One person and one shot, Wang Xiaoan was blessed by the Buddha's light that did not turn around, and instantly became extremely brave. Others are like a blue light, a gun is like a golden Hong, and the whole person is active in the corpse. Teasing, plucking, stabbing, picking, several marksmanship skills came from Wang Xiaoan's hands. At this time, it was as if he was staging a standard marksmanship exercise, showing what he had learned to the fullest.

"It's a pure skill! It is worthy of being a sect that is good at combat techniques. But then again, your Buddha light is really powerful. Compared to your senior brother, the power of your fake monk's Buddha light is much stronger. ”

Watching Wang Xiao'an kill and slaughter, Ximen Feng couldn't help but admire. Catching a glimpse of the solemn stone on the side, Ximen Feng couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey, it's a war, I said you can't be serious?"

finally couldn't keep his serious watch, and Shi Buzhuan's face finally collapsed. He smiled bitterly and looked at Ximen Peak who was looking forward to the battlefield in front of him with some helplessness.

"Serious? If you keep being serious, it won't be long before you break down. ”

said something inexplicably, and Ximen Feng's face showed a rare serious look.

"Brother Feng, what do you mean by that?"

Feeling that Ximen Feng had something to say, Shi Buzhuan frowned and asked directly.

"Over the past few days, these living corpses have not only been killed, but they have also become more and more killed. Don't you think there's anything strange about it?"

While speaking, Ximen Feng casually cast a spell. In the distance, Wang Xiao'an had a flash of inspiration, and an ice pick suddenly appeared, directly knocking away a living corpse that wanted to sneak attack.

"Thank you, Boss!"

Wang Xiaoan took the time to shout, and then continued to fight.

Facing the living corpse that is not afraid of death, Wang Xiaoan's battle is even better. A stream of aqua blue spiritual power surrounded him, and all the living corpses close to him were frozen in place by the aqua blue spiritual power. Wang Xiaoan is like harvesting leeks, killing all the way, so happy.

"How's it going? See if you're not? These living corpses are obviously lifeless, but just now they seem to be wise, don't you think of anything?"

Looking at the stone without turning, Ximen Peak has the meaning of taking the school.

"You're saying they're being cāo)?"

Although he already had a guess in his heart, Shi Buzhuan still asked a little tentatively.

"That's right!"

Ximen Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the battlefield in front of him. It seems that he is afraid that Shi will not turn around and not believe it, Ximen Feng added again.

"I'm absolutely sure!"

Hearing Ximen Feng say so surely, Shi Buzhuan's face sank.

"Can't we find out who is in control? If we keep fighting with a group of people, maybe we will be directly dragged down in a few days. ”

Looking at the living corpses raging on the battlefield in front of him, the monks of Tianlongmen fought desperately, and Shi Buzhuan felt unbearable and worried in his heart.

"There should be people from both sects who have thought of this, and they will not be dragged down in the same way. Tianlongmen is already good at charging into battle, and it is a technique that becomes more and more courageous the more you fight, and it will not be dragged down easily. And now we're just in charge

Support from a distance will not be dragged down. Now everyone is waiting for an opportunity, the other party is waiting for our psychological defense line to collapse, and what we are waiting for is that they can't hold their breath first. ”

Ximen Feng shook his head slightly, and while he explained to Shi Buzhuan, he stared vigilantly at the scene of the battlefield. From time to time, he would also release spells to help other Heavenly Dragon Sect monks who were fighting in battle.

At a certain moment, there was finally a trace of waves in Ximen Feng's calm eyes. Shi Buzhuan, who was responsible for blessing the Buddha's light for the Tianlongmen monks on the battlefield, successfully captured the waves in Ximen Feng's eyes. He followed Ximen Feng's gaze, but saw a living corpse that was slightly different from the surroundings.

All the living corpses were not afraid of death and rushed towards the monks on the battlefield, and although this one followed the corpses, he was always vaguely avoiding the monks. Faintly, Shi Buzhuan saw a hint of agility in the eyes of the living corpse. You must know that all living corpses only have the whites of their eyes in their eyes, and a pair of eyes are full of death, but this one is abnormal. There must be demons in the abnormality, and paying attention to them can reveal some conditions.

Ximen Feng ignored Shi Buzhuan's attention, he looked at the entire battlefield and quickly found several identical living corpses. Quietly, Ximen Feng's spells were used one after another. Invisibly, he actually relied on all kinds of spells to gather several strange living corpses together.

And at this time, the battlefield finally changed with change. The living corpses that had just been laid out in one piece were gathered together unconsciously. The living corpses seemed to be centered around a few strange living corpses gathered together, moving within a radius of them.

When the Tianlongmen monks who were fighting on the battlefield saw this phenomenon, they quickly retreated together in tacit understanding. At the same time, the monks of the Ten Thousand Law Immortal Sect at the rear of the battlefield finally used a powerful spell. Wind, frost, snow and rain, thunder and fire, earth, stone and wood thorns, swords and blades, all kinds of spells that are difficult to name directly bombarded the corpses. In an instant, the sky was reflected in a colorful light, and countless torrents of spiritual light fell sharply.

There was a loud bang, and the ground seemed to tremble a few times. The powerful spells issued by a group of Qi Condensing Monks are not child's play, and when combined, they have the power to move mountains and reclaim the sea. The living corpses were blown to pieces, and most of them fell to the ground and never got up again. The few who got back on their feet were shattered by the Tianlongmen monks who arrived quickly to make up for the attack.

