"Three fellow Daoists, if you want to escape now, will it be a little late? ”

Seeing that the three of them were about to run, Li Zhe teased.

He waved his hand against the guest, and the flame python reappeared, opened its big mouth, spit out three red suns in a row, and attacked the sword cultivation in the middle stage of the spirit seed.

As soon as the red sun came out, the powerful coercion was immediately released outward.

The sword cultivator in the middle stage of the spirit seed did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly sacrificed the golden flying sword.

The golden flying sword split into three in the air, stabbing at the three red suns respectively.

With a loud bang, three golden swords stabbed Chiyang at the same time, erupting into a powerful shockwave.

The three golden swords were defeated by Chiyang, and they were blown upside down and turned back, and they synthesized a flying sword in the air and returned to Jian Xiu.

At this time, the flying sword was dull in gold, covered with scars, and extremely damaged.

After the impact, the three red suns did not disappear, and they were still pressing towards the sword cultivator.

Jian Xiu had nowhere to escape and had to retreat to where he was.

At the same time, Li Zhe turned into a flash of fire and forced the two early stage sword cultivators of the spirit seed to their side.

The two golden fists turned into meteors in the sky, enveloping both of them in the torrential rain of meteors.

The two sword cultivators tried their best, but they could only resist Li Zhe's rainstorm meteor, and there was no chance to escape at all.

In this way, the three sword cultivators were firmly trapped in place by Li Zhe, unable to move.

After a little entanglement, the dragon slaying golden knife finally completed the filling of the spirit, and the powerful coercion rose to the sky, and the golden knife burst out several feet of sword shadows.

Without saying a word, Li Zhe took the Dragon Slaying Golden Knife into his hand and swung it at the three sword cultivators.

Facing the huge golden sword shadow that fell from the sky, the three sword cultivators struggled to the death, exerting all their mana, and fighting with all their strength to meet the flying sword.

The golden sword shadow collided with the three flying swords, bursting out with an extremely dazzling light, making it impossible to look at it directly.

The dazzling light flashed, and where the three sword cultivators stood, nothing was left except for a huge knife mark.

Under the powerful dragon slaying golden knife slash, the three sword cultivators were directly slashed to the bones.

At this time, Li Zhe was a little worried, he had no way to prove that he had killed three sword cultivators, that is, he did not leave a corpse or a flying sword as evidence, and there was no eyewitness to prove it to him.

Li Zhe shook his head, and had to give up his plan to go back to repay his merits.

Killing three sword cultivators, Li Zhe's mana was also very expensive.

He had to take out a low-grade Yun Ling Pill to take, sit cross-legged and perform exercises, and quickly regained his mana at any cost.

After about half an hour, Li Zhe let out a sigh of relief, jumped up from the ground, and finally recovered his mana.

The remaining medicinal power of the lower grade Yunling Pill did not have time to refine, so it could only be wasted in a pity.

The monks of the Yunmeng Sect were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, and Li Zhe wanted to rush back to the battlefield as soon as possible to help.

To tell the truth, the strength of the three sword cultivators is above Li Zhe, and they really fight with their own strength, if Li Zhe doesn't run away, he will definitely fall.

However, with the Dragon Slaying Golden Sword, Li Zhe easily killed three sword cultivators.

This result made Li Zhe have an idea and come up with a clever plan.

Li Zhe flicked his sleeves, and the flags of the twelve Tianshan River Great Arrays on all sides came out and were accurately inserted on the ground.

A dazzling white light flashed, and a huge rock appeared, and the Great Array of the Twelve Heavenly Mountains and Rivers was completed in an instant.

Entering the formation, Li Zhe's dragon slaying golden knife was inserted in the formation, and dozens of lower grade spirit stones were left on the side.

With the wonder of the Twelve Heavenly Mountains and Rivers Great Array, the Great Array was transformed into a boulder, and the monks of the Spirit Seed Stage could not see through it at all, and it was just used as a trap.

After making arrangements, Li Zhe went out to observe it repeatedly, and made sure that there were no flaws, so he hurried to the battlefield.

Li Zhe had left the battlefield for almost an hour, and he still hadn't returned, which made Shen Zhoutian and Wang Ziyan a little worried.

Li Zhe's strength, the two of them still know it in their hearts, it should be impossible to defeat the three sword cultivators, but there is still great hope for escaping.

However, after not coming back for so long, the two of them are a little worried.

Fortunately, the three sword cultivators did not come back, at least it can be said that they did not win.

After nearly an hour of scuffle, the battlefield situation is still very stale.

The battle situation of the Spirit Seed Stage Cultivators, the Yunmeng Sect is a bit bad, the number of Spirit Seed Stage Monks of the three factions is three times that of the Cloud Dream Sect, this advantage is too great.

Although at a disadvantage, it is not so easy for the three factions to win.

The accumulation of two thousand years is not in vain, and almost every monk of Yunmeng Sect has a medium-grade magic weapon, or a high-grade magic weapon.

There are also some elite disciples who have more than one high-grade magic weapon.

The monks of the three factions are directly lower than the magic weapons, and most of them still use low-grade magic weapons, and the proportion of middle-grade magic weapons and high-grade magic weapons is obviously not as good as that of Yunmeng Sect.

Relying on the advantages of magic weapons, the monks of the Yunmeng Sect can still support it.

The battle situation of the Jindan period monks was different, and the Yunmeng Sect, which had a smaller number of people, had the upper hand.

Thanks to the wonderfulness of the Yunmeng Spiritual Channeling Skill, the mana of the monks of the Yunmeng Sect is very profound, which is one grade higher than the monks of the same level of the three factions.

