Moonlight is like water.

The blue-blue flying boat cut through the layers of slightly cold air currents and headed all the way east.

Xu Youjing, a prefecture-level monk who led the team, was dressed in black, standing on the bow of the flying boat, the edges and corners of his face were deep and vicissitudes, looking at the mottled shadows of trees and mountains that flashed on the vast earth, but he was thinking in his heart, how to organize the attack at dawn tomorrow, in order to achieve the crushing effect of a thunderous blow. The team was hastily assembled, never trained in any particular coordination, and of course, even if it did, there were not enough people to cobble together any kind of monk battle formation.

Li Yufeng hurriedly flew over from the slightly noisy cabin of the flying boat, and whispered behind Xu Youjing: "Among the six new entrants, at least three are seriously suspected of colluding with the rebels. ”

"It's okay!"

Xu Youjing waved his hand and looked at the low mountains that were getting closer and closer in the distance, "They have already come, ready to fight!"

What the?

Li Yufeng was shocked, and a melodious and far-reaching sound of bull horns had already sounded in his ears, and then he looked at the dark mountains in front of him, and several cyan streamers had already gone straight to the flying boat.

"Prepare for battle!"

He hurriedly shouted, the voice resounded through the flying boat, and there was already another blood-red sharp flying sword under his feet, although the flying boat could carry a large number of monks, but it was not conducive to combat, and it was even more inconvenient to move and dodge in the air.

As soon as his voice fell, more than a dozen rays of light had already fallen on the flying boat, and the air flow driven for a while made the entire flying boat tremble violently. The one who controlled the flying boat was another prefecture-level monk, Zhao Quanhe, who immediately gave up his control of the flying boat and let it fall downward, and at the same time had an extra black flag in his hand, and the cloth flag danced with the wind, and dozens of black mist containing dead qi had already gone straight to the first wave of Xuan-level monks who rushed up.

Smack!

Before waiting for his black fog to make a contribution, on the inclined flying boat, a large cloud of ice rain, wrapped in a cold air like a cut, poured like a note, several Xuan-level monks who had just run out, Huo Ran was trapped in place, not allowed to enter, this is not the worst, a figure as fast as lightning followed, the monk did not carry any magic weapons, only with his bare hands, injured three people in a row, it was Ling Feidu who was good at long-range running.

"Ling Feidu, do you Ling family want to be in the same league as traitors!"

A far-reaching shock resounded in the air, it was the leading monk Xu Youjing, who already had a silver-white broadsword in his hand, and the cold and lonely light, with the rapid injection of his spiritual power, reflected on every monk of his own side nearby, and their faces became resolute and powerful, dispelling the chill and timidity, and dissipating the chaos caused by the opponent's sudden attack into invisibility.

"Humph!"

Ling Feidu frowned, ignored Xu Youjing's questioning, turned around and kicked another flying leg, kicking a monk who wanted to cast a group spell skill five zhang away, either dead or injured. Although the pride of the prefecture level made him a little unhappy with the behavior of cross-level killing, war is war, and it is not the time to be rash and reasonable.

Greeting Xu Youjing was another slightly chubby red-robed figure, it was Luo Shengdu, a prefecture-level monk from the Sea Gate, "I'll meet you, Xu Dajian!"

"Huh?"

Xu Youjing, who had just put away the silver-white broadsword, was stunned, he didn't expect that someone in front of the battle could break his nickname, and when he looked at it, it was his old opponent, Luo Shengdu who covered the sea gate, he wore a red robe today, dancing with the wind, covering his fat belly, but it was a little sassy.

"Fat Luo, are you going to war?"

Xu Youjing didn't have time to tease his opponent, he crossed with a big sword, and appeared on Luo Shengdu's side in an instant, and took the opportunity to throw out two sword qi and knock a Xuan-level monk in the distance away, "Our internal affairs of the Imperial Wind Sect, why do you interfere with the sea gate?"

"Haha, Xu Dajian, the one who knows the times is Junjie, tonight's Jindu City, the fireworks will be extraordinarily gorgeous, do you know what I mean? It's better to surrender as soon as possible, I promise you an elder position for the head!"

