"To win this battle, the western gateway of the Meng family is Brother Chen and ours. Han Jian looked at Chen Feng and said word by word.

Han Jian's career as a horse has accumulated a lot of experience for him, and he can see the direction of this battle very clearly. This is also his declaration of war on the inhumane Meng family, even though the Meng family is powerful, but that was in the past, and now under the poison of Meng Zhongtian, the situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse.

Chen Feng snorted, clenched his fists, and waved in the air, "We will definitely win this battle." Brother Han, you came just in time, since Meng Xiangfeng's reinforcements are not far away, then Chen thinks, your spirit sword is already eager to try, right?"

Chen Feng took down the Meng family was not his ultimate goal, and turning back to kill the people surnamed Guangji was the root of his revenge.

Han Jian lifted the spirit sword in his hand, shook it in front of Chen Feng and Yue Qingling, and laughed, "It's already bloody, and I'm hungry and thirsty!"

Through the two of them getting along for a month, they have already had a considerable friendship. They were almost very similar in ethics and style, and at this moment, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, they walked towards the depths of the Three Dragons Valley.

Meng Tianjiao was also impressed by the two of them, and his previous affection for the bloodline of the Meng family was completely ignored, no matter what the relationship between him and himself, the most vicious people could not live in this world.

Yue Qingling gently grabbed Meng Tianjiao's arm and followed. Once again, the entire Three Dragons Valley fell into a silent world.

As the sun sets, the last rays of afterglow shine on the top of the tall locust tree, turning every leaf on the canopy golden and sparkling.

Suddenly there was a sound of "rumbling!" in the sky, the ground trembled slightly, and every leaf of the ancient tree in the valley trembled, and the leaves shook, and the golden light scattered all over the ground.

With this sound of vibration, a large number of monks appeared at the end of the road. They flattened the valley road, filled the valley, and hurried towards this side.

When night was approaching, the reinforcements from Monk Meng Xiangfeng's army to aid Flying Dragon City finally arrived.

"Meng Jian, the monk galloped all the way, and the spiritual power consumed a lot, we have been running for several hours in a row, so we should take a rest, otherwise even if we rush to Meng Daoyou, we will not have the slightest spiritual power. An elderly monk flew to the leader of the monk's army to reinforce Meng Xianglin and suggested loudly.

Meng Jian looked at the monks behind him, except for the monks who rarely cultivated to the advanced level, they basically showed extremely tired looks. If you stop, most of you think about it will immediately sit on the ground, gasp for breath, exhale as quickly as possible, and recover the aura in your body.

"Well, then I'll rest for an hour and let the brothers resupply a thing or two. This place is less than five hundred miles away from Flying Dragon City, although we are monks, but the Meng City Lord does not allow us to fly in the air, so we can only fly to the ground, and I think that the Meng City Lord of the Flying Dragon City is also about to arrive. At that time, we will return to Flying Dragon City in one go, and clean up the rebellious Han Jian and those miscellaneous pieces. ”

"What Meng Jian said is that there is a valley over there, which looks barren, but there must be plenty of spiritual energy in it, and there is enough place for monks to meditate on the spot, for example, we can rest there. The old man pointed to the valley with towering ancient trees not far away and suggested.

"What Elder Tong said is very true, it is really a good place to be there, and Meng can sense the abundance of spiritual power here!" Meng Jian nodded.

Seeing all the monks rushing towards the inner valley of the Three Dragons Valley, on the outermost mountain beam outside the valley, several clumps of grass and trees shook and slowly slipped down from the top of the valley on all sides.

The valley is very large, but there is only one road into the valley, and in the middle of the valley, there are small forked roads that lead to the top of the mountain beam. The army of tired Meng monks flocked to the valley in droves, and they couldn't wait to sit down.

At this moment, when the army of Meng family monks was most defenseless, figures shook on all sides, and the sound of killing suddenly rose.

Meng Jian never expected that he would encounter an ambush here. Where the enemy came from, he couldn't figure it out. Isn't Han Jian's army of monks attacking Flying Dragon City? Isn't that Chu He monk and Gong Yeqi sticking with Meng Xiaolin, where did this group of monks come from, and where did the enemy come from!

The Valley of the Three Dragons is a typical Jedi, a completely enclosed canyon interspersed with the Majestic Peak Mountain Range. The reason why it is said to be a Jedi is because once you enter this kind of valley, the only entrance to the outside of the valley is blocked, and there is no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.

It became a real valley of death surrounded by mountains, where people from the outside could not enter, and neither could the monks from within, as if it were a completely separate world.

It is conceivable that if the monk entered this valley, if the sky above was blocked again, it would be a completely enclosed space. If he launched an attack on the monk in the valley, what would be the result, at this moment, Meng Jian was already shuddering, and he did not dare to continue this terrifying thinking.

