Seeing Fan Yao walking farther and farther, Liu Miao's lips trembled with anger, and he was about to open his mouth to argue, when he heard Fan Yao's voice coming from outside the door.

"If you don't go, there is a dungeon in this house, so take off your clothes and go to sleep." After we are all killed in battle, those who have left the army and the monks to see your fine skin and tender flesh may be able to let you go. After saying that, it was a laugh.

Liu Miao roared angrily, and just wanted to chase out and reason with Fan Yao, but thinking that he had a handle in Fan Yao's hands, he could only smile helplessly and sit on the chair again.

When Fan Yao came to the courtyard, he saw that many monks had stopped meditating and recovered, whispering quietly, and occasionally there were a few inaudible choking sounds.

I think they are talking about those Taoist friends who have died, looking at the immature faces with sad colors, their hearts can't help but be gloomy.

Looking at each of the Dajing monks, Fan Yao kept their appearance firmly in his heart, although he knew that it was a little unlucky to do so, but he was still afraid that after a few years, he would not be able to remember these comrades-in-arms who lived and died together.

Fan Yao walked around among the crowds, whispering hello to them, and when he saw that Ying Xiong, Chu Liang, Qin Xiuyi and other familiar Jindan monks were still there, he was also a little relieved.

Then he smiled dumbly, who knows that after three days, who else will be able to shout Senior Brother Fan, and how many monks will be left to talk to him?

A few hours passed in a flash, and before the war resumed, Liu Haimao, Li Yiyang and others returned to the General Soldier's Mansion, looked at Fan Yao and nodded lightly, and said: "Fortunately, those people are out of town, and we don't have to be afraid." ”

As soon as Liu Haimao's words fell, all the Dajing monks also knew that the time had come, and they couldn't help but gather one after another.

After coming to Fan Yao's surroundings, Fan Yao took a few steps forward and said with a smile: "Everyone, how are you resting?" If there is no problem, then let's go out together to meet those Fuli monks and have another fight with them?"

Looking at Fan Yaofeng's bleak appearance, everyone couldn't help but be infected by it, and their nervousness and anxiety disappeared.

Just as he was thinking about what to say, he heard the roar of war drums outside, shouting and killing. I knew that this was the beginning of the Fuli monks and the army.

Fan Yao hugged his fists and saluted everyone, and said seriously: "Everyone, please take care!"

All the monks bowed to Fan Yao and shouted, "Senior Brother Fan, take care!"

Fan Yao laughed loudly, but his figure flew into the distance.

"Liyuan, where are you, let's have a good fight!"

With Fan Yao's shouting, he heard the faint voice of Liyuan in the distance, "The people who are trapped in the fowl and the car dare to speak in vain! Fan Yao, today I will let you die, and by the way, this evil breath in my heart!"

Then there were several thunderous explosions in the distance, obviously Fan Yao had already exchanged hands with Liyuan.

Zhang Zhengshan laughed and said loudly: "If you want to say how difficult it is to die well, Zhengshan is fortunate today, and he will never lose those Fuli monks." ”

Li Simiao smiled when he heard this, flew out with Zhang Zhengshan, and said: "Senior Brother Zhang, don't be in a hurry, don't kill a few more Fuli cubs, how dare you say anything about it?"

"What Senior Brother Li said is very true, Zhengshan will definitely do his best to let those Fuli monks also have a few people. ”

"Hahaha...... , Senior Brother Zhang's words are very much in line with me. ”

As the two of them talked and laughed, all the Dajing monks also rose up one after another, and killed lightly towards the place where the Fuli monks and the army had attacked.

In this way, the battle of Qingwa Town began without any prior forethought. It is a matter of form, and it is also artificial. It was Liyuan's conspiracy, and Mr. Wen took advantage of the situation.

The two sides fought to the death, and a day later, the fighting in the town continued.

The blood had gathered into countless streams, crawling all over the gravel floor, more and more monks and warriors had fallen, and corpses had begun to pile up.

Liyuan's hope of completely strangling the Dajing monks in one day was also completely disappointed.

He originally planned to drag Fan Yao by him, and then all the monks and the army rushed up and used the numerical advantage to slaughter all the people in Dajing. It's a pity that although he had a good idea, he ignored the fact that the Dajing monk was no longer what it used to be.

Unlike the surprise attack of the Dajing monks the day before, the front was too long to take care of the beginning and the end. Now everyone only needs to hold on to the center of the town, and with Liu Haimao's thousands of soldiers to cover, the monks on both sides are actually equal for a while.

However, with the passage of time, although the monks and soldiers of Dajing suffered fewer casualties, they were also losing blood little by little, and the already not very optimistic situation became even more turbulent.

But if you want to say that the biggest change is that after Li Yuan and Fan Yao fought for several hours, he actually found that his cultivation was unsustainable, and he was able to persist after taking a few pills to restore his cultivation.

Seeing that Fan Yao was already injured, but he became more and more courageous, like a dragon and a tiger, Li Yuan suddenly realized, and shouted in a hissed voice: "Bullshit's mighty and fierce! You Fan Yao must have a secret method to restore cultivation, it is really cunning." ”

Fan Yao forgot about this stubble in the battle of life and death, and after hearing about it, he just sneered, and didn't bother to say something perfunctory.

