Along the way, after several major battles, Chong Wenliang has seen the current situation thoroughly.

If Liyuan didn't have the heart to fight Fan Yao to the death, then the rest of the Fuli monks would hardly have a way to live. Every time a monk breaks through a realm, it is like stepping through the heavenly pass, and the barriers between high-level and low-level monks are as clear as ten thousand mountains that are difficult to cross, not to mention that this Fan Yao is also a Tianjiao-level monk like Liyuan.

At the moment of life and death, Chong Wenliang didn't care about the distinction between respect and contempt, and shouted loudly as he ran: "Senior brother, if you don't win this battle, do you think that the Blue Sage will spare you? There are only a dozen of the hundred monks left, not to mention that the 50,000 army has been wiped out. Such a big price, but it is still a defeat, what will happen when you return to Fuli, Senior Brother, you have to think about it carefully. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he snorted, but under distraction, he was forced by Fan Yao to let go of a few Fuli monks who were restrained, and swept his fist on the back.

After his clothes were shattered, Chong Wenliang spat out a mouthful of blood, but his body was not slow, but it was a little faster than just now.

Fan Yao was still unhurried, feeling that the act of catching rats was for himself and for those dead comrades.

'How can I let you die so happily?' tease you to wait a while, and then kill you one by one, no, torture and killing, for the sake of my comrades-in-arms. ’

He followed behind Chong Wenliang step by step, and together with his fists, he forced the Fuli monks who were responsible for containing Fan Yao away, pointed at the wind, and penetrated Chong Wenliang's calves, listening to his muffled roar, Fan Yao smiled even brighter.

"What are you waiting for?"

Li Yuan was resentful, but there was no way, so he had to harness the flying sword and attack Fan Yao from the side.

"You guys go with me to besiege Fan Yao, if after the tea cup time, his cultivation has not declined, and he is still in this state, then everyone should ask for more blessings. ”

Fan Yao laughed, pointed out the flying sword that was wrapped around Liyuan, exchanged palms with him, and said, "Brother Li, I'm really afraid that you will leave silently." After today, there is a blue saint covering you, and I really can't do anything about you. Now that you've made a move, be prepared to stay. ”

Li Yuan took the cultivation of the first god to the extreme, and killed Fan Yao with a bang, and said angrily: "Don't be ashamed! Have you forgotten the situation when I chased and killed thousands of miles? At that time, you were like a lost dog." ”

Fan Yao laughed and said, "This time and that time. Liyuan, who is besieging me now with all the people regardless of face? You are telling the truth, but doesn't this show your incompetence even more?"

The two of them kept talking and their hands were not stopping, although Li Yuan seemed to be aggressive, Fan Yao could see it clearly. His cultivation only took out seven or eight points, and there was room for his moves and spells. This action was by no means to show mercy to Fan Yao's subordinates, but to judge the situation and feel that the situation was not good, and the two or three points of strength left behind were to be used to run away.

The growth process of a Tianjiao character in the past three months was fully seen by Fan Yao. There is contempt and contempt, but there is also a sense of luck.

If it is not Liyuan who leads the team this time, but a person as determined as Duan Yujun and Xiao Xinyao, then the fate of Dajing's side may not be optimistic.

Although most of Fan Yao's energy was involved in Liyuan, the casual blow with his free hand also made those Fuli monks tired of parrying and dodging in all directions.

One person resisted more than a dozen people, and he was majestic and powerful.

The Dajing monks were all dazzled and fascinated, and they were both surprised when they were happy.

"You say, is Senior Brother Fan's potential forced to explode by Liyuan? But this potential is too terrifying, isn't it? It's only been a few days, how do I think Senior Brother Fan is so powerful?"

Gu Guanyu licked his lips and whispered to everyone.

Li Simiao replied nonchalantly: "Isn't it good for Senior Brother Fan to become stronger? If not, how many of us can still sit here and talk?"

Zhang Zhengshan watched Fan Yao show his might, killing those Fuli monks to the point of retreat, and in a good mood, he actually took out a pot of wine from the mustard seed space, poured himself a drink, and enjoyed Taotao.

Li Simiao was greatly dissatisfied, stretched out his hand and shouted: "Bring it! The older ones don't look like adults, is it interesting to drink this wine by yourself?" Anyway, Senior Brother Zhang, you have hidden it deep enough, and you will only take out such good things now." ”

Zhang Zhengshan shook his head and said, "It's because I'm old that I can't give you this wine to drink." What kind of wine do you drink? It seems that I have taught you badly. Besides, the previous war has not yet been decided, so how can you drink and misbehave?"

"Yo he! Say you're old, and you're still panting. Everyone, do it!" Li Simiao smiled and shouted loudly.

Without waiting for everyone to make a move, Zhang Zhengshan hurriedly raised his hand to make a surrender, and then took out a few jars of wine from the mustard seed space and threw them to everyone.

"Count you as acquaintances. Li Simiao said proudly, took a jar of wine, patted the sealed sludge, and raised the jar to take a sip.

The Dajing monks drank fine wine, watching Fan Yao fight with those Fuli monks, and from time to time they made a judgment.

