In the early morning of this day, the wind swept the gravel to the west, and the two armies in the north and south rushed with momentum, separated by a hundred zhang (the farthest distance of the spell, most of them were still within a hundred zhang), and the army of the Fallen Leaf Sect was 15,000 people, and on the high platform, standing was Zuo Zhiwei, and there was a thing behind him, wrapped in a large piece of purple cloth, like a living thing was still wriggling.

Qingshan Peak is in front of Mu Ziyun, and Zheng Qiao is behind it, with about 8,000 people.

Mu Ziyun and Zuo Zhiwei were majestic, each with their hands crossed on their chests, the two looked at each other, with murderous intent in their eyes, neither of them fell asleep yesterday, after learning that the opponent was each other, not only ignited their fighting spirit, but also slightly worried, they both felt that this battle was not completely certain.

"Ziyun" Zheng Qiao shouted in the back.

Mu Ziyun didn't look back after hearing this, his feet rose vertically into the air, he stared at Zuo Zhiwei, grinned evilly, and shouted softly: "Qingshan Peak." ”

"Qingshan Peak!" The loud voice resounded for thousands of miles, and the disciples of Qingshan Peak below were full of spirits.

Mu Ziyun then raised his voice and spoke again: "Qingshan Peak! “

"Qingshan Peak!" Call...... Call.... The gale gathered the shouts of the Qingshan Peak disciples together.

Mu Ziyun crossed his hands in front of his eyes, suddenly opened his arms, and opened his fireworks, and then Mu Ziyun shouted angrily to the sky: "Qingshan Peak!" “

All the disciple elders, including Zheng Qiao, clenched their fists, stomped off the ground, and shouted with their usual greatest strength, "Qingshan Peak!" “

Mu Ziyun looked down at Zuo Zhiwei with a condescending posture, Zuo Zhiwei was not to be outdone, he tore off his clothes, exposed his skin, put his fists together, gritted his teeth, all the muscles and bones on his body were highlighted, his skin was full of blood lines, his whole body glowed red, his disfigured face looked like a devil under the reflection of red light, and the long gray gloves on his right hand were the treasures of the sect.

Knock knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! The sound of the Fallen Leaf Sect's army began to shake, one person roared out first, and then the roars came one after another, their faces were hideous, their eyes were bloodshot, all of them looked like beasts about to break free, and with a little more force, they would rush over.

Call..... The cold wind blew, the voices of the two sides stopped, and the battlefield stagnated for a few breaths, and then in the army of Qingshan Peak, a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, holding a giant crossbow picked out from the Hundred Refining Weapon Dao Tools, was instilled into Wugang, aimed at the sky above the Fallen Leaf Sect, and sent it out with a bang.

The sound of arrows breaking the wind rekindled the battlefield, and in the sky above the center, Mu Ziyun and Zuo Zhiwei, the two leading young people, collided together in an instant, and the steel and iron flames melted, forming a dazzling light cocoon in the air, and then, the light cocoon exploded, and the two guys waved their fists and feet at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and the disciples of the two armies rushed towards the opposite side in this spark.

In the first impact, more than three hundred people died in each other, and everyone in Qingshan Peak followed the plan set before, a group of ten people, one person as the core, if the core died, they quickly found the next core, and did not care about the speed of advancement, leaving gaps between groups, putting them into the disciples of the Fallen Leaf Sect, and then waiting for the opportunity to strangle.

The Fallen Leaf Sect was extremely domineering, everyone took care of themselves, roared and rushed forward, a few powerful guys, instantly broke through several groups of people in Qingshan Peak, they had just survived the war, and they were bloodthirsty in their bones.

The second shock came immediately, and the young disciples retreated in rows, and all the elders and older disciples used what they had learned all their lives to use martial arts in front of them, and blood flowers were spraying everywhere, and Qingshan Peak took advantage of this to overshadow the people of the Fallen Leaf Sect by thirty zhang.

But the ensuing counterattack of the Fallen Leaf Sect was really ruthless enough, a group of 'fully armed' people stepped on the arms of their companions, and then were thrown into the sky by their companions, they fell into the interior of the Qingshan Peak army, and before the people of Qingshan Peak could take action, they turned around on the spot, and every turn of the week launched dozens of flying knives out of their bodies, whooshing.... In an instant, a large number of Qingshan Peak disciples fell.

