In the midst of several deafening sounds, the square was full of red mangs, dust and gravel were scattered everywhere, and the surrounding aura was like a muddy lake, which seemed to be both disordered and agitated.

The aftermath of the explosion has not yet dissipated, the red mango stone dust has not yet dispersed, and under the intersection of the magic treasures of the two monks who rose into the air, the dense roar sounded one after another on the mountain of the Floating Light Sect, and from time to time there were falling spell treasures near the battlefield, once again stirring up the spirit and stone dust.

There were as many as fifteen monks rising from Bai Zhilong's side, divided into three men and one woman, four Jindan stage monks, who were elders of the Fuguang Sect, and the remaining eleven were all foundation building period monks, four elders and Bai Zhilong's disciples.

These elder disciples of the Floating Light Sect were taken advantage of by Monk Cuiwei Lou because they were slow to rise into the air one step later, and under the round of fierce blows from Monk Cuiwei Lou, they were all in a hurry, and it seemed that they were in danger, so they had to try their best to intercept what they had learned all their lives.

Fortunately, the place of battle was on the top of the Floating Light Sect Mountain, and the two monks in the air only fought for one round, and the low-level disciples of the Floating Light Sect who were waiting for the development of things were still not reacting, and they were unable to help in the two rounds of fighting, but before the third round of the battle between the two monks in the air, these low-level monks had already controlled the treasures and soared into the air to shoot all their most powerful supernatural treasures to the monks of Cuiwei Building.

For the help of these low-level monks, the five Jindan stage monks in Cuiwei Building were naturally not afraid, but the twenty-six elite foundation building stage monks brought by Luo Hongmei were not.

Although the twenty-six Cuiweilou monks in the middle and late stages of foundation building were elite, they were still stumbling under the attack of hundreds of magic treasures of the low-level monks of the Floating Light Sect, and it was very difficult to resist and avoid. After all, there are more than 700 monks of the Floating Light Sect, even though most of them are disciples of the Enlightenment Period, among them there are many disciples in the Foundation Building Period, if it weren't for the treasures that Luo Hongmei gave to the twenty-six Cuiwei Lou Foundation Building Monks are all high-grade magic weapons, and there are even a lot of inferior magic weapons, and these powerful treasures have been sacrificed in danger to solve the crisis, I am afraid that the moment these low-level disciples of the Floating Light Sect rush up, the twenty Cuiwei Lou monks will have to suffer several casualties.

At this time, Chen San, who was invited here, showed Cuiweilou's caution and did not do anything that he was not sure of.

I saw that Chen San saw that the twenty-six foundation building monks in Cuiwei Building were supporting very hard, and he didn't need Fang Kao and the others to ask, so he summoned back into his hand a slender black and red shadow that forced an elder of the Floating Light Sect to hurry in front of him, and then his five fingers turned into palms and pushed, and the treasure that returned to his hand turned into a black and red shadow and shot away, and in the low-level disciples of the Floating Light Sect who surrounded the twenty-six Cuiwei Valley Foundation Building Monks, a series of miserable screams in the air, more than a dozen blood flowers immediately burst out among these low-level disciples of the Floating Light Sect.

And after the treasure in his hand was played again, Chen San's figure shook continuously, avoiding a few spells, and the green mangs on the fingertips of the halberd fingertips of his left hand appeared three times in a row, and the three green mangs were wrapped around the wind blade shaped like a substance and silently drew out, and went in different directions

Since the battle, there have finally been casualties among the monks, and more than a dozen people have been killed in a row in their own sect, and the disciples of the Fuguang Sect who saw this scene couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts, their eyes were frightened, and the attack in their hands was a little slower.

The black and red shadows that had killed more than a dozen disciples of the Floating Light Sect in a row, after piercing through the fluffy blood mist, did not return to Chen San's hands, but swept towards the low-level disciples who had gathered in another part of the Floating Light Sect. However, the black and red shadows after piercing the blood mist were different from before, and the red shadows in it were a little deeper, as if they were gradually changing color.

Every time a monk enters a great realm, his own strength has made great progress, if a foundation building monk can deal with the siege of ten Enlightenment Stage monks at the same time, then a Jindan period monk can deal with the siege of two hundred or even three hundred Enlightenment period monks at the same time.

If the low-level monks who gathered did not have special means to deal with the high-level monks, then the high-level monks were almost invincible.

This is the case now, Chen Sanyi killed more than a dozen low-level disciples of the Floating Light Sect in a row, which attracted the attention of the disciples of the Floating Light Sect who besieged the twenty-six monks of the Foundation Building Period who besieged Cuiwei Tower, but how could the magic power of a Jindan period monk be avoided and intercepted by these low-level disciples of the Floating Light Sect if they noticed it, and Chen San was not an ordinary Jindan period monk.

The low-level disciples of the Floating Light Sect who besieged the twenty-six foundation building period monks of Cuiwei Building, after noticing the fall of their fellow sects, just put their minds on Chen San, Chen San's wind blade that turned into three green shadows had already approached the three dense groups of low-level disciples of the Floating Light Sect, and in a series of miserable shouts, blood flowers erupted in three places in the air, and the stump and broken arm fell on the bluestone ground below, smashing out a strange muffled sound.

