Xiang Mo Chang sighed, looked at the giant dragon in front of him, supported his mutilated body in front of him, raised his head, and proudly stood on a mountain cliff.

He is like a goshawk, his gaze is set on the blue sky, his sharp gaze tears the sky, and when his gaze sweeps over, the vast heaven and earth, the changing wind and clouds, will be torn and crushed.

Looking at the long line of dragons gathered below, he raised his head, roared haughtily, spread his wings, and soared above the nine heavens.

He flew.

In the bright daylight, a thin parabola was thrown from the inky blue cloud, like a boiling solution, and then rushed upwards like a rocket.

It wasn't until the sky was above the sky, on the top of the clouds, that he stopped, and looked into the distance, and the red sun in the distance shone through the thin clouds, shining on the white earth, reflecting the silver light, dazzling people's eyes.

The swords below are like bushes, dense, all over the mountains and rivers, there is no gap to be seen, as if the mountains and fields have turned into hedgehogs, and the black thorns are cold and frosty under the irradiation of the silver mang, so that the leisurely earth returns to the cold winter, the four seasons are chaotic, and the sky is in a trance.

Xiang Mo closed his eyes and gathered his mind, and the person was like a cloud, suspended in the air, floating with the wind, and slowly falling down.

As the murderous aura rose on the ground, his figure also fluttered, as if it was like a floating board floating on the waves, flipped and moved against layers of invisible aura, flying in thousands of frosts.

Countless soldiers below looked at Xiang Mo like the wind, and they were all stunned on the spot, they never expected to face such a target.

If the other party is on the ground and kills them, then they are not afraid even if they die, but what kind of trouble is it suspended in mid-air like this?

It's just that they retreated, and not far away was really the enemy's base camp, where there were people who needed their protection, so they could only change the direction of the team's march with the drift towards Mo.

Wherever Xiang Mo goes, the team will move to, and it seems that Xiang Mo has become the leader of this team like a dragon, or the hydrangea on the dragon's mouth.

This scene stunned everyone who watched it, because they saw that Xiang Mo was not flying around randomly, but had circled the team around the entire base camp.

He ...... What is he going to do!"

A disciple's eyes widened, pointing to the long dragon path that had been coiled into several circles.

"I don't know!"

The other disciple looked at it in a cold sweat and said tremblingly:

"But I always feel that he seems to have something big brewing, and the ultimate goal will still fall in the base camp!"

Everyone was engrossed in staring at Xiang Mo's body, and had already forgotten all about the bet just now, what a few breaths, now that they have passed the tea, Xiang Mo is still flying in the sky.

The guy in the crowd who was sharp-beaked and gilled and restrained his bets and money smiled, he knew that now was not a good time to stay and watch the show, so he took advantage of the fact that his attention was on Xiang Mo, seized the time to find a vacancy, and sneaked out.

The battle was still going on, and the two sides of the fierce battle on the grassland were gradually becoming clear, and it was not the disciples of the clan who won the victory, but the iron army of the Refining Immortal Pavilion.

Originally, with the joint efforts of all the good horses, a hole had been torn open, and with the cooperation of disciples who rushed out of the mountains and forests from time to time, the stirred enemy formation had a tendency to collapse.

But I don't know when, those little iron men in the chaos suddenly burst out of the sky-high killing machine, and several masters came out of the chaotic army, and secretly infiltrated the ranks of the family's disciples to assassinate.

How could those disciples guard against the rush of these masters, a large number of people died in an instant, forcing Wan Guiyi and the others to have to come back to help.

At the same time, Yan Yang and others in the mountains and forests also rushed out, but there were few of them left, and they could no longer fight, so they could only sneak attack the driver in the distance.

This situation can't be said to be good, but it is not decaying, but they don't know where a bunch of Iron Man soldiers appeared, and from their rear, they once again rushed over, and most of the already chaotic ones were thrown into chaos.

The scene was once again out of control, and although Wangui Ji Liangjun and others could stabilize their positions, the rest of them were scattered by the enemy.

Especially by the strength of an enemy squad, several of them have the strength of a general, and no one can beat them wherever they pass.

They form a strange formation, which can be attacked and defended, and when they encounter strong enemies, they defend together, and when they encounter weak and small people, they strike with all their might, and they are good at wandering, and they have a strong grasp of reality, and they can always appear in the weakest place in the disciple army, and they can't be defeated when they are defeated.

Wan Guiyi and the others were restless, and even went up to intercept them in person, but they were all escaped by the other party, and they also killed many masters.

In the face of such an opponent, they had no choice but to passively stay in one place, rein in their men, and had to switch from offense to defense.

Gradually, the outer strength of the disciple army was swept away by the Iron Man Gate, and finally had to be condensed into a regiment and passively defended.

