Wei Canghai turned around, his eyes were full of anger, and roared at the white jade throne, "Bai Xiaobai, I'll kill you!" ”

Bai Xiaobai glanced at it lightly: "Venerable White Lotus, open the Mirror Technique, let everyone in the world see how my Gu Sect killed the six elders of the Confucian and Taoist Venerable Palace here today." ”

When Venerable White Lotus heard this, his mana immediately fluctuated, and the mirrors flashed with strange brilliance.

Kendo Sect, Snow Flower Holy Land, Confucian Taoist Palace, Wind Kingdom......

One picture after another is shown, it is the picture of Yun Mo being trapped, and the six elders of the Confucian and Taoist Palace facing Bai Xiaobai.

Wei Canghai also calmed down at this time, and sneered: "Bai Xiaobai, it's not enough to lose face in the Gu Gate, you still want to lose face to the entire Shiwei Realm, since this is the case, I will fulfill you." ”

"Then it's up to who's disgraced." Bai Xiaobai raised his hand.

Boom, the battle is on the verge of breaking out.

……

Around the swamp new city, a moat has been dug out by the coalition forces of the micro realm, and countless fierce and bloodthirsty spirit beasts have been released in the river, as long as anyone passes through the river, they will inevitably be torn to pieces.

From time to time, strange big birds flew in the air, with the body and claws of a lion, and the head and wings of an eagle, and let out bursts of mournful birdsong. A red-headed falcon flew up from the city wall, like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it was high in the sky, but its speed was fast, and the speed of those strange big birds was even faster, and one big bird opened its mouth full of fangs and bit the falcon's head, and almost at the same moment, the other big bird also bit the falcon's stomach, and the poor falcon did not have time to let out a scream, and was torn into two pieces alive, and the internal organs and red blood spilled down.

Above the city, a gorgeously dressed middle-aged monk stroked his beard with satisfaction, looked at the big birds, and said, "It's worthy of a griffin, even if it's only a beginner young beast stage, it already has such a terrifying speed. ”

He turned around, looked at the young man beside him who was full of grief and loneliness, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Don't feel distressed, boy, with these griffins, your falcon will be useless, besides, in the next big war, you, the falcon that serves as a reconnaissance, must be the first to be killed, if you die in the hands of those strange insects and Gu Sect, I am afraid it will be ten thousand times more painful than now." ”

It took three full years to come up with a red-headed falcon, and then he nodded reluctantly, but there was still sadness in his eyes that could not be concealed.

The middle-aged monk smiled, pointed to the arrow pavilions and the eight huge rune cannons on this city wall, and said, "In the next battle, not to mention that you are a small low-level soldier of the Wind Kingdom, even I, a cultivator of the Holy Sword Gate's Breaking Period, are like a drop of water and a grain of sand, and in front of the battle, individuals are small and humble. ”

At this moment, a young sword cultivator with a long sword on his back walked over, followed by seven or eight bigwigs of the Four Holy Lands.

Everyone around them bowed their heads.

After the group walked by, the young cultivator asked, "What about that person just now?" ”

The middle-aged monk smiled self-deprecatingly, "How can the spiritual void power be the same?" A war, to put it bluntly, still depends on these strategic powerhouses in the end, and the one just now, but Lord Ah Zhe of the Sword Dao Sect, not to mention that most of the monks in this new city are at his disposal, just talking about his cultivation, he has already reached the middle stage of the Spirit Void Realm! If we are a grain of dispensable sand, then he is a sand dune capable of devouring people! ”

The young cultivator was amazed in his heart, and for some reason he remembered Yun Mo, and subconsciously asked, "What about Sect Master Yun Moyun?" ”

The middle-aged monk was slightly stunned and said, "Sect Master Yun, if you really want to find an analogy, he's probably just an overwhelming sandstorm, right?" ”

Saying that, he shook his head, a little sighing, and a little lost, along the way of the sword, the holy sword gate where he was located has always been a holy place in the minds of countless sword cultivators, but now, because the sword path sect has produced a sword cultivator Yun Mo who defies the sky, this supreme honor has been quietly taken away by the sword path sect.

