Chapter 611 Tonggui Ridge (Part 9)

After confirming that there was no threat for the time being, Li Yan accelerated again.

The only person following behind him was Wu Ye, who had been silent all the time. Seeing that Li Yan's speed had slowed down, his spiritual power surged, and he accelerated at the same time, and he actually followed closely.

Even if the monks attacked in teams, they were very different from the army attacks of mortals. The distance between two soldiers in the mortal army was often only five or six feet, or even closer.

The monks were fast and had a large attack range, so even if they were marching in formation, when they were approaching the enemy, they would consciously keep at least fifty feet away from others in front, behind, left, and right to avoid being affected by each other.

Even if there were only a hundred people, they would be very powerful if they were deployed horizontally in an instant.

If they were monks who were good at combined attacks, they would maintain the most comfortable attack distance for themselves. A distance of two hundred miles.

Both the north and south sides rushed forward, and in just five breaths, Li Yan was the first to collide with the other monk, like the tip of an arrow, surrounded by enemies on three sides.

Before these monks had time to surround Li Yan, the monks behind him also rushed over like meteors, and the battle reached its peak in an instant. The explosion sound that had just subsided rang out again.

Shouts, curses, screams, and the sound of magic weapons colliding resounded throughout the world in just an instant.

Groups of red, green, purple, or blue light balls shuttled through the air, and the next moment they would collide with the target with a dull or sharp whistle.

Facing the head-on fight between Li Yan and his men, the more than 20 demon soldiers who were five miles behind and controlling the monks from the South China Sea were a little surprised.

"Does the monk from Fengliang Mountain want to commit suicide?"

Although they were all foundation-building monks, the direct confrontation between more than 300 monks on both sides was earth-shaking and full of rosy clouds.

The one who fought with Li Yan was a young monk from the South China Sea. The moment he saw the figures of Li Yan and the others, his eyes immediately turned into two dark black holes, and he immediately fell into madness.

Seeing Li Yan rushing towards him, the monk suddenly raised his body and soared into the sky. Li Yan rushed forward, bent his elbows and pushed forward, and hit the air with one elbow.

The monk in the sky, with his hands spread out like a roc, flashing golden sharp rays between his hands, raised his arms, and suddenly his hands turned into a pair of bronze monster claws.

On the hands covered with scales, the fingers were like iron hooks, and there was a blue light jumping between the five fingers. The hands were pulled from the arms, "sizzle..." Ten blue thin lines came out of the claws, and crossed and slashed towards the back of Li Yan's head.

Li Yan below just leaned forward and bent his elbows to hit the air. In the bloodthirsty eyes of the monks in the sky, ten blue thin lines intertwined with each other, forming a cross iron net, and instantly cut on the back of Li Yan's head.

The airborne monk was in a state of madness, but this state could stimulate his bloodthirsty nature, and excitement flashed in his eyes.

But before he could be happy, a figure appeared above his head like a ghost, just higher up in the air.

It was Li Yan, with a blank expression on his face, his body suddenly sank down, and he still elbowed down, but this time it was from top to bottom, using the momentum of his body falling.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the excitement in the monk's eyes had not disappeared, and his entire head had turned into a puff of blood mist, exploding in the air.

Li Yan's speed was amazing, and the tip of his elbow hit the opponent's top of the head heavily, and until then, the afterimage of Li Yan below slowly disappeared.

After killing the opponent, Li Yan's figure flashed, and he was in front of another South Sea monk, and he didn't even pay attention to the storage bag on the monk just now.

He had been in Fengliang Mountain for some time, so he knew that the magic weapons and spirit stones in the storage bags of these Nanhai monks were pitifully few, and they had been almost looted by the demon cultivators.

Even if the demon cultivators were interested in a good life magic weapon, they would sacrifice their cultivation to take it away.

The cultivator just now should be just a physical cultivator, a physical cultivator who cultivates with the power of monsters, swallowing the refined monster core and cultivating a method similar to the domineering body of a monster.

This physical cultivator should be cultivating some kind of raptor monster method, and they usually don't use magic weapons, of course, if there is a magic weapon that they like.

Li Yan's killing was incredibly fast this time, and he didn't give the demon cultivators behind him a chance to react, let alone let this cultivator self-destruct immediately when he saw the situation was not good.

Although the demon cultivators behind him had received the order to attack at all costs, and also let them fully activate the order of the prohibition on the Nanhai monk, they couldn't let the monk self-destruct right away.

Besides, it is not possible for a cultivator to mobilize his spiritual power to self-destruct in an instant. It still takes one to two breaths.

Now the demon army has been fighting with the Fengliangshan cultivators for a while. The Fengliangshan cultivators have long been extremely vigilant about this. As long as they are not tightly entangled by the opponent or are seriously injured, they can still escape from the explosion range.

At the moment when Li Yan fought with the opponent, the cultivators behind him also found their opponents.

Wu Ye followed closely behind Li Yan. When a woman in her thirties was about to surround Li Yan, she was intercepted by him. The originally beautiful face of the female cultivator was distorted at this time, and her eyes were no longer clear.

Although she was already crazy, her fighting instinct was not lost at all. She sensed the moment when her aura was locked by Wu Ye.

A flute in her hand was quickly placed on her lips, and an invisible sound wave attacked Wu Ye. Wu Ye chose this female cultivator because she saw that she had also reached the realm of false pill perfection and posed a great threat to his side.

At this time, he didn't care that the other party was once a monk from the Desolate Moon Continent, and she was a female cultivator. The monk who was banned was no different from a murderous puppet.

