At the sound of the trumpet, a group of indigenous monks of the sacred land of San walked briskly out of the nearest cottage with three strangely shaped ballistae on board, which were very different from the usual ones, and the crossbow arm contained a large box.

It was clear that among the trapped foreign monks were those who had experienced the battle, and only a few people could be heard shouting: "Oh no! That's a repeating crossbow! Everyone be careful, and quickly prepare your defense." ”

Liang Cheng had never seen such a bow and crossbow, and when he heard this, he hurriedly looked at the bow and crossbow, only to see that the bow and crossbow were twice as large as those used by a single person, exuding a faint spiritual power, which showed that this thing was not an ordinary crossbow arrow, but a magic weapon.

Through the box on the crossbow arm, you can see that it is full of crossbow arrows, and if it is really a crossbow magic weapon, it is extremely powerful to fire continuously.

There were about 2,000 foreign monks who came to the Sacred Land this time, and there were about 300 people surrounded here, facing nearly 1,000 indigenous monks and demon beasts in total.

Liang Cheng didn't really care about their lives or deaths, and his original plan was to be satisfied as long as there was a scuffle that was strong enough to get him out.

But now that the indigenous monks have come up with such three murderous weapons, Liang Cheng is very worried that the scene will become simpler, if this battlefield becomes a one-sided situation, and the foreign monks are slaughtered by these natives, then he will not be able to hide here, and he will not have a chance to escape, not to mention, it will be even worse if he is discovered.

Helpless, Liang Cheng had no choice but to go against his original intention and plan to wait for an opportunity to intervene in the situation of this small battlefield. The current situation is that more than 300 foreign monks are facing more than 1,000 natives, and the pressure is already very great, plus these three powerful repeating crossbows, they are in an absolute weakness, if there is no backhand, the possibility of being wiped out is not small.

As the ballista took aim in place, the foreign monks who were surrounded in a narrow area were extremely nervous, and they took out their defensive magic weapons to prepare for defense, but seeing that the opponent's firepower was so strong, the hearts of the foreign monks became colder and colder.

Many people have already shown despair, and most of the rest are panicked, there are not many monks who can calmly respond to the enemy, no matter how Liang Cheng looks at it, he doesn't think they can have any hidden backhand, it seems that intervention is inevitable.

Without further ado, Liang Cheng took out the Black Wind Crossbow that had been obtained from Jin Shao, quickly loaded the magic stone and wound it, and then aimed at the crossbow cart in the middle that was about to be launched and shot it with an arrow.

Hearing the sound of a bowstring with a "boom", a small black feather arrow flew towards the target with a heart-palpitating sharp aura.

After shooting this arrow, Liang Cheng didn't look at it, and immediately cast the Escape Technique, diving underground from behind the big rock that had been hiding before, and swimming to the side.

A moment later, with a bang, the ballista in the middle was torn apart by Liang Cheng's arrow, and the debris flew everywhere, and even the wheels of the ballista flew into the air. Because of the suddenness, the indigenous monks who were about to release the arrows were all stunned.

"Opportunity!" The black-clothed old man among the foreign monks saw the advantage, and rushed to the other ballista not far away, and while the native monks were still panicking, he raised his hand and threw something.

The thing arced through the air and landed under the ballista, and then with a loud "boom", the second ballista and a few dirt on the side

The monk exploded into a large fireball.

The native monks were stunned and shouted one after another, and the scene was very panicked and chaotic. At this moment, a native man shouted loudly in a language that outsiders could not understand, and the native monk suddenly came to his senses and controlled the last ballista to "swish" and launch continuously.

Those huge feather arrows flew into the defense circle of the foreign monks with a fierce aura as fast as lightning, and although they were slightly hindered, they were still very powerful, and they immediately shot down six or seven foreign monks in a terrible scream.

Seeing this situation, the leading old man in black was secretly speechless, thinking that if he had destroyed the two ballistas, once the three of them were launched together, then everyone would really have no place to die.

"Everyone, rush up, the closer you get, the less powerful this thing becomes!" The old man in black didn't care about the distress caused by detonating a magic weapon, and now he saw that the last ballista was a huge threat, and he immediately became worried, and led people to rush towards the ballista, intending to destroy this threatening thing.

Seeing this, the indigenous monks and demon beasts hurriedly attacked it, for fear that the last crossbow would be destroyed, and suddenly two groups of men and horses met each other, a sword and sword shadow, spells burst, blood soared, and a group of people were entangled together.

The archers who had the ballista saw that their own people were mixed with the enemy, and could not shoot arrows at them, and they were also staring at them in a hurry, and they were at a loss, when the native man said something in a loud voice, and the archers suddenly realized, raised the angle of the ballista slightly, and shot at the foreign monks a little farther away.

