who died in the Dragon Tomb.

This is likely to be a dark sect warrior as well.

On the battlefield, facing the enemy's army formation, the side of the dark sect warriors had already begun to be defeated and fled separately.

The middle-aged man in black was shot and fell to the ground. A young man in brocade clothes beside him was shocked when he saw this, and hurried forward to pick him up, then turned around and ran away.

Seeing that the opponents began to collapse, the armored army also dispersed, and began to chase and kill the fleeing enemies. For them, the opponent's level was meritorious service.

The young man in brocade clothes fled all the way with the middle-aged man in black on his back, crossing mountains and ridges.

He didn't know how long he had been fleeing, but there was no one in front of him. Just as he wanted to stop to catch his breath, a thunderous sound suddenly sounded behind him.

The young man in brocade clothes looked back in amazement, and saw a group of armored warriors leading a team led by a great master, who had already caught up.

The other party looked at the middle-aged man in black behind him, with a smile on his face: "The traitor of the Dark Sect is worth more than other traitors."

The enemy's iron hooves came in front of him in an instant, and the young man in brocade clothes turned pale, and his eyes showed despair: "Am I going to die here today?"

Just as he was thinking in his heart, his eyes flashed.

Those warriors in armor also had a blur before their eyes, but they found that there was a handsome young man in a white robe and a black-edged blue shirt in the mountain forest, standing in front of their target.

The swords and guns in their hands fell, and the other party did not move at all, but stood quietly with their hands behind their backs.

The next moment, all the armored warriors flew out backwards, spurting blood from their mouths, and died.

Yan Zhaoge's expression was as usual, he turned his head to look at the middle-aged man in black who was seriously injured and unconscious, and then shifted his gaze to the young man in brocade who was still a bit confused: "Are you also the descendant of the Dark Sect?" (To be continued. )8 For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy