The wise man has a saying: good strategy is not deep but machine, clever plan is not fine but executed, cunning is confused, rigid is angry, arrogant indulgence, cowardice is afraid, according to the situation, each is good at its own strengths, then everything can be done.

He also said: strong is strong, weak is weak, likes it, hates it, is greedy for it, hates it, and wants to achieve it.

The two passages come from different people, have similar meanings, and are about the aspects that should be emphasized in the use of timekeeping. It means that haode's strategy does not need to be weird and subtle, nor does it need to be deep and confusing, as long as you grasp the right time and use different strategies for different people, you can achieve excellent results.

In short, choosing the side where the target stands out the most is bound to be unstoppable

"Sneak attack on the Narcissus Sect? hehe, haha!"

The red-robed man pierced through the sky, like a fire dragon pounced in front of him, and after listening to the other party's "slander", the giant man let out a loud voice, and his expression became more and more angry and difficult to suppress.

"A local sect is also worthy of a sneak attack by the War Alliance, Liu Bald, are you sure you haven't been swallowed by the flameworm?"

Long Batian, the master of the Meng Lin rudder of the War Alliance, was originally a monk, but he couldn't advance anymore because of a fork in his cultivation, so he turned to cultivate his body in the body of a primordial infant, and the result was higher than his achievements in cultivation. It is said that this person was not called Batian, but he felt that he was not grand enough to change his name, although the word Batian is vulgar, it is very in line with his temperament, and it is also appropriate and appropriate.

Unruly people must have their shortcomings, Long Batian's weakness is his nephew, who has good qualifications and is about to break the baby, that is, the continuation of the bloodline, and at the same time, it also entrusts Long Batian's cultivation thoughts, which is somewhat "look at yourself".

The soul lamp has been extinguished, and Long Batian confirms that his nephew has been killed, and he only wants revenge. Now seeing his clothes in Murong's hands, you can imagine how he feels. For him, his behavior can definitely be called "polite". If it weren't for the name of the helmsman of the Battle Alliance, if it weren't for Murong Pei being a woman and a disciple of the Narcissus Sect, he would have personally dealt with it.

"Okay, well, since you said it was a sneak attack, this seat will sneak attack for you!"

Murong Pei is not easy to bully, although the old woman around him is a slave, but her older cultivation is still above Murong. Although the strength of the two deacons of the War Alliance is slightly superior, they suffer from the fact that without the help of magic weapons, the means are slightly monotonous and difficult to capture. The two battle groups in front of him were anxious, and the other party came to send reinforcements to frame him, and Long Batian simply pounced on it, ignoring the consequences.

"Bald, eat the old man's punch!"

The thunderbolt arc cut through the space, and a huge fist shadow roared away, rushing straight to the face door of the red-robed man. It must be said. Long Batian was very personable in the fight, but instead of pulling down his face to kill Murong Pei, he would definitely shout a reminder when he made a move, as if he was not powerful enough to show his demeanor and majesty.

Although it is difficult to be angry here, the red robe is not angry. Today, the sect has changed greatly, and the Narcissus Sect is facing the danger of extinction, catching up with an unreasonable war alliance and blindly participating in it. It is clear that it is a stone falling into the well.

Honestly, at the moment when I saw the giant. The red-robed man understood that there was something strange about this matter, but the other party had already come to the door, and Murong Pei, who was most valued by the sect, was in a precarious situation, so he could save him first without making a move. Moreover, he dared to call himself bald in public

Elder Liu cultivated the fire, the first of the three elders in the Narcissus Sect. His temperament is like a fire that burns out. Because of his dedication to finding out the deep mystery of the Yan Yan Insect, he did not hesitate to eat it and experience it personally, but as a result, he lost the gray hair he cherished, and a few scars appeared on the top of his head that could not be removed.

Remove the scar and bleed. The most unmentionable thing is that Long Batian has to shout out loudly, it is bearable, which is unbearable!

"Dragon barbarian, you are looking for death by yourself!"

Batian is a nickname, and the barbarian is what most people call this dragon helmsman, of course, he has to be called behind his back. At this time, where did Elder Liu still care about this, his body accelerated and rushed to catch up, waving a fire dragon banner with both hands, encircling the dragon overlord layer by layer.

The battle alliance is huge, and the fight with their people must be reasonable, Elder Liu did not forget to announce it to the world, and shouted angrily: "As the helmsman of the war alliance, he is stupid and fierce and ignorant of things, this seat protects the mountain and eliminates evil today, it is to kill you, and the war alliance has nothing to say!"

"Just you?" replied to him with a series of roars and even more furious fists.

The roar was surging, the battle was fierce, and the momentum spread for hundreds of miles; one was an elder of the sect who had been cultivating for nearly a thousand years, and the middle stage of the Yuan Infant was comparable to a great power, and the other was a double cultivator of the Dharma body with a strong heart and a shame of bereavement

Hum Ha two generals, no matter whether they are fighting or shouting, or comparing their personalities, no one is willing to back down, and no one is worse than the other

The fight is a real fight, the momentum is quite and extremely dangerous, and anyone who cares about it will be in danger of his life at any time. That being said, the battle situation is always weird to look at.

The reason is simple, not everyone wants to fight, and those who want to fight are not all on the battlefield.

