In terms of realm, Qingyang warriors belong to the highest Ding Zhan, reaching the four heavens of the grandmaster, stationed at the north gate, and beware of overseas.

The second is Tang Xiaoshu and the general Yang Shouzhong, and the grandmaster is between three and four.

But when it comes to combat power, most male warriors cultivate domineering true qi, and their martial arts are mainly fierce.

Female warriors, on the other hand, generally prefer a soft and long true qi, focusing on light and agile body movements, but they are congenitally at a disadvantage in head-to-head combat.

I saw that as soon as Tang Xiaoshu entered, after helping Xu Ce break the siege with a dart, he was slashed by the enemy with a big axe on the black spear that was blocking, and he flew more than 30 meters away.

In a short confrontation, the gap between the two sides widened, and the Qingyang side fell into the disadvantage of parrying.

Yang Shouzhong frowned and said: "That fat man should be the Grandmaster Yizhongtian, but the physical strength is surprisingly great, and it is a natural divine power!" ”

Zhong Yan, who didn't know much about marching and fighting, asked: "What are the rules for such a point to provoke?" ”

Yang Shouzhong was stunned for a moment and explained: "Generally, it is initiated by the attacker, and the number of rounds is used to fight against each other, divided into three, five and ten people, which can be caught and killed, or a small team battle with many people, and the winner or loser is determined by the number of games or numbers, which represents the strength of the team and has a great impact on morale......

Sometimes, the coaches of both sides will decide before the battle, and directly decide the winner or loser by provoking, but most of this situation is not counted, and most of the losers do not admit their accounts and refuse to give in, and in the end they still have to rush to kill with a large army. ”

Xia Xinzhu followed: "There is no specific rule for the number of times the monk fights against the sub-realm, but the opponent can fight until the other party does not dare to send people. ”

Zhong Yan bowed his head, feeling a little similar to the princes' race.

Su Yue said: "It's all an unwritten rule formed over the years, the two armies are fighting, the soldiers are not tired of cheating, and there are many cases of sudden killers from the high realm to the low realm. ”

Zhong Yan's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "Face, it's worthless in front of the winner." ”

After continuing to look at it for a while, he said, "Let them retreat." ”

Yang Shouzhong instructed the soldiers not far away to beat the drums.

Xu Ce and Tang Xiaoli retreated, and the two generals on the opposite side did not pursue, brandishing weapons and shouting.

Suddenly, the Minglan army sounded the neat shouts of the mountains and tsunamis, and the mood was high and the fighting spirit was awe-inspiring.

Peng Lianlang laughed and rose to the sky: "Su Daoyou, how is it?" It's better to ...... than to avoid the misery of life."

Su Yue snorted coldly and shouted: "Heart! ”

"Yes, Master!"

A young girl threw out a flying sword and walked away.

"Seven Peaks Tan Xin, Seven Layers of Qi Refining!"

"Haha, little sister, I'm going to fight you!"

On the opposite side, a burly boy of seventeen or eighteen years old rushed out, who was also in the seventh-layer realm of qi refining.

Boom boom boom~

Both sides opened the way with talismans, and the fireballs collided, and the flames shot out, looking like a huge momentum, impacting the minds of the mortal army.

Bang ~ A close air blow, the two of them flew upside down, separated by more than 20 meters, and the sword urged various spells, supplemented by talismans.

The sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and the sneer is endless.

Bai Feifei said: "Xin'er is a disciple of the senior sister, ranked eighth, true spirit root, seven layers can fight ordinary nine layers ......"

Zhong Yan's face was calm, the little girl was good, but the young man opposite definitely didn't have an ordinary background.

Only after more than 30 encounters, he saw the result, Tan Xin was going to lose.

Really.

Less than half an hour.

In the face of Tan Xin's 'Ten Thousand Swords Beacon Fire', the young man shouted violently, rushed forward in the sky with the sword, blocked the road with four fireball talismans, and slashed out the killing sword at the cost of serious injuries.

A skull flew up, was put into a storage bag, and its clothes flew back with blood.

A young girl, the budding true spiritual root has fallen.

This is the cruelty of war!

"Eighth Senior Sister!" Someone screamed, drowned out by the shouts of the army on the opposite side.

Su Yue's face was unwavering.

Zhong Yan said: "Wu Ye, you go." ”

"Yes, Master!"

Wu Ye, who was wearing a blue shirt, had a dark face and showed fortitude, and flew out of the city wall to meet a new white-clothed young man with an eighth-layer qi refining on the opposite side.

The strength of the Qingyang monks is definitely weak, except for the seven peaks in the same realm, which has strong combat power, they belong to the Zhong clan, but the younger generation of the Zhong Mansion has not yet grown up.

The disciples of the Five Elements Sect are also good, but they have all broken through to the foundation.