Luo Shengdu laughed, before the words fell, there was already a handful of waning moon silver hook in his hand, and his body suddenly dissipated into invisibility, and in the nearby air, the aroma was so rich that it made people irritating, gradually filling every corner, and every monk who came into contact with him in the vicinity could not help but become slightly jerky and slow, Xu Youjing was familiar with him, and was naturally familiar with his trick, he quickly pulled out two spiritual runes, and the spiritual power poured in wildly, and with a wave of his hand, two pale blue whirlpools suddenly generated on the left and right sides, and gusts of wind rushed out from them, instantly dispelling the strange aroma nearby。

Click!

The waning moon silver hook appeared in the void, Xu Youjing raised his sword and fell, and Luo Shengdu confronted him in one place, but his strength far exceeded that of his opponent, and in a few rounds, Luo Shengdu had already been defeated, but he was not in a hurry, his expression was indifferent, and his body dissipated again, Xu Youjing was the strongest combat force in the team, and Luo Shengdu's main purpose was just to entangle him, and wait for the harvest of other prefecture-level monks.

Zhao Quanhe, a prefecture-level monk, and Qiu Zhenyun, another monk of the same level, teamed up against Zeng Baoxian and Feng Jiming. The two of them thought that they had a lot of knowledge in the Imperial Wind Sect, but they had never seen these two opponents, Zhao Shanhe's banner, and Qiu Zhenyun's flying sword, one long-range attack, one rush, plus Qiu Zhenyun released five golden stone puppets to resist in the front, which originally complemented each other, and the two only needed to hold the battle line, they could sit back and wait for the opponent to make a mistake, this was the original strategy, but now it is a little powerless.

Two opponents, one is slippery, moving left and right, and the attack often falls to the air, and the other has pale bone wings, and at the same time, he is not slow, and he also has the skill of controlling the bone spear with one hand, so that the two people hiding behind the golden stone puppet are unable to prevent it.

Zhao Quanhe couldn't help but be distracted to check the situation, but seeing that Xu Youjing was being entangled by Luo Shengdu at this time, he couldn't get out, and the other party, as well as Ling Fei and Mu Qianxue, had no opponents, the two were casually moving left and right in the monk formation, sometimes raining down bursts of ice, or releasing bursting ice balls, Ling Feidu's body was even more poisonous fog lingering, coupled with strong strength, ordinary Xuan-level monks did not dare to get close at all.

The high-level combat power actually took advantage of the disadvantage, which Zhao Quanhe didn't expect, he originally thought that there were only two people, Ling Fei and Mu Qianxue, plus the possible Liu Canran, at most three prefecture-level, but he didn't expect that now Liu Canran has not appeared, and the number of ground-level monks on the other side has surpassed his own.

Although the number of Xuan-level monks exceeded that of his opponents, Zhao Quanhe had already deeply felt the approach of the crisis, and in between his moves, he threw out two flags again, the red and yellow flags hung in the air, constantly releasing gray and yellow dust, rolling towards Zeng Baoxian, who had been fighting and rarely made a move, and at the same time, he gave Qiu Zhenyun a "You know" The two of them had to separate one person to entangle Ling Fei and Mu Qianxue at this time, so that it was possible for the Xuan-level cultivator to give full play to his numerical advantage, defeat the opponent's lineup of the same level, and then help himself win.

Qiu Zhenyun naturally saw the situation clearly, he didn't dare to slack off, but he didn't dare to accept the five golden stone puppets, which would make the already formed front collapse instantly, so he could only throw out a spirit rune, and several huge trees with five people hugging each other fell from the sky, meeting the several pale bone spurs thrown out by Feng Jiming, this was not enough, his right hand clenched, and a round alien bone on his wrist suddenly broke into two, and with the strong wind summoned by Xu Youjing, it fell and threw it towards an enemy Xuan-level monk who was dominating in the distance.

The alien bone fluttered and fell, quickly rushing towards the white-clothed monk's right wrist, before he could dodge, it had been suddenly closed at his wrist, and suddenly, the gray light flickered, and the monk felt that his wrist was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the square inch was chaotic, and the original overwhelming advantage was overturned by the opponent within a few rounds, but he did not panic because of this, and took out a golden light talisman and slapped it on his arm, and the ring-shaped alien bone suddenly collapsed, but did not continue to fall, but went straight to another monk in the distance.

