The battle has entered the point where it is in full swing.

The wind was howling in the sky, the earth was roaring and moving, flying sand and rocks, covering the sky and the sun, and the earth was like a man feeling scared and trembling.

On the banks of the moat, blood stained the sky, and even the fine sand floating in the air was stained with blood.

On the earth, sometimes a white sword qi wall fortress was erected, sometimes it condensed into a blue sword qi tornado, and sometimes the sand sea wave was pierced by fists, and the red monster that rushed to the front was strangled to pieces.

However, there seemed to be an infinite number of red monsters in the wind and sand, blocking this piece of heaven and earth like thousands of troops, and it was impossible to wipe it out at all, so Xiao Jiansheng's words played a key role.

As he had guessed, the monsters weren't coming at them, the city in the distance was the target.

It was only at this time that Xiao Jiansheng really saw the faces of these red monsters clearly, like a huge beast that had been skinned, with blood-red eyes, red fangs, and cruel eyes, and the thick black runes on his body were like ink pens outlined, shining with black shining light, and countless black runes were connected together, which seemed to be the real terrifying, the cultivator could not control the sky, and his strength was imprisoned only seven or eight points, and he could not use his body technique, as if he was in a quagmire.

However, in the face of this dangerous situation, although Xiao Jiansheng had no bottom in his heart, his face was still relaxed.

When he came, he took advantage of the southern sea to comprehend his sword intent.

At this moment, he continued to comprehend the sword intent by taking advantage of the sand sea wave.

His dragon blunt sword frequently made strange moves in battle, the sword qi progressed layer by layer, and the sword intent became more and more majestic, freehand, it was not that Xiao Jiansheng was willing to show off in front of people, in fact, he was now in a certain kind of excitement.

The feeling of excitement that excites him grew stronger and stronger......

Xiao Jiansheng seemed to see the other side of the sea and heard the sound of the tide sprouting from the sea.

The other dozen or so cultivators unconsciously blended into the pace of Xiao Jiansheng and Yu Xuan, they seemed to be struggling to swing the sharp weapons in their hands, but in fact, they were just creating a space for themselves to breathe freely, blocking those grinning and fierce huge monsters from more than a dozen zhang away.

Moreover, at a glance, the team of cultivators looked like a line, like a huge spear inserted into the tide of the sand sea, and the position of the tip of the spear was Xiao Jiansheng, followed by Lu Yishan, then Yu Xuan, and the others followed behind in turn.

Therefore, the battle was carried out in an orderly manner, and the formation was maintained quite perfectly, except for the Xiao Jian at the tip of the spear, which was a little harder, and the others were just a little sweating, not bloodshed at all, far from being caught off guard by the impact when they encountered it for the first time.

At this time, many people waved the long sword and long knife in their hands, and generally were in the mood to observe the black-robed young man in front of him for a move......

However, what Lu Yishan felt was a different taste.

Everywhere, as you like, this is the high-level realm of sword cultivation recorded by the Sword Palace, he can't do it, but he has already faintly felt it in the black-robed young man, it seems that the black-robed young man is about to touch that thin wall.

"This can't be, it can't be sword intent, he should be about the same age as us, and it is impossible to touch the wall of sword intent. ”

"This is the will of the sea...... It is still the meaning of vicissitudes, such as crying and complaining. ”

No wonder he wielded his sword so easily, and the monsters seemed to be jealous of his strange sword. ”

......

Discussions like this came and went, and many people began to speculate about Xiao Jiansheng's true identity, people like him could not be nameless and nameless, they looked at the green and vicissitudes of life under the hat, and finally did not match the genius boys in their minds.

The cultivators here were trying to save their lives, causing most of the red monsters to jump into the moat, and then climb the neat stone walls of the moat and cross the moat towards the black city.

From a distance, it looked like piles of jumping flames, rushing towards the city.

Above the city, the commander surnamed Ning waved his bowl-sized fist and cursed, and then a fire arrow broke through the heavy sand and dust, and collided with those blood warriors who tried to climb the towering city wall with their swift body and sharp claws, and in an instant, the blood warriors at the forefront of the charge fell into a sea of fire.

According to Commander Ning's understanding of Xuewu, these guys are the most afraid of fire attacks, and usually they only need one round of fire arrows to go down and they will return obediently, but this time, ...... Something seems wrong.

