Jungle to the east.

The forest is deep and the grass is dense, and the mountain wind is howling.

Qian Tong and the other ten monks were separated by fifty meters from the Cloud Sect cultivators, hiding their figures, and constantly advancing forward in a meniscus formation, landing without a trace.

From time to time, wild boars, elk, tigers and other ordinary beasts ran in the mountains and forests, eating grass and hunting, and they were not disturbed in the slightest.

"Senior Qian, please slow down the speed to a quarter of what it is now."

A jade pendant on Qian Tong's waist flashed slightly, transforming into a secret divine consciousness fluctuation and transmitting it to his sea of consciousness.

He was slightly stunned.

It's already the regular speed of taking care of the fifth-level juniors and disciples in the team, how can it be slow?

But they quickly reacted that the mortal's speed could not keep up with them.

"A quarter slower, a little more cautious."

Qian Tong said in a deep voice.

The tacit understanding formed by years of cultivation together made the others instinctively do it, and the speed slowed down, and only then did they begin to think about the meaning of this order, and there was a look in their eyes.

Xianmen,

Even if you are an Immortal Sect, it would be too humiliating to use a mortal to control us!

Four thousand meters later, away from the cloud sect monk's crescent moon formation, Jiang Ding walked through the woods with an anti-materiel sniper rifle on his back, equally silent and silent, with no one in sight.

On the interface of his tactical helmet, the geographical images of mountains and rivers passed by one by one, and a total of seven drones were controlled by him, flying at an altitude of 3,000 meters.

This is not a shooting range, and it is not uncommon for military drones to be shot down.

In addition to this, there is an interface where ten small dots are moving, and it is the same person who is money.

Jiang Ding was in charge of reconnaissance in the east, and there were also manpower in several other directions, quickly drawing the terrain and fire strike coordinates here.

Since receiving the reconnaissance order, he has been walking through this jungle for seven or eight hours, spanning more than 150 kilometers, and seven drones have opened up the reconnaissance width of more than 50 kilometers in the sky, and nothing has been found so far.

The battlefield was too big, and the reconnaissance troops of the Seventh Middle School might have passed not far from them.

Suddenly, a drone screen went black.

Enemy!

Jiang Ding's expression was awe-inspiring, and in the perspective of other drones ten kilometers away, the drone suddenly exploded, and many fragments were also broken twice.

It was a heavy machine gun bullet, fired in bursts, and it was possible that multiple snipers fired together.

This is unlikely, the Scout Infantry course is very difficult, and it is impossible for the Seventh Middle School to give birth to multiple Scout Infantrymen now, as a high-grade special magic weapon, Xianmen will only be distributed to the corresponding profession.

"The enemy has appeared, and the location is unknown."

Jiang Ding warned and controlled other drones to stay away from the crashed drone, and tried to find a place where there were clouds to hide.

Qian Tong's expression became serious, and he paid more attention to the operation of the concealment spell.

Although you may meet people from the same lineage, no one will leave a hand for people outside of your own lineage, and only by killing all the disciples of the other lineage can you end this inner disciple trial and promote the inner disciple!

It's another drone, and the picture is black.

Jiang Ding finally discovered a drone hidden in a white cloud five or six kilometers away.

Raise the anti-materiel sniper rifle that has already been charged, aim, predict its trajectory, guide the input of one-sixth of the internal force blessing, and wait for it to resurface.

Bang!

After waiting for a moment, there was an extremely slight gunshot, and the drone that had just emerged from the small half of the body shattered.

Jiang Ding put down the gun, and the internal force in his hand continued to be entered, and it was expected to take six minutes to fully charge.

At the same time, in the microcomputer of the tactical helmet, one drawing line after another is listed, and the calculation is quickly based on the two downed drones.

Starting from the point where the two drones crashed, with a height of 3,247 meters as the ordinate, an area was drawn out in the ground jungle with the effective range of five kilometers of heavy machine guns as the axis.

"Check out this area."

Jiang Ding ordered.

Those who came out to investigate, there is a high probability that it is a person from the Seven Inner Qi Realm who is paired with the Dao soldiers of the Liyun Sect.

The Immortal Sect Qi Cultivator's combat power will drop sharply when he leaves the tank, and he will also be easily discovered by his divine sense, and he will not be much stronger than the Inner Qi Realm martial artist.

You can't always drive a tank to pull a long road through the jungle to scout.

Unless it's the kind of super elite.