Their perimeter was already full of the forces of the Iron Man Legion, densely packed, with no end in sight.

As for Yan Yang, they were personally chased and killed by the brave and combative squad, completely annihilated, and eliminated from the game.

For a while, the originally vast prairie full of countless warriors vacated a large area, and only a handful of disciple armies and countless iron man armies were left to confront each other there.

The remaining battlefield between the two sides is not about confrontation, but about attrition, and once it is consumed, it will inevitably be the disciple army that will lose.

War is so cruel, an army with no organization and discipline and strong individual strength is beaten to the point where it is now by an army that is slightly weaker but very organized and disciplined, and it can only be regarded as normal.

"I'm so angry, what is the breaking of the Immortal Pavilion, what is the breaking of the trial, to hell with it!"

A young and handsome young man with outstanding demeanor had long since lost the gentlemanly appearance he had when he first entered, his clothes were crooked, his hair was scattered, the ribbon of his hair was torn, and a few strands of long hair were shaved out and fluttered everywhere with the swing.

He said indignantly:

"These miscellaneous pieces of the Immortal Refining Pavilion, is this how they treat geniuses? Is it your style to fight one by a group of people? If you Refining Immortal Pavilion are all so accustomed to fighting more and less, then it is considered unlucky for the master, and I wish you the Immortal Refining Pavilion to become an immortal as soon as possible! Hmph!"

After that, he threw off his sleeves and was about to go out, but he had just walked a few steps when he was stopped by a person at the door.

This person is a woman, not to mention beautiful, but delicate as jade, cold eyebrows, white lips and red teeth, delicate and beautiful, but the figure is a little unsightly, not to mention the appearance of the tiger's back and bear waist, big shoulders and round waist, just say that the legs of the lower body are much thicker than the average person's waist, and the height is a head taller than the tallest person in the field, which can be said to be a giant.

Without saying a word, she lifted Yan Yang up with one hand, threw him on the wall on one side, and didn't care about his blood spitting in his mouth, he spat it disdainfully, and said:

"You are simply not worthy of being a man, you will retreat when you encounter a little setback, even if you come to our Refining Immortal Pavilion, you won't be able to endure that hardship, sooner or later you will get out! Today, the old lady will give you a lesson, telling you, you can scold the Refining Immortal Pavilion, it can be said that we bully more and less, but if you want to say, you have to say it in a place where there is no one outside, as long as you are here, the old lady will see you once and beat you once!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two guards immediately pulled the man up from the wall, dragged him out of the courtyard, and threw him directly outside.

The people around him were stunned for a while, and they all held their breath, for fear of offending this tall woman, and waited until they saw her leave for a while, and then they breathed a sigh of relief and talked about the person just now.

An ordinary-looking blue-clothed boy whispered:

"The one who was thrown out just now was Yan Yang, who was blowing nonsense at the beginning!"

"You mean that genius in Kaishi County?"

Another person immediately responded.

"That's right, it's really that one apprentice a year, one seal mage every two years, this is the third year, a peerless genius who is about to become a seal master!"

"Why did he get rid of it? Didn't he go with them?"

The man continued.

"He had a good start, he killed a lot of iron men in the mountains and forests, but unfortunately when he came out, he met the local elite team, and he was wiped out by the other party when he went up, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back, what a pitiful!"

"However, such a genius said that he didn't want it, isn't it a pity!"

The man replied puzzled,

"That's no way, the rules set by the Immortal Refining Pavilion have never changed in hundreds of years, but I think it's good, a so-called genius who vents indiscriminately when he encounters setbacks can't become a big thing!"

Not to mention the words of the two, the tall woman had already moved her gaze back to the battlefield, when she saw Xiang Mo fighting with countless soldiers in the base camp, her eyes first stared, and then nodded approvingly, the hidden muscles on her body bulged high, propping up the already close-fitting hardsuit clothes outside, revealing a monstrous battle intent, and the person even walked into a hut for the first time, and disappeared.

For the first time, Wan Guiyi felt the shadow of death enveloping him invisibly, especially when the children around him fell one after another, he felt a little helpless.

It's not that he is not strong enough, but these disciples are too weak, in addition to Ji Liangjun and Deng Haoran, there are a few masters, and the rest are all ordinary disciples, although some of them are superb in printing and skillful, they are really not suitable for fighting, and once they are in a crisis, they can't even exert one ten-thousandth of their strength.

Although there is a lot of difference in strength, these soldiers have never hesitated when they should have shot, and they are not afraid of life and death, and they would rather die together than give up killing each other, causing many unnecessary casualties on their side.

Especially as the war has come to an end, the long-term killing test is not only skill, but also patience and perseverance.