The monk looked towards the peak of Tianmen Mountain in the distance.
The sound of fighting could be heard faintly.
The collision of various sword lights and spiritual weapons immediately illuminated the sky with colorful lights of battle.
The sky was dark.
The top of Tianmen Mountain was as bright as day.
There's war going on over there.
The cultivators in Haomiao City who had not been attacked were reluctant to take action.
Some of their fellow disciples had been controlled by the Burning Heaven Sect at some point, and had become unconscious and had become the other side's thugs.
Although it was not voluntary, he stood against them.
The Burning Heaven Sect is truly sinister.
Want them to kill each other.
Their fellow disciples were still alive, but had lost consciousness.
"Senior Brother Gong, what should we do?" A disciple from the Yunshang Sect spoke up.
"Drag it on first."
"We can put it off as long as we can."
By maintaining a stalemate and not taking action, casualties can be temporarily reduced.
Gong Xingle tried to remain calm on the surface, but his thoughts were in a tangle of confusion.
The people from Burning Heaven Sect even still maintained the appearance of the eldest brother and his companions, which was simply disgusting.
Constantly observe the status of the disciples who are under control.
Where have I seen something similar?
Think fast, you stubborn guy!
The two sides want to fight.
You can’t delay it just because you want to.
The initiative is entirely on the side of Burning Heaven Clan.
Seeing the commotion at the top of Tianmen Mountain, Yun Changji said with a hint of impatience, "You're just dragging your feet."
"Since you don't want to attack your fellow disciples, why don't I give you a push?"
The words fell.
Give the order immediately.
"Come on!"
The lifeless-eyed disciple was like a puppet. Upon receiving the order, he immediately moved and rushed towards the disciples from the East Region, but his movements were extremely fast.
The disciples in the Eastern Region felt a tightness in their hearts.
They drew their weapons to defend themselves.
Basically, only defense, not attack.
The sounds of swords and calls continued to ring out.
"Hey, wake up and see who we are!"
“…”
The air was filled with tension and oppression.
suddenly.
A picture flashed through Gong Xingle's mind.
He immediately came to the side of a conscious disciple and said, "Take a few people to the Western Region to check the situation. Look for the people from Baihua Island. They should have elixirs or recipes."
"Just mention the word 'medicine man' to them, and they should know immediately."
The disciple nodded, and Gong Xingle stepped forward to block the attacks of several people. Taking advantage of this, the disciple quickly and quietly left the Eastern Region with several people.
At the gate of Haomiao City.
A purple-robed male cultivator led a group of people into the city.
The monks in the city saw this.
Pupils trembled.
It must be someone from Burning Heaven Sect who has arrived!
The monk who was about to go to the rescue suddenly stopped.
Take out your weapons.
In an instant, they attacked the people at the city gate.
The monk closest to him raised his hand, and a flame rose from his palm, turning into a fire dragon, roaring and pouncing towards the monks at the city gate.
The people at the city gate were not panicked at all.
The purple-robed male cultivator made an 'attack' gesture forward, and the people behind him immediately understood.
Sharp sword energy, blazing flames, and various magical attacks poured down on the monks in the city like a violent storm.
Looking at the panic and fear of the others, the purple-robed male cultivator felt very relieved.
It's been a long time since I've seen such wanton slaughter.
He moved his body and appeared behind a monk like a ghost. He slapped his palm lightly, and the monk was hit hard, spitting blood from his mouth and flying backwards.
Haomiao City instantly fell into chaos.
The air was gradually filled with a strong smell of blood.
…
The person on the chair stood up angrily.
A bunch of useless things.
He couldn't even kill a female cultivator.
hateful!
The opponent was about to lose, but the situation suddenly turned around.
He immediately put his hands on his hips and ordered his men to attack.
"Arrange the formation, attack from three sides, surround them!"
After receiving the order, the monks of Burning Heaven Sect scattered in various places quickly gathered together and adjusted their formation.
On the court.
The three sects in Zhongzhou have a large number of disciples.
There has to be a chance to breathe.
He Shiyan, Xue Yu and others immediately led their own sect disciples to form a battle array.
The enemy has a formation.
They still have it.
Xia Qian looked at Pei Ge and the others. The people from Zhaoyao Peak immediately gathered together. Unlike the sword formations of other sects, each person in the formation had his own duties.
Attack the people from Fentian Sect first.
Xie Zhao, Song Jue and others took action immediately to stop the enemy from forming a battle line.
In an instant.
The sound of fighting rang out again.
The blood gradually stained the clothes red, and wailing and screaming could be heard one after another.
Although the monks fought hard, the internal injuries they suffered during the competition could not be healed in an instant, and the spiritual energy in the dantian of many monks was on the verge of exhaustion.
Gradually falling into a disadvantage.
With a bang.
Xia Qian'an and several others were knocked away.
Fell heavily to the ground.
The golden-winged bird immediately gave up attacking the enemy in front of it and flew forward to protect several people.
Hmm~
Unable to suppress the fishy and sweet taste in his throat, a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth, and Shang Lu's face instantly turned pale as paper.
The golden-winged bird seemed to sense the condition of the pomegranate, and it chirped loudly, with a hint of anxiety and anger in its voice.
Attack the enemy that approaches you fiercely.
Wen Jinning quickly crawled to the side and fed Shang Lu a pill.
Pei Ge gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and energy in his body, and slowly stepped forward, "Can you still hold on?"
After feeling better, Shang Lu slowly said, "Of course."
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