Ten figures flashed out from behind the chaotic stones, the sword trick was clenched, controlling the formation, and an aperture on the ground covered Gong Yong, and countless sword rays intertwined into a huge sword light within the aperture and pressed down.

These ten people are none other than the ten people who Xiao Fan has promoted their cultivation for, and now their cultivation is in the early stage of the True Realm, although they can't compete head-on with the masters of the Ning Dan Realm, but Xiao Fan has passed on a clever formation of the Holy Sword Sect to them, it is the current Tianluo Sword Net Formation, this formation can trap the enemy who is a hundred times better than the cultivator of the formation, and now Gong Yongzheng is in the middle of it, and he can't break free no matter what.

The swords crisscrossed and criss-crossed, making Miyanaga extremely scrambling to deal with it, but in the end, he could no longer parry, countless swords and rays stopped in front of every inch of his skin through his defensive air shield, and he held the gun in place, as long as he moved slightly, the sword could easily hurt his skin.

"Elder Miyanaga!"

Feilong and the other five Ning Dan Realm martial artists also arrived, but they were still a step late, but seeing that Gong Yong was already trapped in the sword array, and just as the others were about to step forward, Fang Haochu was already blocking the body of the others with a slashing saber, and shouted: "If you take a step forward, you will be allowed to fall to the ground!"

Zhen Ze and the others also caught up, standing on both sides of Fang Haochu, and then the ten people who controlled the formation also followed closely behind the three, each glaring at Feilong and the others angrily.

"Withdraw, they are prepared, there must be a trap, lest our whole army be annihilated, retreat first!"

The fat dragon was originally a timid person, seeing the other party's formation, he glanced at Gong Yong, who was trapped in the formation, and decisively turned around and ran, and the other four naturally couldn't work hard for Gong Yong, and followed the pace of the fat dragon.

"Phew! What a bunch of bastards, they're all out of the way in such a scare!"

Zhen Ze snorted lightly and said disdainfully. "The war with us is just the lackey of the bloodless tribe, not the army of the real bloodless tribe, and Jing Wuxue did not come, so our victory is expected, and we must be more cautious in the next battle, because Gongyong is captured, Jing Wuxue will definitely come in person!"

Fang Haochu looked at Gong Yong in the sword formation and said lightly.

After the defeat of the five Fat Dragons, they did not flee back to see Jing Wuxue, they knew that Jing Wuxue would never let them go easily, so they simply led their subordinates to flee in all directions, in this station, they also understood the power of the Little Saint Tribe, and what was even more terrifying was that they not only failed miserably, but even a high-level of the Little Saint Tribe, because they clearly understood that Fang Haochu and the others were not the original figures of the Little Saint Tribe, but the leader of the Dapeng tribe in the past, it seemed that they were subdued by the Little Saint Tribe, and only these people could defeat them, so it was difficult to imagine how strong the real strength of the Little Saint Tribe would be。

Therefore, the bloodless tribe may not necessarily be the one who wins steadily, and even if it wins, it will definitely be a disastrous victory, and then the strength of either side will be greatly damaged, and then the five tribes of them will unite and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

In addition to these five two-star tribes who did not go back to see Jing Wuxue, even more than a dozen one-star tribes had more than half of them fled in all directions, and only three or four tribesmen went back to see Jing Wuxue, which made Jing Wuxue extremely angry, vowing to peel the skin and cramp of several traitors such as Feilong, but now Gong Yong is in the hands of the other party, and he and Gong Yong are also friends of fate, so naturally they can't see death without help, so they can only suppress their infinite anger and personally lead 20,000 soldiers and horses to Huannan Prefecture, where the little saint tribe is stationed.

At night, the air was extremely oppressive, the moon was dark and the wind was high, at this moment, a strange black shadow approached the military camp of the little holy tribe, they shuttled extremely fast, like elves in the night, silently jumped into the military camp, into a round tent next to each other, shuttled extremely fast, but did not find a person.

Bear!

Suddenly, the flames broke out, and countless shouts of killing shook the sky, and I saw countless figures coming from all directions, surrounding these hundred people in the middle.

"Jing Wuxue, how did you fall to the point of stealing chickens and dogs?"

