The battle drew to a close.

More people fell, and headless corpses and severed arms littered the ground.

Blood soaked into the clothes of the rest, and everyone looked tired, but they did not dare to relax in the slightest.

The scene of the low-level monk's fighting method is often more tragic than that of the high-level monk, because the high-level monk's spell is huge, and it often only takes one blow to end the battle, while the low-level monk is not, usually you come and go, and the two sides can only tell the winner after a fight.

This kind of battle is not uncommon in the cultivation realm, and there is no way to say which side is right or wrong, it is nothing more than for profit.

In order to get closer to the path, the monks of the Li family are in order to protect the interests of the family.

In fact, in the final analysis, the more prosperous the family is, the more benefits it will bring to themselves, the more powerful they can provide protection, and the more resources they can provide, so the monks of the Li family are nothing more than fighting for their own interests.

Li Qingyang's speed of swinging his stick began to slow down, and his spiritual power had been consumed, and when the three people on the opposite side saw this, their attacks became more and more crazy, and because of the cooperation for a period of time, the next attacks were much more powerful.

Finally, after forcing one of them away with a stick, Li Qingyang didn't have time to defend himself and was slashed by a sword.

The sword slashed at the back, and Li Qingyang was slashed out, rolling on the ground a few times before unloading the inertia.

At this time, a huge wound had appeared on his back that spread from his right shoulder to his left waist, and blood came out in an instant, flowing down Li Qingyang's left leg to the ground.

Li Qingyang's face remained unchanged, but his brows were furrowed, and after casting a spell to stop the blood from the wound, he stood up again with the Mixed Yuan Iron Bar in his right hand.

Not far away, the clansmen of the Li family who were still fighting couldn't help but sink their hearts when they saw Li Qingyang being beheaded, but after seeing Li Qingyang stand up again, the worry in their hearts was slightly reduced, but there was still an emotion in their hearts that they were about to be defeated.

Li Qingyang looked at the three people opposite vigilantly, his physical body was doing well, and in the same level of fighting, with his strong physical strength, his combat power has always far exceeded that of the same level.

But these three scattered cultivators are not ordinary people, and it is still too reluctant for one person to carry the attack of three people after all.

The blow just now, if it weren't for a first-order top-grade lined defensive magic weapon given to him by the patriarch, he was afraid that he would have died and would have been cut in two.

These three casual cultivators have also been crawling in the cruel cultivation realm for many years, so they will naturally take advantage of his illness to ask him to die, and this truth is practiced very well.

The three of them didn't give Li Qingyang a chance to recover, and continued to attack, looking at their plans, they actually wanted to kill Li Qingyang with one blow.

Li Qingyang only had time to take out an elixir that restored his aura and took it, but before he could refine it, he was forced to fight.

Li Qingyang's eyes were resolute, and he also saw that the blow of the three of them was huge, and it was very likely that he would not be able to take it.

But he can't retreat, once he retreats, this battle is doomed, and many family members will be slaughtered.

Like countless ancestors in the family, he will give his life for the family.

Just when Li Qingyang was holding the determination to die, a figure suddenly flashed from the side and slashed at the three of them.

This knife was menacing, and the qi that was stimulated was like substance, and the three people who were interrupted by the sudden attack were caught off guard, and one of them was slashed, and his left arm was broken in response.

"Qingyang, Uncle Fifteen helps you. ”

At this critical moment, it was Li Changhuan, a monk of the Li family, who rushed to support.

Li Changhuan's beard and hair are all white, because he was seriously injured once in his early years, although he has recovered, but there is not much longevity, so he rarely fights with others on weekdays.

At this time, Li Changhuan gradually approached the three people with a big knife.

The black black clothes of the family on his body had already been torn, and he simply ripped them all off, revealing his muscular upper body.

Li Qingyang was happy at first, but then noticed the abnormal state of the fifteenth uncle Li Changhuan.

Li Changhuan's face was flushed, his whole body exuded heat, his eyes were wide open, his emotions were excited, and he looked very violent, and his originally thin body also swelled at this time, appearing full of strength.

Li Qingyang reacted immediately.

Although the fifteenth uncle Li Changhuan is a ninth-level Qi refining cultivator, his longevity is approaching, and he is not good at fighting, he has already observed the situation on his side before, and under normal circumstances, he will never get rid of the entanglement of those two eighth-layer Qi refining cultivators.

But at this time, the two Qi Refining Eighth Layer cultivators were already in different places.

Li Qingyang knew in his heart that the fifteenth uncle was afraid that he had used some spell to stimulate the potential of his body, and he had temporarily improved his strength, and he had seen a similar spell in the family's library pavilion.

"After this battle, Uncle Fifteen is afraid that he will not be able to live. ”

Thinking of this, Li Qingyang felt sad in his heart. But he is also a resolute person, and he knows very well that Uncle Fifteen will not last long, so he said:

"Uncle Fifteen, you can help me hold one of them for a moment. ”

"Good!"

Li Changhuan shouted, raised his knife and rushed towards the three of them.

Seeing this, the three casual cultivators didn't dare to hold it up, so they all tried their best.

Sanxiu, who had his left arm cut off by Li Changhuan before, also briefly treated the wound and joined the battle.

With the fifteenth uncle to share the pressure, Li Qingyang fought more and more fiercely, and a mixed iron rod was danced by him with countless afterimages.