The "whoosh" arrows fell like a torrential rain and fell down in response, causing a great blow to the foreign monks, but this situation also reminded the timid foreign monks that they now knew that if they did not move forward, they would have to face the attack of crossbow arrows.

"Everyone, let's fight! If you hesitate any longer, it's a dead end!" Hurry up!" The old man in black shouted in the middle of the battle.

"Rush, kill, fight!" Because there was no way to retreat, all the foreign monks suddenly mustered up the courage to kill bravely, and their morale was greatly boosted, and the indigenous monks and demon beasts who met the front immediately felt that the scene was tight, and they could not stop it at all, and as a result, they were killed and injured by the foreign monks in the retreat, and finally the ballista was also destroyed in the chaos.

When the indigenous monks and demon beasts saw the destruction of the ballista, they knew that it was impossible to easily take down these outsiders, so they put down their burdens and relied on their numerical superiority to fight with the foreign monks.

Liang Cheng saw that the situation on this battlefield was developing in the direction of becoming more and more chaotic as he wished, he breathed a sigh of relief, secretly smug in his heart, and quietly used the retreat technique to sneak past the hidden place of the cliff.

At this time, Liang Cheng noticed that the big man who had spoken out to command the archers seemed to be the commander of the indigenous monks, but he came to the wreckage of the first ballista destroyed by Liang Cheng's Black Wind Crossbow, leaned over to pick up something, and held it in his hand to look at it carefully.

Liang Cheng glanced from afar and saw that what he was holding in his hand was the small black feather arrow. The small black feather arrow exuded a faint demonic aura, in this sacred place, it was particularly eye-catching, the big man glanced at the feather arrow in his hand, and immediately showed anger,

Then he turned his gaze to the cliffs on all sides, and shouted something to the attendants beside him.

Then the indigenous monks under his command also shouted loudly, and the demon beasts not far away also gathered twenty or thirty heads, and then these more than a hundred monks and demon beasts actually ignored the battlefield in front of them, and all climbed the cliff where Liang Cheng was located, and searched carefully.

Liang Cheng didn't think well when he saw this, he didn't think about it carefully when he used the Black Wind Crossbow before, and he didn't care that this thing was a magic weapon for a while, but he didn't expect that the indigenous people of the Sang Holy Land were so sensitive and hostile to the people of the Demon Dao, and after discovering the feather arrow that exuded demonic energy, he even wanted to find out his own demon demon regardless of the battlefield in front of him, but the situation was quite unfavorable.

Liang Cheng secretly complained, but he didn't expect that he was careless, and he turned a small intervention into a fire, and he was secretly annoyed in his heart, but he was also a little lucky, because he could perfectly cover the aura of the demon path with the Gathering Breath, as long as he was willing, these natives would not be able to see it at all.

It's just that the original plan is going to change, originally Liang Cheng planned to take advantage of the chaos to leave and go to the center of the Sang Holy Land, but now it is not easy to do, there are so many hundred indigenous monks and demon beasts searching in the periphery, and it is easy for them to notice that he escaped alone.

And there is no shortage of flying monsters that track and search for their own speed, if they insist on escaping, they will definitely be chased by these guys, Liang Cheng is not willing to do this kind of thing, so he made a decision and changed his original strategy.

Liang Cheng didn't hesitate to descend the cliff, and instead sneaked towards the center of the battle group, because the scene was chaotic in those places, it should be easier to get rid of the track.

Unexpectedly, at this time, a demon beast covered in scales and similar to a pangolin on the cliff screamed loudly, as if it had found something abnormal.

"Not good!" Liang Cheng knew that this earth-based demon beast was extremely sensitive to earth-based spells, and it seemed that it was this guy who discovered the traces of his own earth-based magic retreat.

Seeing that the group of indigenous centaurs, under the leadership of the pangolin monster, began to follow the trajectory of his previous sneak, Liang Cheng accelerated and sneaked towards the center of the warband.

In the blink of an eye, the natives who were tracking Liang Cheng also followed to the edge of the battle group, and as a result, they were all involuntarily involved in the battle group, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

In this chaos, Liang Cheng jumped up from under the ground, and the Moon Sword that had already been drawn out in his hand stabbed at a native monk beside him.

The foreign white-clothed monk who was gritting his teeth and fighting hard with this native monk was startled by Liang Cheng who suddenly appeared in front of him, and couldn't help but take a step back, and then take a closer look.

The white-robed monk watched as a tall young man drew his sword from the native monk's chest, then smiled and nodded to himself, and then rushed towards another warband with his sword.

"What a very brave master!" The white-clothed monk sighed in his heart, thinking that at this moment, he must also move forward bravely in order to fight a way out, but he can't just save his strength like before, you see this tall young man, people do this, it can really be said to be a model for my generation.