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Jiang Ding no longer always makes a move.

His flight trajectory was not a straight line, but crooked, and he had to rewind from time to time.

This is to prevent the opponent from passing through his own route of casualties, so as to determine and predict his position, and lay an ambush in advance on the road that must be passed.

Although not necessarily afraid,

But there is only one life, and there is no reason not to be cautious.

After some time, it was thirty kilometers closer to the mark of the Seven Feathers.

A large number of disciples of the Seven Feather Sect and the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall gathered nearby, and the magic aura exploded, and the two sides were engaged in a brutal life-and-death battle.

"Kill! Kill all the thieves in the Blood Slaughter Temple! ”

"Those who retreat, the whole family is refined into walking corpses!"

Thousands of meters away, Jiang Ding silently stopped to watch, without moving.

It's not that he's cold-blooded.

This is not Xianmen, the ability and morality of temporary comrades-in-arms seem to be unreliable, betrayal of backstabbing and the like often happen, you must first take responsibility for your own safety and collect more battlefield intelligence.

It's a classic skirmish.

There were more than fifty disciples of the Seven Feather Sect, led by a peak Qi cultivation monk whose face was vaguely similar to that of Li Mingda, an old Taoist with rosacea.

This has a strict upper and lower order.

The cultivation of the remaining disciples is not bad, there are six monks in the late stage of Qi training, more than 30 people in the middle stage of Qi training, Gong Caiyu is one of them, and there are more than 20 monks in the early stage of Qi training.

And their opponent, the disciple of the Blood Slaughter Palace, also had a peak Qi cultivation cultivator, and the number of other late, middle, and early Qi cultivation cultivators was much smaller than that of the Seven Feather Sect.

It's okay to say it's two or one.

Theoretically, it should have the absolute upper hand and quickly break down the opponent.

"What is the reason for being at a disadvantage?"

Jiang Ding stared at the battlefield and quickly analyzed the battlefield intelligence.

Roar!

More than thirty black-haired zombies with ugly and hideous faces roared, their bodies covered with black mist and a foul smell, and they quickly pounced on more than fifty disciples of the Seven Feather Sect.

"Firebird!"

"Quicksand!"

Li Sanyuan's reaction was also remarkable, and a small number of disciples cast spells to block it, delaying the relatively bulky black-haired zombie group.

Most of the remaining disciples tried their best to use thunder spears, fireballs, water arrows and other hordes of spells to smash at the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall, wanting to directly smash them with overwhelming momentum, and even disrupt their formation.

Thundered!

At the same time that more than forty spells of various colors were issued, the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall also made movements.

"Poison Cloud Technique!"

The peak Qi cultivation cultivator of the Blood Slaughter Hall was a rickety old woman with a hoarse voice waving a dark brown lump of flesh.

"Poison Cloud Technique!"

"Poison ......"

At the moment when she made a move, more than thirty disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall also shot at the same time, and the traces of training were very strong, and they were the same spells, and they were cast in an orderly manner before and after each other.

More than thirty turquoise clouds flew out separately, merging to a certain extent in the sky, forming a huge green poisonous cloud, and the breath was greatly enhanced.

Zizi ......

The Seven Feather Sect's disciples' amazing spells fell on the green poison cloud, and there was a sound of corrosion and shattering, and the firebirds, earth spears, water balls, etc., dissolved one after another, and there was no longer the slightest power.

The green poisonous clouds look, but there are still some of them.

"Kill!"

Li Sanyuan's heart sank, and once again he and his junior brother cast a spell and a magic weapon to destroy it.

Unfortunately, this does not last.

Another green poisonous cloud hit, and soon after, it was a patch of bone arrows, and a patch of turquoise poisonous fire quickly crushed the disciples of the Seven Feathers Sect.

The black-haired zombie group that was stopped by a small number of disciples also got rid of their shackles and killed them.

Li Sanyuan's eyes showed a look of panic, holding a talisman in his hand, and looked back.

"The disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall have a high degree of unity."

