In the middle of the night, a majestic rain suddenly fell in the boundless mountains and forests of Kunlun.

The heavy rain was mixed with thunder, and there were no stars to be seen in the night, only the blood that was washed away by the heavy rain and silently flowed in the mountains, revealing a shocking red in the darkness!

The nearly 10,000 people who gathered two hundred and eighty-one peaks, eighty-two peaks, two hundred and seventy-five peaks, and ninety-three peaks, had been facing each other for several hours, and they didn't even want to make the first move.

Since Chu Muyun led the nine tribes to choose to watch from the wall, the king of the East China Sea Jiangdu from the eighty-two peaks seemed to be a little jealous, and he actually began to stand still.

And the other 4,000 people of the Ninety-Three Peaks and Two Hundred and Seventy-Five Peaks Alliance did not dare to act rashly in front of the King of Jiangdu.

The three parties, which were in a three-legged position, were consumed in the majestic rain, but the strange and urgent atmosphere of saber rattling was buried a lot by the torrential rain in the mountains. Those sorcerers who were cautious for fear of becoming ghosts under the enemy's sword felt the autumn coolness of the mountain rain, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

The anger in King Jiangdu's heart was subdued by the rain, and he calmly analyzed the situation here.

"With the strength of my eighty-two peaks, it is not a problem to destroy the ninety-three peaks and the two hundred and seventy-five peaks together. Although Cao Cheng and Shi Jingxuan, or the guys who cultivate the five-season inheritance, have great potential, and are very likely to be strong candidates for the top 80 of the next Golden Scale List, but after all, it is the next one, and in my hands, they won't last long. ”

King Jiangdu's comment seemed extremely conceited, but in fact he was analyzing it calmly and objectively, not that he was too confident in his own strength, but that this kind of self-confidence was born with the demons at the top of the Golden Scale List.

"But with this team, the outcome is unpredictable!"

"I didn't expect that among the two hundred and eighty-one peaks, there was a master who was so deeply hidden, even I almost couldn't see through the cultivation, and the boat capsized in the gutter, which is indeed a bit of a miscalculation. ”

King Jiangdu's gaze swept coldly over Chu Muyun, and then fell on Meng Beiyang and the soldier Li Ling.

Meng Beiyang's Golden Scale List is ranked ninety-nine, and common sense says that the Jiangdu King Golden Scale List is ranked fifty, and there is no need to keep it in mind for the ninety-nine characters who are far away, but it just so happens that he seems to have some memory of the battle between the undefeated supernatural power and the top forty demons on the Golden Scale List.

Therefore, for this alternative demon who never puts the number of wins and losses in his eyes, there are more or less speculations and hidden worries in his heart.

Compared with Meng Beiyang's half-knowledge, Li Ling, a soldier from the Han Dynasty in Zhongzhou in the Fengyu Domain, is another kind of existence that is difficult to provoke. Rao is from the East China Sea, and he is also deeply afraid of the overlord of the Han Dynasty in Zhongzhou, Fengyu.

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The heavy rain was close to surging violently, as if the heavens and the earth were weeping.

Even if everyone in the mountains and forests used their spiritual power to protect their bodies, some rain penetrated the spiritual power and wet their robes.

In the silent mountains, the three-legged people and horses finally began to move.

The king of Jiangdu thought about it several times, and chose to withdraw in the night when the rain obliterated all sounds.

Three-legged, with his strength is the strongest. Only after the strongest team has made up their minds, Chu Muyun, Cao Cheng and others will choose to fight or not.

King Jiangdu and the others from the eighty-two peaks were like a black cloud, gradually disappearing in the rain curtain in the dark rainy night when they couldn't see their fingers.

"Go ......"

Chu Muyun exerted the power of the Vermilion Bird Realm's divine soul and secretly followed them, and only when he was sure that the other party had walked for half an hour and there was no sign of turning back, he said this word softly.

After a fierce battle with Cao Cheng's side for a long time, each of them suffered hundreds of losses, and they couldn't dominate the battle, and the strength of the two sides had already been clear.

If you continue to fight hard, you will only lose both.

This is obviously not what he wants to see! So is Cao Cheng!

"They also retreated," Shi Jingxuan swayed her waist and said, looking at the direction ......of Chu Muyun's peak where everyone was leaving.

"Do you want to chase it? ”

Cao Cheng glanced at this person coldly and said, "Chasing, even the king of Jiangdu, who is ranked fiftieth on the Golden Scale List, has chosen to slip away, who can decide that we will definitely be able to eat them this time?"

Immediately, with a cold snort, the rustling sound in the dense mountain forest was endless, and the remaining 4,000 people gradually disappeared into the night.

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The battle of hundreds of thousands of people in the three hundred peaks on the periphery of Kunlun has actually just kicked off less than a day.

However, for these arrogant Tianjiao, the land of Kunlun, which spans thousands of miles, does not seem very vast, and even many teams do not look up and look down.

A thunderbolt in the sky, the roar of thunder and lightning spread through the mountains, and a spiritual power suddenly burst out in the night, and after a moment, a figure suddenly slid the ground and shot out, and finally hit a boulder at the foot of the mountain, his face was distorted, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The sharp pain from behind him, the serious injury that the bones had already sunk deeply, made the man in yellow have a flash of fierceness in his eyes, but before he could make a move, the black shadow in front of him suddenly flashed, and the huge shadow brought a piercing cold aura, and a cold sword aura roared in.

