In the quiet night, the battle was nearing the end, one of the parties was besieged, and the original team of more than ten people was now only two people left.

Around them, there were thirteen monks dressed in the same cyan clothes, all holding various magic weapons, and the leader of them was even standing in the air, a black spirit sword in his hand flashing with a strange light.

This is a monk who has reached the middle stage of foundation building.

The two besieged men gathered together, looking nervous, and looking at the monks around them with a hint of vigilance and resentment.

It is a flat valley between the mountains, surrounded by dense trees.

However, because of the great war that had just taken place, a clearing had been forcibly carved out of this dense wood, and in the center of this clearing, there were many corpses of monks.

At this time, the two people who were besieged were also covered in wounds, blood soaked their clothes, and their breathing was short, and their breath fluctuated greatly.

For some reason, the side that already had an absolute advantage at this time did not choose to act immediately, but surrounded the remaining two people at the signal of the mid-foundation building monk.

Then, he came down from the air with the spirit sword, looked at the two people in front of him, and looked at them for a while before he said slowly:

"Speak, I'll take you back to search for souls!"

Among the two people who were surrounded, there was an old man with a batch of heads, holding an earthy yellow iron hammer, the aura on his body was agitated, looking at his breath, it was also the realm of foundation building, but his cultivation was lower, and he had only reached the early stage of foundation building.

The other person looked much younger, but he only had a ninth-level Qi refining cultivation.

Hearing the other party's words, the old man laughed miserably, and then glanced at the people around him with disdain.

"The old man should have thought that it was yours, but unfortunately he hesitated and missed the opportunity. Whatever... Even if you know in advance, there is not much you can do, and this is the general trend. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual power around the old man's body soared, and even the third-order iron hammer in his hand rippled out with a terrifying momentum.

Seeing that the other party was about to break the net, the face of the monk in the middle stage of foundation building on the opposite side turned cold, and his eyes also exuded a trace of fierce light.

However, in order not to let the clan suffer any unnecessary casualties in the end, so at his signal, the monks standing all around him flew backwards, and finally stood in a safe area, and he was the only one left in the same place.

While stimulating the spiritual power in his body, the old man glanced around with his peripheral vision, and found that the other party had indeed dispersed the encirclement as he expected.

So he hurriedly used the sound transmission to the people around him:

"When I take advantage of the chaos to escape, I will use that second-order high-grade talisman...... I'll open up a gap for you. ”

Hearing the transmission, the young monk's face was inexplicable, he carried the knife-shaped magic weapon in his hand to guard, and then turned his head slightly to look at the old man, and muttered unconsciously in his mouth:

"Uncle Eleven......

And the old man had been confronting the monk in the middle stage of foundation building on the opposite side, and at this time, the aura on his body had been stimulated to the highest point.

"Don't worry, I won't necessarily die. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man swung the war hammer in his hand and smashed it towards the monk in front of him.

And the junior clansman behind him is also an experienced person, although he didn't have much planning in advance, but he also followed the figure of Uncle Eleven.

On the one hand, he wanted to prevent himself from being alone, and on the other hand, he also wanted to better seize the escape opportunity that Uncle Eleventh would create for him.

And seeing that the battle between the two foundation building period monks had begun, those monks around them were also ready to guard against possible changes on the battlefield.

This anomaly was only relative to the cultivator who was also in the Qi Refining Period, because they had enough confidence in the elders in their own family, and it was impossible for him to let the other party's Foundation Building Stage elder escape.

......

In the center of the battlefield, the spirit sword and the earthy yellow iron hammer came into contact frequently, and each blow of the latter carried the momentum of a fish dying and the net was broken, and for a while, it was on par with an opponent who cultivated a small realm above him.

But the monk in the middle stage of foundation building was not in a hurry, and while defusing the opponent's attack, he signaled the surrounding clansmen to pay attention to prevent any of them from escaping.

Easily dodging a blow, he sensed the other party's state, knowing that he couldn't last long in this situation, otherwise he would have used it a long time ago.

And all he needs to do now is to wait for his spiritual power to be exhausted, completely exhausted, and then bind him.