He couldn't have imagined that Gongsun Qi and Chu Zhe, who were fighting fiercely with Meng Xiaolin at the Sunset Pass, and the army of monks in Flying Dragon City who were attacking Meng Xianglin together, actually faced his army of 100,000 monks, and some monks had already been ambushed here, just to wait for their support army.

But just when he couldn't believe what was in front of him, a loud "boom!" was heard.

The only entrance, the peaks on either side of the mountain, are collapsing. Large chunks of rocks rolled down from the top of the peak, and the terrifying scene was very obvious, and the rocks were getting bigger and bigger, gathering more and more. With a loud sound of the sky collapsing, it fell on the path into the valley.

In an instant, it was already a hundred feet high, and now he could only see the high pile of rubble, which seemed to be a newly formed mountain. What's even more terrifying is that the rocks and trees are still falling, and along with these falling objects, there are more blue rays attached to their surfaces.

This is an ambush arranged by Chen Feng in advance, although there are less than two thousand monks in his hands, but they have a corresponding ambush, and they have the Qimen formation arranged by Yue Qingling, taking advantage of their unpreparedness, they can have the strength to fight.

Above the mountain beam, a series of formations shone brightly, locking the entire valley. Suddenly, streaks of green light shot down from the mountain beam with a sharp whistle, covering the unsuspecting army of Meng monks in pieces, and then tearing apart their unprepared bodies.

The road in the valley was very narrow, and there were too many monks of the Meng family who poured in, and they were suddenly attacked, and they couldn't even turn around and retreat. The valley was crowded with an army of monks, and Meng Jian could not do anything about it despite Meng Jian's hoarse roar.

Meng Jian was also a powerful monk, throwing out the Supreme Treasure Protector, wielding the spirit sword, blocking the power of the formation that was coming from the sharp killing, roaring angrily, and flying towards the top of the mountain beam. He held the spirit sword in his hand, blocking all the formations on the top of the mountain, and then rushed down to the next place.

"Get out, get out first. "In such a narrow environment, the large number of people has become an obstacle, and what is even more sad is that in such an environment, the monks' emergency combat ability is tested. And this is exactly what the army of monks of the Meng family lacks. The monks who were in ambush had already occupied all the favorable terrain and sealed their army of monks in the valley.

"Knock down the giant trees and cut down all the grass and trees!" Meng Jian, who jumped up the mountain beam, saw the situation more clearly, they needed the shade of the ancient trees to reduce the attacks of outsiders.

"Meng Jian, your opponent is me!" A loud voice sounded, and a sword shadow suddenly appeared in front of Meng Jian.

Yue Qingling looked at the top of the mountain beam, Han Jian and Meng Jian were fighting fiercely together, he smiled coldly, "Let go of the wooden stones, and fall the 'sword rain'!"

One by one, the rolling wood stones blessed with spiritual power rushed down with a sharp whistling sound, and with this dense boulder and rough wood flying down, countless Meng family monks were smashed into pieces in an instant.

Countless sword pills galloped like rain, one after another into the body of the Meng family monk in the valley, harvesting life one after another.

Chen Feng waved the spirit sword in his hand and strode out of a mountain beam, and behind him, groups of monks holding various weapons followed closely. These monks were all Han Jian's monks who had survived the catastrophe, and they had personally experienced the last battle of annihilation of the 300,000 monk army.

Those monks are almost inextricably linked to them, and the close contact with them for many years has given them a certain friendship. Now, with endless resentment, they are slaughtering the army of monks of the Meng family.

Meng Jian was fleeing in embarrassment, and there were about 2,000 monks running with him, and there were only more than 1,000 people chasing after them, but after comprehending the opponent's combat effectiveness, Meng Jian knew very well that as long as he dared to turn back to face the battle, it would definitely be the end of the entire army.

This time, he clearly understood how Meng Xiaolin felt when he fought against his opponent. That feeling of powerlessness made him feel the urge to vomit blood, obviously he had many more monks than the other party, but as soon as the two sides came into contact, it was always his own people who collapsed first. The other party's indifference to life made every monk of the Meng family feel chills.

These monks were not only cruel to the monks of the Meng family, but also extremely cruel to themselves.

The monks of the Meng family fought all over the mountains and valleys, and some monks were extremely vicious one moment, and the next moment they were corpses on the ground, attacked by spells from above, and took their lives. The monks who came from above didn't bother to look at them at all, but just chased and killed them without hesitation in the face of the desperate ferocious attacks of the Meng family monks.

At this time, cultivation is not the decisive factor of life and death. Now that Han Jian had comprehended the Xuanao of the formation and the ferocity of Yue Qingling mixed with the Qimen Dunjia, those Meng family monks who had advanced cultivation had almost escaped the catastrophe and were attacked by endless various spells.

Han Jian believed that if he couldn't crack the "Desperate Bagua Array" arranged by Yue Qingling and Chu Zhe, all the monks in the army of these Meng family monks would not be able to escape the result of death.