It's night, and it's three quarters. On the sea, the night fog is thick.

Hundreds of "fishing boats" threw away their camouflage and turned into black speedboats. At the front of each speedboat stood a row of fine iron three-toothed forks. They are sharp and sharp, and they glow with a chilling cold light against the backdrop of the water waves.

Like swarms of wasps, they swarmed the four iron-hulled ships, and without declaring war, they pounced on the stone island from four directions.

"It's coming!" The disciples who had been ambushed in the spirit arrays for half the night were trembling with excitement.

This was their first battle in Immortal Mountain. It was also their first battle with the monks.

When they thought of going gong to gong and drum to drum, and to compete with the "Xianguan-sama" who they had worshiped as gods before, they only felt that their tail bones were surging through a "crackling" electric current as if they were flying.

Zhao Xuan was the commander-in-chief of the operation. It was the first time for him to swing his horse like this, to fight a group of real monks. And before that, he would at most lead a dozen or twenty Qingfeng Hall spies to ambush a few lone immortal rune soldiers, or make some black and eat black, and pit a certain head snake.

From the moment he entered the spirit array, he often sacrificed thousands of miles to observe the movement outside.

I waited for a little midnight. Finally, those guys showed their true colors, and they were really moving!

He couldn't help but clench the long sword in his hand, staring intently at the clairvoyant in front of him.

Ten miles! Five miles......

The warship in front of it was fan-shaped, breaking through the night fog, cutting through the waves, and rushing forward.

I didn't know that in front of me was a "pocket" that had long been opened.

That's great!

Closer, closer!

Zhao Xuan put away his clairvoyance. It was only a matter of a few breaths, and the fleet of the island before the rain was already two miles away. And this distance, with his current cultivation, there is no need to use clairvoyance.

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, he pressed his long sword and counted quickly and softly: "Ten, nine, eight, seven...... Three, two, one!"

As soon as the last number fell, the ships rushing at full speed on the opposite side happened to all rush into the Spirit Array.

"Up!" Wei Qingchen's clear voice sounded at the same time.

In an instant, the sea in front of him was like lightning and thunder, and countless silver-white lights swam away, illuminating the dark night sky.

"Oh no!

Now I know that I have won the plan!Hehe, it's late!Zhao Xuan grinned and smiled silently. He, like all his disciples, remained unmoved. One by one, they tensed up, clenched their swords, pricked up their ears, and listened carefully.

The sea instantly became a pot of porridge.

After each silver-white light cut through the night, it exploded over the enemy's head like a thunderbolt with a "bang". Eventually, it turned into dozens of white sharp arrows, swishing and falling like a rain of arrows.

"Ahhh......h

The human traffickers, who were fierce and vicious just now, fell down in pieces like harvested rice. The rest of the people were completely out of proportion in fright, holding their heads one by one, crying and shouting for their mothers and running away.

However, the white arrows followed.

With nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape, they decisively chose to jump into the sea to survive.

"Fluttering and fluttering......" is reflected on the white sea, like dumplings. The traffickers scrambled to jump out of the boat.

As a result, there was another wave of even more terrible and desperate screams.

Well, there's also a spirit circle on the sea.

It's a phantom array.

Those who enter the battle will see thousands of sharp-billed great white sharks, biting at them.

Actually, there are no great white sharks at all. They're just a transformation of wooden instruments. It doesn't hurt people at all, it's just scary to watch.

The most powerful thing about this formation is that if the person who enters the formation can't break this phantom formation, or effectively control the fear in his heart, he will treat his companion as a sharp-billed great white shark......

The pungent smell of blood quickly spread.

Where is this war? It was clearly a bloody one-sided massacre!

Zhao Xuan is a little better. He followed Shen Yun and saw with his own eyes how the latter cleaned up the robbers. Somewhat insightful. Nearly half of the disciples had never seen a real monk kill someone. They never imagined that the equipment they usually practiced would be such bloody and powerful weapons of mass destruction.

Watching the traffickers frantically killing each other in the sea, many people only felt that there was a gust of wind behind them—it turned out that the monks' methods of killing people were so brutal......

However, Zhao Xuan, as well as all the disciples who participated in the war, strictly guarded their posts and did not even say a word.

They were waiting, waiting for the order to strike.

At this time, it's not that I'm worried that my whereabouts will be exposed and I will startle the snake.

Because at this time, the snake was already in the pocket, and even if they pulled out all the grass, they would not be able to startle the snake.

Rather, after practicing for so long, they knew that the Spirit Array was not recognized by the six relatives. Before the order sounds, they rush in, only to end up with the same fate as these traffickers.

After about a quarter of an hour, the silvery light gradually stopped. The screams and fighting in the sea also stopped. The icy sea breeze was wrapped in the pungent smell of blood, and every now and then a moan or two of pain was struck.

In front of Zhao Xuan and them, there was no trafficker who could stand up.

However, the order has not yet been issued.

The disciples could only continue to wait.

At this moment, Zhao Xuan had fully understood Wei Qingchen's intentions in this battle - just this bit of human traffickers, Elder Wei alone could clean up neatly. Placing them in the Spirit Circle is not to ask them to join the war. It's about watching the game. Elder Wei is using the blood and lives of these traffickers to give them insight, and at the same time, it is also a bloody tempering for them.

So, he estimates, in the end, everyone's task is to clean up the battlefield.

Sure enough, when the moaning in the sea breeze also stopped, behind them, the familiar drum beat sounded.

Anxious but not chaotic, sonorous and powerful, listening to people's blood boiling.

This is the drum they are used to hearing during their usual exercises. It is also the war drum of war.

The person who beats the drums is not someone else, it is Wei Qingchen.

Hearing the familiar drum beat, Zhao Xuan and the disciples waved the big sword in their hands and shouted: "Kill!"

The dinghy carrying them rushed like an arrow off the string to the silent and blood-colored sea.

When all the dinghy rushed into the encirclement, the beat of the drum changed abruptly.

It couldn't be clearer, this is the order to pack up your things and go home for dinner.

At the end of the daily practice, it is this kind of drumbeat.

Zhao Xuan let out a breath of turbidity, put away his long sword, and waved to everyone as usual: "Clean up the battlefield!" Be careful, don't be hurt. Although he knew that it was impossible for someone to fake their death under the eyes of a primordial infant. However, he still has to be routine and remind. It's both a process and a rule.

"Yes. ”

The tense heartstrings loosened suddenly. Many disciples let out a "wow" and vomited.

After a long time on the battlefield and accustomed to seeing blood, they realized at this time that there were even more tragic than the "most tragic" they had seen before. In the hands of the mighty monks, the weak have no dignity at all.

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