"Happy! The stuffy breath that has been going on for a few days finally comes out!"

"The Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Sect is good!

"I also said that the Ten Thousand Law Immortal Sect has been hiding behind it is not interesting, it turns out that it is brewing a big move!"

"Hahaha......"

......

The battlefield was full of smoke and dust, but at the same time, it was also singing the laughter and laughter of the monks of Tianlongmen. This group of monks who are good at close combat are more like soldiers who charge into battle in the world. They have the mind of a practitioner and the friends of a secular soldier, and the way to build a sense of it with them is to fight side by side.

Almost everyone was immersed in this joyful attack, but Ximen Feng did not feel any joy about it. This kind of situation

It was expected for him, and there was nothing to praise about it.

The monks of Tianlongmen slowly retreated from the battlefield, and they were extremely tired after fighting for a long time. Seeing that the smoke and dust raised by the spell still did not dissipate, but instead had a feeling of converging inward, Ximen Feng's heart couldn't help but sink downward. There is only one possibility of this, and that is not the end of the story.

"Be careful, everyone, don't slack off! Beware of what's in the smoke!"

reminded the Chinese people loudly that Ximen Feng had already released a spell to blow towards the smoke and dust. There were not a few monks who had the same idea as him, and one spell after another blew into the smoke and dust. One whirlwind after another appeared in the area of smoke and dust, and the sky that had not yet dissipated was blown away in an instant.

"I'll go!

"It has withstood such a strong attack!"

......

"Cāo) the guy has appeared!"

Muttering softly, Ximen Feng's face became serious.

When the smoke cleared, the devastated land came into view. After a spell attack, the ground was charred and frozen, and water was constantly seeping out. None of these are the most eye-catching, the most striking is a golden shield that suddenly appears.

The eight figures set up a golden defensive light shield in eight directions, and looking at those eight figures, they were the strange living corpses that had been gathered together. And in the center of them, a short-haired man dressed in green and revealing his right side was looking at everyone with a blank face. Look at his God, it seems that he does not put anyone in his eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand and gently placed a bone flute to his mouth. The sound of frustration came from the bone flute, and the sound was like a cry of resentment, giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling. At the same time, the eight living corpses of this person Zhou also moved. They each took up their defenses and scattered.

"Interrupt his playing! Don't give him a chance to re-indulge the corpse!"

Ximen Feng's reminder was still a little late, and he saw the corpses lying on the ground stand up straight in the blink of an eye. They rushed towards the monks, and for a moment the scene seemed extremely chaotic. And taking advantage of this opportunity, the man in green disappeared. The eerie sound of bone flutes was gone, but the attack of the living corpses began again.

"Damn!

Secretly scolding, Ximen Feng used the spells in his hand one after another, sharing the pressure for the Tianlongmen monks who were in a hurry to fight.

Just when Ximen Feng was casting the spell with all his might, Shi Buzhuan on the side stopped slightly. The field was obviously chaotic and noisy, but he seemed to hear the sound of whimpering. No, the sound of the flute cannot be described as a whimper. The voice seemed to be sometimes passionate, sometimes clear, sometimes generous, but like weeping. Faintly, there seemed to be some kind of power in the voice.

"Where's the sound of the flute?"

Ximen Feng stopped and looked at Shi Buzhuan with a suspicious expression.

"Is there really a sound?"

Shi Buzhuan was stunned, he just thought that he had misheard.

"Forget it!"

Shaking his head, Ximen Feng didn't ask Shi Zhu again.

He listened closely, and saw that the voice was coming from a distance across from them. As the voice approached them, the movement of the living corpses seemed to slow down.

"It seems to be my own people!"

Seeing this, Ximen Feng immediately had this idea in his heart.

As soon as this thought came to him, he suddenly found that the dark clouds over the battlefield had gathered in an instant. In the dark clouds, there was a faint flash of electric light.

"Fellow Daoists, please step back a distance, be careful not to be accidentally injured by the spells of the Xuan Zhen Dao!"

The voices of a man and a woman sounded in the minds of all the monks at the same time, and the voices were full of kindness, and it was obvious that the other party was from his own side.

No one needed to remind them anymore, everyone present withdrew from the battlefield one after another. Less than moments after they left the battlefield, countless lightning lights fell from the dark clouds. The living corpses below seemed to have been punished by heaven, and one by one they were turned into ashes under the attack of lightning lightning.

The lightning flashes gradually disappeared, and the dark clouds slowly dissipated. Look at the battlefield again, where is the shadow of half a living corpse. But that's not all, a gold and blue flame arrow seems to pass through the void and goes directly to a certain place. A green shadow burst out of the ground, escaping the attack before the flaming arrow hit the ground. It's just that before he could stabilize his form, a thunder sound like Huang Zhong Dalu suddenly remembered, and suddenly made his form stagnate. Immediately, countless sword and illusory shadows emerged from the void, surrounding the green shadows.

But before the sword soldier phantom could attack, the green shadow blew the bone flute first. There was a heart-rending sound of cracking, and a sound blade directly broke through the phantom of the sword soldier. The green shadow took advantage of this opportunity, and a flash escaped from the encirclement of the sword and the phantom.

"Where to go!"

A shout was followed by a high-pitched whistle. A man in brocade held an ink flute in his hand and blew out a few syllables. Several wind blades appeared out of thin air in his Divine Prefecture, and one swirled towards the dark green shadow attack.

The person who came was none other than Tang Xiaotian. He saw someone using sonic attacks, so he saw that Hunter Xinxi also used sonic attacks that he barely used.