The commander surnamed Ning stroked the waist knife, glanced at Fu Yao who was not far away, pulled a nasal voice, and said suspiciously: "Fu Yao, what is the situation?"

Fu Yao stood against the wall, her tall and bewitching body leaned out of the city, took a closer look, and said in a calm voice: "General Huining, Fu Yao heard that the Tianhuo City side has recently stepped up the mining of blood jade, and several blood jade veins have been excavated. ”

The general surnamed Ning scolded loudly, and he didn't know whether he was scolding the defenders of Tianhuo City, or the blood warriors under the city, in short, he sighed, and waved his hand to Fu Yao with a resolute face: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

After a few breaths, the closed city gate suddenly spread a strange movement, and Fu Yao, who was dressed in a fiery red body, sat on a black armored war horse and rushed out of the city gate, Fu Yao did not carry any weapons, but carried a snow-white eight-sided drum, and the drum surfaces on both sides were white and delicate, like the woman's skin.

It was a beauty drum.

Behind Fu Yao, a thousand soldiers in strong suits with Zhang Xu spears followed, and the whole team of men and horses formed a cone and went straight forward, rushing towards Xuewu.

The twenty cultivators who were fighting fiercely with the blood at the moat were originally all focused on the red monster in front of them, but as the city gate opened, the group turned back in unison, their eyes full of the red figure.

Xiao Jiansheng also saw the people inside for the first time after entering the shrine, and he couldn't help but take a few more looks, starting from Fu Yao's long flying hair, all the way to the fiery red cloak covering, and ending at Fu Yao's feet.

It's so eye-catching, I'm afraid that's what everyone really thinks at this time.

But Fu Yao didn't look at those cultivators at all, not even the coldest glance, maybe she didn't bother to look at them, maybe she didn't bother to look at those wastes, in short, she slapped her horse forward, and the distance between her and Xuewu was getting closer and closer.

With the appearance of Fu Yao, I don't know if her outfit was too conspicuous, or if the buzzing sound of the octagonal drum in her hand had any special significance, even Xuewu couldn't stand it anymore, Xiao Jiansheng The pressure on their side decreased sharply, and those Xuewu who should have rushed towards them immediately changed their course and shot straight at the red figure.

As the distance between Fu Yao and Xuewu got closer and closer, someone suddenly said, "It's not even a cultivator, it's just looking for death." ”

Many people seem to have such thoughts, they don't think that a weak woman can suddenly attract so many red monsters and still get away with it.

It may be because of the woman's sympathy, Yu Xuan clenched her pink fist tightly, subconsciously glanced at Xiao Jiansheng, and said, "There must be something wrong with the octagonal drum on that woman." ”

Xiao Jiansheng wiped a handful of sweat, simply stood with his sword, enjoying a temporary peace, hearing Yu Xuan's comment, he nodded lightly.

As Fu Yao got closer to Xuewu, the buzzing sound from the eight drums became more and more obvious, and the drum seemed to have a demonic sound in the underworld, attracting thousands of Xuewu to run towards her, and finally stopped suddenly more than ten zhang away from her, no matter how the Xuewu behind collided, even if the collision was shattered and the blood flowed, the monster that stopped did not move a single step.

I don't know how long it took, but the blood that died in the sound of the beauty drum demon had piled up, and the moat had long since been filled.

Fu Yao sat on horseback and did not move like a mountain, looking coldly at the mountain of corpses piled up with blood and corpses, and raised her head leisurely, those hesitant eyes pierced through the heavy sand and dust and looked into the distance, as if they were looking at a pair of eyes in the distance.

I don't know how long it took, but Xuewu's action to die gradually stopped, and soon they all fell to the ground, burying their heads like dust, obediently like pets.

The wind and sand swept through the sky stopped, and fell to the ground with a whizz.

Peaceful, absolutely quiet.

The silence made people's scalps tingle, Yu Xuan suddenly realized something, quickly counted the number of people, and motioned for everyone to evacuate.

At this moment, Fu Yao's figure trembled suddenly, and the slender fingers that had been tapping the beauty drum suddenly appeared a murmur, and then, the hand increased the intensity of the drumming, and the mount under her moved slowly, climbed the mountain of blood and corpses, and went into the distance.