Chapter 107: The Battle of the Protector Sect IV

Suddenly, I saw a faint light shooting in the direction of the hundred sects, it was Senior Brother Jiang. Zhou Moyang's eyes flickered for a while, and he suddenly took off his sword, followed behind Senior Brother Jiang, and approached in the direction of Dragon King Mountain. As a man, he does something and doesn't do anything, the hundred sects are his sects, although Wan Qingping and Ouyang Junxiu are not good to him, but the sect has nothing unkind to him, and Jiang Laozu and the head of the sect are even more tolerant of him.

Zhou Moyang used to be the king of the county and experienced the war, so he naturally has more experience of war than ordinary people. The two armies fought against each other, and life and death depended on fate, although the two parties involved this time were the Xiuzhen Sect. "Soldier, kill decisively!" At this time, this sentence suddenly appeared in Zhou Moyang's mind.

Zhou Moyang's hands trembled slightly, as if he felt the fierceness in his master's heart. Ahead, not far away, the monks of Demon Cloud Ridge were attacking the mountain protection array. "Rolling lava, hurry!" A piece of fire passed through Senior Brother Jiang's hand, as if it was falling from the sky, shooting towards the Demon Cloud Ridge monk.

Two monks were divided among the monks of Demon Cloud Ridge to deal with Senior Brother Jiang, and the rest of the monks still ignored the attack formation. Among the two people separated from the Demon Cloud Ridge, one was against the enemy, and the other swept the formation, only to see one of them pinching a finger, and the ground "boomed", and a thick earthen wall was raised, blocking in front of it, and at the same time, the sleeves of the shirt were swept away, and the wind retreated. "Bang" the fire cloud slammed into the earthen wall, and the earth suddenly collapsed.

Seeing this, Senior Brother Jiang immediately raised his sleeves, and in front of him, the wind and sand swept suddenly, roaring in the sky, forming a thick vortex, and in the vortex, hundreds of wind blades suddenly shot out, each of which cut through the air, giving birth to a leisurely blue light, and "Xiuxiu" hit the other party all over the sky.

The monk who was engaged in the battle of Moyunling was just about to make a move, when suddenly his heart swelled with blood, and he felt bad, almost without thinking, he moved away two zhang away in an instant, and a leisurely blue light had arrived. At the same time, a golden flying sword from behind it shot at the Demon Cloud Ridge monk who swept the formation, hitting his talisman spiritual weapon, making a muffled sound of "dong". The fighting monk avoided Senior Brother Jiang's spell range, and then stared in the direction behind him, only to see a young man in blue who was stretching out his fingers and staring at him with a slight frown.

"What a despicable means!" The Demon Cloud Ridge monk said angrily, the sudden attack almost killed him. Senior Brother Jiang looked at Zhou Moyang, his face was slightly happy, but he had some doubts in his heart, in this case, anyone should run for their lives first.

Zhou Moyang didn't reply, his hand started again, and he couldn't help but say, the dragon head sword turned into a golden light, and directly hit the Demon Cloud Ridge monk who swept the formation. Senior Brother Jiang also did not hesitate to strike again. After a while, facing the two of them, the two Demon Cloud Ridge monks finally gained the upper hand.

At this time, Senior Brother Jiang flicked his fingers, and a spirit weapon as thin as a needle pierced through the void and hit the body of a Demon Cloud Ridge monk. "Ahh The monk screamed miserably, covered the dantian with his hand, glared forward fiercely, and then bit his finger, and a wisp of blood flowed out, forming a talisman seal, and the blood flashed at the moment, enveloping him, and the speed suddenly increased, and he was about to flee.

Senior Brother Jiang wanted to make another move, but it was too late. At this time, Zhou Moyang's eyes flashed, and he stretched out his finger and pointed at the Demon Cloud Ridge monk, and the flying sword shot away, piercing his chest with a sword. The monk's mouth opened slightly, but he didn't spit out the word "escape", and he died.

Seeing this, another monk hurriedly beckoned his fellow disciples to help, and three more monks from Moyunling rushed over. "Senior Brother Jiang, if you don't leave, it's too late!" Zhou Moyang said hurriedly. Senior Brother Jiang shook his head: "I have made up my mind!" Senior brother, let's go, I will succeed in cultivation in the future, remember to avenge my senior brother and the sect! Then he lightly hit Zhou Moyang and pushed him towards the periphery of the sect.