Wuye waved the bamboo stick in his hand lightly, and a shadow of the stick appeared in front of him. There was a crisp "ding" sound, and a dark light flashed like a poisonous snake on the stick shadow, and it was swung away. .

Wuye's speed increased sharply again, and a circle of staff shadows in front of him seemed to be closed to protect his whole body.

"Ding, ding, ding..." A series of sounds continued to sound, and dark lights were continuously knocked away by the shadow of the stick. At first, it was just a sound. When Wuye took the second step, the impact sounds were connected into one, as dense as rain.

The female cultivator's flute also changed from an inaudible whimper at the beginning to a high-pitched whistle in a short period of time.

Wu Ye's forward figure was also slightly sluggish, and the dark light in front of his eyes was like a tide. He was forced to stop for a moment, and at this time, Li Yan had already killed one person and dodged toward another person.

There were also a series of sounds of clothes piercing the air on both sides of Wuye, and several more figures had surpassed him and pounced on the crowd on the opposite side.

Seeing Li Yan's success and someone rushing forward ahead of him, Wu Ye frowned, holding the staff in one hand, and quietly patted the storage bag on his waist with the other hand, and a green shadow rushed out from the side of the shadow of the staff like lightning. .

At this time, there was only about twenty feet between him and the female cultivator. The female cultivator opposite was holding the flute in her hand, and her whole body was filled with spiritual energy. Suddenly, her figure swayed and she left the place.

There was a sharp "whoosh" sound, and a long red core penetrated the place where the female cultivator was standing, but it was empty.

Then, a long green snake appeared there, staring at the female cultivator a few feet away with a pair of cold eyes.

With just this moment of buffering, Wuye rushed in front of the female cultivator in a flash. Although his movement skills were not as good as Li Yan's, he was still among the top at the same level.

Suddenly, the bamboo stick in his hand was raised from bottom to top towards the female cultivator's lower abdomen. The female cultivator moved the flute down, the sticks and flutes intersected, and with a "bang" sound, the two of them shook their bodies, and their cultivation level was unexpectedly in Between half a catty and eight liang.

The figure of the female cultivator took advantage of this force to float backwards. While floating backward, the female cultivator also patted the storage bag, and a fist-sized black earthen jar appeared behind her.

The black earthen jar looks quite ugly, like a beggar catching rain to quench his thirst. There are unknown dirt on it, like a loser dog, with spots on it.

When the black earthen jar flew behind the female cultivator's head, the bottom of the jar was facing upwards, and the dirty brown mouth was facing downwards. The spots squirmed, and a stench sprayed diagonally downwards, hitting the female cultivator herself.

The moment the stench appeared, the space behind the female cultivator fluctuated, and a long green snake emerged from the shaking of its tail, and it was about to take a bite.

In a big mouth, the sharp teeth are now

It was only two inches away from the female cultivator's shoulder. The moment the stench came out, the long green snake quickly retreated, shaking its head constantly, and it was already a little shaky in flight.

Neither the female cultivator nor Wuye seemed to notice this. The female cultivator reacted so quickly, which was beyond Wuye's expectation.

Just now, from the first attack of "Jade Phosphorus Snake" released by the opponent, to his sudden close attack, and at the same time commanding the "Jade Phosphorus Snake" to hide and sneak attack again, it was all completed in one breath.

The female cultivator who seemed to have lost her mind was so rich in combat experience that she was able to defeat Wu Ye's three killing moves just by instinct.

This made Wuye's original idea of ​​quickly solving his opponent come to nothing.

All the monks on Li Yan's side knew that in this fight with the opponent, they must strike with all their strength and fight quickly.

Now they have no danger to defend, and the number of monks has been greatly reduced. They are almost in a two-on-one situation, not to mention that there are also many demon cultivators involved.

In one-on-one situations, they may not be opponents of the demonic cultivators, so they wanted to kill some of the other cultivators first and take the opportunity to restore the situation.

In fact, this is already the last resort. If the other party gives Li Yan and the others half more effort, they can at least deploy many small formations at the original position. Under the interlocking links, they can also take advantage of the situation to defend. Compared with now, The battle situation is much better.

But the demon race has too much experience in fighting. They continue to invade one interface after another. They are simply not comparable to the comfortable monks of the Desolate Moon Continent.

The demon army will use its proficiency in various battle formations to attack from both distance and close range.

If the "Thunder Thunder" were not so powerful, the aftermath could have caused a large number of casualties to the monks. If the demon cultivators did not retreat, Li Yan and the others might not even have time to fly out of the gravel mountain.

But such a quick decision can only be imagined, except for people like Li Yan and Gong Yuantai who have fought against the demons and are mentally prepared.

Wuye, these monks who were fighting against the demonic cultivators for the first time, had underestimated. At least they underestimated the combat power of the Nanhai cultivators who had lost their minds, so most of the cultivators fell into a deadlock and struggled hard from the beginning.

Under the stimulation of the ban, these Nanhai monks are constantly stimulating the potential in their bodies at all times. At this time, their sensory sensitivity and spiritual power operation have reached their peak, and they are more sensitive to external stimulation.

However, this situation cannot last forever. Every moment they are using their own longevity to stimulate stimulation. For half a stick of incense at most, the weak Nanhai monks will age and die without being attacked by the other party.

A strong monk will not be able to survive a stick of incense, but this time is enough to kill or consume the Fengliang Mountain monks.

Wu Ye means that he has stepped into a cognitive misunderstanding invisibly.