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Just when Shen Yun and the others, step by step, rushed towards Jianwu City, the battle in the Yinglong Basin officially entered the white heat.

In a col, three monks, with frightened expressions on their faces, looked at the two monks in front of them.

The two people in front, one of the men, were very burly. Another young man, slender in his body, held a pair of black iron scimitars in both hands. Just for a long time, staring at the prey in front of him.

Not far on the ground, there was still a monk lying on the ground, bleeding all over the ground, but he was already dead.

These three monks, unlucky, lost one of their team members in this big battle, and the remaining four were injured, so they chose to withdraw to Jianwu City. Just now, the two monks on the opposite side attacked and killed the only monk with the least injury in the team.

Especially the pair of black iron scimitars, I don't know what grade, even the captain Zhang Qianglong's mid-grade defensive magic weapon is about to collapse at the touch of a button.

Now the three of them are terrified, knowing that they are invincible.

"Let's go separately!" Zhang Qianglong shouted, and ran away, and the other two immediately ran in other directions when they heard this.

The stout man and the scimitar monk were not in a hurry, and in the sneer, they each chased after a monk, ignoring the captain Zhang Qianglong.

Zhang Qianglong saw that no one was chasing after him, and he was immediately overjoyed, after all, he was a monk of the fourth layer of spiritual silence, as long as the sword flew, it was not a big problem to save his life.

As soon as he rushed out for dozens of feet, he was about to fly up the sword, when suddenly, he trembled and stopped.

In front of him, a huge fog running lion Huo Ran was standing not far away, with a pair of lantern-like giant eyes, staring at him coldly, and snorting, obviously treating him as a dead man.

Zhang Qianglong's heart sank, no wonder the two monks didn't come to chase him, it turned out that he had already left a back hand.

"You...... Go to hell. Zhang Qianglong shouted, and the sword slashed at the fog running lion, but threw out another flying sword, intending to run away. After all, it is an adult fourth-level demon beast, and he can't solve it by himself.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the fog running lion shook his body, he came to Zhang Qianglong's approach, opened his mouth, and let out a loud roar, bringing out a cloud of white mist.

Zhang Qianglong, who had just jumped up, suddenly felt his brain confused, his head was dizzy, and he fell forward by inertia.

In a daze, I only saw the eyes of the fog running lion showing disdain, and I didn't know what to do.

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Similarly, in a valley, a group of six monks was battling with two third-level fire foxes that were half a foot high.

In fact, there were only five monks fighting with Firefox.

If Shen Yun was there, he would recognize one of the little fat men, it was Zhang Tianhua. At this time, Zhang Tianhua was panting, dodging the attack of the fire fox while slashing with the flying sword.

There was also a tall and strong young man in green shirts, standing outside the standing circle, watching coldly, and did not join the battle group.

This person is naturally the cousin that Zhang Tianhua has mentioned many times, and Long Feixiang.

After all, they were only two third-level demon beasts, but after a while, the two fire foxes were scarred, and their fiery red fur was covered with blood, as if they had been fished out of the water, and they were obviously at the end of the crossbow.

Suddenly, Long Feixiang let out a loud shout, pushed his hands flat, and a half-moon-shaped sword light quickly slashed towards a fire fox.

The fire fox was already embarrassed, and when he saw this obviously more rapid knife light, he seemed to know that he couldn't dodge, and he screamed, and his eyes anthropomorphically glanced at his partner who was in a bitter battle, revealing his attachment and unwillingness, and then screamed and was killed on the spot.

But in a moment, the other fire fox could not resist the siege of six people and was killed on the spot.

"It's still the captain!"

"yes! The captain did it as soon as he made a move. ”

The compliments continued, but the tall green-shirted monk didn't care, and said coldly: "Repair for half an hour, and then set off." ”

At this time, the little fat man Zhang Tianhua didn't care about his image at all, and sat down on the ground, as if the fierce battle just now had consumed too much of his energy.

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On a mountainside in the Yinglong Basin, a fierce-looking leopard-like demon beast was lying on the ground, and a young man in a purple shirt stood nearby, shaking a folding fan very coquettishly and shaking his head slightly.

Judging by his expression, the battle had just ended, but the young man's face was very calm. It seems that killing such a demon beast is extremely easy for him, and even the robes on his body are clean and spotless.

After a while, he looked down at a green bamboo fish basket on the side of his belt, muttered something, and then chose a direction, a few ups and downs, and soon disappeared into the mountains and forests.

In the Yinglong Basin, such fights abound, there are monks who strangle demon beasts, there are also demon beasts ambushing monks, and there are even monks fighting each other......