"You dare to ......" The mighty sword qi rushed to his face, and the extremely cold aura contained on it finally made the yellow-clothed man's eyes flash with a look of horror and shouted.

As the screams of the man in yellow dissipated into the rain, the sword qi that rushed to his face suddenly stopped, and a bone-chilling force forced the majestic rain that was pouring into a series of ice silks.

Immediately after, a figure in black and its strange body speed shattered the countless ice threads that were fixed, and suddenly appeared in front of the man in yellow.

The figure in black is naturally Chu Muyun.

The icy spiritual power he carried swept through the air and invaded the face of the man in yellow, causing his facial muscles to twitch unconsciously a few times before returning to normal.

The six-foot Qingfeng Yi Shui Han Sword was glowing with a cold light like the moon in the rain, and the rain that hit the sword body turned into ice crystals and was swallowed by the Yi Shui Han Sword.

Chu Muyun, who was covered with white hair like snow and draped over his shoulders, looked down at the man in yellow condescendingly, and his faint voice made his face tremble again: "Hand over the Kunlun Sword Order." ”

"We have been scattered by you, the Kunlun Sword Order of the Two Hundred and Twenty-Nine Peaks is concentrated on the Mountain Lord, how can I still have it?" Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the man in yellow looked at the fierce battle performed in the hundreds of zhang, thousands of zhang away from the occasional spiritual light array, rolled his eyes, and spoke.

"You said that your companions, will they be like you, word-for-word?" Chu Muyun smiled softly.

After he led the nine tribes to leave the three-legged confrontation, within three hours, they advanced thousands of miles along the edge of the Kunlun Wanli Mountain Range.

And this is the third team encountered in three hours.

Chu Muyun stopped talking nonsense, his palm holding Yi Shuihan's sword tightened slightly, and said with a smile: "Someone who knows the times, you'd better hand over the Kunlun Sword Order before you finish paying the two hundred and twenty-nine peaks." Otherwise, I might kill you by mistake!"

This time, the cooperation between the nine departments is quite tacit, although the two hundred and ninety-nine peaks seem to be quite orderly, but they lack a demon character who can really dominate a mountain, otherwise they would not have lost so badly.

Therefore, in Chu Muyun's eyes, the three isolated battle circles formed by the opponent's team of thousands of people should also be a cooperative formation. And the man in yellow in front of him is the commander-in-chief of the middle road battle circle, if he expects it to be good, the mountain master of the two hundred and ninety-nine peaks is this person.

Looking at Chu Muyun's smiling and delicate face, and the snow-white hair, a chill swelled in the heart of the man in yellow, the cold aura on this guy's body was terrifying.

Still a little unwilling to look at the surrounding hundreds of zhang away, the brothers in the mountains who were struggling desperately but had little hope, feeling the coldness in Chu Muyun's words, although the man in yellow was extremely reluctant in his heart, he didn't dare to procrastinate, and took out a Kunlun sword order from the warehouse chain with a bitter face.

Chu Muyun stretched out his hand and made a move, and the huge Kunlun Sword Order was suspended in front of him, and a cold ice spiritual power burst out in his palm, and the Kunlun Sword Order was instantly differentiated, one to two, two to four...... In the end, it was connected from end to end, and a total of 266 Kunlun sword orders surrounded him.

With a wave of his hand, Chu Muyun put these more than 200 Kunlun Sword Orders into the warehouse chain. I nodded secretly in my heart, yes, extremely fruitful harvest, I didn't expect that the thousand-thousand-thousand-armed army ranked second-to-last in the three hundred peripheral peaks actually had more than two hundred Kunlun Sword Orders!

Soon after Chu Muyun eliminated the man in yellow, the battle circles hundreds of zhang and thousands of zhang away also came to an end one after another.

However, looking at the wind and clouds, the expressions of Mo Sheng and the others did not seem to have gained much.

It seems that it is really as this guy said, all the Kunlun sword orders of the two hundred and ninety-nine peaks are concentrated on the mountain master alone, and he is really destined to be hanged on a tree!

"Up to now, we have about six hundred Kunlun Sword Orders. Chu Muyun pondered the thrilling battles that took place on this majestic rainy night and said.

"Fortunately, the strength of the teams I met tonight is not too strong!" Mo Sheng nodded and said.

"But then, we're ready to fight at any time. Because until now, we haven't met a team in the top 50 of the outer peaks. Thinking about the strength of the fiftieth Jiangdu king on the Golden Scale List, he is only ranked in the eighty-second peak, one can imagine what kind of existence there is in those Kunlun Peaks within the top fifty!"

"You don't have to be nervous, after these few battles, the formation of the eight demon formations has begun to take shape, and in the next game, you can let the opponent taste the power of the demon formation. Chu Muyun and the others, surrounded by the eight tribes in all directions, looked down from the night sky, and could vaguely see pieces of faint formation patterns, gradually chaotic among the eight divisions......

PS: It's a little late tonight, and I rushed three thousand words...... Ahem, ask for collection