The earthy yellow shield broke, and the monk in the late stage of foundation building flew out more than two hundred zhang upside down, and the desolate man was about to step forward to continue the pursuit, but Yang Quan had already felt it.

"Huh..."

Three fiery red sword pills were issued, and this desolate man more than three feet tall turned around to block it, his bone rod was horizontal in front of him, and the blood and qi on his body were churning.

However, the sword pill directly bypassed the bone rod and rushed straight at the opponent's juniors, extremely flexible, the thin blood qi was like the mana layer of the demon beast, but the effect was still worse, and it was directly pierced by the sword pill.

"Puff..."

There were three more blood holes on this desolate man's body in an instant, and he couldn't help but be startled, this was the first time he had seen such a strange magic weapon.

However, Yang Quan didn't care so much, the sword pill shuttled back and forth in the air, constantly causing damage to the desolate man, although the damage caused by each blow was not high, but the attack speed was extremely fast, and soon the desolate man's body was covered with blood.

Generally, the natal magic weapon of the monk in the Dan period is to pursue the supremacy of power, and every blow must cause good damage, but Yang Quan's magic weapon concept is the opposite, not pursuing the effect of a single attack, after all, the injury can also be accumulated, this is the case with the sword pill, the damage caused each time is not very serious, but it cannot be ignored.

"Roar! Damn Zhongzhou!"

The desolate man who was more than three feet tall was furious, and smashed Yang Quan with a bone stick, the desolate man's blood was boiling, and the bone stick crossed the sky with a strong might, but Yang Quan was a flash of blue light under his feet, and a blue light shield in front of him was stretched out, but it was just rubbed by the blood brought up by the bone stick, and the green light shield didn't even shake at all.

Yang Quan has fought with the desolate man too many times, and he is very clear about the desolate man's fighting habits, and the desolate mana is imprisoned in his body, although he has developed a move to replace the mana with a blood qi, but he has never been able to exert ten percent of the power, so even if this desolate man is not far from Yang Quan in terms of realm, but it is really much worse to fight.

"Boom..."

The desolate man frantically urged the blood to move the bone stick, such a cunning and difficult monk, he encountered it for the first time, after almost no intact flesh and blood on his body, he finally found an effective way, that is, regardless of the consumption of strength and blood, he kept waving the bone stick, so that Yang Quan was afraid that he could not get too close.

As long as the distance can be pulled a little more, then the power of Yang Quan's sword pill will be reduced a little, so he waved the bone stick in his hand like a windmill, Yang Quan can only retreat about a hundred zhang distance, this position will not be smashed by the other party, but in this way, the power of the sword pill will be reduced sharply, and it is also a little difficult for Yang Quan to continue to hurt the other party immediately.

There was a gust of wind hanging on the surrounding barren mountains, flying sand and stones and dust, the only low plants on the barren mountains were rolled up, and the ground was constantly trembling, most of which were made by the barren people, Yang Quan looked much calmer, and while continuing to stir with the sword pill, he began to pinch the magic and cast the purple thunder.

"Click!"

A purple thunderbolt slashed down, accurately slashing at the desolate man from a distance of nearly a hundred zhang, and immediately slashed the other party, and the blood and qi on his body dispersed a lot.

If the means are exhausted, Yang Quan is sure to kill this desolate man within two quarters of an hour, such as using the beast blood reserve in his body to perform bloody melee combat, plus the harassment of the sword pill, or forcibly holding the blue light shield close to the opponent within ten zhang, enhancing the power of the sword pill, directly piercing the opponent's body, and ending quickly.

But at this time, Yang Quan did not choose to do this, he had not been in the Dan period for a long time, and he was not familiar with the battles in the Jindan period, and the opponents he had fought against before were very few of them close to his own strength, and at this time there was a similar desolate person, which was just used to try the move. And his own beast blood reserves are not much.

...

"Hateful!"

An hour later, the desolate man's blood and qi were exhausted and he died in battle, Yang Quan took a look at the desolate man's corpse, and then came to the place where the previous foundation building monk fell.

