A line of nine people!

All the foundation is really cultivated!

Such a force is already extremely good on the battlefield.

However, they were very unlucky, and at the beginning of the battle, they were bombarded by the puppet army of the Luoyun Sect, so that they were all wounded.

After paying a certain price, he chose to retreat from the side.

Eight of them were led by the seriously injured monk in the late stage of foundation building.

Without him, because the other party is the true inheritance of the Jade Ding Sword Sect!

The injured true legend of the Sword Sect is still the true legend of the Sword Sect!

At this moment, while everyone was hurrying, some people looked back from time to time.

"Lan Zhenchuan, the monks of the Falling Cloud Sect are still in hot pursuit, what should we do?"

There was an anxious voice from a monk in the middle of foundation building.

As soon as these words came out, the rest of the people looked nervous.

No one expected that the monk of the Falling Cloud Sect, whose performance had been mediocre before, would burst out with unimaginable combat power today.

No more one-on-one battles.

Either hundreds of monks gathered in an army, or in groups of three or five, cooperating with each other.

With the help of a venerable puppet, even a powerful late-stage foundation building monk would not be able to overcome the puppet level.

Even if someone forcibly rushed in.

However, the monks of the Falling Cloud Sect can also use the puppets to delay, fight and retreat, and even remotely control the puppets to surround them in turn.

In this way, after several fights, everyone was afraid.

Lan Zhenchuan's face turned pale, and he glanced back at the back with hatred.

"You can't just run away like this!"

"Wait for everyone to prepare together, turn around and take them by surprise and annihilate them all!"

Someone worried: "But it was Han Zheng who chased and killed us!" He is the grandson of Han Zhan Zhenren, if we hurt him, will we offend a Yuanying Zhenren? ”

Offend the real person of Yuanying!

This kind of thing, even just talking about it, is heartbreaking.

Lan Zhenchuan's face was cold, "What about offending?" Since he is on the battlefield, there is no reason why he should only be allowed to kill others, and we should not be allowed to kill him. What's more, if you can take his head, it will be a great achievement on my Sword Sect's side! ”

"Everyone, are you afraid of Han Zhan Zhenren, aren't you afraid of our Sword Sect's Jade Ding Zhenren?"

As soon as this remark came out.

Everyone calmed down.

Oh, yes! They have Yuanying real people, don't we have them on our side?

On the battlefield, everyone is equal.

There is never a reason to be killed.

For a while, the Nine Great Foundation Building True Cultivators were all settled in their hearts.

Some people were even eager to try, fantasizing that if they killed Han Zheng with their own hands, they would get some reward from the Sword Sect.

Compared to the fantasies of these people.

Farther behind, five mid-foundation monks were flying at great speed.

The number of people is small.

But the momentum is eye-catching.

Along the way, there were occasional vassal forces of Zhuji Zhenxiu who saw it, and they were all busy retreating.

None of them.

These five people are all true disciples of the Luoyun Sect.

It seems that there are only five people, but if the fire is at full power, no one knows how many puppets they can summon.

I don't even know if there will be any battle puppets comparable to the late stage of foundation building and even the Great Perfection realm among those puppets.

Among the five people, there are many people whose realm is as deep as the sixth layer of foundation building.

But it is clear that all four of them are faintly headed by the monk who built the fourth layer of the foundation in the center.

"Senior Brother Han Zheng, it's just a few defeated generals, do you need to chase after him like this?"

Facing his senior brother's incomprehension, Han Zheng smiled slightly.

"The other eight are not more than Er'er, but inside, there is still a true inheritance of the later stage of the Sword Sect, and that one is our target!"

Hearing this, the rest of the people were instantly stunned.

As the overlord of the domain, the Jade Ding Sword Sect has stood for hundreds of years since Dingding.

However, the number of sword cultivators under the sect, over the years, is only comparable to one more than that of Qingdan Valley.

Compared with the seven sects, it can be said to be outstanding, but it is not capable of overwhelming the others.

So for so many years, the Jade Ding Sword Sect was only the overlord of the Jade Ding Domain, not the only master.

Quantity, is their biggest drawback!

Since the beginning of the war, they have either been grouped or stationed on one side, and there are few solitary sword cultivators.

On the side of the Seventh Mountain, the number of sword cultivators sent to garrison is even smaller.

