In the sky, countless flying brute beasts blew a cold wind and swept away, and their direction was the largest city in Qinghe County!

There, the most advanced forces of the current territory have been gathered, and once it is destroyed, the county will inevitably fall.

Some monks stepped on their flying swords and swam in mid-air, and dense black shadows were overwhelming from the sky, and they were overwhelmingly breathless when they looked at it from afar.

If you look at it, it's all flying brutes!

"How can there be so many?" said the monks, stunned as they watched all this.

An unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly filled my heart.

"Quick...... Inform everyone!"

One of them was so frightened that the mana in his body was almost disordered, and after he managed to stabilize himself, he hissed and shouted.

Immediately afterward, all the monks hurriedly harnessed their flying swords and drove desperately towards the rear.

"Report to the prince! A large number of flying brute beasts have appeared in the north of the city, and they have now launched an attack!"

An attendant fell to his knees on one knee and clenched his fists.

King Weining's eyes sank, he knew that the next battle would definitely be the key to survival.

"Pass my orders! The whole city has entered the highest combat state!"

The loud voice resounded in my ears with determination.

"Yes!"

The attendant said in a solemn voice.

Soon, this large city, which is comparable to the core, fell into turmoil.

At this moment, all the monks had no choice but to participate in the battle, and their enemy was the flying beast in the sky, with no end in sight.

The dense black shadows cover the sky and the sun, giving people the illusion that it is evening.

Yichenzi held the glass sword tightly in his hand, his eyes were sharp and he looked at the black shadows all over the sky, and his body was full of snow-white sword intent, flowing as quickly as mountains and rivers.

The whole person flew towards the sky, stepped on the flying sword and broke through the wind, the sword technique in his hand was fierce and treacherous, and countless bright sword lights bloomed.

Soon, some flying beasts rushed straight at him, and the pitch-black wings stirred up the violent air current, turning into black rainbows and disappearing in a flash.

Yichenzi's expression was cold, the rapid air flow blew the hair on his forehead, and the sword technique in his hand changed extremely quickly, calmly controlling the flying sword below.

A flash of white light appeared, green blood soared, and the next moment, white light was all over the sky!

Puff puff puff......

The cloth-clothed man was like a sword master, holding a glass sword and slaughtering desperately, black feathers fluttering, and bloody pieces of flesh flying all over the sky.

The elders and disciples of the Spirit Sword Pavilion also hurriedly joined in this battle, their feet on the flying swords and rushed away, and soon waves of flying brute beasts attacked them.

The monks below also realized that this time was different, and if they were defeated, this Qinghe County would really be finished.

They gritted their teeth and fought with the beasts flying from the sky with magic weapons in hand.

The sound of rushing and killing shook the heavens and the earth, and the smoke of gunpowder was everywhere, and the rumbling sound was continuous.

In one place, hundreds of monks dressed in purple were also in the middle of a fight.

Yan Chun's hands were holding a stick with a dark green body, his whole body was full of momentum, and his face showed a fearless color.

Blazing flames erupted from the mouths of several Flying Beasts of the Second Realm, forming a mighty wave of flames that rumbled down, as if to completely incinerate everything underneath.

Yan Chun shouted loudly: "Beast!

As soon as he stepped out, the whole person rose into the sky with sticks in both hands, and the mana all over his body was poured violently, constantly swinging and bursting out countless stick shadows in the sky!

The gray shadow of the stick tore through the air around it, like a net of heaven and earth, and extinguished the blazing flames in unison.

Bang bang bang......

The sound of dense killings sounded, and several flying beasts were hit by long sticks on their bodies, and their mouths let out a terrible chirping sound.

Yan Chun exerted all the strength of his body, and each stick almost broke the bones and joints of the enemy beast, which was extremely powerful.

In the distance.

Shangguan Ruhong and the others also struggled to kill the beasts that flew in.

They didn't expect that this beast tide would be so terrifying, and Qinghe County had reached the critical point of destruction.

A group of monks in battle armor slashed and killed the incoming flying beasts with their long swords, and their bodies were full of murderous aura.

Among them, King Weining clenched a heavy Panlong halberd in both hands, and his eyes flashed coldly.

I saw him wielding the Panlong Halberd with his powerful force, like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves, cutting down one enemy beast after another.

The black cloak on his shoulders, the sound of hunting.

The other side.

One hundred and fifty monks attacked with magic weapons in their hands to resist the beast tide this time.

On their waists, there is a jade pendant tied to it, and the word "Zhang" is brilliant.

Zhang Zixian held the clear space ruler in his hand, and flew out of the sky vertically and horizontally, and the golden light was dazzling.

He jumped onto a flying brute beast and slashed a narrow ruler light that pierced through directly, and before the surrounding flying brute beasts could rush in, he was on tiptoe, and his body rushed towards the other end.

Whenever it falls on the back of the enemy beast, the clear space ruler in his hand will be decisively cut out, and with the treachery of his body, it is difficult for other enemy beasts to touch him at all.

