When he was about to reach the border, Lei Xiaoyao suddenly turned to the left and flew straight towards the Half-Blood Holy Clan's Relic Alliance City. Since the 'Ancient Ruins', the Burning Bear Clan has not been treated well by the Qingchuan Clan, and there must be very few people who come here to support, and Xuanhu Fort and the Relic Alliance City are much better. Especially the latter, perhaps because of his vigorous publicity, as well as the existence of the abandoned human race, must be the first choice for Qingchuan.

Perhaps he came just in time, more than a thousand miles away from the Relic Alliance City, and found that the void in the distant sky was constantly trembling, and all kinds of sounds were mixed together like thunder. The chaotic vitality fluctuated into the sky, and countless colors intertwined with each other, which was the power that could only be emitted by the violent impact of the magic weapon.

"It's started again?" Lei Xiaoyao perked up, his eyes rolled, and he sped towards the area north of the Relic Alliance City close to the Forsaken Terrans. As the distance narrowed, he immediately saw seven or eight monks lined up in the void in front of him, stretching for a distance of two hundred miles. On the opposite side, there were twelve or thirteen high-level fangs, which had an advantage in numbers, and both sides were in the Jindan realm. The ground below was densely packed, and it had become a place for the Ning Truth Realm to show its skills, and nearly a hundred shadows had already shaken together.

'These may be all the strength of the Forsaken Terrans, and it is not easy for them to hold the northern void of the Relic Alliance City with four or five small cities!'

I saw a late-stage consummation realm human race in a black power suit, embroidered with peaks and ancient trees, and a black three-pronged long whip in his right hand held high.

"Battle ——!" snapped at the other party and then slammed it at the other party, and the long whip came out of the hole like a black snake, swaying left and right to attack the two fangs respectively.

"Kill ———!"

"Attacking ————!"

The leader moved, and the world moved, and suddenly countless magic weapons gave full play to their respective advantages, rendering the air colorful. The strong fluctuations produced during the impact, and when they collided with another warband, the sound of whistling suddenly rolled in. The fierce battle on the ground below had already seen casualties, and a middle-aged man in a blue shirt was fighting with the other party, while the shadow of another warband suddenly left his opponent behind and quickly hid his body to attack him.

The man in the blue shirt realized that it was too late to be alert, and immediately scrambled to defend against the sneak attack, but was pierced in the right arm by a spear that broke through the defense. After the confusion, there were many flaws, and in an instant, there were six or seven more serious injuries on the body, and he suddenly fell to the ground.

'If you are met by me, how can you let it go?' Lei Xiaoyao's face was a little ruthless, and after thinking about it carefully, his body sank hard and melted into the depths of the ground. The Fu Huang Sword Array was quietly sacrificed, and the four delicate ancient fans were also placed in a very far distance to prevent the grass from startling the snake, and his movements were extremely slow, and it took a quarter of an hour.

The target of the first raid was the Fang Shadow of the Jindan Elementary and Intermediate Realms, and after killing with one blow, he released the Daoist friends of the forsaken Terrans. Then they combined to attack the enemy cultivators in the later stage, while the ambushed sword array strangled the Fang Shadow of the Condensing True Realm, and the four bone fans prevented those who escaped the net.

The three supreme magic weapon short swords that had been captured from the withered thief had been refined by him several times, and their application had already been skillful, and their power had reached a higher level. The people of the dry field have done evil many times, but they have touched the mold, and they have given away all such treasures and great possessions. He could feel Sen Sen's sword intent, and after fusing the golden essence stone, it was extremely sharp against the fang.

What puzzled him was that the two high-level cultivators here did not have peak realm cultivation, but there were three consummation realms. Under the premise that the number of the Shadow Clan has increased by 30%, the Forsaken Terrans are still holding their ground, and this has become a contest between strength and will.

Although you can also control magic weapons in the Spirit Cultivation Ring, you can only exert seventy percent of your strength at most, after all, it is not in a space. When he helped Le Lan, there was only one late fang, and those two mid-stage ones were not taken into account, so there was no need to show up. There are many enemies this time, no less than one enemy, and in order to achieve the best results, they have to come out to move. But he still used the high-grade stealth technique, and with his peak supernatural powers, in the eyes of the other party at the same level, he was just a vague phantom. Below the Perfection Realm, apart from feeling that there was something abnormal in the place where I was, I didn't find anything else.

"Chop ——!" A low cold drink came out, and the surroundings of the battle group were infected by the three-color strong light, and both sides were suddenly surprised, and at this moment, the screams began, and the three shadows with different appearances fell down in the early stage. The dagger didn't stop for a moment, and flew like lightning towards the next target, only to be heard only two screams. The other fended off for a moment with the small black and white flag sacrificed by a certain consummation realm in the distance, but it gave the mid-stage fang, who had almost fallen, time to react.

He let out a terrifying scream, and immediately retreated, his hands dancing rapidly, and two purple triangular shields were sacrificed, followed by an umbrella-shaped defensive magic weapon. Lei Xiaoyao stared at the Consummation Realm fiercely, this fang was definitely an experienced guy, and he didn't know how many bloodstains of the Little Desolate Realm cultivator were on his hands.

The Forsaken Terran monks also reacted immediately, especially the five Daoists who had suddenly lost their opponents, panicked and immediately rejoiced. Turning around and staring around, he didn't find half a figure, and after a pang in his heart, he quickly joined the battle group of his clan with gratitude. There were even more screams below, how could a Soul Condensing Realm-level shadow withstand a high-level sharp slaughter. Twelve short swords shuttled back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, nearly half of them died, and the situation on the scene was immediately reversed, and the momentum of the left human race was greatly boosted.

A sneak attack instantly killed the opponent's five high-level, and directly pierced the demon core again and again, the means were simply sharp and ruthless, and all the corpses were taken away. The eyes of the three Terran late-stage consummation monks were full of brilliance, and they did not forget to scan the surrounding void while fighting, and finally found that there was something abnormal somewhere in the distance. The Fang Shadow of the Condensing Truth Realm below was no longer alive, and the Terran side had a few cleaning up the battlefield, and most of them sacrificed spiritual weapons to attack the enemy cultivators in the sky. Although he knows that he is just scratching the itch in his boots, he can distract some of the other party's attention and increase the chances of his side taking advantage of the opportunity.

Lei Xiaoyao saw it in his eyes and nodded with satisfaction, it seems that the life and death experience in decades has sharpened them. Twelve flying swords flew up and down in the surroundings, but they did not attack, surrounding the seven remaining Shadow Clans. The three superb short swords are like a terrifying dragon, exerting all their powers, destroying the opponent's defensive magic weapon with each fierce blow. And without defense, it can only be used as a target for the forsaken human race, and suddenly blood and light splashed and screamed one after another, and in the blink of an eye, there were only three consummation realms left to support it.

The ending was naturally conceivable, and the scene finally returned to silence, and countless monks stood still as if waiting for something.

"Don't tell anyone about my appearance, it's all your own credit, I just need the bones of a Perfection Realm Shadow to study, and the rest will be divided by myself. The hoarse voice rang out again, and a deafening cheer erupted.

"Thank you seniors for your timely help, we will definitely comply, I wonder if there will be a chance to thank you in the future?"

"Your own people ......!" the voice has long gone, leaving only the busy and cheerful scene