Now I finally met a true sword cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

Naturally, there is no reason to let go of each other!

Just as a few people were chasing, Han Zheng suddenly had a look of surprise on his face.

"Huh?"

"Senior brother, what's wrong?"

"Speed up!" Han Zheng's face changed slightly, and he blurted out.

Immediately, the five of them all bloomed with aura and pursued forward.

Not only that, but one by one they even summoned a puppet, ready to fight at any time.

It's just that sometimes when they find out, it's already happening.

Han Zheng's footsteps paused violently.

His eyes widened and he looked at the night sky in horror.

A blazing sun, blooming from the night!

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

Immediately, the boundless fire bloomed.

The vast waves of qi rolled forward, affecting a radius of ten miles.

In that blazing explosion, the nine figures were terrified, and each used his own means to defend.

With the strength of nine people, he fought against the first- and second-order spells, even if he was in a hurry, but in the end, he still carried it down.

But then, a figure entered the wolf pack and killed it.

Armed with a long gold and black stick, large or small, short or long, it constantly harvests the lives of enemies.

"Ahh

"Poof......

"Damn, it's Tiankuizi!"

One, two, three......

After suffering the sudden attack of the Furious Sun Technique, the formation of the Nine Great Foundations had already been shattered.

So much so that Chu Kui's harvest was like entering a no-man's land, and he couldn't meet any decent resistance.

In just a few breaths, six people fell under his attack.

Among them, there is even a presence in the middle of foundation building.

Lan Zhenchuan looked at this scene with tears in his eyes.

There is a barrier in front, and there are chasing soldiers in the back, and there is no way to go to heaven and earth.

Suppressed the blood in his throat and let out a low cry.

"Split up!"

The other two mid-foundation monks fled in the other direction without hesitation.

Lan Zhenchuan turned into a sword in his body, and he exploded with extreme speed, and he was about to leave.

The speed of sword cultivation is extremely fast!

Even if you haven't reached the Jindan stage yet, in the foundation building period, if you don't have the Five Elements Escape Technique or the corresponding Flying Secret Technique, you can be regarded as a leader.

However, as soon as the figure moved, a figure that was not inferior to his speed, and a few tremors appeared in front of him.

The red robe is dazzling, and the big sleeves are displayed.

"Fellow Daoist, borrow your head for a while!"

"Scumbag, don't think!"

Lan Zhenchuan did not hesitate, and the sword light that enveloped his whole body suddenly condensed, turning into a sharp sword and heading towards the red figure in front of him.

This sword is sharp!

This blow is undoubtedly the strongest blow Luo Chen has faced since he came out in battle.

It's not just as simple as the seventh-layer cultivator can break out.

He took a deep breath, and the sword he was holding upside down in his back stabbed forward.

"Duh!"

With a soft shout, the Xuanhuo Sword turned into a meteor and shot straight ahead.

Not only that, but his eyes widened violently, and the faint light was like nine ghostly beings looking at Qing Ming.

Under this glance, Lan Zhenchuan was stunned for a moment, and there was a momentary delay.

When he woke up, the sword pill he sent out had already fallen into a blue ocean, and he was slowly advancing in it.

In front of him, there was a bright firelight, and the sound of the sword pierced into his body.

"How can it be so ......?"

He opened his mouth and muttered, and then his entire body was slammed into the mountain wall by the Xuanhuo Sword.

Airplanes!!!

In the glass light curtain, a sword pill swirled drippingly.

With the death of the master, it seemed to let out a wail, and gradually stopped moving.

"Humph!"

Luo Chen snorted coldly, grabbed it out with his big hand, and forcibly took off the sword pill.

Then look in the opposite direction.

As far as the eye can see, it is the picture of Chu Kui's long stick sweeping and blowing up the two mid-foundation building monks in the air.

"Danchenzi, it's a little unkind for you to do this!"

A voice with hidden anger came.

Luo Chen looked at the voice owner with a calm expression.

Han Zheng stepped on a black wooden kite and stared at him with a gloomy expression.

Behind him, the four mid-foundation building monks were even more poised to go, and their momentum was unabashedly released.

I don't know when, Chu Kui had already packed up the spoils and walked to Luo Chen's side in silence.

The two stood side by side, facing five wolf-like gazes.

(End of chapter)