In the end, the most seriously injured severed arm could not be supported, revealing the gap, and was swept in half by Li Qingyang's waist.

Seeing this, the remaining two scattered cultivators knew that it was impossible to win this battle, and if they continued to consume it, they might all stay here.

The one who was the leader of them seized the opportunity, and after a few leaps, he broke away from the battle, regardless of the others, and disappeared into the dense forest. The remaining loose cultivator didn't expect him to leave so simply, and in the blink of an eye, he was dead and fled, leaving only himself struggling to support.

And he was even more difficult to parry under the attack of Li Qingyang's uncle and nephew, he knew that he had to go, otherwise he would not escape death.

So, he took out a talisman with a yellow glow quite painfully, and after exerting his spiritual power, countless earth thorns emerged from the ground.

Li Qingyang and Li Changhuan hurriedly dodged, and in the end, these earth thorns formed an earthen wall between the two of them and the scattered cultivator.

The two of them would not be able to cross this earthen wall for a while, and by the time they bypassed this earthen wall, the casual cultivator had long since disappeared.

Li Qingyang and Li Changhuan glanced at each other and exhaled.

But the two of them knew that now was not the time to rest, so they both turned around and joined the rest of the battle.

The other casual cultivators, seeing that the three Qi Refining Cultivators were gone, panicked in their hearts, and they all desperately retreated to the depths of the dense forest.

Naturally, many monks of the Li family would not let them go in vain, and they all chased after them and entangled with them.

With the addition of Li Qingyang and Li Changhuan, two Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivators, the battle situation was even more one-sided, and under the guarantee of Li Qingyang's powerful combat power, it would not be long before the scattered cultivators who remained on the field were plundered.

It's just that some scattered cultivators saw that the situation was wrong and left the battlefield early, and in the end, the Li family did not succeed in leaving them.

......

The battle lasted nearly three hours, and the Li family lost six dead and three seriously wounded, and most of the rest were wounded.

However, the casualties on the side of the scattered cultivators were even more severe, not only did one of the monks of the ninth layer of Qi refining die, but the rest of the monks suffered no less than twenty casualties.

This is mainly due to the clearance of Li Qingyang and Li Changhuan later, in their hands, at most two moves, it will bring the life of a loose cultivator.

Li Qingyang ordered the rest of the clansmen to clean up the battlefield, and helped Li Changhuan to sit down by the carriage of the earth horse beast.

At this time, the red on Li Changhuan's body had faded, and the whole person was swaying, and he tried his best to open his eyes and look at Li Qingyang.

Li Qingyang carefully asked Li Changhuan to sit down, and then immediately took out a lot of pills.

Seeing this, Li Changhuan's eyes were half-empty, and he raised his hand to block Li Qingyang's action of wanting to send the pill into his mouth.

He held on and said slowly:

"Qingyang, don't waste it, Uncle Fifteen knows his state, these are useless. ”

Li Qingyang said softly:

"Does Uncle Fifteen have any other requests?" Qingyang listened. ”

Li Changhuan smiled, waved his hand, and leaned his back on the body of the earth horse beast.

The last words of his monastic career were spoken.

"I am the fifteenth monk of the Li family, and I have been running for the family for a hundred years with the fifth brother, I thought I could die of old age in Taiqiu Mountain, but I didn't expect it...... I also went to visit my fifth brother this time...... I'll never see my fifth brother again. ”

The fifth brother in his mouth, that is, the current patriarch of the Li family, a monk in the late stage of foundation building, and Li Changqing, who ranks fifth among the elders.

Li Changhuan died, and there was one less monk in the Li family.

At this time, the top of Taiqiu Mountain. In the ancestral hall of the Li family, an old man sitting cross-legged on the ground, drooping and old, opened his eyes.

The ancient book suspended three zhang in front of him was the genealogy of the Li family.

At this time, the Li family tree flipped for a while, revealing a page, and seven names with red light were printed in the air, and then these names darkened one after another, and the last one was Li Changhuan.

The old man's face was calm for a while, and he couldn't see joy or anger. Just sighed lightly:

"Is it Changhuan!"

Then he closed his eyes again and fell silent. This person is the only remaining monk in the foundation building period of the Li family in Taiqiu, Li Yishang.

In Heifeng Ridge, the monks of the Li family who had finished cleaning up the battlefield gathered together and stood quietly.

The wind of the Black Wind Ridge passed between them, and the black Xuanfu of the Li family's system was blown whirring.

Li Qingyang stood in front of the clansmen, and in front of him was Li Changhuan's body leaning on the body of the earth horse beast.

Everyone waited for Li Qingyang to stand still, and said in unison:

"The descendants of the Li family, send the soul of the fifteenth uncle back to heaven and earth. ”

"Qingyang sends the fifteenth uncle's soul back to heaven and earth. ”

Li Xuangang and Li Xuanshan bowed along with everyone to worship the elders of other clans.

After that, Li Qingyang raised his head and saw the storage bags and magic weapons that were gathered together not far away, and there were four seriously injured and restrained cultivators next to him.

Li Qingyang gestured to Li Xuanshan, who walked out of the team knowingly, and took out his own decapitation knife as he walked towards the four loose cultivators.

On the bloodstained ground, Li Xuanshan used a beheading knife to cut off the heads of four loose cultivators.