Chapter 172: Operation Withered Crow

Luo Zhan glanced at the silver-haired old woman deeply, and said indifferently: "It's okay." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoBut in order to come here with you, we have lost the people of the Thirty-Seven Rivers, and now who knows where to find them. ”

"Don't worry, I have cooperated with them more than you, and naturally I know more of their secrets. Come with me!"

The silver-haired old woman stretched out her right hand, and actually "caught" a withered vine crutch from the void, and went to the ground, and the whole person flew up, almost twice as fast as just now!

Luo Zhan and Yan Qing didn't dare to slack off, and immediately followed, among which Yan Qing had to exert all his strength to catch up with them.

After a while, they felt that the spiritual power in front of them was staggered, and it was obvious that someone was fighting fiercely.

"You kid pulled out quickly, and only pulled out a small number of masters from the Thirty-Seven River. I see that the crow and the others have encountered a hard idea left behind!" The silver-haired old woman at this time did not have the gloomy feeling before, and the analysis of the situation at this time was simple and clear, giving people a sense of neatness.

"How many masters are there with the crows this time?You should get some news based on how long you've been lurking, right?" Luo Zhan didn't talk nonsense, and asked directly to the core point.

"This plan is already the core of their plan, so there are as many as four masters who come with the crows, and there are also ordinary subordinates. But there are also masters in the Thirty-Seven Rivers, and how many people they have sent here need to be a little closer to observe. ”

They all had the same idea, although Luo Zhan's plan had been completed, and by luring some of the masters of the Thirty-Seven Rivers to make the crows rush in safely, they clashed with the monks who stayed behind, and were caught by the masters who returned behind.

But even so, they don't plan to show up immediately, they still have to wait until the best time to make a move.

In mid-air, more than thirty monks were fighting. Of course, the people of the Thirty-Seven Rivers were more than that, but the other disciples were weaker and deliberately formed a siege on the periphery and did not directly intervene. Therefore, there is not much difference in the number of the two sides who really clash.

You can see from this. The strength of the Crow and the others gathered this time was quite strong, and they were able to compete with the strength of a large sect sent to the Southern Wasteland!

The Thirty-Seven Rivers side was indeed careless, this time only two elders of the senior generation were sent to lead the team, although their strength was extremely amazing, but the Crow and the others concentrated four masters!

In the case of the strength of the other disciples, doubling the number of top masters is enough to suppress the battlefield.

What's more, the people who pursued Luo Zhan and Yan Qing before arrived even later, and the monks who stayed behind first held it for too long, and many masters were already injured.

For the Crows and the others, the biggest trouble is that the other party has the assistance of a magic circle. Thousands of strange legal sacrifices are in mid-air, matching the direction and spirit element. If you're not familiar with this circle, you'll feel that there are magic weapons everywhere that hinder your strength.

Moreover, there are all kinds of magic weapons in this magic array, and it is by no means as easy to find a pattern as ordinary sword formations, so they can't break through for a while to form a flanking attack on the two first-generation masters of the Thirty-Seven River.

"Purple thunder rises without wind! The western disciples gather the power of wind and thunder!"

Seeing that more and more magic weapons were shot down and destroyed by the crows and others, the elder monks who were chasing Luo Zhan couldn't wait any longer, and the sacrificial magic flags and golden whips condensed the spiritual power and magic weapons of the surrounding disciples, forming a black and oppressive "magic cloud" that forced the crows over. Pose as if you were going to concentrate all your strength to destroy him first.

Naturally, the withered crows didn't dare to be careless, just when they first set up the big array, because of their own attack, they almost fell into its way, and they were still a little afraid of this big array.

"Spread it all out!"

At this time, except for the four top masters who helped him, the other subordinates were just sent to death even if they came up.

The two of them were separated to entangle the master on the other side, and the withered crow and a master with a black-bottomed sword banner faced this "magic cloud" head-on.

"There are no soldiers in the world!"

The black banner swayed, and there was a sound of swords that broke the eardrums, and then the silver light was great, and it seemed that countless spirit swords and spirit swords shot out from the flags to meet the magic clouds.

Fayun was constantly consumed by his magic weapon, and it was extremely difficult to get close to the two of them. The monk who controlled the magic circle also knew that this was his last chance, and he let out a loud shout, and suddenly pulled out a wooden sword in his hand, and a hidden light spirit rune soared into the sky from the body of the wooden sword.

After that, the power of the "Fayun" skyrocketed again, and countless magic weapons were used to suppress the weapons shot by the black flag. At the same time, it smashed towards the dead crow like an endless roll.

"It's so powerful!" even the silver-haired old woman and Yan Qing couldn't help but sigh.

The reason why Thirty-Seven Jiang can achieve hegemony is that no one can match it within a radius of thousands of miles, and the strength at the bottom of the box is indeed a lot. With the silver-haired old woman's understanding of the strength of the crow, even he should only be able to avoid its edge first in the face of this blow. After all, his strongest strength is still in his speed.

Seeing that his companion's magic weapon was blocked and his power was suppressed by Fayun, the withered crow seemed to be ready to retreat first, but at this moment, a corner of the entire large array was shaken, and even the power of Fayun was also dispersed.

How alert is the withered crow, before the other party retracts the spirit yuan again, immediately strike!

The crow wind swept the yin wind, and the yin wind hit the law cloud. If the magic circle was stable, the power of the crow itself was not enough to shake the magic cloud, but at this time, it was different. The looseness inside Fayun gave him a chance to impact!

Turmoil!

The two forces seemed to be endless, and the heavens and the earth changed color, and the weaker monks around them could not withstand such a strong force, forcing them to retreat.

