A group of people flew towards the southwest of Fanghu, and there were only many Xuanzhao left in the mountain gate, and the disciples of Kaiguang were not allowed to fly without building a foundation, how could Li Ji let them go? Unfortunately, this is the sea area, not the continent and land, and the monks who can't fly are really going to die.

The flight team of 100 people flew together, it was a bit spectacular, but unfortunately the momentum was not enough, there was no determination to fight to the death, the so-called mourning soldiers must win, it is not applicable to a group of evil sword cultivators, others are fighting after mourning, they are declining, it is conceivable that once Li Ji is overwhelmed, most of the monks here will definitely escape.

There are also elites, and there are also those who go out with the heart of death, such as Qingye, Yan Gang, Caiyi, Tsing Yi, and some disciples who originally belonged to the independent main battle faction, but unfortunately they are only a few, and most of them want them to be martyred, it is too reluctant.

The speed of the team's flight is not fast, because you have to take care of those Tsukiji monks who have just learned to fly, but fortunately, the opponent can't run, so it doesn't matter.

Aoba and Yan Gang flew to Li Ji's side, in the eyes of the two of them, this is really the worst group fight team in history, no grouping, no task, no outflanking, no cooperation, just street gangsters fighting in groups and knowing how to find a few people who don't want to die as pioneers.

"Uncle Shi, is it better to divide into several teams, frontal, flank, assault, prepared, and healed? Such a messy swarm of bees rushed up, and if you hold on for a moment, you will collapse!"

Aoba's words have already exceeded a bit in terms of his identity, but he has to do this, he originally thought that this master would have some attainments in marching formations, but now it seems that he is not much stronger than the splashy gangsters.

Li Ji waved his hand arrogantly, "Divide the ball! Break the cauldron and sink the boat, fight against the water, it's the right time!"

The two of them were speechless at each other, and their hearts were sad, could it be that the foundation of the Evil Sword Sect for thousands of years was going to be destroyed in the hands of this reckless man?

Li Ji glanced at the two of them, "I warn you two, give me a good look at these guys, if one of them runs away, I will only ask you!"

The question is, are these ways of military formations that require coordination, dedication, and tacit understanding suitable for the current monks to ward off evil spirits?

The mind is uncertain, the gas is insufficient, the momentum is not fierce, and there is no use for mentioning anything else!

Li Ji can be sure that if it is really divided into several groups, it must be an ending of pushing each other and watching each other, everyone wants to take advantage, no one wants to rush up to fight to the death first, everyone is planning to smear oil on the soles of their feet, it is better to rush forward, at least there is a momentum of attacking first.

What the Sword Sect needs most now is confidence, it is a high-level monk, or to put it bluntly, it is infinite trust in him Li Ji, only with confidence can he mention anything else.

No matter how slow the Zhuji monks flew, after a quarter of an hour, one hundred and fifty miles had already arrived, and several other sects had already prepared for this, and they formed a simple large circle array, with five Jindan monks in front of the circle array, and seventy or eighty disciples in the circle behind, looking at the farce in front of them with a playful expression.

"The Sword Sect of Warding Off Evil Spirits, this is self-defeating!"

This time, the four factions surveyed the boundary of the shell field, a total of five Jin Dan came, two from the Imperial Sword Sect, and one from each of the other three factions, they didn't come here to fight, the reason why there is Jin Dan is really about the division of the shell field, and it is related to the future benefits of each sect, and it is not a matter that low-level disciples can decide, as for the evil sword faction, no one cares about it at all.

Recently, a lonely smoker has come back to ward off evil spirits, so what? One has come back and another has died, this kind of sect internal strife can hit the sect's vitality the most, and everyone is happy to watch the excitement on the sidelines.

But today's behavior of the Evil Sword Sect still surprised them, a Jin Dan led a hundred disciples, is this to provoke, surrender, or to send them to death?

That lonely smoke has been in Nanluo Island for a long time, is it possible to be stupid with his brain?

The Emperor Sword Gate Jindan Sword Cultivator looked at the group of monks rolling in from afar, the visual effect was amazing, but the killing spirit was weak, and he couldn't help laughing:

"Lone Smoker, which of you knows?"

The open flame Taoist of the Holy Fire Gate said with a smile, "The old Taoist is very old, but he had a relationship with that lonely smoker seventy years ago, he is a temperamental, and then I heard that he could not compete with the high school, so he left for other continents, but I didn't expect that seventy years have passed, but his temper has not changed at all." ”

The blood seeker of Mingjianyu said disdainfully: "Nanluozhou has been sixty years, this person has not died in another country, and he is also an outlier!"

Another Jindan monk from the Imperial Sword Sect was a little puzzled, "Black gold is dead, but how can this person be killed?"

To annex a sect is a very troublesome and time-consuming matter, the group of low-level monks is a rare fresh blood, no one will be too much, the question is how to collect the heart?

The usual practice is to keep one or two high-ranking monks with some prestige among the annexed sects to help gather and appease the hearts of these low-level disciples, and then make another plan after a period of time has passed and the old sect slowly fades out.

Originally, the Black Gold Daoist was the best candidate for this position, but now that he has returned to the West, who will these young low-level disciples of the Evil Sword Sect rely on to subdue them?

"Let's look at it then, it's too early to talk about this matter now, stop me for a while to see this lonely smoker's behavior and behavior, if he is sensible, it is better to let him replace the role of the dead ghost of Heijin, if this person is blindly tough, then simply take advantage of the fact that there are more people to do something, and save trouble in the future!"

The one who spoke was the Black Sheep Daoist of Dagu Mountain, a scheming guy.

Everyone nodded yes, it is very important to subdue the low-level disciples who ward off evil spirits, but more importantly, it is very troublesome to eliminate the trouble of Jindan, a Jindan sword cultivator who does not listen to advice and is determined to take revenge is very troublesome, it is better to kill it directly.

...... Li Jida saw the other party's situation clearly from afar, and the five Jindan big stabs stood in front, but it was just what he wanted, so the position was pressed from the rear of the team, mentioned to the front, and shouted loudly:

"I have been raised for thousands of years to ward off evil spirits, and the festival of righteous death is today!"

Anyway, he didn't care about the disciples behind him, he turned into a streamer, and shot out, and at the same time, the flying sword rushed, turning into five sword lights, and attacking the five golden pills of the other party......

"Uncle Shi......" Aoba, who had been in front of the team, didn't shout, the figure had already swept by, and he couldn't help but glance at Yan Gang who was also in front, and felt helpless, this uncle really has no talent for co-ordination and leadership, and it is more than enough to be a pioneer thug, but one to five, what does this brain think?

Li Ji's speed was so fast, when the evil spirit-warding brigade arrived, the airspace in front of him was already in a mess, and six figures were flying up and down, how could the low-level monks intervene in the current situation?