As the helmsman of the battle alliance in charge of the affairs of one side, Long Batian's ability is beyond doubt. In fact, if the status of the two sides is compared, he should be on an equal footing with the Sect Master of the Narcissus Sect and those few Great Elders;

In organizations like the War League and the Dao Alliance, the strength of the people who come forward may not be very strong, and it is not necessary; if something happens, it is usually enough to deter one side by reporting a name, and no one dares to provoke it easily. But it is precisely because of this that once someone in the two alliances fights with other monks, especially the disciples of the sect, they have to shoulder the responsibility of protecting the glory. At this time, Long Batian, if you don't fight, you have to win, at least you can't lose, otherwise it will be a loss of face, perhaps more serious than losing your life.

"Dare to destroy my magic weapon, this seat will kill you!"

At the beginning, there were still three points of strength left, and the longer the battle lasted, the more Long Batian and Elder Liu became more and more truly angry, and neither of them could care about their face and whether to keep their hands. They are both short-tempered, and there are not many tricks for the two to fight, such as two crazy bulls constantly colliding with each other, and the roar is earth-shattering. In the middle of the fight, Elder Liu's Lingwei was completely released, and a brilliant dragon flag was punched out of several holes, roaring and roaring, a bald head became more and more shiny, and the leper on the top of the head became more and more eye-catching and dazzling. On the other side, Long Batian's already majestic body looked bigger and bigger, his face was burned to the ground, and a few blisters were swollen on his neck, just like a mess.

"Bald Liu, the old man smashed your head!"

On this side, Murong Pei, who was entangled by the deacon of the War Alliance, had already complained bitterly, and he couldn't wait to get out immediately and distinguish things in time. It's a pity that the opponent's strength is already a step ahead of her, coupled with the agility of the Flying Five-Star Battle Spirit Body, the attacks are simple but continuous like a raging storm, which makes Murong unable to breathe.

A warrior can be fatal when he raises his hands and legs, and there are few tricks, but his attack frequency is a hundred times higher than that of a monk. Unless they are sure to resist one or more of their attacks, who would dare to be distracted while fighting with their fighters. At this moment, the helmsman in front of him was swept in by Elder Narcissus with a dragon flag, and listening to the sound of the voice, it seemed that the situation was not good. In view of this, the two deacons were in no mood to listen to each other's discernment, and they only cared desperately to spread their fists and feet, eager to point a blow at the enemy and die.

The fighting is getting more and more intense, and both sides are bleeding and wounded, and casualties may occur at any time

What are the rest of the people doing?

There were many people in the Narcissus Sect, and dozens of disciples stared at the three battlefields, their expressions either panicked, indignant, dazed, or simply at a loss.

There is no need to think about the battle of the elders, they are not qualified to participate at all; on the side of Murong and the old woman, to be honest, there are many disciples who can help a little, but the disciples of the sect are the disciples of the sect, and the Meng Lin Kingdom has been peaceful for a long time, and the disciples of the Narcissus Sect and Ye Xiu are fighting for life and death, and the bloodiness and viciousness cultivated in the slits cannot be compared at all. The deacon of the War Alliance has a sharp move, and his body is scurrying in the air like lightning, and he wants to help but also worry about accidentally injuring his allies.

In addition, dozens of disciples also understood that they understood things, and there was also a monk on the other side who had a profound cultivation and did not know how to do it, so he couldn't help but monitor his tracks.

The most important thing is that everyone heard Long Batian's words just now, it was a person from the Void Spirit Sect.

Of the three kingdoms of Lingnan, the richest is Meng Lin, and the strongest and most ferocious alliance is the Xuling Gate of Yan Qiuguo; compared to the background, the Narcissus Sect has only one relative and son-in-law practicing in the Taoist Academy, but the Xuling Gate has He Wenliu, who has truly risen to become a future star, and its momentum is even more powerful.

The relationship between the three kingdoms was not harmonious, and the Void Spirit Sect and the Narcissus Sect were even more like mortal enemies, and each had the idea of annexing the other. There was a Void Spirit Sect monk watching today's event, which was not an auspicious omen in any way.

The battle was still scorching, and dozens of Narcissus Sect disciples fanned out, looking at the scholar-like monk vigilantly, and their hearts kept beating drums. They actually understood very well that since the other party could be with Long Batian, their cultivation was definitely beyond the strength of their own group of people. At this moment, the resentment born from the punishment of the same door is still there, but the courage to swear to fight the enemy has dissipated most of it. For these disciples, it is not easy to keep the formation unchaotic and be able to make the other party feel some pressure, and it is a luxury.

Thankfully, although the scholar had been paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, he had no intention of interfering, he just stood quietly, watching, his eyes occasionally flowing over the body of the disciples of the narcissus, his expression was indifferent, and even showed a hint of a smile.

Time continued to pass, and the battle had reached the time of life and death, the scholar's lips trembled slightly, and he pulled out his hands that had been in his sleeves since Long Batian rushed into the battlefield, and sighed softly.

"Hehe, it's not interesting"

"Ready to make a move?"

I suddenly heard someone talking in my ears, the voice was calm and gentle, and it sounded a little weak, a little lazy, a little cold, and a little curious.

One sentence, six words, six flavors, as if the six personalities are pinched together and difficult to coordinate.

"The timing is right, are you preparing for total annihilation?"

"Who!"

The scholar's complexion changed drastically, and his posture remained unchanged in the midst of his drinking, but the person shot more than 100 meters extremely abruptly, and turned his gaze at the same time.

It was this glance that his pupils seemed to have been pierced by a needle, and his mouth howled violently.

"Hell!"

(To be continued......)