Fang Haochu and the three of them walked out of the crowd and said with a playful expression.

The person who attacked was Jing Wuxue, he came in advance with Bai Qun and a hundred elites of the bloodless tribe, and then entered the military camp of the Little Saint Tribe, the purpose was to rescue Gong Yong while the army of the Bloodless Tribe had not yet arrived and the Little Saint tribe was negligent in taking precautions.

But the moment he jumped into the military camp of the Little Sage Tribe, he already felt the ambush around him, but he didn't immediately take people out, but entered it with all his might, but he was also extremely confident in his own strength, and he knew that this was the only chance to save Gong Yong, if the two armies fought head-on, the other party would take Gong Yong as a threat, and he would definitely make himself afraid, so that his morale would be greatly reduced, and he would already be defeated without a fight.

Jing Wuxue snorted coldly: "I came for two purposes, one is to take my brother home, and the other is to kill the commander of your little saint tribe!"

Zhen Ze's face changed when he heard this, and he shouted: "The turtle in the urn also dares to speak wildly, looking for death!"

After that, Zhen Ze and another martial artist of the Ning Dan Realm, named Gou Ji, walked towards Jing Wuxue together, only to see Bai Qun behind Jing Wuxue, the folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, and stepped forward to intercept the attack of the two.

Bai Qun's strength is still above Gong Yong, and his cultivation is in the middle of the Ning Dan Realm, second only to Jing Wuxue in the bloodless tribe, and as soon as he makes a move, he forcibly suppresses the offensive of the two.

The bright red robe of Jing Wuxue's whole body agitated, and a very domineering murderous aura spread, condensing a blood-red mark and hitting towards Fang Haochu.

Fang Haochu did not confront the other party head-on, dodged lightly, avoided the blood mark, and then slashed at the other party with a knife.

Jing Wuxue's moves were domineering, shattering the sword with one palm, and then rising from the ground, slapping his palm at Fang Haochu again.

Fang Haochu's face changed greatly, he reluctantly avoided the palm print, and then disappeared into the sea of people, Jing Wuxue chased after him, and more than thirty soldiers of the Little Saint Tribe had already fallen to the ground with a wave of his palm, everyone just didn't dare to meet Jing Wuxue, and took the initiative to make way for him, so Jing Wuxue didn't have to make much effort, and he had already entered the inner camp of the military camp.

The hundred people brought by Jing Wuxue also rushed together with the soldiers of the surrounding Little Saint Tribe, which were also the elites of the Bloodless Tribe, and naturally they could also resist the surrounding attacks, but the Little Saint Tribe seemed to have another purpose, after Jing Wuxue instantly passed through everyone and arrived at the inner camp, the human wall suddenly closed and stopped the hundred people, obviously to cut off the connection between them and Jing Wuxue.

Bai Qun held a folding fan in his hand, and his moves were elegant and agile, defeating Zhen Ze and Gou Ji, at this time, Fang Haochu didn't know where it came from, and stood down in the air.

Bai Qun's face changed slightly, but he also knew the plan, the folding fan in his hand danced, a fan and the knife were together, and it exploded at the same time, Fang Haochu came to Zhen Ze's side with a somersault, and the three of them started a new round of attack, and the three of them fought side by side to change the situation, after all, Bai Qun's cultivation was only in the middle of the Ning Dan Realm, and it was still difficult to fight against the three martial artists in the early stage of the Ning Dan Realm.

Not long after, Jing Wuxue had already come to the front of the Shuai camp, and his palms contained blood-red true qi, and with a clasp of the two palms, the blood light suddenly rose to the sky, forming a huge handprint pressed down.

In the middle of the camp, the curtain was suddenly lifted, and an incomparably sharp sword suddenly shot out, instantly cutting the suppressed handprint in half, and the afterglow flew sideways, shooting towards Jing Wuxue.

Jing Wuxue was slightly stunned, and he avoided the sword on one side, and said in surprise: "It is a master of the late stage of the Ning Dan Realm!"

"Now that you know, don't hurry up and arrest it!"

A crisp and heroic voice sounded, and then behind the curtain of the handsome camp came a wonderful figure, holding a shining sword, which was the red sleeve.

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