In the sky, an elegant man with an imposing attitude like a teaching gentleman, his body landed like a ghost on a flying brute, and every time he left, the enemy beasts in his place would fall in unison.

The clear space ruler in his hand was sharp and piercing when it pierced the air, and the narrow golden ruler flashed by.

"These flat-feathered birds are crazy!"

After Zhang Haomeng killed a flying brute beast with one punch, he looked at the dense black shadows in the sky and couldn't help but scold.

He was covered in golden light, and his whole body rose from the ground, turning into a golden rainbow and rushing away.

Everywhere the fists of countless rays of light went, there were strong air currents, and the sky was pounding and thumping.

A large flying brute flapped its wings, its eyes pitch black, and on closer inspection, there was a faint red light in the middle.

On the top of his head, the red hair danced like a bright red flame, and both wings were covered with cold feathers.

A breath of the peak of the second realm erupted from his body.

It pointed its spearhead at this human being covered in golden light, and in its dark eyes, the red light was abundant.

On the pitch-black wings, the thick Yuan Force filled it, exuding terrifying power fluctuations.

Countless black feathers shot out from the wings like sharp blades, and they were densely inclined like heavy rain.

Zhang Hao caught a glimpse of this scene and quickly turned around to dodge.

The dense black feathers that were like heavy rain whizzed and flew on the floor tiles, exploding countless explosions and filling the sky with dust.

A flash of golden light appeared, and then rushed out.

Zhang Haomeng's arms moved, bulging muscles as strong as iron balls, up and down his body, revealing a fierce and incomparable momentum.

The flying beast aimed at him, and its wings shot out countless dense black feathers again, and ripples rippled in the air.

"Phew!"

Zhang Hao's tongue burst into spring thunder, and he waved his fists and hit them in unison, the fist momentum was amazing, and the fist rainbow was like a golden river, surging and rushing up.

The two collided, and a huge air flow erupted.

The black feather was defeated again and again, and countless fists wrapped in golden light were approaching the flying brute at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Haomeng's resolute face showed a red-hot fighting spirit.

The flying brute realized that something was wrong, and it flapped its wings to pull away.

"Die!"

A loud shout rang out like thunder.

Zhang Haomeng had already deceived himself, and threw out countless fists, like a madman beating a drum, and punched the body of this flying beast.

The crackling sound of bones crackling, waves of qi came out, and the flesh floated like waves with each blow.

Zhang Hao's body twisted violently, and he swept out a whip leg in the air.

Boom!

Directly knocked this dying flying beast to the ground.

Thundered......

Falling on a tall building, the whole huge body sank in, and there was a booming sound of collapse.

Zhang Shaotian's black hair flew wildly, and the thunder all over his body soared, and he raised his hand to shoot out one after another violent thunderbolts, shooting down an enemy beast with its head in the air.

With a single step, his body turned into an arc of electricity, and he rammed through the air.

It's like compiling a power grid to scorch and kill all the flying beasts.

"That's a lot, are you going to raze this place in one go?"

Zhang Fengjiu floated in the sky, looking at the beast shadows that were constantly rushing around him, and frowned.

Before he came back, he vaguely felt that the crisis that Qinghe County was going to face this time was different, and there was even a more powerful force behind it manipulating the matter.

Compared to the situation here, Anyang County is extremely lucky.

Wandering along the way, he saw many monks fighting bravely, among them, dressed in different costumes, obviously belonging to different forces.

"Is that the monk of the Spirit Sword Pavilion? ”

Zhang Fengjiu looked at the monks dressed in red and white clothes, and said with interest.

"The swordsmanship is skillful, the cooperation is close and orderly, and it is worthy of being the sect of sword cultivation in Qingyun Prefecture. He sighed.

Those monks stepped on the flying sword and desperately poured mana into the sword, and it suddenly became extremely bright and colorful.

With their cooperation together, the long sword in their hands swallowed a long sword ray, and with a flick of their wrists, the sword light and rain sneered through the air.

Overwhelmed with terrifying momentum, he slashed the enemy beasts that tried to rush into the air.

The criss-crossed colorful swords are like a solid and piercing match, cutting every inch of air in the space along the way.

The power of sword cultivation is like this!

Along the way, Zhang Fengjiu overlooked all this from the air, "The Dao Dharma Sect is also here, and there are also people from the Qianji Sect, large and small sects have sent people to support, and there are many scattered cultivators who volunteer to support. ”

"Strange, why aren't there any people from the Taixu Sect?" Zhang Fengjiu said with a puzzled look.

After all, this sect is simply his great enemy, and it is bound to clash again in the future.

But when he went around and around, he couldn't help but feel strange when he didn't find the monks of this sect.

What Zhang Fengjiu didn't know was that the representatives of the monks sent by the Taixu Sect, that is, Elder Xiang and others, had long since lost their bones at this moment.

Not to mention him, the other monks also thought that Elder Xiang and a cadre of monks had successfully escaped from Qinghe County, but they didn't know that they had encountered the barbarian beasts of the Three Realms halfway and died extremely desolately.