Xu Xiugang of the Qihe Plain saw the nearly 10,000 demons who rushed from the West Mountain, but there was a disdainful state of mind in his eyes, looking at this elephant master who could be regarded as an elder, stepping on a height of hundreds of zhang. The nearly 10,000 Kunwu Sect monks behind him have the mentality that they can start a war at any time, but all kinds of different magic weapons and spiritual weapons are not placed in the open.

The elephant lord looked at the junior in the Mahayana mirror, and the thick elephant trunk spewed out a rough breath, and appeared in Xu Xiugang's ten feet, but his hands kept clapping. The seemingly casual clapping of hands had a strong fluctuation towards Xu Xiugang, and Xu Xiugang, who was ten zhang away, looked stable and did not have a trace of action. There was a hint of joy on his face, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

The elephant lord standing high in the sky looked like he loved the junior, and Xu Xiugang said with a smile: "Fortunately, the junior uncle and nephew did not disappoint you, but he has not slackened his cultivation over the years. It's just that I didn't expect that Uncle Shi's second formation was handed over to you to do it, but it's a pity that I still wanted to catch up with you, and it seems that Uncle Shi didn't have this kind of meaning. ”

The elephant lord who had been swinging his trunk said: "Xiu Gang, I can't imagine that even you are about to catch up with this seat, and Senior Brother's vision has not been wrong. Uncle Shi was also very pleased, but it was not like meeting in such a state of affairs. It's a pity to save you, a good seedling, here today, it's a pity. ”

It's just that when I saw the two people talking and laughing in the sky, no one knew that the hostile two people were talking and laughing at this time. None of the monks on the ground waiting for orders, whether it was the demon or the Kunwu Sect, had any action, if the monks of the Eastern and Western Mountains who were fighting in Qianyuan Mountain saw the situation here, they would know that even if the monks of the Eastern and Western Mountains combined, they might not be able to defeat either side here.

Xu Xiugang said a lot of boring things, and the elephant lord treated Xu Xiugang, who was also in the middle of the Mahayana period, as a junior. As the second sect master of Kunwu Sect, Xu Xiugang did not pretend to be a peer, and he has always adhered to the etiquette of the younger generation, and has never exceeded the slightest. In the eyes of ordinary people, where will the two people who are so close to each other be the next mortal enemies, the elephant lord let out a rough breath and laughed again.

It is not clear that the elephant lord is in the little Xu Xiugang The young man is riding on the back of the elephant lord to pee, and Xu Xiugang is also laughing at the smell of the elephant lord in school. After a long time, the elephant lord said: "Where is Qianyuan Mountain is almost over, I don't know which side of the east and west mountains wins." ”

Xu Xiugang regained his composure and said: "This is also thanks to Uncle Shi for not making a move against Dongshan in the past thousand years, otherwise it is really not good to see only you and me fighting now." It won't sound good if it spreads, I'm a junior bullying you and an old man will have a lot of jokes from my peers. ”

His expression changed from joy to calmness: "It's a joke, who dares to laugh at my old elephant department to break the dog's leg and knock out the big tooth, and who dares to underestimate our cultivation." ”

Xu Xiugang had already appeared in his hand, and said calmly: "Uncle Shi's time is almost over, if you and I don't do it, it's hard to say where Uncle Shizun is." ”

The elephant lord said, "You kid is still in such a hurry, since you want to do it, do it there." ”

Just as the two of them were making a move, the Kunwu Sect monk or demon on the ground seemed to understand the meaning of the two above, and the two sides had already begun to fight before they could make a move. Competitions in the same realm are rarely seen, but those monks who are seniors deliberately fight against each other, but instead start killing with those monks and demons with low cultivation.

Presumably, the two sides with Qianyuanshan are obviously more like a war here, more of a kind of slaughter. Compared with the former, there is an extra rule for thousands of years, and few seniors have made a move against juniors, which is mostly a fair war. Most of them are competitions of the same realm, and those killings are compared to the killings in the Qihe Plain at this time. In the melee of more than 20,000 people, where can it be clearly distinguished which is the Divine Mirror, which is the Yuan Ying Mirror, which is the Jindan Realm, or it is easy to distinguish. Jin Danjing is the largest number of people here, and it is even more a formation to face every master here.

The time did not pass long, but there were heavy casualties, and as a Yuanying Mirror monk, seeing the Jindan Mirror could only be said to be a kind of massacre. But no monk or big demon will see clearly the formation of the Jindan Realm monk or the little demon to shoot together, and there are many people who are not defeated by the Jindan Mirror. This kind of enemy rarely appears to have a full corpse as long as he dies, and more often than not, no one will see who dies and how he died.

Originally, the verdant and Liqihe plains were only red blood at this time, and the monks who fell to the ground were still panting and waiting for someone to come to their rescue. But this is also just a hope, and it is clear that it may be a blessing to be able to fall here and still be conscious. But looking up, whether in the air or on the ground, the battle between the monk and the demon was so fierce.

The monks were devoured, some of them were swallowed without even a single hair left, and the demons did not do any good. He has been cultivating hard in his body for many years, but he is making wedding clothes for others, and he is controlled by a monk who knows how to puppetry, and he starts a slaughter of the demon clan that comes with him. But it is the countless big demons that have turned into the main body, and the huge body is not something that some monks can easily kill. Originally, the demon cultivator was the most proud of the power of the flesh, where could the monk easily break the attack.