At this time, Liyuan was also injured, and taking advantage of his illness to kill him, he was desperate to exchange injuries for injuries and kill Liyuan on the spot.

So the move was more urgent, the fist was more intense, and he gave up his own defense and attacked Liyuan fiercely.

The golden finger wind sword intent dragon dance, with the power of tearing heaven and earth and the abyss-breaking cloud sword, changed to a move, and the next moment the figure flickered, resisting the palm wind of the abyss with his body, and his fists were like mountains and leaned towards the abyss.

Li Yuan hurriedly withdrew his palm, changed to a defensive position and fought hard with Fan Yao, and said angrily: "With a thick skin and thick meat, this style of play is really a bit of a scoundrel." ”

Seeing that Fan Yao didn't care about his personal safety, he successively struck death at himself, and his own cultivation was running continuously and at high intensity, which was gradually obscure.

As a last resort, Li Yuan finally put down his subordinates and shouted into the distance: "General Zhang! This kid is at the end of his crossbow, you can send me some men to prevent him from escaping." ”

Li Yuan's words stunned Fan Yao for a moment, and then sneered and said, "It's really shameless! Have you and Lan Jin learned these things?"

Li Yuan's face remained unchanged, and he said with a smile: "After you die, who cares about this?" Fan Yao, I'll feed you thousands of armor soldiers first, and then talk about it if you can survive it." ”

As thousands of Fuli warriors came over to cover up, Li Yuan threw a pill into his mouth, his figure fluttered, and he disappeared backwards, thinking that he was looking for a hidden place to resume his cultivation.

Looking at the Fuli warriors rushing towards him, Fan Yao raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, shouting loudly: "Liyuan has been defeated by me, everyone work harder, and when I finish dealing with these Fuli miscellaneous pieces, I will support you and so on." ”

Fan Yao's ability to confuse the public and make up nonsense is not weak, and he shouted loudly in return for a tooth at the moment to boost the morale of Dajing's side.

Everyone in Dajing was in high spirits when they heard this, but the team was a little scattered when they left the side, which obviously confused the morale of the army.

At this moment, Li Yuan's voice came from afar, "Fan Yao, you have to rest your mouth! Monks, don't listen to his nonsense, his dying words. ”

The sound was not loud, but it spread to every corner of the town, although Fu Li everyone had some doubts, but when they heard Li Yuan's voice, they were full of anger, and they were somewhat relieved.

Fan Yao was about to sneer at each other, but he saw that the Fuli soldiers were already approaching, and he surrounded himself densely, and he couldn't care about killing those Fuli soldiers in one place with his tongue.

Gu Guanyu once said that the Avatar Monk is comparable to five thousand armor warriors. Although Fan Yao is not an ordinary god realm, he has been fighting with Liyuan for a long time, and his skills have suffered a huge loss, not to mention some injuries, so these Fuli warriors have also brought him a lot of pressure.

There were shouts of killing, and melee was everywhere. The town had long since changed beyond recognition, rows of houses had been destroyed and disappeared by the monks' spirit, and the remnants of bricks and tiles were scattered everywhere, and the sights were full of devastation.

Fan Yao no longer knew how many Fuli warriors' lives he had harvested, and although his cultivation was continuously provided by the power of the Five Elements Earth, he was slowly unable to keep up with the consumption.

Thousands of armor soldiers are better to say, the key is to cheer up, and defend against the Shocking Cloud Sword that sneaks in from time to time at that time. I think it should be Liyuan hiding in a corner and secretly controlling it, doing that assassination and sniping act.

The moon sets and the sun rises, and the cycle repeats. Fan Yao was gradually numb, and only the familiar laughter in his ears, followed by a deafening loud noise, could make him sober up a little, but what followed was a heart-rending heartache.

The sound blasted through a vacuum, carrying stumps and severed arms, flesh and blood, but it only lasted for a moment before it was filled by a black flood of Fuli warriors.

Fan Yao let out a low roar, and the heavy sword of the Fuli monk he snatched in his hand became heavier and heavier, and it became more and more difficult to wield.

"Listening to that laughter, it should be Du Jing, Senior Brother Du. No, in fact, it should be called Senior Brother Du, you, go all the way!"

Fan Yao cried blood in his heart but remained calm, in order to save his strength, he immediately inserted his heavy sword into the ground and pointed at the enemy with the wind. Only under the spears and pestles of the Fuli warriors did they raise their heavy swords to meet the enemy.

A Fuli warrior jumped high and pounced on Fan Yao, and the huge impact directly knocked him down. The two rolled on the ground a few times before Fan Yao pushed the warrior away from his body and stood up.

When the warrior pounced on him and was still an arm's length away, Fan Yao's finger wind pierced his heart. As for the rolling on the ground, the general's huge body wearing divine armor also blocked several arrows from the battle line for him.

It's just that the blood splashed by the warrior sprayed Fan Yao's face, and his vision was completely red. Fan Yao wiped his face vigorously, and the surroundings became clear again.