As for the remaining Qi Refining Stage cultivator who was wandering not far away, it didn't matter anymore, it was just a matter of casual blows.

Time passed slowly, and the old man was indeed as he expected, and gradually unable to support such a huge consumption of spiritual power.

And the monk in the middle stage of foundation building seized the opportunity and swung out a sword, and the fierce sword qi forced the old man out for a long time, seeing this, he knew that the time had come.

So he changed his previous defensive posture and took the initiative to stab out the spirit sword to chase after him.

But just when his attack was less than a foot away from the old man, a sudden change occurred, and countless black lights suddenly lit up in the center of the battlefield, and these black lights appeared immediately followed by a powerful formation prohibition.

A hint of cunning flashed in the old man's eyes, and before the spirit sword could reach him, he naturally lowered the hammer, and then his hands moved rapidly.

As a trace of aura appeared between his hands, the black light on the ground began to entangle with each other, and the beard became a black rope in an instant.

Seeing the black ropes around him attacking him, the man secretly said that it was not good, and he didn't have time to continue to complete the attack, but immediately withdrew the spirit sword, and took out a defensive magic weapon from the storage bag to protect his whole body.

The black rope snaked around it, and soon wound him around the innermost, forming a large black sphere.

The changes on the battlefield were fleeting, and the monks around them saw that the situation was not right, and immediately bullied them, but the old man who came to him lifted the hammer and shouted:

"This is the time!"

The monk beside him immediately understood, holding a knife-shaped magic weapon in one hand to block it, and taking out the second-order high-grade talisman from the storage bag with the other hand to prepare to activate it.

"Get out!"

The hammer fell, and the three monks in front of him were smashed into the air, one of whom was killed on the spot, and the other two were also seriously injured.

But after this blow, this old man who had cultivated in the early stage of foundation building had already reached the end of his crossbow, and he couldn't even hold the iron hammer magic weapon in his hand.

Therefore, when he fell to the ground, he immediately put the hammer into the storage bag, and immediately caught up with the junior clansmen in front of him.

Behind him, several monks chased after him.

The two who escaped glanced back, knowing that whether they could escape successfully today was a move in this move.

"This is the moment!

"Do it!"

"That formation won't last long!"

Therefore, the young monk, who had already completed the accumulation of strength, immediately stopped his body and changed positions with the old man.

His eyes were resolute, and he did not panic in the face of the close pursuit, only to see the spiritual power on his body frantically pouring into the fiery red talisman in his hand.

The next moment, the second-order high-grade talisman was excited in front of him, and exploded in front of several people who caught up, forming a huge fireball.

Ignoring the situation in the rear, as soon as Fu Qi let go, he immediately turned around and continued to escape.

Because he knew that after the previous battle, Uncle Eleven had reached the limit, and he didn't even need the other party's foundation building stage monk to make another move, as long as there were more than two Qi refining ninth-level monks in the rear who could catch up, then they were destined to not be able to escape this trip.

Finally, when the pursuing clansmen were stopped by the huge fireball, in the center of the flat ground, the black sphere suddenly burst, and then turned into wisps of black threads and dissipated in the air.

A figure with an icy aura walked out of it, he glanced at his clansmen, swept directly towards the fireball, and cast a huge hurricane spell in the middle, instantly blowing away the fireball blocking the front and turning it into a flood of firelight.

But when the fires were gone, the figures of the two were gone.

"Careless!"

Just as he was about to give the order to continue the pursuit, more than a dozen black shadows appeared from the dense forest in front of him, and one of them grabbed the neck of the old man just now with one hand and a white paper fan with the other.

His eyes narrowed, and the people around him quickly gathered behind him!

A new faction has joined.

......

The dozen or so people on the opposite side were dressed in the same black black robes, and they slowly moved forward until they were less than four feet away from them.

And the breath of the old man who was choked by the neck has completely fallen silent, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

Beyond these more than ten figures, in the dense forest behind them, a corpse nailed to a tree could be vaguely seen, which should be the young monk of the ninth layer of qi refining just now.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, everything was silent, and the monk on the other side, who looked a little like a mortal scholar, suddenly spoke.

"I haven't seen you for many years, Wang Daoyou is a little disappointed by Li!"