The night was cold, the huge clouds covered a radius of hundreds of miles, covering the sky and the sun, and the huge mountain range group barely had any light, except for the Flying Dragon Peak, which had a large area of fire surging, and the power of the colorful formation fluctuated from it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the foothills of Feilong Peak, the two monks are standing all over the mountain, many people have a ruthless look on their faces, the more people they kill, the greater the reward they get, if they can capture Feilong Peak, they can share many treasures, such bloody and cruel rules, creating a large number of outlaws who are not afraid of death.

In the vast sky, there were heavy clouds, and the figures of the three men slowly converged, and the powerful aura shook the air with ripples.

"Speaking of which, we haven't met for more than ten years", Han Shuzi stood high in the air, his eyes staring directly at the top of the stone tower, and recognized a man with gray temples at a glance.

As if remembering something, he moved his eyes and looked around the Flying Dragon Peak, until he didn't find Yue Lingyun's figure, and he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

This woman broke his arm, which was already a great grudge, but the battle a few months ago made him clearly realize the difference in strength between the two sides, and thinking back on the strength of this woman, there was still a look of horror on his face.

"Han Shuzi, you are really here", Baili Changfeng said indifferently, judging from his tone, it seems that the two sides have known each other for many years.

"Hmph! New hatred and old hatred, how can Han not come", Han Shuzi snorted coldly, as a high-level member of the Shuyin Sect, he has always been at odds with the Tianqian Sect, and in the battle of the sect decades ago, although his strength was weak, he also participated in that battle, which can be described as impressive.

"I heard that Song Feng's main fire system exercises are very good, and I am not talented, and I want to learn something", the mad knife twisted his neck, and he carried a blood-red machete on his shoulder, condensing the endless bloody killing aura.

Lord Song Feng took a step forward, for this roll call battle, he had expected it in his heart, and his stout face appeared with a heroic color: "Within the three sects and five gates, no one knows that the mad sword is the way of blood and fire, this battle, Song has been looking forward to it for a long time."

"That's so good!", Madknife smiled.

"Since you have all chosen your opponents, I won't pick either, I have long heard that there is a beautiful woman with a strong cultivation in the Tianqian Sect, and now it seems that the rumors are indeed true", the blood spirit stared at the top of the stone tower with a tall figure and black hair like a waterfall.

"Blood Spirit, be careful with your eyes", sensing the unscrupulous gaze of the other party, a trace of anger appeared on Begonia's snow-white face, and her eyes suddenly became cold.

"Han Shuzi, just the three of you, if you want to win this battle, it is tantamount to a fool's dream, if there are any other people, just call them out together", Baili Changfeng's face suddenly moved, as if he was aware of it, and he said quietly.

"I wanted to make a move later, but I didn't expect to be able to escape your divine sense lock", when the strange voice sounded, a man in a blood-red robe appeared strangely in the sky.

"Blood robe!", Baili Changfeng's face sank, the person who came could be said to be one of his great enemies, his eyes changed repeatedly, and he seemed to be making some kind of decision.

"A hundred miles of wind, I haven't fought for many years, I'm really looking forward to it, where have you come now?", the blood robe stood in a red robe against the wind, he laughed strangely, and his face was full of rampant.

"Twenty years ago, you were not my opponent, twenty years later, it will still be the same", Baili Changfeng shook his head, although the Northwest Continent is vast, there are not many high-level cultivators like them, most of them have intersections with each other in the past, and they have more or less grudges.

"Yes, let's try to see who kills the deer today."

"All the disciples of the Blood Sword Sect and the Shuyin Sect obey the order, kill and leave no one behind."

In the sky, a cold cheer echoed, and endless killing intent condensed out.

"Kill, brothers, rush"

"The master of the door has an order, the reward for killing one person will be doubled, and if you capture the Flying Dragon Peak, everyone will be rewarded"

"The master of the door is mighty, kill all the rabbit cubs of the Tianqian Sect"

With the order of the blood robe, the dense two monks either rushed upwards quickly, or marched steadily in formation.

However, in the foothills, the flames were rolling, and the shouts of killing were filmed, and the first wave of disciples on both sides met in close combat, opening the prelude to this great battle.

A small stone mountain, garrisoned by dozens of disciples of the Tianqian Sect, and even two Spirit Realm cultivators, supplemented by the advantages of the terrain and formation, can be called impregnable and difficult to destroy.

But at this moment, Shishan was surrounded by hundreds of monks of the two sects, and as the orders were passed down, the crowd was divided into extremely regular queues.

Dozens of Blood Knife Sect disciples were wearing black armor and holding blood-colored long knives, guarding the disciples of the Shuyin Sect behind them, advancing towards the stone mountain step by step.

Half of the disciples of the Shuyin Sect performed the technique of Earth Concealment, only to see twenty or thirty people pinching the trick at the same time, and countless sand and stones gathered in the sky, but between more than a dozen breaths, several powerful sandstorms swept away, and the sand and stones in the sky danced with the wind, frantically slapping the formation filled with white light.

