Those large and small formations emitted dazzling light, causing bursts of palpitating energy fluctuations, and in all corners of the formation that stimulated, there were clansmen standing in twos and threes.

At this time, they were holding apricot yellow flags in their hands, gritting their teeth and desperately urging mana to infuse them into the array.

On the light shield of the formation, countless tiny sword rays suddenly shot out, and they swam swiftly towards the fierce battle crowd like schools of colorful fish.

"Ahh

A clansman's eyes were full of horror, the magic weapon in his hand was pierced and smashed, and he was quickly cut and torn by the wisps of sword light, and blood sprayed on the ground.

But this was just the beginning, and many people who were fighting were disrupted by the sudden formation attack, and they were scrambling to deal with the magic weapons one by one.

Puff puff puff......

His body was pierced by small sword lights one after another, his clothes were covered with scarlet blood, and one after another Qi cultivators fell to the ground weakly.

Many clansmen loyal to Ao Feng used their magic power to urge the talismans in their hands, and they hit out one after another.

Some talismans were bubbling with hot flames, and the moment they came into contact with the opponent's magic weapon, they burst into flames, and the rumbling sound filled the eardrums.

Others carried crackling blue thunder and lightning, and severely injured people to the ground, convulsed all over their bodies, and emitted black smoke that was scorched by electricity.

In the crowd, a man in a blue and white robe stared at the situation in front of him, his eyebrows vaguely similar to Zhang Aofeng, and he held a slender long sword in his hand.

And beside him, there were several young men standing side by side, almost all of them with solemn faces and high tension on their nerves.

"Feng Qing, it seems that the situation on our side is very good. ”

There was a hint of relief in his voice, and a man with thin cheeks smiled.

"Don't be careless, you all know what tonight means for our vein. The young man in the blue and white robe said coldly.

His name is Zhang Fengqing, he is Zhang Aofeng's eldest son, and as a second-generation clansman, he is undoubtedly very senior.

"Ouch......" Another man with a mole on the corner of his mouth looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh from his mouth.

"Gou Yan, are you soft-hearted?"

Zhang Fengqing glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye, and snorted coldly.

"Really...... Do you want to do this......" Zhang Gouyan listened to the screams of the clansmen from time to time, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a helpless wry smile.

"Don't be stupid, there's no way back. Zhang Fengqing stared at the scene of the battle not far away, and his cold tone contained determination.

"Do you think that my father has changed so much, and when I see him in private, I feel so strange. ”

The thin-cheeked man frowned and whispered as if he had thought of something.

"Yi Ang, shut your mouth!" Zhang Feng said sharply, his face showing anger, "As heirs, how can we talk about our father. ”

Hearing his eldest brother's scolding, Zhang Yiang's thin lips trembled, and then fell into silence.

"I just hope it's all over soon. Zhang Gouyan said softly.

Hearing this, the corners of Zhang Fengqing's mouth hooked up a blade-like arc, "Over? Okay, then let's add another fire." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a yellow talisman from his bosom and pinched it with two fingers and placed it in front of his eyes.

"It's time, two. Zhang Fengqing glanced at the few people beside him and said in a deep voice.

Hearing the words of the leader man, the two people beside him knew what to do next, and they also took out the yellow talisman from their arms.

At this time, Zhang Fengjiu, who was floating in the sky, looked down at the audience, and his face changed when he saw the talisman taken out by the three people.

"It's a talisman that can change the Yellow Turban Lux, and it's three at once, it seems that Ao Feng has taken advantage of hostile forces over the years. ”

Zhang Fengjiu's eyes were a little dignified, as he was crawling in the cultivation realm back then, he knew the value of this kind of talisman very well in his heart.

One is a Yellow Turban Warrior, and the strength of his strength is divided according to the grade of the talisman refined.

Looking at this talisman, it still belongs to the second-grade level, and the Yellow Turban Lux that has changed has the strength of the early stage of foundation building, and is worth 30,000 spirit stones in the cultivation market.

Zhang Qingfeng and the three of them used all their mana to inject into it, and on their backs, there were several people who continuously pushed mana to them.

In fact, it is also, after all, it is a Yellow Turban wrestler who can transform into a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and it is difficult to meet his requirements with the mana of a ninth-level cultivator who cultivates qi alone, and it requires the joint efforts of many people.

The yellow talisman clamped between Zhang Qingfeng and the others suddenly bloomed with dazzling golden light, and they shouted loudly after a while.

"Go!"

Three yellow talismans flew forward, and then changed into tall human shapes at a speed visible to the naked eye, wisps of golden light emerging outward.

"Born to fight!"

The voice is low, but especially sonorous.

The golden-armored giants with a height of nearly five meters had an indifferent face, and they stepped out, shaking the stones on the ground and jumping slightly, exuding a solemn majesty.

Several clansmen were urging magic weapons in their hands, and for a while, all kinds of spell attacks smashed on the approaching Yellow Turban wrestlers.

Rumble......

The smoke from the explosion billowed out, and when it cleared, the three yellow turban wrestlers in golden armor were almost unharmed.

They swung their fists and threw them out, and the clansmen couldn't dodge, and they were knocked to the ground by the sandbag-sized fists, vomiting blood and falling into a coma.

"Born to fight!"

A sonorous and powerful roar came out of his mouth, and the three Yellow Turban wrestlers took steps in everyone's field of vision, rushing into the already scattered crowd like beating a heavy drum.

Many sharp flying swords dragged the tail light, swishing the body of the yellow turban wrestler, and the sparks splashed in the air.

But these attacks, for these three golden armored giants, can cause no obvious damage.

The thick arm swept away, and the sonorous sound was heard in the ear, and the flying sword was blasted away by the huge force, and fell to the ground obliquely.

"It doesn't work!"

Someone shouted when he saw this, and his voice revealed despair.

Soon, he was knocked several feet away by the smashing fist, and his whole body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"Poof!" the man twitched, blood spurted from his mouth, and then his eyes turned out and he passed out.

When many people saw this scene, their hearts were gradually filled with fear.

"It can't go on like this. Zhang Fengjiu said with an anxious face, and then his heart moved, and he clicked on the transsonic icon and dragged it to the selected person.

"Haomeng! Where are you dead? Why don't you give Lao Tzu the three Yellow Turban Warriors!"

Zhang Haomeng, who was far away, had just kicked away a ninth-level Qi cultivator when he heard a familiar voice in his ears.

"Dad!" he was stunned for a moment, and at this time, those tiny sword rays in his field of vision emerged from the formation light shield, surging from the ground, making the scalp tingle like a downpour.

Zhang Haomeng's whole body burst out with a fierce momentum, and his right hand pinched the trick.

Boom!

A huge golden bell burst out with light, rising from the ground and enveloping it firmly.

The tiny sword light like a school of colorful fish bombarded the golden giant bell, and there was a panicked explosion.

"Dad, it's not that I won't go, it's that these formations of our family are too annoying, so I'll go later!" Zhang Hao gritted his teeth and said.

Zhang Fengjiu's face was ugly, and he turned his gaze to the other side, and Zhang Shaotian, who was a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, was also entangled by a series of talismans.

And he also has to deal with the surrounding formation attacks, which can be described as a lot of pressure.

"Damn, it's not good to go on like this. Zhang Fengjiu looked at the scene below, his eyes solemn.