The defeat of Daomen, some people didn't believe it at first, and Daomen's record over the years can be said to be quite brilliant.

The Demon Sect, which used to be the opposite, is now shrinking in the northwest, and it has been slumped to this day, and the 100,000 mountains in the past have become a piece of loose sand, and they can no longer stand with the Dao Gate.

A single mountain of white bones can make the Daomen defeat again and again, which makes people doubtful, is the Daomen still the same Daomen as it once was?

After Li Xiaoyi learned the news, he was not too surprised, but felt a ripple and restlessness in his heart.

When I was a child, I heard my husband say that in troubled times, he didn't dare to say that he could become such a person, at least for now, it is absolutely impossible.

The cloud platform during the sword trial, the scene when the Dao was fooling people, was respected and feared, Li Xiaoyi looked at the Daomen team returning from afar, and his heart became extremely hot.

But the Shushan Sword Sect where he is at the moment is full of unwillingness and depression, and he can no longer see the chatter and laughter, and some are just scars of bone pain.

All sects and factions suffered heavy casualties, including Kunlun, of course.

Although Dao Jing and Dao Lin Zhenren, as well as Murong Yunyan, were fine, the disciples brought by the sect were six out of ten, and the ones who came back were all people who were not injured, as for those who were injured......

Standing outside the house, including the people of the Kunlun team, looking at the dejected returnees, they could only be silent, and could only stand quietly under the red and bloody sunset.

It was another three days, and more and more black-faced zombies had begun to appear in the territory of the Shushan Sword Sect, and although Daomen had temporarily strengthened a line of defense in Hanyu Valley, it still couldn't avoid the influx of a large number of zombies.

It's time for the Kunlun team to set off again, expanding from the original thirteen people to twenty-five people, Li Xiaoyi is still the captain, and Chen Yueling is the deputy team.

He divided the team again, or three echelons, main attack, support, and formation.

And those who serve as the main attackers, all of them are sword cultivators, and since the monks are not good at fighting desperately at close range, they will take the route of long-range attack.

Twelve people are the main attackers, six people are rotated, the band sword light kills, four people are assisted in the formation, and eight people are responsible for the formation.

This plan was recognized by Xu Yun, Chen Yueling and others, and it was also formed.

The squads of other sects do not have the trouble of the Kunlun squad, most of them form a formation of several people, and the sword formation is mainly encircled.

In this way, it is too easy to have casualties, and it is easier to break through, but it is a formation like Li Xiaoyi, which has few drawbacks.

Zhang Sheng, Li Xi, and a new disciple galloped in the sky, with a wide range, but there was a range.

A few laps later, a blue light flying sword flew out of Zhang Sheng's hand.

Li Xi looked at the bright blue fireworks, turned his head to look at Zhang Shengdao, and said: "It is said that a large number of black-faced zombies have poured in, and for a long time, I haven't seen a single shadow." ”

Zhang Sheng was expressionless and didn't say a word, his divine consciousness was still around his body, meticulous.

Li Xi smiled bitterly, his senior brother will always be like this, no wonder the little uncle calls him a wooden man in private.

"Senior Brother Li, what kind of person is Uncle Junior?"

Li Xi looked at Wang Yun and rolled his eyes: "You don't care what kind of person Uncle Xiao is, you just remember two words." ”

Wang Yun didn't understand, Zhang Sheng looked at Li Xi at this time, the latter hurriedly shut up, and not far away in the sky, one after another was coming this way.

The first person, the young man with white hair, and a bright red mark of Fengling at the corner of his eye, was none other than Li Xiaoyi.

"Good work!"

Zhang Sheng and the others hurriedly hugged their fists in return, not because Li Xiaoyi was intentionally pretentious, but because of their identity, it should be the case for the Daomen who value seniority the most.

After finding a similar place, everyone began to rest, and now it is not as good as before, Fengyang Prefecture has been broken, and the territory of Shushan Sword Sect can be said to be full of dangers.

After releasing the ghosts, Li Xiaoyi sat aside, except for the new Kunlun disciples, most of the rest of the people turned a blind eye to the ghosts.

It floated around, and seemed to like Chen Yueling very much, the latter caressing its bald head like Li Xiaoyi, and more people were full of mind, after all, it was a ghost thing that could bring bad luck.

On the other side, the monks of the Forgetful Sorrow Sect were caught in an extremely bitter battle, unable to extricate themselves. Blood stained the wasteland, and corpses were littered everywhere.

There is the fear of death, and there are also people who are teary-eyed because of their injuries, and their lives are like flowers, which are extinguished in full bloom.

When Sun Jiaqi and Lin Yunyu were leading the same door to fight and retreat, smoke and dust rose in the distance, and when they looked closely, Sun Jiaqi's face turned white, and countless black-faced zombies were running wildly in the smoke and dust.

Sun Jiaqi, who wanted to be alone, yelled at her classmates and told them to leave quickly, but no one wanted to leave, even if they were all women......

A small town far away from here, under the scorching sun, there is no voice, and there are no figures in twos and threes, looking at the houses from a distance, they are scattered and orderly.

Up close, there are corpses strewn all over the field, and the streets, houses, are filled with the smell of corpses, and there is silence.

A sect disciple who only had half of his body left, crying while relying on his hands and arms kept crawling, and behind him, stood a fellow disciple who had already turned into a zombie, his big mouth was split, and his mouth was full of fangs.

The team of the Shushan Sword Sect has always been considered to be the strongest team in the twenty-four sects, and it is true, at this moment, there is a row of heads neatly placed under their feet.

There was a special disciple in charge of checking and collecting, and Su Yunhan on the side was standing in front of Mu Jianchen, looking at his fellow disciples, and several people surrounded and killed Fei Stiff in a formation.

But like the Shushan Sword Sect, it is really difficult to find a second echelon among the Daomen, such as Qubai Mountain of the Dragon and Tiger Sect.

After the battle with Li Xiaoyi, he recovered from his serious injuries, not only did his cultivation increase greatly, but he was about to break through the realm and enter the True Dan, and his personality became more calm.

Even so, the Dragon and Tiger Sect was also caught in a quagmire from which it could not break free.

There is also this team of monks led by Yang Yueqing of Tianyun Gate, most of them have been damaged, although there is no siege by black-faced zombies at this moment, but looking at the tears on the ground, and their own colleagues who have been injured, they are all sad.

After all, they have been brothers for many years, growing up together, cultivating together, laughing and scolding together, and crying together. Now they want to kill each other, and the sword in their hands has become as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Yang Yueqing gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and he didn't say a word, he really couldn't say that order.

"Let's do it, senior brother, a boy who is only sixteen or seventeen years old, looking at him with tears on his face. ”

Finally, someone didn't want to be embarrassed like this, and the flying sword went straight into his head together, and he died without saying a word.

The boy smiled miserably, this laugh was a long time, and then he committed suicide with the same sword.

Yang Yueqing was already in tears, he looked up at the sky, and let out an unwilling and painful roar.

More and more Daomen squads disappeared quietly throughout the day, no one knew where they went, and no one saw these people again.

Maybe never to see each other, a goodbye is goodbye, goodbye, goodbye......