The breeze blew Zhou Moyang's hair, teased his face, and fluttered in front of his eyes. At this time, no one can understand the complexity in his heart. Although he has made up his mind, but when it comes to life and death, perhaps the desire to survive buried in his heart makes him unable to make up his mind. "Senior brother, take care!" Zhou Moyang took a deep breath, looked at Senior Brother Jiang who was getting farther and farther away, and turned his head and ran out.

Over there, the black-clothed man who suddenly appeared in the air restrained more than ten Zhuji monks and Ouyang Yankun of the Hundred Sects with the power of one person, and in the net formed by thunder and lightning, all the monks shot one after another, but the thunder power source continued to be born from the hands of the black-clothed man, even if it was just scattered a little, it immediately recovered. On the other side, the cultivators of the Demon Cloud Ridge Foundation were still consuming the power of the formation, and once the formation was broken, the Hundred Sects would be completely in danger.

"Disciples, please help me." Ouyang Yankun sighed slightly, his face showed a little pale, and his expression was solemn and he threw out a array, and then a flush instantly rose on his face. At that moment, including Ouyang Yankun, the nine cultivators with the highest cultivation actually flew directly in the direction of the man in black. At the same time, Ouyang Yankun kept changing the magic formula, and between breaths, it changed eighty-one times, and with the change of the magic technique, the runes floated out of the array plate strangely, and divided into eight paths, and fell on the bodies of the other eight hundred sect cultivators.

"I can't help myself!" The man in black didn't care about the nine people who ushered in, and as soon as he flicked his sleeves, there were nine transparent sword qi, "Xiu Xiu Xiu" broke through the air and shot towards the nine people. At this moment, the rune light on the nine people flashed slightly, and their respective positions were suddenly reversed, and they were gathered together in an instant, and the nine people shot at the same time, easily destroying one of the sword qi, and the other eight sword qi were completely dodged. Immediately, the figures of the nine people reappeared in the same place.

"Huh" surprise flashed on the face of the black-clothed man, and with another flick of his sleeves, another nine sword qi swept out. However, as before, when everyone saw the sword qi approaching, they instantly moved to the position of the other person, and after the sword qi flew, their figures flashed and returned to their original places in an instant. "Nine Palace Array! It turns out that there are also masters involved in formations. The man in black stopped in mid-air, groaned slightly, looked at Ouyang Yankun's eyes, and couldn't help but look at it for a few points.

"Sleepy!" Ouyang Yankun's eyes flashed, and he shouted heavily, and immediately, the nine people flew around the man in black at high speed, and each circled around the nine directions such as Kan Kunzhen, their speed became faster and faster, and finally reached the point where it was difficult to see with the naked eye, faintly forming a round trend, trapping the man in black in the center.

"Humph! With this small Nine Palace Array, I also want to trap the deity, arrogant! The man in black slapped his palm, and a huge palm condensed, slapping it towards one side at will. It's just that as soon as he made a move, the nine figures appeared not far behind him almost instantly, the nine people were connected end to end, and the true yuan waved, and a strong wave formed, turning into a void sword several zhang long, slashing towards the man in black.

They appeared very quickly, and the man in black could look back, and when he saw the void sword coming, he raised his hand fearlessly, and he was actually ready to fight with his physical body. With a crisp sound of "ding", the virtual sword seemed to be slashed on the golden stone, and a string of electric sparks sparked from the palm of the black-clothed man's hand, and then he directly held it fiercely, and the virtual sword blurred for a while, and then "collapsed" and shattered. The man in black glanced at it, and saw that there was a profound white mark on his hand, and he couldn't help but look cold, his cuffs waved, and the giant palm he swung turned at will, and continued to bombard the nine people.

It's just that as soon as the giant palm arrived, the figures of the nine people flashed, disappeared, and returned to their previous position. Then, they gathered again, stood behind the man in black, and condensed a giant sword again. The man in black frowned, if he attacked separately, he would be able to solve these nine people in a moment, but with this formation, the shape of the nine people was unpredictable, and it was even more able to unite the nine people, and the giant sword condensed, even if it was him, it would take seven or eight points of strength to dissolve. In this way, the scene was reversed, and the man in black was trapped in it. Seeing this situation, Ren Hengzhi outside the thunder grid and the Zhuji monks who attacked the formation looked at each other.

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