When the chaos was not divided, Luo Zhan had already said indifferently: "It's a pity that Thirty-Seven Jiang is unprepared for the unprepared, I'm afraid he will still be one trick behind." The loss is huge. ”

"Oh?" the silver-haired old woman glanced at him: "But in my opinion, I'm afraid that this crow attack will fail, do you think he can directly break through the resistance of so many magic weapons this time?"

Luo Zhan shook his head and said: "The senior's vision is good, this time the impact of the withered crow will indeed fail, but other masters are already eyeing it, and the lack of overall strength is the main reason for the failure of the Thirty-Seven Rivers this time." ”

As soon as the words fell, the victory and defeat were recalled. The Raven was bounced back and covered in scars, but with his astonishing speed, he was able to dodge most of the blows.

The companions behind saw him retreat and immediately filled in the position.

The black evil flag suddenly flipped and turned black into white, but the white background was miserable, and the gloomy atmosphere was even heavier!

Countless deaths swirled, and the waves of death swept towards Fayun again.

This time it finally couldn't hold on. Moreover, on the other side, the master of the Thirty-Seven Rivers was under the attack of the two major enemies, and he was even more injured in front of him, and he was finally knocked down.

The two Dingding Divine Pillars were knocked down at the same time, and the entire Great Array also collapsed!

As Luo Zhan said, the Withered Crow side sent many masters against them, and the staged raid first injured one of the masters. Now the winner has finally been decided.

"Hahaha, the Thirty-Seven Rivers really live up to their reputation, if it weren't for the first one person to be injured, I'm afraid it would not be easy for me to break through your big array. Right now...... Death to all!"

The withered crow seems to have a personal grudge with the Thirty-Seven River, and when he gave the order to kill, he could hear that he was still gritting his teeth.

The magic circle was broken, and all the spirit elements injected into it were counterattacked. Unable to resist the forced slaughter of the monks who were much smaller than them, the entire battlefield turned into a one-sided slaughter.

"It's hateful, how can Thirty-Seven Jiang be bullied like this! Protect the Seventh Senior Brother and retreat first!"

The master who had previously pursued Luo Zhan once again raised the golden whip. And under his destruction, this time it was no longer a "golden lightning" that fell, but a dozen, almost half of the enemies were involved in the attack!

"It's stupid to want to resist stubbornly at this time!" the flag bearer saw his counterattack, and there was smugness and ridicule in his sneer.

The white flag is turned again, the black flag is present, and the cold soul is rolled. Although it was impossible to block all the golden whips, there was a withered crow next to him, and the strength of the two of them could naturally block him.

On the other side, a large number of disciples of Thirty-Seven Jiang wanted to rush over to protect the injured "Seventh Senior Brother", but how could the remaining two masters allow them to succeed.

This time, the Raven had already passed through the air with them before the action. There is only one goal, that is, to wipe out all the personnel sent by the Thirty-Seven Rivers to the Southern Wilderness this time!

Only in this way can they seal all the clues of their suspicions and protect themselves to the greatest extent. Otherwise, Thirty-Seven Jiang Zhen will be investigated, and who would dare to pack a ticket if they can keep them.

"Die!" a large black net shrouded out, making people shiver in their hearts even in the moonless night. The first few monks who came into contact with it felt that their spiritual power had been completely dissolved, and even their flesh and blood had been refined.

"Don't fight hard! self-proclaimed Lingyuan!" Although he knew that giving such an order would be tantamount to making the outer disciples give up resistance, the "Seventh Senior Brother" had no choice but to save their lives first.

However, the crow's companions would not give them any hope of survival, and used the power of the great net to limit the spirit elements of everyone inside, and then killed the killer without delay. The endless blood color "moistened" the big net even more, and a certain dark light surged.

On the other side, the withered crow took advantage of the fact that the disciples of the Thirty-Seven Jiang were killed one after another, and when the opponent was distracted, he seized the opportunity to suddenly flash to his back, and swung out with a claw, blasting the opponent's body through the body!

The golden whip finally lost its support and fell to the ground weakly, along with the corpse of its owner!

No matter how proud the Thirty-Seven Jiang monks were, they no longer had the heart to face such a fiasco, and everyone was jumping around like headless flies, hoping to escape with a chance of survival.

But how could their speed be compared to that of the Withered Crows.

The other warriors concentrated in a few directions, so that they could only escape to one side, while the crows stayed here, and no matter how many monks rushed at the same time, none of them could escape his poisonous hands!

"It's so ruthless!, but it's also a big risk, what is the purpose of the crows that they must be killed?" Luo Zhan said his question.

The silver-haired old woman looked at the corpses all over the ground, and a strange light flashed in her eyes, but she quickly withdrew and replied to Luo Zhan: "It's very simple, they will do something in the name of Thirty-Seven Rivers next, hoping to grasp the clues of the appearance of the fairy world more accurately." ”

"In other words, their core characters haven't actually grasped too many clues about the fairy world so far?"

"Hehe, otherwise, why would these people be enthusiastic about breaking the monopoly of a few major sects. ”

Yan Qing said suspiciously: "But this is just the plan of the withered crows, what are we going to do ourselves? we can't expect them to tell us as they are after getting the clues, right?"

"We don't need them to tell us, we just need to be able to keep track of their actions as we are now. They will say it themselves. Since the two of us are already companions, we can at least tell each other's identities to strengthen the sense of trust, right?"

Luo Zhan got along with the silver-haired old woman before, and he didn't feel the hostility in her. On the contrary, he explained to them very sincerely. Since I believe that he does have the sincerity to cooperate, there is no need to keep his identity 100% secret.