The situation of the battle is becoming more and more unfavorable for the monks of the Northern Regions.

After all, they were limited in number, and almost all of them faced attacks from two or three rebel dead. At the beginning, he could still muster up a lot of enthusiasm and desperately resist, but at this time, it had been more than five hours, and neither the spirit nor the immortal spirit power could withstand such a high-intensity explosion. As soon as this critical point passed, the ordinary monks of the various sects in the Northern Regions couldn't hold it anymore, and more than ten people were killed before the tea time!

Lin Jingyu manipulated the fragments of the Heaven Replenishing Stone and kept hiding on the edge of the battlefield, waiting for the opportunity.

It turned out that he was right to wait.

Seeing that the monks of the Northern Regions were in decline, the dead soldiers of the rebel clan breathed a sigh of relief. Until now, they are also extremely tired. At this moment, a blue light shot straight out from the void, and the compelling sword qi was unstoppable, as if it was about to pierce everything.

The dead man who was attacked was shocked: "What person?!"

What greeted him was Lin Jingyu's long-planned earth-shattering blow.

This kid relied on the amazing ability of the Heaven Replenishing Stone Fragment to catch a lot of good things, and this flying sword was a treasure of the Xuantian.

With a "click", the head of the dead soldier was cut off, blood splattered everywhere, and he died tragically on the spot.

Several of the dead soldiers around them immediately became alert, but found no signs.

No one would have expected that this battle, which was destined to be written into the history of immortals, was gradually raised with Lin Jingyu's shot. He shot again and again, kept sneaking attacks, and in a moment, he killed more than 20 rebel dead. This is because this kid is greedy for treasures, and every time he kills someone, he has to grope carefully.

The situation took a turn for the worse.

In less than half an hour, the rebel dead were cleaned up.

However, the Northern Regions monks also won a terrible victory, with only about twenty people left, and all of them were seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness. They formed a circle, constantly swallowing various pills, recovering from their injuries. I have to say that Yao Wan'er's luck is extremely good, although the immortal spirit power in her body has been squeezed out, and her blood and longevity have also been greatly damaged, but she has survived after all. As for Shi Yong, with his defense, he suffered almost no damage. However, this person is extremely well disguised, and he looks out of breath, hiding in the center of the circle. He didn't want to fight the masked monks of the rebels.

The key to victory or defeat lies in the fight between Zhuang Zhixiao and the monk in the mask.

Yuqing was furious.

Although the strength of this doppelganger is limited, after all, it was created by the Shaodian Emperor, and there are a lot of hole cards. He raised his hand and beat it, and once again sacrificed a thing - the treasure mountain and river pearl of Xuantian!

A small bead, which has its own world, is sealed with eight sacred mountains and eight yellow springs.

The mountain and river beads shook slightly, but they saw that the eight sacred mountains suddenly flew up and smashed straight towards the masked monk who was beating.

Brush brush brush brush.

One of the three masked monks was a god who had sealed his cultivation. He shot out a stream of blue light, trying to resist the crushing of the sacred mountain. The blue light was extremely sharp, and he didn't care about the eight sacred mountains that fell from the sky, and his momentum was unstoppable, and he pierced through all the peaks in an instant, and went straight to Yuqing to kill.

Yuqing's eyes were so vicious that he immediately recognized the identity of this person.

"Jueyuan Immortal Sword, the three divine generals of the rebel clan!"

The sword light was cold, but Yuqing didn't care, I saw his expression move, and the eight yellow springs in the mountains and rivers roared over, turning into a long dragon composed entirely of the water of the River Styx, and rolled straight towards the blue light.

Zizi zi.

The blue light of the Jueyuan Immortal Sword was connected with the water dragon, this time, it was not as easy as breaking through the eight sacred mountains, and at the same time as the sharp sword qi broke through the water dragon, the water dragon also separated and turned into more and smaller water dragons and entangled them.

The so-called drawing knife to cut off the water is the reason for the water to flow more, and being entangled by these water dragons, the speed of the green light slows down.

Yuqing didn't have time to entangle with him, and once again sacrificed a clear bead, and then launched the way of time. Suddenly, the blue light seemed to be frozen, and the speed dropped again.

"No refund!"

With a wave of Yuqing's big sleeves, the eighteen flying swords were dazzling, forming a huge canopy, covering the three gods and the two ancestral immortals beside him. He has a three-pronged approach, and he can't tolerate Hong San not paying attention to it.

"Who the hell are you?!"

The canopy was huge, and all of a sudden, their protective qi was dispersed, and Hong San's face became ugly. Where is this canopy, there are clear layers of time turbulence, once you are swept into the canopy, you will be instantly thrown into the distant past or unknown future, either death or injury.

"Hahahaha, Hong San, do you want to stay here?"

Such a power is definitely not something he can resist at this time. Now, he has only two options, either seriously injured or breaking the seal.

"Humph!"

Hong San is not stupid, of course he will not fight with his life. He quickly unsealed it, and suddenly, he felt the huge repulsive force from the relics of the moving mountain, and the figure gradually disappeared.

The two ancestral immortals beside him did not have such good luck, they were swept into the sky, their bodies were sent flying, and they didn't know which time realm they were falling into, and what was waiting for them was death.

Yuqing did not stop and soon joined another group of battles.

He chose which monk from the Wind God Sect ranked the twelfth on the Immortal Monarch List. It's a pity that his speed is still a step slower, and by the time he arrives to solve the battle, this son's body has been shattered, and the primordial spirit has been swept up by a wisp of heavenly fire, and it is wiped out.

"Damn it!"

Yuqing received the attack of the three masked monks, and the mountains and rivers fell on the head, and the eight sacred mountains instantly killed a masked monk.

By now, the temptation of each other has long ended, and the victory and defeat are almost instantaneous.

On this side, Yuqing slaughtered all sides, killing several masked monks in a row, and even forced a god general to unseal and cultivate and withdraw from the ruins, while on the other side, the battle was not satisfactory. Although he was cautious and always defended, two of the three masked monks who besieged him were all Divine Monarchs who had sealed his cultivation, and even if it was consumed, it would be enough to consume him to death. In the end, he screamed and was unwilling to die. Of the three masked monks, only one of the Ancestral Immortals was severely damaged, and the other two were intact.

The Qin brothers joined forces to resist the enemy, and the consumption was extremely great, although they forced a god monarch to fly and killed two ancestral immortals, but the younger brother Qin was also killed on the spot, only Qin Wei was still struggling to support.

Luo Futu, the descendant of the Luo clan of the Northern Immortal Palace, had amazing defenses and repeated means, but under the attack of the wheels of the three masked monks, he was beaten to the flesh and hated on the spot. It's a pity that he didn't even kill a single person, not even injured. It can be seen that the best defense is always attack. Otherwise, no matter how strong the defense is, it is just a moving target. Shi Yong's eyes kept staring at him, watching his tragic death, revealing a look of kinship. If he hadn't hidden it deeply, I'm afraid he would have ended up dead.

So far, only Zhuang Wuxiao and other six people are left, and they are still struggling to support.

(End of chapter)