The Red Candle Town side is brilliant, the sword intent is condensed, the thunder is in the air, and the momentum is terrifying.

The attacks of Xuanyuan and the others were rigid and soft, like two peerless generals with very different attack methods.

And the old shopkeeper on the side after pulling out the white vest soldier transformed into thunder, the rhythm of the drum gradually calmed down, knocking down and raising the rhythm of the drumstick like a heart beating calmly, the old shopkeeper maintained a calm face from beginning to end, thinking that his state of mind should also be extremely calm, but no one knows whether the old shopkeeper's calm face is because he did not put the charge of Xuanyuan and the two into his eyes or he was immersed in the battlefield wholeheartedly.

After all, the first requirement of a war drummer is to have a strong psychological quality, no matter how the battle situation turns and falls, the war drummer must maintain a calm state of mind, so as to ensure an accurate grasp of the battle situation at all times.

The drums beat into thunder and reverberated in the valley like dragons rolling off the cliffs.

The sound of the drum fell between the rocks and valleys, causing the solid rocks to shake slightly, and the red-spotted house dragons that were originally hidden in the cracks next to the stones also cruised along with the sound of the drums that vibrated the eardrums.

These house dragons, who did not have much wisdom, raised their heads, and instinctively locked their eyes on the ghost-faced old woman in colorful clothes, and the diamond-shaped snake pupils were glowing with scorching brilliance, as if the desire to eat flowed out of the pupils, and the swallowed snake letter hissed, like an ant colony spreading over the mountains.

Fang Yuan's blood, which had been cold for hundreds of years, became hot at this moment, and after turning into a human form again, his face was flushed with a long-lost flush, and a longing from the depths of his heart controlled him to immediately devour the ugly and disgusting ghost-faced old woman. However, he rigidly controlled his desires, and did not dare to make any transgressions, firstly, the seniors who were riding the Fu Gong Boat next to him did not give instructions, and secondly, Fang Yuan had an instinctive fear of that group of Taoists in his heart, which came from the natural suppression of that group of Taoists, and also from the depth of the accumulation of power for hundreds of years.

After all, it was because of the sect where this group of Daoists belonged that he was suppressed by this mountain range that did not have much spiritual energy for hundreds of years, and his body was a river, transporting hundreds of years of yin aura for the sect that he hated to the bone.

When the dignified and rich yin aura flowed through his "flesh and blood", it was like a yin and evil wind shuttling and flowing in his body, which was extremely piercing and cold.

The group of Daoists who had just withdrawn from the front line were stunned at this time, and it took a long time to come back to their senses.

If the old shopkeeper had just called the white vest warrior to himself, even if he controlled a sharp formation as a defense, he wouldn't be able to escape the fate of being impacted into nothingness, right?

Thinking of the fate of being crushed by the iron cavalry array, several people couldn't help but tremble.

At the junction of the battlefield, the sword rays thrown out by Xuan Yuan with his swing became more and more brilliant, and the purple sword rays almost condensed into a solid line blade as thin as a money lip. However, this does not mean that Xuanyuan's progress is extremely smooth. On the contrary, Xuanyuan's advance speed is getting slower and slower, as if he is stuck in a swamp. The original purple Xuandao could no longer see the signs of purple weather at this time, and the thunder covered by the knife body made this rather Taoist Xuandao look like it was made of sterling silver. The overly viscous thunder and lightning adhered to the Xuandao, and the body of the knife was wrapped with snow-white electric light, and the electric light wandered along the knife body like a brilliant streamlined silverfish, and then rushed into the flesh and bones of Xuanyuan's arm, and the flowing electric light was like a tide of silver mountain fish entering the hole, and the vast soup was wantonly wandering between the flesh and blood.

At this time, Xuanyuan had already swung the spiritual power of his whole body to the extreme, and the spiritual power was manifested outwardly into a thin stream, so at this time he was like being wrapped in a flowing cocoon.

The further he advanced, the slower Xuanyuan's speed became, and the gap between the overly dense white vest warrior and Ben who didn't draw his knife and swing the knife, once he drew the knife and returned, the dense white vest warrior would hit him close to his face, and then form a flow to impact him backwards. Therefore, at this time, Xuanyuan had changed from swinging the knife with one hand to holding the knife in both hands, blocking the march in front of him.

Before Xuanyuan turned the Xuandao with a wide back and an unusually sharp blade upside down, his muscles and arms were like sculptures, but from the constantly bulging arm muscles, it could be seen that Xuanyuan was continuing to exert force, trying to keep the blade stable.

