Haoyue was in the sky, but Xi'er felt a chill to her bones for no reason, and she frowned and looked at the other side of the army.

"Brother Lin, how many people are there on that side of your Xiaoying?" Xi'er swept over to Lin Changfeng's side with a solemn face and asked in a low voice, hoping that what she heard would be the number she had confirmed again and again.

Lin Changfeng gave an accurate number, two hundred and eighty-seven people, and then Lin Changfeng witnessed Xi'er's face bloodless in an instant.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" Xi'er's mournful divine sense roared only around Chang Xi, who was in the formation, and exploded in the ears of everyone else. In just that moment, several Xiao Ying warriors on the sand dunes on the other side of the army suddenly disappeared without making any sound, as if they had never appeared.

The soldiers of the Xiao Camp were taking their lives from the invisible threat every moment, and all the soldiers of the Cave Secret Division quickly noticed something strange and swarmed towards the sand dune, and the hideous-looking Lin Changfeng drew his sword in the air to tear through the hidden disguise, far from the brilliant sword light that could be compared to the previous half-step Transformation God Realm that flooded the sand dune.

Chang Xi, who was in the formation, trembled slightly, he could naturally detect such a big movement outside, and knew that it was the cave that was in trouble, but he couldn't have other superfluous movements at the moment, and he couldn't go anywhere until this formation was cracked.

After Lin Changfeng smashed on the sand dunes like a meteorite, his face was full of ghost-like expressions, and he saw that familiar short figure, piercing the Fuli armor on the chest of a Xiaoying soldier with one palm, and with a slight flick of his arm, he tore the corpse that had no longer had any life in two, and the abdominal organs that were still steaming were sprinkled indiscriminately, and the red blood stained the yellow sand.

Lin Changfeng looked at the coffin boy who had "come back from the dead" with anger, and the short boy who had been forced to a dead end by Xiaoying and Yanziying turned his head, and his already pale smiling face looked particularly mad in the moonlight.

"A few people from the cave department, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

The coffin boy seemed to ignore the sword rain pouring in the sky, twisted one of the branches and crushed it for a leisurely walk, and said to Lin Changfeng with a cold smile: "You should thank you for being lucky enough to be promoted to the God Transformation Realm in the past few months, so that you don't get to the pitiful point of dying tonight after you can't even stab your sword a few times." ”

Xu Qing, who stepped into the air, looked down at the short coffin boy who had been in the same boat with her, her eyebrows frowned, she drew her sword in her hand and did not make a move, but flicked her finger on the sword, and a wisp of sword sound waves that were invisible to the naked eye rippled, and the yin poisonous energy that quietly extended from the coffin boy's feet to the ordinary soldiers in the cave was suddenly revealed, and the sand dunes that could not withstand the secret competition between the two magical powers came to an end, and countless yellow sand were blown up in an instant.

The coffin boy whose body is the deity snorted coldly, the great power of the late stage of the god realm was ups and downs, and the barefoot woman like a snow lotus in mid-air snorted, and the hidden sword in her hand was inexplicably bent into a thrilling arc, and she turned her head away, and a few wisps of blue on her ears and temples were cut off without warning. She took advantage of this wrong moment, which was worth far more than a thousand gold, and her body was filled with qi to climb to the top again, and she used a style of overlord armor removal, and finally restored the Tibetan Blade Sword that was bent like a bow.

The two of them fought several times between the rabbit and the falcon, and the number of wins and losses was determined.

The coffin boy looked at Xu Qing meaningfully and sneered: "The girl of the Xu family, don't think that you can win me by winning my clone, the gap here is not something you can make up for by changing your kendo, not to mention that the person you have to deal with tonight is not me, but someone else." ”

As the coffin boy's voice fell, another person walked out from the shadow of another sand dune, and the person who suddenly appeared was an old man with a rickety back, his appearance was not good, but there was a sword intent on his body that made his eyes ache, and he was actually a sword cultivator.

"Old... Old Ancestor?" Xu Qingben didn't take the coffin boy's words to heart, but at this moment, seeing the old ancestor of the Dongwu Sword Cave appear here, her face changed several times, and she finally knew why she felt uneasy before.

The old man, who was called the sword monster by the people of the rivers and lakes, looked up at the tense sand dunes, his surging eyes fell on Xu Qing, and said indifferently: "I went out on a long trip, I didn't learn anything else, but I learned to eat inside and out?"

Xu Qing's hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, she never thought that the old ancestor would be in cahoots with the coffin mountain ridge, nor did she think that she would have to meet the old ancestor one day.

Xi'er completely concealed his figure in the sky, after all, with his cultivation in the Yuan Infant Realm, not only would it not be of any use, but even if he shot blindly, he would become a burden, so he had to obey Dong You's order to take a look at the overall situation at a high place, but found that a few clouds of dust and smoke were billowing in the distance, and the clothes on the person who came were different from those of the coffin boy.

Three famous people who have been in retreat and cultivation all year round in the coffin mountain range came to the coffin boy to hold the junior salute, they didn't say a word, their eyes were cold and cold, and they looked at several monks of the Transformation God Realm and the soldiers of the cave and secluded tribe who were wearing armor and holding swords, and their faces were not moved at all.

The Avatar Realm monk is naturally not invincible, if he single-handedly falls into an encirclement composed of two thousand or Jin Dan or half-step Yuan Ying soldiers, the best outcome is to be forced out of the bottom of the box to escape for his life, if he can't give up the face and dignity of the Avatar Realm monk, if he can't keep it, he will bury his bones here.

After all, the more high-level monks are, the less likely there are big scenes such as group fights or group battles, and they often fight alone. However, the difficulty of trapping and killing the enemy is much higher than catching and killing, even with the strength of the divine thoughts of the cultivators of the Transformation God Realm, they can't keep their eyes and ears on the chaotic battlefield. But in the back garden of his own house with the sea of sorrow and sorrow at his back, it would be too much to threaten the lives of a few of them with less than two thousand soldiers and a few Transformation God Realms.

The old man who wanted to get rid of the ugliness of his family under the pretense of the hand of the coffin mountain ridge turned his head and looked at the palace master of the Yin Heavenly Palace who was inexplicably moving in front of the ghost gate, and noticed the pure sword intent accumulated on the young man's body, the pupils in his eyes shrank, and he glanced at Xu Qingdao again: "That's the case, are you still stubborn?"

Xu Qing said with a sad face: "He is right, I shouldn't take the path of ruthless swordsmanship. Old Ancestor, do you know that you are now fighting against Luo Yu Mountain, against the Ghost Emperor, don't you think about the future of the Eastern Wu Sword Cave?"

"The old man doesn't know what the intention of Luo Yushan's army is to come here in the middle of the night, and he doesn't want to know, as long as the old man doesn't make a move on the palace master, the ghost emperor will come in person, and he can't find the slightest fault with my Dongwu Sword Cave!"

The old man's rickety waist crackled, and he raised his figure in front of everyone's eyes, and pointed at the white-clothed woman in mid-air who had been praised by him as the most amazing and gorgeous woman in the Dongwu Sword Cave for hundreds of years, and said angrily: "Xu Qing, let the old man see tonight, what crooked ways have you learned in Naluo Yu Mountain!"

Xu Qing's face turned from mournful to quiet, and the hidden sword was unsheathed, pulling out the thousands of trees in the sky.

Before the ghost gate closed, the wind surged in the blink of an eye.