Whenever Fan Yao's subtle or strange moves came out one after another, making all the Fuli monks embarrassed, everyone shouted and cheered, clapped and whistled, and made the Fuli monks grit their teeth with anger but were helpless.

In this way, Fan Yao fought endlessly with Liyuan and others, and the monks of Dajing sat on the side to watch the play. The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in the distance make people tremble when they look at it. What is happening in the town right now is incredible.

After a long battle, Fan Yao became more and more courageous, his fists filled the sky and the earth, and the abyss was the same as ordinary monks, only the ability to parry, and there was no power to fight back.

Kong Zhaowen is the most cunning, his body is always free, and he is always ready to run away, and at this time, he doesn't have time to think about whether his body can be faster than Fan Yao.

After Fan Yao seized the opportunity and bleed a Fuli monk with one punch, Song Jianghe and Chong Wenliang glanced at each other and shouted, "Senior Brother Li, if you don't do your best, then I will die here today." Which is more important, please leave the senior brother to make a quick decision. ”

After Li Yuan heard this, he snorted angrily, resisted Fan Yao's attack with his hand, and said: "My divine soldier was injured by Fan Yao, and now my strength is not perfect, what do you tell me to do?"

Song Jianghe and Chong Wenliang joined forces to resist Fan Yao's finger blow, and the two staggered back a few steps, their faces flushed with horror. It's just that the two of them are looking at this Fan Yao now, not only is he not cultivating to a great descent after using the secret method as Li Yuan said, but his cultivation is getting stronger and stronger, and it is even more powerful than before.

Song Jianghe froze down, and said helplessly: "Senior brother, if you don't have the heart to fight to the death, I think this big battle will be forgotten." Don't blame us, besides, this is just a gambling war, why bother everyone to worry about their lives. ”

Li Yuan couldn't help but be angry when he heard this, and said hatefully: "You are stupid! Now that we are in an endless situation with Dajing, do you think that if you stop fighting, this Fan Yao will let you go?"

Chong Wenliang, Song Jianghe and the others glanced at Fan Yao, and after thinking about it in their hearts, they also felt that what Liyuan said made sense. The mortal feud has been settled, and it is not easy to get out of the matter.

Kong Zhaowen saw that Fu was already in danger when he left the side, and his body was walking around, but he did not face Fan Yao head-on.

After hearing this, he hurriedly shouted: "When I release the saint logo, I don't believe that he dares to do that thing that confronts the saint?"

The flying sword of Liyuan did not leave his body, and he had already changed from offensive to defensive, and when he was fighting, he couldn't help but sneer when he heard this: "This war has long since deteriorated, and now that both sides have thrown tens of thousands of lives, do you think that if you release the logo Fan Yao will let you go?" Senior Brother Kong, wake up." ”

Kong Zhaowen was sad and indignant, and he was even more cautious at the moment, knowing in his heart that he had several lives of the Dajing Monk in his hands, and now he must be the one Fan Yao must kill.

"Senior Brother Li, how can there be such a big gap between you and Fan Yao now? Have you tried your best? When you advanced to the gods a few days ago, you didn't say that this battle would be within reach, but how did you become like this?"

"Kong Zhaowen, shut up! Be careful, I will condemn you for disturbing the morale of the army!" Li Yuan scolded.

Kong Zhaowen was not afraid, and his life was also free, and he sneered: "I have a Tianjiao shelf all day long, but I don't have the strength of Tianjiao." Filling in the army of 50,000 and dozens of monks has no chance of winning, it is really a shame for me to leave the monks!"

Liyuan's face was blue and red for a while, but he knew that his prestige among the Fuli monks had dropped greatly, and it was difficult to accumulate prestige.

If you don't die this time, I will settle accounts with you one by one when I return to Fuli, although I am not Fan Yao's opponent, but it is not a piece of cake to deal with you. Li Yuan said fiercely in his heart.

Fan Yao listened to the words of these Fuli monks, he only felt extremely happy in his heart, and secretly made up his mind in his heart, even if they didn't want to admit defeat with the face of releasing the saint logo, then he would kill these people here, if he didn't do this, how could he be worthy of those comrades-in-arms who sacrificed their lives for righteousness?

Who wouldn't surrender? But none of my Dajing did this, and they all went to die calmly. For the sake of fairness, this saint mark is too much to count.

The rules are all written by the victors, as long as these Fuli monks are killed, no matter what the world says, what can I do? As for Lan Jin's side, I need Mr. Wen to resist one or two for me. I have done so much for Dajing, I don't believe that Mr. Wen doesn't even give this face.

After making up his mind, Fan Yao released the martial soul and shrouded it for thousands of miles. Take a deep breath, step on the ground, and the nebula in your body is running at full strength, and you will be even more ruthless when you shoot. The move went straight to the key point of the monk, obviously to kill on a large scale.

It was even more difficult for the Fuli monks to resist, and after a few people changed their looks, they retreated one after another, came to Liyuan's side, stood on his left and right, and stopped Fan Yao's offensive together.

Li Yuan didn't know what these monks were thinking, and he couldn't help but be angry and angry, but there was nothing he could do.