Similarly, as long as Xuan Yuan slackened his strength slightly, the dense white vest warrior in front of him would rush him away, directly rushing him out of the white vest battle array like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

After advancing a few more zhang, Xuanyuan's face was already distorted, and it seemed that every inch of advancement seemed to have the weight of a mountain on his shoulders. As a last resort, his body paralyzed by thunder and lightning suddenly exerted force, and it slammed towards the broad blade of the Xuandao as if he had broken free.

Carry the knife!

Xuan Yuan was still struggling with his body against the back of the knife, and this Xuan Yuan, which could easily cut through the space, could not resist the repeated collisions of thousands of white vest soldiers.

Xuan Qian's vision had been blurred by sweat, his face was as pale as gold paper, and his breathing was rapid and heavy. His right hand as the mother sword trembled like a convulsion, as if the two fingers that were together would be broken in the next moment, and the magic sword that was also connected to the two fingers was also on the verge of collapse, and he could lose control of the magic sword at any time under the impact of the white vest warrior.

Xuan Qian looked up at Xuanyuan with difficulty, there was still a distance of dozens of zhang, and he had to share more oppressive force for Xuanyuan!

Then he took a big breath like a whale swallowing, this breath was inhaled into his lungs for a long time and did not spit out, as if holding a force to bite the tip of his tongue, a large mouthful of blood spurted on the two fingers together.

Xuan Qian, whose complexion had tended to be sallow, shook his fingers, and the two fingers of the "flower branches trembled" suddenly stood up, and at the same time, the majestic sword intent that shrouded the magic sword was like an immortal converging the floating clouds with his big sleeves, and quickly converged towards the magic sword.

Xuan Qian, who has been fighting far away, is also moving forward!

The sword intent condensed the magic sword and pierced a huge hole in the armor formation transformed by thunder and lightning, and this scene seemed to be moving the magic sword forward.

The advancing speed of the magic sword increased dramatically in an instant, directly breaking through Wan Qi, grazing Xuanyuan's body, and shooting away along Xuanyuan's advancing route.

In front of Xuanyuan, there is a magic sword that diverts soldiers and horses and opens the route.

When the magic sword grazed Xuan Yuan's shoulder, the oppressive force borne by Xuan Yuan suddenly decreased, and the sword rose again, but this sword like a heavy shadow screen was not breaking through the white vest, but quickly hitting the hilt of the magic sword, like a craftsman swinging a hammer to smash a nail, smashing the magic sword forward inch by inch.

Judging from this point alone, the two do have a hint of complementarity in attacking.

Xuan Qian manipulated the magic sword to break the formation for Xuanyuan, and Xuanyuan reciprocated by smashing the magic sword with a sword to push the magic sword forward.

However, in the next moment, the white vest warrior who was originally bound by the magic sword fell backwards after losing his shackles, and this scene was very visually impactful. The white vest soldier, who has always been rushing with the momentum of the tide, actually "turned around" in an instant, merged into a thick silver-white snake, and suddenly threw a cold arrow at Xuanyuan's back, and the big snake condensed by thunder was only a few dozen zhang away from Xuanyuan, and almost instantaneously Xuanyuan, whose back was completely exposed, could directly penetrate, a veritable return to the horse gun!

When the young national teacher saw this scene, he didn't have time to use any remedial means, and he shouted, and his voice rolled like spring thunder in the air.

"Xuanyuan!"

At the same time, Xuan Qian also noticed the "return gun" that was caught off guard, and reminded in horror: "Xuanyuan be careful!"

But the menacing thunder snake has surpassed the speed of sound, and it is obvious that the long snake condensed by the thunder is closer to Xuanyuan, and before the reminder falls into Xuanyuan, the thunder snake is very likely to have penetrated Xuanyuan's body!

Two reminders fell, and there was silence in all directions, all holding their breath, as if waiting for death to read the words of the pronouncement.

No one thought that Xuanyuan, who topped the sect with his killing power, would die like this!

Yes. As long as the thunder snake penetrates his body, Xuan Yuan will lose any resistance in an instant, even if it is only for a moment, but it will be fatal to Xuan Yuan. Even if it is a life-killing magic sword that penetrates Xuanyuan's body, it will not be too fatal to him, but this thunder snake is different from the magic sword, not to mention that the pervasive electric wire will burn Xuanyuan into nothingness, it is that the impact of this snake body that is endlessly like a hundred zhang long river is enough to break the impact of his body that has lost his spiritual power to resist, and the thunder is the Yin Spirit clan, so once he loses his body, Xuanyuan's soul is the result of the destruction of form and spirit under the impact of the thunder snake.

Although they knew that it was too late, the young national teacher and Xuan Qian were still desperate to help.