"Pang Zhoudao, be careful!"

The white-clothed monk shouted, several blazing fires were already rushing towards him, and Li Yufeng, who had just been pressed and beaten by him, was bullied again, Qiu Zhenyun's alien bones helped him, so he was able to pull out his hand and release the talisman continuously, in the palm of his hand, another compressed thunder light also took this opportunity to condense again, and it only needed the right opportunity to release it.

Die!

After a few rounds, Li Yufeng finally seized the right moment, holding the thunder light, wanting to slap on his opponent's arm, he could even imagine the miserable appearance of his opponent's arm exploding.

However, a figure suddenly burst out of the oblique thorn, fearlessly holding the close ball of thunder, and before it could burst open, it was already covered by a strange black soft mud, and there was no sound.

Li Yufeng's heart was alarmed, he had already recognized the origin of this black soft mud, and subconsciously retreated, but there were two other earthen walls that appeared out of thin air blocking his way, and after stopping his castration, the earthen wall dissipated and enveloped Li Yufeng's body.

Not good!

Li Yufeng hurriedly threw out a rosary bracelet with only three red pills left, and as soon as the red pill met the dust of the disintegrating earth wall, it suddenly turned into countless blood-colored birds the size of his palm, but the flying birds were not known for their speed, but adhered to countless sand and dust all the way, becoming bigger and bigger, until the short wings could not support the larger form, and then turned into an invisible ball of blood stains, and fell in clusters. With the cushion of the rosary bracelet, Li Yufeng cast several spirit runes on himself in a row, blessed with speed and agility, and threw out a golden leaf magic weapon, the leaf rose with the wind, enveloping him entirely, under the cover of golden light, it rotated rapidly, and disappeared nearby in the blink of an eye.

Phew!

Separated by several monks, Li Yufeng stood in the wind, looking at the position where he had just escaped, that familiar figure in the past was Mu Qianxue's senior brother Liu Canran, a prefecture-level monk who had been hiding in the shadows and had not appeared, if it weren't for the fact that he was from a cold sect, he must have occupied a high position in the middle pavilion of the Imperial Wind Sect, and even served as the city lord. At this moment, Liu Canran had already given up the pursuit of Li Yufeng, and turned into a quicksand drifting with the wind, rolling towards another target.

The battle was fierce, and there were already several Xuan-level monks who had fallen, Xu Youjing had already given up his defensive position, and the big sword in his hand was frequently attacked, but his main goal was mostly on Feng Jiming, who was spreading his bone wings and dodging in the air, to share the pressure of the other two ground-level monks in the team, despite this, because of the lack of opponents, Ling Fei and Mu Qianxue had already taken this opportunity to kill seven or eight Xuan-level monks, and his own side only lost two.

Remove?

The death of a large number of Xuan-level monks has already demoralized his own side, Xu Youjing decided to withdraw from the battle group first, retreat to the rear city fortress and then make arrangements, the words of Luo Shengdu, the monk of the sea gate, made him even more worried, if the sea gate also attacked the Jindu City at the same time tonight, then the Yufeng Sect, which lacks his own team, cannot have the momentum of crushing in terms of the number of monks, it is better to give up and suppress the rebellion, all the way back to the Jindu City, and it is not too late to make arrangements.

The left and right are just Mu Qianxue, Ling Feidu, and Liu Canran three prefecture-level, and the rest of the people should be the helpers they hastily gathered, and it is impossible to stay here all the time, and when they retreat, the advantage will be in their hands again.

"Withdraw!

With Xu Youjing's shout, the flying boat that had fallen to the ground suddenly disappeared, turned into a foot-long golden magic weapon, and flew towards his storage bag.

Want to run?

Mu Qianxue naturally won't give Xu Youjing this opportunity, she was able to gain an advantage here today, she sacrificed a lot of interests, including secretly trading with Haimen, and winning over Feng Jiming, reaching a cooperation with Chixiamen, and paying for the relevant wire reporting fees, if you let the opponent run away like this, wait until they lick their wounds in the rear to recover and attack again, in their own hands, they don't have so much power.