The rest of the disciples of the Shuyin Sect performed the Wood Concealment Technique, which coincided with the dense grass near the stone mountain, and countless plants and trees were intertwined, turning into thick rattans, and as many as hundreds of vine shadows followed by the sandstorm, densely pouring on the formation.

The white light formation was hit hard repeatedly, and countless fine cracks appeared on the surface, but in a few breaths, the cracks spread like spider webs, and the formation completely collapsed irreversibly.

"Kill!", the white light formation was destroyed, and dozens of Blood Knife Sect disciples in the front row immediately screamed, struggling to rush towards the stone mountain.

It didn't take long for the disciples of the Tianqian Sect stationed in Shishan to be completely defeated, leaving behind more than ten corpses, and the rest of the people fled in confusion.

As time went on, situations like this continued to play out, and more and more Tianqian Sect garrisons were breached, and the monks of the two sects gradually advanced in depth.

Since this battle, the Tianqian Sect has continued to use geographical advantages and formation advantages to block the progress of the monks of the two sects, and has achieved good results.

However, with the increasing development of the battle situation, the defense mode of the Tianqian Sect was gradually understood by the high-level of the two monks, and in order to fight-for-tat, the two monks joined forces with each other to form a formation, adopting a new combat method of breaking the formation by the disciples of the Shuyin Sect and guarding and charging by the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect.

Once this method of battle is used, the effect is extremely obvious, in the past ten days, the two monks have broken through more than 20 formations, and the battle situation is greatly unfavorable to the Tianqian Sect.

When the disciples on the ground were fighting each other, in the high sky, the fire clouds were rolling, and the blood was soaring to the sky, and several Tianyuan Realm cultivators shot one after another, truly dominating the victory.

"Roar!", in the sky, a thick fire Jiao danced in the air, and the rolling flames spread, surrounded by a rough mine figure, which was the Lord of Song Peak of Tianhuo Peak.

On the opposite side of it, the mad knife has a fierce face, and it holds a blood-red machete in one hand, and its momentum is majestic.

"Poof!", a blood-red blade light erupted, but I saw that the machete extended to several zhang long, and with the wave of the mad knife's big hand, the blood-red blade light swept across the void, slashing the fire Jiao in two.

Boom! Huojiao raised its head to the sky, its momentum did not diminish in the slightest, and between the surging of the broken body, it was as good as ever, and it seemed that it was not affected by half of it.

"There are some doorways, so it is what I want, otherwise it will be too boring", the crazy knife laughed, and the figure strode forward in the air, and the blood-red blade light in his hand swept back and forth, and rolled down towards the fire Jiao.

More than a hundred zhang away, a blood-colored phantom kept flickering, quickly passing through the sky, and incomparably rampant laughter continued to come out.

"Hehe, such a delicate beauty, my blood spirit will definitely snatch back the door to be the lady of the village, envy the others."

"Blood Spirit Dafa!", Haitang's heart froze, his eyes were cold, but he kept calculating the direction of the change of blood shadow in his heart.

After a few breaths, the female jade raised her hand, holding a simple and fragrant brown lute, her onion-like white jade fingers plucked the strings, and the rolling sound waves were like substantial ripples of water, surging into the sky all over her body.

The blood-colored phantom changed several directions in succession, but it was unable to dodge the sonic attack, and was forced to show its form.

"I didn't expect you to have such a means to restrain me", the blood spirit appeared in mid-air, his face showed a hint of surprise, and he secretly groaned: "Fortunately, this pipa is only a top-level treasure weapon, and it has not yet reached the level of a spiritual weapon, otherwise my blood spirit Dafa will definitely be completely invalid, and this battle will be lost."

At the peak of Feilong Peak, the rumbling sound was non-stop, but when he saw Baili Changfeng dealing with the two of them alone, Blood Robe and Han Shuzi, his expression was not afraid.

The blood robe carried his hands, and the thick bloody aura surged, turning into a sea of acres of blood.

What Han Shuzi performed was the Wind Concealment Technique, a wind python with a body length of several feet, spewing out an incomparably cold aura, rolling up its body and standing in mid-air.

The hundred-mile long wind waved a wide embroidered robe and stood in the air, and there was a faint white light surging in the sky, faintly connected with his breath.

"Hundred miles of long wind, I didn't expect you to connect your own aura to this formation, if so, your strength will certainly be enhanced, but this move is only afraid that it will weaken the power of the Flying Dragon Peak formation and accelerate the defeat of the Tianqian Sect", the blood robe stared at and sneered.

"There are pros and cons to everything, if you can't stop you, what's the use of having the benefits of the formation", the hundred miles of wind waved the embroidered robe, the air flow hunted, and its eyes were not moved by the outside.

"In this case, I can only join forces with Han Shuzi to kill you", as soon as the words fell, the aura around the blood robe suddenly soared, and the monstrous sea of blood was flourishing, looking from afar, covering a small half of the peak.

"Yue Lingyun broke one of Han's arms, and half of this revenge will be recovered today", a fierce look flashed on Han Shuzi's face, and a silent killing intent spread.