After only a stick of incense in the battle, the battle losses of both sides increased dramatically, but it still seemed that they were only evenly matched.

However, the advantage of the rebels is also obvious, they do not need to completely destroy the enemy, they only need to open the road and continue to flee to the depths of Daque Mountain.

Soon, with the two fierce generals Tie Niu and Dong Yuan as the pioneers, the numerically inferior Protector army formation was pierced through a gap, and of course, the rebel army also paid the price of more than 300 lives.

"Childe! The road is almost open, ready to rush out! Dong Yuan, who was in front of him, violently brandished a big knife and slashed over a Dharma protector in front of him, turned around and shouted.

"Dong Yuan, be careful!" Tie Niu, who was a few steps away from Dong Yuan, suddenly exclaimed.

Dong Yuan froze, and then felt a strong sense of crisis coming from the side and rear, and before he could think about it, he turned around sharply and raised the big knife in his hand to block.

"Dang!" A violent sound of slashing almost drowned out the shouts of killing throughout the battlefield.

A sharp pain came from Dong Yuan's tiger mouth holding the knife, blood slowly oozing out, and the whole arm fell into a state of paralysis, unconscious.

But before Dong Yuan could take a breath, the other party was slashed by another sword shadow, Dong Yuan was shocked, and hurriedly turned sideways to avoid the vital point.

"Poof!" A bright red pillar of blood rose into the sky.

"Dong Yuan!!" The crowd was shocked.

Dong Yuan rolled to the ground, his big blue face looked extremely painful and hideous, and he looked down at his right hand, which was actually broken shoulder to shoulder, and the hot blood continued to flow out like a spring.

Dong Yuan's aching forehead was dripping with sweat, and the green face couldn't distinguish the color, he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from crying out in pain, and even blood oozed from between his teeth.

Shangling Heavenly Master Wu Huan stood quietly in front of Dong Yuan, his face was cold without a trace of waves, as if the arm he had just cut off was not a person's arm, but just a branch.

Wu Huan looked down at the blood that was still slowly dripping from the long sword in his hand, and then at Dong Yuan, who was sitting on the ground and almost fainted, and said with a soft smile: "Filthy cultists who blaspheme the Immortal God should be punished by the gods. ”

Dong Yuan gritted his teeth, glared at Wu Huan without the slightest fear, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Cult traitors, everyone will be punished!" ”

Wu Huan smiled and shook his head, not wanting to say anything more, he raised the sword in his hand and stabbed it at Dong Yuan's neck.

"Stop!" Everyone was shocked, and Tie Niu, Bao Qiu and others not far away all tried their best to come to the rescue, but they were all entangled by several Dharma protectors with strong martial arts, and they couldn't get out, so they could only watch Dong Yuan die under the sword.

"Huh~!" A burst of sound from the sky came to the face.

Wu Huan's heart froze, and he immediately understood that there was a hidden weapon attacking, and he didn't have time to think about it, his head was slightly tilted to the side, and a silver light flew quickly from his cheek.

Wu Huan turned his head, and at a glance, he saw Yang Yi, who was more than ten steps away, holding the "Forgetful Heart Flute" in his hand and pointing at him.

Yang Yi saw that he didn't hit Wu Huan with this needle, so he paused for a moment, and when he saw Wu Huan looking at him, he immediately scolded without thinking about it: "I grass your grandma, what do you see, haven't you seen what your uncle looks like?" Don't you know what grass is? It's me and your grandma rolling in bed, fighting hundreds of rounds! You are a mountain donkey, and you don't bow down when you see your ninth master, how did your mother teach you! Dog miscellaneous, uncultivated thing! ”

In a hurry, Yang Yi actually scolded a series of vulgar swear words, and no matter whether Wu Huan understood it or not, now that Dong Yuan's life was hanging by a thread, where could he take care of a lot.

The ancients were actually very particular about cultivation, even when the mountain village husband scolded people, no matter how vicious it was, it was at most a sentence of "damn it" and "mongrel", and it was indeed rare to scold people like Yang Yi, which can be described as extremely vicious.

Wu Huan used to be a scholar, and after a little brain, he could understand the viciousness of Yang Yi's scolding language, and immediately withdrew the long sword in his hand, and walked out towards Yang Yi with a cold face.

Seeing this, Yang Yi dared to fight, and wanted to turn around and run away, but the surroundings were crowded with people who couldn't get away at all, Iron Bull Monkey Jian'er and the generals were also under siege at this time, and it was difficult to get out to save them, watching Wu Huan approach Yang Yi step by step, they were all shocked, anxious and had no other way.

Yang Yi stared at Wu Huan deadly, no one thought that the Heavenly Master of Shangling was really as strong in martial arts as rumored, with Yang Yi's two brushes, once Wu Huan approached him, I am afraid he would not even be able to support two moves.

Seeing Wu Huan approaching Yang Yi step by step, between the crises, a white shadow suddenly attacked from the sloping ground, shining on Wu Huan's face with a sword.

Wu Huan froze, but he didn't panic, and raised his hand to defuse the white shadow's attack with a sword. The white shadow did not stop, turned over and stabbed several swords in a row, although the move was not strong, but it was extremely sharp, and the move was crucial.

Wu Huan had to hold on to Yang Yi's pace, stand still and fight with the white shadow.

After more than ten moves, Bai Ying's swordsmanship seemed to be difficult to have some stamina, and he was forced back by Wu Huan with several consecutive swords.

"Flower Sword Technique?" Wu Huan stared at the white shadow and said with a smile: "I heard from the people below that the Valley of Flowers also sent people to the Qianzhou Mansion this time to drain this muddy water, I think this fairy is the Fairy Yuntang, the Holy Maiden of Flowers, right?" ”

Yuntang Fairy was pale, the injuries on his body had not yet healed, and the few moves just now were obviously extremely difficult, so he could only look at Wu Huan coldly at this time without speaking, and secretly dispatched his internal breath.

Wu Huan smiled, knowing that he was acquiescing, and said coldly: "I have lived in the south for a long time in the Immortal Sect, and I have never had a grudge against the Flower Valley, but I don't know why Guigu wants to kill my Immortal Sect?" ”

Yuntang Fairy said coldly: "The Heavenly Master is a cultivator, and he should know that it is a reason for people to betray their relatives if they do not do well. ”

"Haha!" Wu Huan shook his head helplessly: "Since the Holy Maiden is willing to join this group of filthy cultists, then I, Wu Huan, will fulfill you!" ”

Wu Huan obviously didn't want to waste any more time, so when the words fell, he raised his sword and attacked towards the Yuntang Fairy.

The two fought more than ten moves, Yuntang Fairy's martial arts were not as good as Wu Huan's, and he was seriously injured, so he could only hold on at this time, fortunately, Wu Huan seemed to estimate the prestige of Fanhua Valley in Daguang Jianghu, knowing that if he injured the life of the Holy Maiden of Fanhua Valley, he would offend the entire Daguang Martial Arts and bring him a lot of unnecessary trouble, so he did not kill Yuntang Fairy.

Even so, the Yuntang Fairy is also struggling to support.

Seeing such a dangerous situation, Yang Yi pulled out the sword on his waist, gritted his teeth and rushed forward, combining his sword with Yuntang Fairy to fight Wu Huan together.

I don't know why, although they haven't practiced swordsmanship for a long time, and the two have almost never practiced swordsmanship together, Yang Yi had an inexplicable tacit understanding when he and Yuntang Fairy came out with their swords, as if they were thinking about finding each other.

The sword was finally unleashed again.