The remaining scattered cultivators in Qingyang City were difficult to resist in the face of the Sanhe Sect that gathered the talents of the entire Wei Kingdom.

And Wu Ye is an adopted disciple of the Zhong Mansion, the eighth layer of the Three Spirit Root Qi Refining, with outstanding combat power, and is one of the best existences in the family Qi refining period.

However, this time it was faster.

In one shot, more than ten rounds, Wu Ye was hit, seriously injured and fell to the ground, and his head was removed.

The young man's sword was in the air, his white clothes were fluttering, his expression was cold, and he was extremely confident: "You can refine your qi to perfection." ”

There was a dead silence on the city wall, and the faces of the people were ugly.

Zhong Qihuan, who was at the ninth level of Qi refining, stepped forward, pursed his lower lip and said, "Father, I'll fight him!" ”

Zhong Yan shook his head and said, "You are not his opponent, that young man's vitality is pure and condensed, and he should be the Heavenly Spirit Root of the Cultivation Limit Critical." ”

Wei Siyu: "Build the foundation and fight!" ”

"Master, I'll go!"

A woman in a pink skirt said to Su Yue, and went directly into the sky, revealing the three-layer cultivation of the foundation.

"Senior brother is back!" A person also flew out from the opposite side, blocking in front of the young man in white, laughing: "Little lady, the master will play with you!" ”

Boom Boom Boom ~ Battles broke out.

Yang Xinnian's face changed: "It's him!" This person's name is Chen Bo, the core disciple of the Cangxing Sect, when I attacked the Cangxing Sect, I fought with him, and the winner was not divided, and the fifth senior sister would definitely not be able to fight him! ”

Now Yang Xinnian has built the sixth layer of the foundation, and the other party has only built the third layer of the foundation, which is obviously suppressing the realm cultivation.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, a man named Chen Bo had the upper hand, and he made a gesture with ease, and he did not kill with thunder, but deliberately played.

"Little lady, it's too slow, hurry up!"

He slapped the storage bag, summoned a spear weapon, and stabbed it forward: "Look at the gun!" ”

The red pillar of light soared, hitting the protective shield and directly crushing the defense, and the corner of the 'fifth senior sister' mouth was bleeding, flying upside down, and her hands flew and pinched.

Chen Bo smiled, "Little lady, isn't my gun powerful?" Long and thick! ”

The monks on the other side burst into laughter.

"You can't do this!"

"In this way, the master looks at you and looks lovely, why don't you be my maid and teach you profound powers on the couch!"

The fifth junior sister's face turned red, and she shouted, 'You are looking for death', and the fighter threw out a copper bell magic weapon, and the golden mangs of the Dao Dao shone away between the rotations, and at the same time, the jade hand pinched the seal.

Zhong Yan only heard Su Yue sigh softly.

"Yo! Angry! The angry look is so good-looking, the master likes it! ”

Chen Bo was teasing on his lips, but his expression was solemn and serious, and he used his body to swim among the many golden mangs, holding a shield in his right hand, blocking it towards the big handprint in the sky.

Boom~ The big stele slammed him, fell to the ground, stabilized his body, and instantly pinched and pressed into the air.

Boom!

The fifth senior sister who urged the Void Great Monument Hand was weak in succession, her face was pale, and she didn't have time to dodge, a bloody palm print appeared on her chest, and she spat blood from her mouth and flew upside down.

Zhong Yan sighed in his heart, everything is flawed, as soon as the big stele hand comes out, it is doomed to death, in the end, it is inexperienced.

"Fifth Senior Sister!"

Yang Xinnian swooped down and flew to the rescue.

Chen Bo snapped his fingers, and a sword pierced through the eyebrows of the woman in the pink skirt.

Qingyang fell again.

"It turned out to be Fairy Yang, is this thinking about the master?"

"Come on, come on, let's continue the frontier and have a wind and snow moon that attracts everyone's attention!"

Facing Yang Xinnian, who was two orders higher, Chen Bo was not afraid at all, and took off to meet the attack, fighting to one place.

The two turned into a ball of light, shooting vertically and horizontally in the sky, their vitality was agitated, and the sword light was raging.

Zhong Yan looked at it for a while, and said to Yu Qingyao: "Call Song Lingyue to come." ”

On the side, Su Yue's eyes flashed slightly, and he was suspicious in his heart.

After a quarter of an hour of fierce confrontation, Yang Xinnian and Chen Bo were inseparable, and they were on equal footing.

A man in black flew out of the Ming Lan army: "Senior Brother Chen, take a break, let me come to the activity to move my muscles." ”

Zhong Yan said to Song Lingyue: "Take out your skills!" Kill one person and ten thousand spirit stones! ”

Song Lingyue, who was dressed in a sky-blue suit, shook her head, swept her eyes over Su Yue's face, and flew out of the city.

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