In addition to maintaining his own cultivation, practicing the driving tank shooting spell, and the knowledge of various formation culture courses, he can also find time to practice the hidden detection spell, which is beyond common sense.

There is no such monk.

Except for Li Tie, who was at the eighth level of the Twin Spirit Root Qi Cultivation Sect in the Seventh Middle School, the other Qi Cultivation Cultivators were not Er'er, and they were one step away from the Qi Cultivation Cultivator in the First Middle School.

As for the monks of the Liyun Sect,

Dao soldiers are restricted from using many Xianmen-specific magic weapons, and the detection range is too small.

"Yes!"

Qian Tong and the others had a bitter look on their faces, but they didn't dare to disobey the order, and rushed straight towards the coordinate area demarcated by Jiang Ding, carefully using their divine sense to explore every jungle.

A seventh-level Qi cultivator, his divine sense covers a radius of seventy meters, and this area is not small.

They are still moving, turning in circles irregularly, extremely fast, and although the demarcated area is wide, it can still be roughly walked in ten minutes.

"Nope."

"I didn't find it, Senior Brother Qian."

The monks below kept coming in reports, the same as the results of their own investigations.

"Okay, move on, don't be careless, although that one is also a mortal, we can't find him......" Qian Tong breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to cheer up, when two translucent sneaky figures appeared on the edge of his divine sense.

It's just translucent, and there is a huge gap with their superiors, and you can see some clues just by the naked eye, not to mention scanning with your divine sense, and even a few hairs on the other party can be seen clearly.

They don't dare to move forward quickly, they sneak around, and once they leave traces in the trees and grass, they will be found faster.

Qian Tong was silent for a moment.

"Kill!"

He drank coldly, and the cold divine sense entered the minds of every junior disciple.

Shout!

In an instant, ten cloud-colored flying swords flew out, and they only killed two transparent figures in an instant.

"Discovered!"

Jiang Jinxian and Wu Jinqian's faces changed greatly, the flying sword was in the air, and the cold killing intent was piercing, and they really realized the gap with them.

What kind of internal qi is so big Zhou Tian, how ridiculous is the leader of the martial arts of the Seventh Middle School in front of these flying swords!

"Help me!"

The two instinctively shouted.

The lean monk who guarded within a range of tens of meters was a little crooked, and the eighth-layer monk who practiced qi in a dignified manner, with his subordinates who got along day and night, was sent to guard two ant-like mortals, and his hands and feet were tied.

But he didn't dare not save it.

It was also a monk from the Liyun Sect, and the same ten flying swords flew out, instantly blocking the flying swords on the opposite side, and the two were fiercely entangled together, the sword qi overflowed, and the big wood with a thick waist fell down when it rubbed it.

Jiang Jinxian and the others took this opportunity, no longer restrained, and desperately fled to the rear with all their speed.

"The people of Black Cloud Peak."

Qian Tong's face was cold, and he was slashed by the lean eighth-layer cultivator with the flying sword, and suddenly, the cloud-colored flying sword turned, bypassing the heads of Jiang Jinxian and the others, and the good heads were thrown away, the sword qi exploded, and the body was cut into countless thin pieces.

Mortals are too fragile to protect.

"Look for death!"

The lean monk was furious.

A mere seventh-level Qi cultivator dared to be distracted while fighting him, he didn't know how to write it!

The mid-grade magic weapon cloud-colored flying sword suddenly burst out with a brilliant light, and its speed doubled slightly, and in an instant, it came to Qian Tong and slashed it fiercely.

Only one slash,

Qian Tong's shield magic weapon was dim and crumbling, and the flying sword was still on the way back to help, so it was too late to resist.

The lean monk's flying sword aura did not lose any damage, it became more and more dazzling, and after one slash, it turned again, easily slicing through the already dim shield and slashing towards his neck.

"Spare my life, I am equivalent to a disciple of the Liyun Sect......"

Qian Tong showed a look of fear, regretting that he should not have obeyed the mortal's order to kill him.

"Ridiculous!"

The lean monk's face became more and more hideous, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain, and his whole body was weak.

Looking down, there was a fist-sized blood hole in his waist at some point, his body was stiff, and even the flying sword became dull.

Rumble!

A blazing flame erupted in the blood cavern, turning him into a cloud of ashes.

More than 4,000 meters away,

Jiang Ding picked up the gun, quickly moved away from the original sniper position, the internal force of his whole body exploded, and he ran wildly.

"Run! This coordinate is no longer safe! ”