The screams did not subside, Chen San's treasure made a contribution again, the extremely fast black and red shadow was not avoided by the disciples of the Floating Light Sect at all, where Chen San's three wind blades passed, it might be possible to escape half, but this small black and red shadow was not missing anywhere, and the low-level disciples of the Floating Light Sect who were killed were all moving in a square shape, and they felt a pain in their bodies, and then they only had time to scream and then planted silently on the bluestone ground below.

For these low-level disciples of the Floating Light Sect, Chen San was completely a god-killing existence, and for a while, the disciples of the Floating Light Sect in the air did not dare to gather together at all, so they had to move up and down, left and right, and the attacks in their hands naturally slowed down.

With Chen San's help, but after only a few breaths, the twenty-six foundation building period monks of Cuiwei Building were greatly reduced, and they fought back against those scattered Fuguang Sect disciples. 89 Literature Network

The monks of the two sides in the field fought fiercely, and the monks of the various sects of the Void Light Realm outside the field kept retreating outside, and at the same time, they either took out the treasure to resist the sky, or the spiritual rays under their feet rose into the air one after another.

It wasn't until they retreated ten miles away that the monks of these various sects stopped their retreating figures and began to point out and discuss with the battle group above the top of the Fuguang Sect's mountain.

"Who is that Jindan stage monk from Cuiwei Valley? Also, the treasure that Fang Benza saw that he had summoned back and stayed in his hand for a moment was a war knife with a black handle and a red blade, why did the blade become as deep as ink after killing some Floating Light Sect disciples now?"

"I haven't seen or heard of that Jindan monk, maybe it's a newly recruited monk from Cuiwei Building, or maybe it's a hired monk. As for the sword treasure that the monk sacrificed, the head of the family was also clumsy and couldn't recognize the reason for the treasure. ”

"The old man didn't see it, but according to the two strong breaths that erupted from the battle knife treasure when the old man took out and brought back the infused spiritual power from the Jindan stage monk, this treasure grade is undoubtedly a yellow-rank high-grade treasure. ”

"Oh, Elder Li actually found out about that Jindan stage monk's battle sword treasure item level, and it just so happened that the head of this sect had also noticed that the Jindan stage monk was wearing leather boots, and it was actually a yellow-rank high-grade treasure. ”

The monks kept pointing and discussing, and couldn't help but let out bursts of surprise, and the object of the pointing and discussion was not well known, but now it was the conspicuous Chen San.

The Fuguang Sect has a centennial celebration of the head of the Yuan Infant Monk Sect, and the invited sect did not dare to send people to congratulate them at will, so they had to lead the head of the sect in person, and under the sharp eyes of the most elite monks of these sects, many of Chen San's magic weapons were also pointed out.

Among these sects that came to celebrate, not all of them retreated to ten miles away to watch the fierce battle between the two monks above the top of the Fuguang Sect Mountain, among them, more than thirty monks only retreated five miles and then stopped to watch the battle, while the sect monks who retreated ten miles away rarely gave strange advice and comments to these thirty or so monks.

Among the more than 30 monks, 30 of them were dressed in white, with a circle of blazing flames embroidered on the sleeves of their hands, a large red incandescent character embroidered on their left chest, and a fiery red disc on their feet, standing still in the air with their eyes in front of them.

In front of the thirty monks, there were four high-ranking monks who stepped on the red light, two men and two women, three of whom were not much different from the costumes of the more than thirty monks behind them, but the blazing words on their chests were constantly twisted and deformed, as if they were really embroidered on a fire character.

The rest of the person was dressed in a bright red shirt, different from the ordinary red clothes, the red of the clothes on this person's body was like the living flame on the chest of the three high-ranking monks, and it couldn't help but twist and deform, as if he was wearing a big red flame, which was extremely conspicuous among this group of monks.

This monk in a big red shirt was very petite standing with his hands in his hands, but he was a twenty-eight woman, but there was no trace of childishness on his smiling little face, and his eyes were as deep as a pool of blue springs.

Beside the twenty-eight woman, three high-ranking monks, a woman in a fifty-year-old bun with a straight back, stood side by side with her, and two sturdy men with short hair stood behind them.

The two sturdy men were almost the same in appearance and appearance, obviously two brothers, but one had no waves in his eyes for a long time, and the other had a glint in his eyes from time to time, and his temperament seemed to be very different.

"Door master, the sword used by the Jindan period monk in Cuiwei Tower, but the rumored evil sword ghost bodhisattva?"

This group of monks did not say a word for a long time until they withdrew from the battlefield, until Chen San's sword treasure killed nearly fifty low-level monks of the Floating Light Sect, and the body of the battle knife was already dark and black, and the woman standing next to the twenty-eight woman asked the woman with a speech.

As soon as the woman said this, the faces of the two men behind her immediately changed slightly, and the woman who was asked by the woman smiled slightly, and her voice was as crisp as a bell: "I finally see it." Indeed, the sword used by the Jindan period monk was the evil sword ghost bodhisattva who was famous in the major spiritual realms. ”

The woman's voice fell, and several miserable screams sounded in the sky above the mountain top in the distance, where the ghost and Bodhisattva evil knife had turned into a slender black shadow, and several puffs of blood mist were thrown, and several stumps fell.