The most tragic battle was Zhuang Zhixiao and others.

There were a total of four masked monks besieging Zhuang Zhixiao, and they cooperated tacitly and fiercely suppressed him. Zhuang Zhixiao was quite decisive, he knew that this battle could not be delayed, and as soon as he first met, he would attack with all his strength and exert his strength to the limit. He is the successor carefully cultivated by the Wind God Sect, born with the Xunfeng Divine Body, and cultivating the way of the wind is twice the result with half the effort, and he is blessed. At this time, Zhuang Zhixiao's body was surrounded by ninety-nine eighty-one wind pillars, slowly infiltrating the four masked monks who surrounded him. These wind pillars are by no means simple, if you fall into them, you will be cut by countless wind blades almost at any time, and if you are not careful, your body will be in a different place.

The four masked monks were not fuel-efficient lamps, and they sacrificed their magic weapons, bombarding Zhuang Zhixiao in all directions, frequently destroying the pillars of wind.

Zhuang Zhixiao danced a folding fan with one hand, and after it was unfolded, the white light was shining, and hurricanes rolled out of it, constantly rebuilding the wind pillar, and gradually advancing forward. This folding fan is a superb treasure of Xuantian, and it is the treasure of the way of wind.

It is worthy of being the leader of the Northern Regions Immortal Monarch List, Zhuang Zhixiao's strength is far better than that of Black Nightmare, Shadow Dream and others, and it can even be said that he is already on par with Swallow Mi, who has not used the treasure of creation. At this moment, although he was surrounded by four people, he was constantly looking for opportunities to pull the balance of victory towards him little by little.

The situation of the Shadow Dream Fairy is precarious. When she fought against Ye Ning and the others, she had already used up a lot of pills and captives, and after that, in order to deal with the lore of Bloody Fang, she even played almost all of her hole cards. At this moment, in the face of the siege of the three masked monks, she only had the strength to parry, barely maintaining her undefeated. However, beads of sweat were already oozing from the corners of her forehead, and she knew very well that if she delayed for three more hours at most, she would die!

The Thirteen Princes of the Holy Court were quite ruthless, and his ranking was lower than Zhuang Zhixiao and Ying Meng, but he took the lead in getting the head. After fighting a stick of incense for a while, he killed an ancestral immortal on the other side at the cost of a broken arm!

Covering his blood-dripping left shoulder, he sneered: "A bunch of miscellaneous pieces! Come on, let the master kill him!"

There were only two people left besieging him, and they were already trembling, for fear that this madman on the other side would fight for his life with injuries again!

The monk with a grim face and upturned eyebrows was very cautious when he struck, and he had barely been hurt in the fight so far. Of course, the three monks who attacked him were also intact.

Ying Ying, the most favored little princess in the Holy Court, is simply a treasure boy. She didn't sacrifice her magic weapon, but raised her hand to a stack of high-ranking captives, and the two masked monks were overwhelmed by a variety of attacks. Or the sky is full of fire, or thunder, or a boulder is like a meteor, or the wind is like a ghost. In her spare time, she released a formation flag and quickly built a large array, trapping the two of them in it.

Xue Qianqian, the holy daughter of the Xue clan of the Northern Immortal Palace, refined the way of ice, and between shots, it was frozen for ten miles. All around it, the temperature was so low that it almost dripped. She was thoughtful and did not rush to victory, and step by step she built the battlefield into a city of frost, trapping three masked monks in it. Among them, there was a fire cultivator who fell into this ice and snow, his strength was greatly reduced, and he was soon injured a lot.

Luo Futu, a member of the Luo clan of the Northern Immortal Palace, cultivates the way of the earth. This person is somewhat similar to Shi Yong, his defense is extremely strong, and no matter how the three masked monks attack, he will not move. Unfortunately, his attack methods are also ordinary, and he cannot achieve results.

The Qin brothers of the Phantom Shadow Sect fought bloody! Their brothers joined forces and dragged the seven masked monks, and the spears slashed from time to time, bringing out a little bit of blood. Their luck is good, these seven monks are all ancestral immortals, and there is no god monarch to hide in them, and for a while, their lives are not in danger.

As for the three of the Wind God Sect, the battle situation was extremely bad.

Their strength was almost the lowest among the thirteen, but they were facing a full eleven masked monks! Half an hour later, the nineteenth-ranked one, his right leg was swept by the sword light, and with a "bang", it was directly cut off, and blood was dripping. He knew that something was wrong, and he would never be able to escape it. Looking at the red cheeks of the two senior brothers, he gritted his teeth and said, "Two senior brothers, see you in the next life!"

After speaking, he tightly clamped the two masked monks, escaped far away, and exploded directly!

"Bang!"

The loud noise almost overturned half of the battlefield, and several monks who were close to them were implicated and were directly shaken away for miles.

The three of them fell at the same time in the sound of explosions.

"No!"

"Senior brother!"

The rest were hoarse and wept bitterly.

They struck harder, almost giving up their defenses and attacking with all their might.

However, there were also seven masked monks besieging in an orderly manner. In the long run, they are doomed.

......

An hour passed.

The battle has entered the daylight.

In the square in front of the palace, mutilated corpses were scattered everywhere, the dead of the rebel clan continued to die, and the monks of the Northern Regions also fell a lot, and the number of people dropped sharply to about a hundred.

However, both sides have no intention of giving up, and there is a tendency to fight to the last man.

Behind the rebel clan, five masked monks surrounded An Xiaofu wearing a black feather mask.

An Xiaofu said: "Senior brothers, the battle situation is not ideal, you still don't play?"

Sorry, I don't have enough time to make up 2000 words.

(End of chapter)