There is a saying in the secular world called Thirty years in Hedong and Thirty years in Hexi, and this sentence also makes sense in the cultivation world, but maybe the span of time will be longer.

The spirit void is powerful, and the longevity can reach a thousand years, that is to say, if nothing else, in the next thousand years, Yun Mo will firmly sit at the head of the sword path.

If the Holy Sword Sect wants to regain its past honors, it must climb over the mountain of Yunmo.

"It's so hard!" The middle-aged monk sighed softly, and when he came to the edge of the city wall, he was suddenly stunned, and there was a faint strange smell in the swamp in front of him.

He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Take Hawkeye!" ”

The young monk was slightly stunned, and hurriedly took a jade box and handed it over.

This eagle eye is naturally not an ordinary eagle's eye, but a magic weapon commonly used on the battlefield to expand the field of vision, usually in the shape of a hemispherical shape, cast by transparent glass, and engraved with a vision enhancement rune array, even if it is dozens of miles away, it will be completely visible.

The middle-aged monk put the palm-sized eagle eye in front of him, looked through the glass, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted fiercely, "Alert, alert!" ”

However, at this moment, there was a terrible birdsong from the sky, and then hundreds of griffons cried uneasily at the same time, and everyone in the city and the city followed the sound, and suddenly saw a large hall with a chest in the air, and countless monks rushed towards the hall like waves.

The young monk's eyes widened, "This, what's going on?" ”

"The people of the Gu Gate!" The middle-aged monk's face sank, and he shouted, "Prepare to meet the enemy!" ”

As soon as his words fell, he heard a loud bang, and the city walls under his feet trembled, and the dust in the cracks of the city wall fell, but it was a cultivator who fired the cannon first.

The rune cannon is a sharp weapon for defending the city, especially the batch that the Kendo Sect transported to the new city this time, whether it is the specification, the process or the power, it is a big cut beyond the previous rune cannon for defending the city, and the three cannonballs weighing thousands of catties flew with a terrifying sound of breaking the air, flying towards the countless Gu Sect cultivators in mid-air.

The thousands of monks guarding this section of the wall finally reacted, either panicked or entered a fighting state.

Shouting, shouting, running, screaming, striking, striking, strings, countless chaotic voices rang out.

However, at this moment, a majestic voice suddenly sounded in the field.

"It's an illusion, don't panic!"

This voice was blessed with spiritual power, and it drowned out the noise in the room.

Everyone followed the sound and saw a young sword cultivator with a long sword on his back stepping on the void, standing at the head of the city, his waist straight, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

During this time, this young man, as the commander of the new city, traveled to every corner of the new city, saw the placement point of each rune cannon, inspected every arrow pavilion, and treated all of them equally, whether it was the power of the Spirit Void Realm or the low-level cultivators in the foundation building period.

This kind of equal treatment is not that kind of cowardice, but completely from the heart.

So the whole new city, no matter who it was, was full of affection for this young man.

Seeing this young man come forward, everyone's hearts slowly settled down.

The gunners, who were frantically reloading their ammunition, stopped moving, the archers slowly loosened their bowstrings, and the monks running around the walls stopped.

The cannonballs of the three rune cannons hit the crowd and the temple, and they drilled through without hindrance.

It was finally determined that all of this was a mirage-like illusion.

So where is the origin of these illusions? Why is it here?

A luminous powerhouse took a breath: "This is the art of mirroring, this is a mirror image, not an illusion, everything that happens here is true." ”

Just when everyone was puzzled, in the mirror, a person suddenly flew out of the magnificent temple.

Bright red blood spurted from his mouth, and the man's entire body smashed to the ground like a rag doll, rolled a few times, and then stopped moving.

A cultivator from the Confucian Dao Venerable Palace shouted in panic, "Elder Yuxi?!" ”

"Elder Yuxi is dead?"

"God, is this in the Gu Gate?" (..)