At this time, the foundation building period monk had fallen into a coma, and the whole person was dying, Yang Quan took out a healing pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and then used the true yuan power in the golden pill to help him adjust the chaotic aura in his body.

"I hope I survived, the injury is not light..."

This monk in the foundation building period is also powerful enough, although with the help of the magic weapon left by the ancestor, he used his own essence blood to stimulate his power, but he also blocked a few attacks from this desolate man, although at this time the whole body was about to rot, and there was not much essence and blood in the body.

Yang Quan killed the desolate man, stabilized the injuries of this foundation building period monk, and then he was a little dazed, a huge battlefield, thousands of miles away, and maybe even a wider range, were going on a big battle. Go to support other places, his motivation is a little insufficient, first, he is worried about encountering powerful desolate people, and secondly, he doesn't want to kill desolate people too much, this is a war between the Western Yuan people and the Western desolate people, and he has no sense of belonging or identity.

Except for the desolate man who provoked his head, Yang Quan didn't want to kill the other desolate man, so he thought about it for a while, and decided to take the wounded back to the vicinity of the ore vein where he was originally stationed. This place has already been attacked once, and the chances of being attacked a second time should not be great.

Returning to this vein, Yang Quan's divine sense swept it again unwillingly, but still couldn't find that there was any living movement below, although his divine sense was not weak, but he couldn't penetrate such a deep layer of soil, and saw the bottom of the situation, and it was difficult for him to dig directly, the depth of the mine was very large, if you want to open it in and out in a short time, you may need a Yuan Infant monk who is good at soil system Taoism.

Originally, the location of the small attic where he lived was also smashed by a stick at this time, but a small part was still intact, and Yang Quan put down this monk surnamed Liu in the foundation building period.

The foundation of the formation here is still there, and the formations destroyed by the desolate people, the formation flags and the eyes of the formation, etc., are mostly used to deceive the desolate people, because they accidentally understand this.

Of course, most of the functions of this array base are also gone, and the functions of protection and attack are basically destroyed, and all that remains is some communication functions.

There was a sudden fluctuation in the storage bag, Yang Quan took it out and saw that it was the control array disk here, and after a few flips on it, a slightly blurred picture appeared, it was an old man with blue and white hair, with a faint anxious look on his face, and behind him stood a girl in palace clothes, although only half of her face was exposed, but it could be seen that it was Yayue.

"Are you the one who is stationed in the veins of the Ranta, and what is the situation at this time?, is there a monk in the foundation building period who went to collect the output, and how is he now?" the old man asked eagerly.

Yang Quan didn't notice the old man's microscopic expression for a while, and said truthfully: "After receiving the news from Zhenyuan City, I immediately led people to open the formation and try my best to defend, but there are as many as seven or eight desolate people who come to attack here, and they are all more than three zhang, and the leader is a desolate man who is more than four feet high, and then the formation is broken..."

The blue-haired old man's brows tightened more and more, and Ya Yue next to him sighed slightly, just about to remind Yang Quan, but he didn't expect the blue-haired old man to explode: "Shut up! What are you doing with those useless things?!Let me ask you if you have a foundation building monk named Liu Xingjun, where is he now?"

The blue-haired old man suddenly erupted, Yang Quan was stunned for a moment, and said, "Liu Xingjun, is this this person?" He heard Feng Qingyun call Liu Daoyou, and pulled the monk next to him who was still unconscious, hovering between life and death.

The blue-haired old man's face changed drastically, his voice trembled a little, and he asked, "He... What happened to him at this point?".

"The situation is not very good, I was smashed a few times by a three-zhang tall desolate man, and his body is almost rotten, I fed him a little healing elixir, and used the true yuan power to recuperate a little, but... The situation is still very bad. Yang Quan said.

Ya Yue's eyes flickered, she sighed slightly in her heart, took half a step forward and quietly looked at the expression of the blue-haired old man, her heart jumped, she felt that something was wrong, this old guy's face was extremely ugly, and his whole body was full of anger and nowhere to vent, and there was a little fear in this anger, and he was about to explode...