"There have been traces of training formations among disciples, of course, it is only the most basic formation cooperation, and even the formation mage apprentice is far inferior."

"Zombie melee advantage, brutal order of superiors and subordinates, there should be a ban."

Jiang Ding summed up a few reasons why the other party won more with less.

In comparison, the Seven Feather Sect was much inferior in these aspects.

Exercises, seven-vein exercises, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind and thunder, it sounds pleasing to the ear, but it is actually obtained by the adventures of the ancestors, scattered and unsystematic, not to mention cooperation with each other, it is good if the spells do not conflict.

The training formation, the disciples are completely free-range, even if the disciples of the foundation building are only teaching exercises and spells, and nothing else matters.

Finally, there is not much difference in order.

"Three thousand years, not counting the death in battle, in the case of orderly inheritance, it is only five generations of Jindan."

"It seems that the organizational form of an ordinary sect is too short-lived, and no major changes have occurred."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

Exercises, spells, formations,

These three look simple, but they are actually things that affect the whole body, and if you change a little, the elixir, the cultivation environment, the cultivation of spiritual plants, and the cultivation of disciples will all change.

It is equivalent to all the inheritances of the sect must be updated once.

If there is no peerless genius born out of nowhere, or an extremely efficient and suitable sect organization form, the accumulation of three thousand years is short-lived, and it is called the lack of sect foundation in the immortal cultivation world.

"Battlefield information is gathered."

Jiang Ding pointed a little.

Eight or nine hundred meters away, the aura of heaven and earth fluctuated imperceptibly for a moment, and a light blue sword aura was generated openly on the battlefield, and the aura was extremely ordinary, without a threatening aura.

"Uncle Junior is here!"

Li Sanyuan, who was about to flee for his life, was overjoyed, took the lead, and turned around to kill the large group of Blood Slaughter Hall disciples, fearless.

"Childe!"

Gong Caiyu's small round face was pleasantly surprised, and she looked around to see what she was looking for.

"Meet Uncle Junior Ancestor!"

Not only the two of them, but all the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect were greatly boosted.

They no longer flinched, and their mana poured into the meridians desperately, and one after another more powerful spells flew out, and they actually blocked the spells of the Blood Slaughter Hall again.

"Little Uncle Ancestor?"

The look of the rickety old woman changed.

In the world of cultivating immortals, seniority is an existence that is highly unified with strength.

Ancestor.

This title is often Jindan monk!

"Ridiculous!"

The old woman quickly reacted and sneered: "The Nine Heavens Ruins Foundation Building Cultivator can't enter, let alone the Jindan Old Monster?" You shouldn't be so stupid if you want to intimidate us! ”

"Kill! Kill the demon thief! ”

The disciples of the Seven Feather Sect ignored her words, their morale was high, and one spell after another came to them, looking at them as if they were looking at piles of spirit stones, completely ignoring their own defenses.

For a while, not only did it resist, but it also had the meaning of a spell counterattack.

"That's just right, you can't escape."

The old woman's expression was indifferent, unaffected, and she still methodically ordered the disciples of the Blood Poison Hall under her command to cast spells one after another.

As long as the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect relax their mana a little, they can easily slaughter a large number of disciples, and it is no longer possible to run.

At the same time, she also noticed a light blue sword aura in the sky, and gave it great importance.

"Poison Spear!"

The old woman's lips squirmed slightly, and a green glittering poisonous spear shot out, and the other disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall who still had some strength left followed at the same time.

Woohoo!

At least sixteen or seventeen emerald bone spear magic weapons shot into the sky with a terrible scream.

Everyone is confident that even a peak Qi cultivation cultivator will be wiped out with one blow!

Shout!

As soon as the light blue sword qi passed through, the speed was incredibly fast, and only two emerald green bone spears were blocked in front of him, which were pierced, stagnated slightly, and dissipated.

In an instant, a bone shield pierced through at a speed that even the divine sense could not see, and appeared in the old woman's skull.

(End of chapter)