Light suddenly bloomed above the body of that young national teacher, and in this area, only the speed of light was faster than the speed of sound and the great snake condensed by thunder!

Although the thunder is also light, the light that the thunder blooms does not have much offensive power, while the light in the hands of the young country is a sharp weapon with both offense and defense.

The young national teacher's brilliant silver hair instantly opened, carrying extremely bright silver hair at the speed of light.

Thousands of silver hairs visible to the naked eye pierced the space like unaccumulating tentacles, climbing along the Thunder Serpent, like vines wrapped around the thick branches of ancient trees.

In a hurry, the young national teacher forgot the most important point, thunder and lightning are tangible and incorporeal things!

The strands of hair that were as bright as stars actually pounced after touching the Thunder Serpent.

After the young national teacher suddenly woke up, he pinched the trick with both hands, his fingertips flew smoothly like a butterfly through a flower, and the strand of hair that was winding in the air suddenly exploded.

Light Burst Vortex!

Before the exploding air flow formed a whirlpool, the light explosion vortex that gathered like thousands of shattered shadows had already taken shape.

Immediately afterward, there was another whirlpool of qi explosion!

The shattered shadow in the lightburst vortex directly cut through the Thunder Serpent, and the Thunder Serpent quickly cracked and collapsed from its tail.

After the storm vortex opened, like the devil's mouthparts, it exploded outward, and the high-speed rotating air flow directly distorted the light, and at the same time distorted the trajectory of the thunder snake.

Strong air currents can distort or even absorb light, which is different from the old shopkeeper's method of manipulating the sky lamp to forcibly retract the light.

The Thunder Serpent's trajectory was distorted and its speed slowed down, which gave Xuan Qian room to operate. Just when he was about to forcibly rebel against the magic sword, Xuan Yuan behind the magic sword raised the Xuan sword.

On the body of the Xuandao knife, there was a thin layer of purple water, and the mist was steaming, and the meaning was as mysterious as a fairy aura.

He thrust the knife upside down in his back, this action is extremely chic and freehand, like a ranger showing off his skills and then throwing a beautiful knife into the sheath.

But at this time, Xuanyuan did not have a scabbard on his back, so this was not a handsome action.

His vertical back knife was purely to defend against unknown attacks from behind him.

At the moment when the Thunder Snake rebelled, Xuan Yuan had already instinctively sensed the treachery in his back, but he didn't have time to look back, so he could only resist with a knife on his back.

The Thunder Serpent set off a huge spatial storm in this almost vacuum area when it reversed, and the originally calm vacuum area suddenly trembled, and after Xuan Yuan sensed this oppressive power, he immediately raised his sword to defend, and also used the power that was originally intended to cut through the thunder pool enchantment.

The Thunder Serpent was only slightly thwarted, slightly distorting its trajectory. In the gentle sound of the drum, it re-coalesced, breaking free from the tearing of the whirlpool of the air explosion, and running through.

A streamer-like thunder snake slammed into Xuan Yuan's body, and Xuan Yuan's sturdy body was instantly engulfed by the streamer.

Radiant, intense and almost blind.

Everyone didn't dare to close their eyes, and looked at the light curtain with the huge pain of piercing their pupils, trying to find the Xuanyuan who was the first to kill the sect.

However, there was nothing to see but a white light in his eyes!

The young national teacher with an excellent bearing finally showed an angry face, he suddenly turned his head, there seemed to be a sharp killing intent in his eyes, he looked at the old viewer beside him, and roared: "Lord Lei Mo, why don't you save you when you see death?!"

The reason why the young national teacher questioned him so much was very simple, because among their group, only this old viewer named Lei Mo could compete with the old shopkeeper on Lei Fa.

If Lei Mo was willing to make a move just now, there was a chance that he would be able to break the Thunder Serpent with one blow, and even if he couldn't break it in one fell swoop, it would be certain that he would be able to slow down its penetration speed, so that Xuan Yuan would be able to get enough reaction time.

Obviously, the young national teacher was really angry, and he forgot the etiquette for a while, and called the old master by his name.

The old master still did not have the slightest mood swing, glanced at the angry young national teacher, raised his sleeve robe and waved away the long-lasting light curtain, and a Taoist with intact clothes was like a light sculpture, with a knife on his back, and his back to everyone.

The Xuandao, which was still flowing with purple water just now, was like a cast of quicksilver.

Xuanyuan's black robes were already as white as frost, and even with his back to the impact of the Thunder Serpent, his closed eyes had already oozing blood beads.

Under the intense electric stimulation, he did not open his eyes for a long time.