She had been prepared for this for a long time, giving Ling Feidu a look of "protect me", and there was already an emerald green talisman in her hand, which was twice as large as a normal talisman, holding it on her slender fingertips, fluttering in the wind, as if there was countless vitality contained in it.

Syllable!

She directly crushed several third-order wood spirit stones, and the aura around her body became condensed for a short time, and in her palm, several water-blue spiritual powers rushed out, enveloping those aura that gradually had a tendency to escape, and directly surged towards the emerald green talisman.

Well?

Feeling the terrifying power accumulated by the talisman, Xu Youjing did not hesitate any longer, and the flying sword under his feet flashed out of the battle group. However, he couldn't be the first to leave, otherwise he would put the other monks, especially the remaining Xuan-level monks, to death, and immediately a pair of three-foot square gongs were added to his hands, and spiritual power was poured into them like a spring, and the gongs suddenly became hot, like a raging fire in the night sky, and he laboriously opened the gongs that were in one place, and then suddenly closed them in one place.

Cha!

It was irritating, as if the sound of pain and torture sounded, and the invisible sound waves were stirred, and all the Xuan-level monks present were interrupted by this thunderous sound, and the spirit runes in their hands lost their accuracy, and all kinds of light faded their colors, and there were even a few injured people, spitting blood from their mouths, and their bodies were shaky. Even a few prefecture-level cultivators, their movements became sluggish as a result, and their bodies were revealed from the void, and Mu Qianxue's talisman was also interrupted by the sound of thunder, but a silver light floating above her skirt instantly dispelled this effect, and she was able to re-inject spiritual power.

In a moment of hesitation, Xu Youjing's figure moved left and right, except for at least three Xuan-level monks who were originally injured, and came to Qiu Zhenyun's body.

However, Xu Youjing was a little optimistic, just when his figure appeared next to Qiu Zhenyun, another figure lurked in the same place again, and followed, quietly appeared behind Qiu Zhenyun, with a flash of silver light, Qiu Zhenyun's left arm, was cut off at the time, it was the first to lurk and confront Xu Youjing's monk Luo Shengdu.

The pain made Qiu Zhenyun sober up, he just moved his eyes slightly, and he recognized the situation, his right hand clenched again, and the different bones that had originally flown out quickly returned, but at this time, they turned to buckle at the broken part of his left arm, and easily stopped the bleeding, and three of the five gold and stone puppets were suddenly withdrawn, turning into three constantly rotating golden shields, suspended around him, to avoid the opponent's sneak attack again.

Remove!

The magic weapon of the golden gong has consumed a lot of Xu Youjing's spiritual power, the reason why he is like this is to break into the battle group and rescue his companion Qiu Zhenyun, the two have already converged, and they are not far from Zhao Quanhe, the three of them showed their eyes, turned into three streamers of various colors, and rushed out of the battle group together, and the Xuan-level monks on both sides all retreated, not daring to go straight to their fronts.

Bite!

The spirit rune in Mu Qianxue's hand has been formed, and the boundless green vines have emerged in the air, covering them perfectly within five miles of the vicinity, those green vines are not tough, just touch them, countless subtle barbs on the vines will break and stick to the body, the green vines are like leeches sucking blood, which can continue to eat away at the monk's aura.

The speed at which all the monks fled was much slower, and the pursuers' sword lights, spirit runes, and magic weapons showed their power. Encountering a prefecture-level monk, Zeng Baoxian has been paddling in the team, maintaining his strength, he glanced at Mu Qianxue's cold gaze, knowing that in this way, it seems that the follow-up cooperation cannot continue, if it is a head-on confrontation, he thinks that he is not the opponent of many monks, but when it comes to pursuing this kind of battle, it is something he is very good at.

It's time to show true sincerity.

Under his feet, several black and red flames suddenly appeared, starting from ten, increasing to dozens, then hundreds, hundreds, thousands, thousands, the firelight was like a seedling sprouting in a spring field, every few feet, one appeared, and in an instant, it had already covered a space of ten miles, far beyond the range of green vines released by Mu Qianxue.

He picked up a fire, the spiritual power in his hand swam, and the black and red flames swayed with it, driving all the flames around him, dancing with it, and only in a moment, the figures of Zeng Baoxian and the prefecture-level monks in the area covered by the fire had already teleported to the distance with the fire.