But the monk holding the unusual magic weapon in his hand was facing the swarming demons, why not under the sword, there were many bones, and there were no bones, only the broken bones and rotten flesh that fell. The entire sky was filled with bloody qi, and there was an endless power that spread out of the surrounding area for nearly a hundred miles, and no one was spared, and even people, demons, or animals didn't know where the power came from, so they fell to the ground with no vitality.

Xu Xiugang in the air did not show mercy to the elephant lord who was an elder, and he did his best as soon as he made a move, and he knew in his heart that the elephant lord had thousands of years of Taoism in the Mahayana mirror. From the day I remembered, the Lord was the Mahayana mirror, but at that time it was only the early Mahayana period. I am afraid that the accumulation of these years is that even if the conceited talent is not as high as the same realm of long-term cultivation, there will always be a little more self-confidence. Every attack is a temptation, and it is also in the face of the current elephant that the main statue has done its best.

Xu Xiugang was still quipping when he made a move: "Uncle Shi's little nephew's cultivation is not disappointed, this is the first time in thousands of years that Zhengda's bright shot is just used here for Uncle Shi, it's a pity." ”

The elephant lord found that this Xu Xiugang was no longer the stinky boy he was back then, and his cultivation was not at all afraid in the face of the old man who had achieved the middle stage of Mahayana for many years. On the contrary, the more he fights at this time, he becomes more and more courageous, but he knows that now it is just a competition in cultivation, and it is not clear what means this kid has in the end. But the current strength of the qi is a little painful on the skin like King Kong, as long as the slightest carelessness will leave a wound under Xu Xiugang's hands. But Xu Xiugang didn't let it go.

The elephant demon facing the Mahayana mirror has a skin like King Kong, and it is difficult to hurt it in the slightest with the current means. Although it is also in the middle of the Mahayana period, the elephant master is now occupied by the power of the physical body, but when it is in the spell, it is repeatedly defeated. But every attack can be said to be painless, but where will Xu Xiugang's strength be weak, and he can only keep retreating to ensure that he is not in a situation of inevitable defeat.

Punch after punch, Xu Xiugang didn't dare to have a trace of gaps in the punch after punch. As long as the strength of the fist deviates slightly, the elephant lord will have a little respite, and the initiative to lose it is the face of the lord's attack, I am afraid that it is difficult to withstand the attack of this kind of power like the lord. In the face of this battle, there were no monks and demon cultivators approaching the two of them, not to mention the elephant lord.

In the eyes of everyone, there is only continuous division and merger, and more importantly, no one can live here to watch this extremely rare Mahayana mirror battle. Perhaps as long as the mind wanders, it will attract an attack, direct death, and more importantly, one's own death may lead to the death of one's companion. No one dares to despise any person or demon here, and only by constantly killing and winning the battle here can there be any hope of survival.

The Qihe Plain had already suffered heavy casualties, but most of the monks of the two mountains who were still waiting in the backyard of Qianyuan Mountain were exhausted. After more than ten days of non-stop all-out fighting, the elixir was exhausted, the magic weapon was destroyed, and only the monks who chatted little were still doing the final battle. Until late at night, the two sides stopped fighting as if they had made an agreement, and they were all pranayama.

The pool in the air never stopped, and the means of the two seemed to have been exhausted at this moment. Every seemingly ordinary supernatural power has greatly weakened to the point that there is no forcible crossing that should have been, and there is no one who is willing to help. This kind of battle seems to be a life-and-death battle between the two, no one can escape with their whole body, and the injuries on their bodies are no longer clear whether they are caused by backlash or opponents.

Xiyangzi, who was located in the Qingshu Academy, looked in the direction of Qianyuan Mountain and said, "Go to Wujing, give these pills to the Xishan monks." ”

Wang Feng has never left Qingxu Hall, looking at Xiyangzi, who still can't see through people. I don't know if this is good for me at this time or the last decisive battle, but I don't know if I can return to my hometown in the Northern Regions after breaking into the internal fighting in the Kunwu Mountains.

Xiyangzi looked at Wujing's departure, and said silently: "The battle of Qianyuan Mountain has been decided, I don't know if you have other plans, senior brother." The Qihe Plain depends on you, don't let me down. ”

Ah Zihutou, who walked in slowly, already had an inexplicable fear of Xiyangzi, and walked directly to Wang Feng's side and didn't dare to say more. This level of war is no longer something that the two of them can understand, and even among those people, they can only be regarded as a pawn. In my heart, I hope to leave this place of right and wrong earlier, and it is better to follow Wang Feng to leave here and return to the northern region where I have never been.

Wang Feng was about to say something, Xiyangzi walked out of Qingxu Hall and said, "Wang Daoyou, we should go." ”

As the two of them were leaving, Tiger Head Ah Zi had a desire to follow, Wang Feng didn't pay much attention to it, as long as he was by his side, it was at least much better than staying here. Xiyangzi just smiled when he looked at the three of them, and first stepped out of the Qingshu Academy to lead the way in front, and this direction was the Tianfeng of the Kunwu Sect.

In the Heavenly Peak Scripture Pavilion of Kunwu Sect, a monk who seemed to be only middle-aged with a sword had an aura of vicissitudes on his face, and no one knew how long this monk had been around.

There was a chessboard in front of him, so he put down the first son and said, "It's time to come." ”