Those who rotated formed more than a dozen 'whirlpools' in the Qingshan Peak army, and when the flying knives were finished, they held the last knife in their hands, and they insisted on pulling a person on their backs, and then they were killed by the joint force, such a suicidal attack, so that the Qingshan Peak formation was chaotic, and the morale of the army began to be turbulent.

Mu Ziyun in the sky was in the high-speed duel with Zuo Zhiwei, always paying attention to the movement below, he knew that Qingshan Peak was frustrated, he was anxious, he spit out a ball of flame from his mouth, and exploded between the two, after separating from Zuo Zhiwei, he immediately turned into two huge fire claws in the sky above the army of the Fallen Leaf Sect, and then covered it heavily, and the scorching flames made this group of Qingshan Peak boys who had just entered the battlefield rekindle their confidence, and they all screamed and rushed towards the direction of the Fallen Leaf Sect.

Boom! Mu Ziyun's distraction gave Zuo Zhiwei a chance to take advantage of, his stubborn fist hit Mu Ziyun's chest hard, Zuo Zhiwei's eyes were cold, and he opened his mouth and said, "Hmph! Look for death! ”

A stream of blood gushed out of Mu Ziyun's throat, staring at the scorched yellow eyes, he swallowed it back as hard as he could, and with a mouth, a stream of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, Mu Ziyun said murderously: "It's just a wild mouse that is being chased around, it was in the past, and it is now!" If you want me to die, just push me harder!"

"Ah....." Mu Ziyun clenched his fists and shouted, turning into a fire man in the blink of an eye, the flames spun rapidly under him, turning into a whirlwind, and gradually rose to a hundred feet, "The flames will be the sun and me, fire, I will lift you in the gray sky... The flame is born, the flame dies, and all beings die! “

The little sun appeared in the sky above the war, baking the black ground, and the sun gathered black spots, continuously sending out pillars of fire to the people of the Fallen Leaf Sect.

At this time, the Qingshan Peak Dharma disciples led by Zheng Qiao were finally ready, and under the protection of a group of Dimen disciples, they approached the center of the battlefield and used all kinds of large-scale killing spells, and the battle situation formed a one-sided trend.

At this moment, the thing covered by the purple cloth actually moved, and an extremely strange limb cut through the purple cloth, oh my God, it was a living thing, it was humanoid, but it had two extremely swollen shoulders, two arms as thick as a woman's waist, and a very small head on the shoulder, all the facial features were there, crowded on the skull, there were no kneecaps, the two legs seemed to be soft, and the body was very narrow, from a distance, it was like seeing two huge arms pinned to a stick.

This monster is the old monster of the Fallen Leaf Sect Yan Xiu's Mahayana, he swirled his legs, spun his body, raised his hand backwards, and more than a dozen people whose bodies were somewhat deformed rushed out, they were in the stage of Yan Xiu's middle, much more powerful than ordinary elders, rushing into the army of Qingshan Peak as if entering a no-man's land, killing and slashing, and instantly turning the situation back.

And the old monster's soft legs flicked, and the target was Zheng Qiao, and after jumping out, he walked with his fists, like an orangutan, extremely fast, and Zheng Qiao immediately wanted to turn out his own spell.

At this time, Mu Ziyun blocked in front of Zheng Qiao, and threw out a fire punch with all his strength, the flames pushed the old monster back a few feet away, a light flashed, and Zuo Zhiwei fell from the sky, raised his right foot, and hit Mu Ziyun's shoulder with his heel, boom! Mu Ziyun quickly gathered his fire qi into a wall cover, and struggled to block the blow, his feet sinking into the ground until they reached below his knees.

Mu Ziyun turned back to Zheng Qiao and shouted, "Master Zheng! I'll deal with them both, you use spells against the enemy! “

"Good!" Zheng Qiao flew into the air, and just about to cast a spell, he saw a lightning light pierce over, Zheng Qiao split his palm, and white smoke rose from his palm.

I saw a person standing in the sky over there, it was Bai Kexiang, the head of the Chang Ke Sect, Bai Kexiang sneered and said, "Senior Brother Zheng, you look good, I was ordered to take your head." ”

Zheng Qiao laughed and replied: "I can't kill you scum, since you sent it to the door, you will die here today!" “