The rhythm of the old shopkeeper who beat the drum slowly changed, and the drumstick seemed to screech on the drum surface, and then the silver bowl-shaped barrier that covered the whole town shattered like broken porcelain.

The shattered thunderbolt fell to the ground and crashed into the wooden armor soldiers controlled by Yin Hong, and the already lush wooden armor soldiers were even more brilliant like the servants of the thunder god at this time.

The Wood Tuo Mecha Technique controlled by the Taoist who sat on the top of the mountain and cut wood as a soldier was defeated by the Wooden Armor Soldier controlled by Yin Hong, and the battle between the puppets on both sides presented a one-sided situation.

At this time, the old Taoist had been picked off the mountain by Yin Hong.

Yin Hong stood in front of the phalanx of wooden armor soldiers, motionless as a mountain.

The old shopkeeper's drum beat never stopped, but the style was a little high-pitched, even if you didn't look at the imposing silver tin mercenary, just listening to this drum could feel a majestic oppressive momentum.

A volume of the Kuroshio torrent came out of the air, and with the advance of the Kuroshio torrent, the color of the torrent that hung like thick ink gradually became lighter, and the space it spread out became more and more vast, this scene was as if the thick ink was washed away and diluted by the clear water.

In just an instant, the black tide spread out like crows that had been startled and scattered.

This is a samurai puppet arrayed in the air, obviously these samurai puppets are used to deal with those silver, tin and wooden armor soldiers behind Yin Hong.

The general, who was holding a halberd with purple qi lingering endlessly, landed on the top of the mountain at this time, and the warrior puppets in formation fell from mid-air and fell immediately after, all over the mountains, as if pulling out a strong defensive line.

The one who will stand tall on the top of the mountain, wearing a heavy armor that seems to merge with the mountain. After he plunged the halberd into the rock, Ling Li's gaze swept down, and the momentum of his whole body rose rapidly with the spread of his gaze, and when he stopped his gaze on Yin Hong, the momentum of the gushing spring of the earth suddenly stagnated, and the entire mountain faintly trembled slightly.

This will be able to resonate with the lack of aura.

For a person like Yin Hong, who has been through a hundred battles, this slight tremor naturally can't escape his eyes, and when he noticed the strangeness of the mountain, Yin Hong raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and glanced at the domineering general.

However, the disdain at the corner of Yin Hong's mouth is still clearly visible, he Yin Hong has experienced countless battles of all sizes, and a junior with excellent life and luck will not make Yin Hong jealous.

In the face of this menacing and condescending general, Yin Hong did not release a trace of breath, but Rao was like this, and the general could still feel a sense of oppression from Yin Hong, which was like a white cloud and a dog unpredictable but like a broken thread that lingered.

Jiang took a deep breath, this mysterious feeling has been clearly recorded in the ancient soldiers' books, this is the most obvious dividing line between the orthodox soldiers and the side soldiers, only by brewing this mysterious sense of oppression, can it be regarded as half a foot into the orthodox soldiers.

Among the hundred cultivators, the killing power of the orthodox soldiers is second to none, and they are one of the few terrifying existences that can have more than one enemy.

Although they belong to the same faction of soldiers, they are extremely different in terms of difference and span, and the methods of their practice are even more different.

One of the reasons why the lethality of the soldiers can be among the best among the hundred schools is that they are broad and deep, complex and refined.

The silent confrontation between Yin Hong and Jiang Chong is more like a confrontation on the general trend, both of them are speechless, but they are extremely dangerous.

After the young national teacher saw the confrontation between the two, his face was indifferent, but his figure was fluttering and resisting the wind.

After the young national teacher sat in the air, his big sleeves were full of brilliance, and clusters of various colors of light were wandering around the space like floating jellyfish.

There are a lot of objects floating out of the sleeves of the young national teacher, such as the red sand dan book, the black lacquered iron coupon, the mountain and river picture scroll with the seal of the seal, the official seal of the whole body of jasper, the Eshan Tier with the seal of the fly's head, and the stele of the town character shaped like a tall mountain, etc.

These objects all carry a certain "authority".

The old shopkeeper glanced at Zhenbao, who was like a river lamp, and his face was expressionless, only slightly speeding up the rhythm of the drums.

In just a few breaths, it was originally just a silent battle between two people, but now with the addition of the young national teacher and the old shopkeeper, it has become a four-person dispute.

Huang Lu looked at this unprecedented confrontation, and his originally smiling face became solemn.

He gently closed his eyes, subtly perceiving the changes in Red Candle Town and the Later Three Mountains, and was ready to make a move at any time.

Yin Hong and Na Jiang, the two are fighting for control of this ancient battlefield at this time!