Similarly, the quality of the magic weapons in the hands of the monks of the Yunmeng Sect is generally higher than that of the three sects, and more than half of the monks have medium-grade magic weapons.

Especially the three Tiangang Demon Swords of Shen Zhoutian and others, the high-grade thunder attribute magic weapons, are even more powerful.

After nearly an hour of fighting, several Jindan monks of the three factions had been seriously injured or directly fallen by the monks of the Yunmeng Sect, and the advantage in numbers was also weakened a little, and the Yunmeng Sect slowly gained the upper hand.

Li Zhe finally rushed back to the battlefield and prepared to start his hunting plan.

He scanned the battlefield to see where his comrades were in danger so that he could help.

In a corner of the battlefield, Du Hairong was facing a siege by two early stage spirit cultivators.

One enemy was a refiner from King Kong Mountain, and the other was a sword cultivator from the Jade Sword Sect, and the two of them were drenched in blood and scarred, and they had obviously suffered a big loss from Du Hairong.

Now, the two of them are defending Du Hairong more carefully.

The alchemist of Mount Kongo held a huge shield in front of him, protecting the two of them.

The sword cultivator of the Jade Sword Gate hid behind the body refiner, wielding a wind-based flying sword to chase and kill Du Hairong.

The wind flying sword was extremely fast, turning into a cyan light band, drawing out strange rays of light, chasing after Du Hairong.

In the face of this extremely fast wind-type flying sword, ordinary monks may not be able to block it with all their strength.

However, Du Hairong didn't care about the pursuit of the wind flying sword.

He unleashed the Nine Transformation of the Wind Spirit, moving quickly around the two of them at a speed faster than the flying sword, leaving a series of indistinguishable afterimages in the air.

The wind system flying sword pierced countless Du Shaorong all the way, but all of them were phantoms.

While Du Hairong dodged the flying sword, he also waved the green feather fan in his hand from time to time, and powerful wind blades sent out from the fan.

The alchemists of Mount Kongo quickly moved their shields to block the Wind Blade.

The power of the wind blade is not great, and when it hits the giant shield, it is completely unfazed, and it directly collapses into a little blue light.

However, the Wind Blade's flight speed was too fast, and the Reflex Speed of the Alchemist was a bit of a catch.

Although he was able to block most of the power of the Wind Blade, there were still some fragments of the Wind Blade that broke through the defenses, slicing the two of them all over their bodies.

After a long battle, the physical strength and mana of the body refiner inevitably decreased.

The blocking speed of the shield slowed down slightly, Du Hairong's eyes were full of murderous energy, his body sped up by three points, went around behind the two, and waved the green feather fan violently.

A wind blade was thrown out of the blue feather fan, and the speed was three points faster than just now.

This wind blade suddenly increased speed, but it still came from behind him, and the refiner couldn't react, and he didn't block the wind blade at all.

The wind blade broke through the defense and slashed directly at the two people behind the shield, and with a soft sound, the two heads rose into the sky, and the shield and flying sword that lost control smashed into the ground.

Du Hairong put away the two magic weapons and the storage bags of the two of them expressionlessly, let out a long breath, secretly counted "four" in his heart, and turned around and pounced on the new battlefield.

In the other corner of the battlefield, Zhong Ling'er fought with a monk from Ten Thousand Beasts Village.

Zhong Ling'er held a handful of snow-white dust, and when he waved it, it turned into a white ribbon, exuding a compelling cold.

The name of the top-grade magic weapon in Zhong Ling'er's hand is called Drifting Snow Whisk Dust, which is refined from the hair of the snowy macaque in the Great Snow Mountain, which can emit extremely cold qi.

Zhong Ling'er cultivates the Frost Technique, a high-level spell technique of the ice type, and with the snow and dust of the ice attribute, it just exerts the maximum power.

Her opponent was a mid-stage spirit beast master, and the spirit beast was a second-level primary-level fire demon beast, the Mighty Red Eagle.

The mighty red eagle is covered in red feathers, its wings are two zhang long, and its body is slightly smaller than that of an ordinary person, and it is a pair of huge claws that do not match its size. This pair of claws is a sharp weapon for the attack of the mighty red eagle, and if an ordinary monk is caught, he will definitely be broken to the bones, and he will either die or be injured.

The beast master himself used a flying knife magic weapon to fight with Zhong Ling'er, while the mighty red eagle hovered above the heads of the two, constantly firing fireballs at Zhong Ling'er, and also pounced on Zhong Ling'er from the sky, wanting to directly catch Zhong Ling'er to death with a giant claw.

Zhong Ling'er unfolded the drifting snow finger dust, and those white hairs were tightly woven together, forming a small white shield, protecting himself from leakage, so that one man and one beast had no chance to take advantage of it, and the situation fell into a stalemate.

After fighting for a long time, one man and one beast were completely unaware that they were slowly attacked by the cold qi released by Zhong Ling'er, and their movement speed had slowed down a lot.

Suddenly, the mighty red eagle swooped down from the sky.

Zhong Ling'er saw the opportunity, and with a coquettish snort, the shield formed by the proud snow and dust spread out at once, the white hair crisscrossed and quickly formed a large net, and the powerful red eagle was covered in the net head-on.

The mighty red eagle still wanted to struggle, Zhong Ling'er spit out the word "bind", and the big net suddenly tightened, tightly entangling the mighty red eagle.

At the same time, the large white net released a large amount of white cold air, which froze the mighty red eagle into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.

Removing the ice net, the mighty red eagle slammed to the ground, turning into a cloud of broken ice.

The spirit beast was killed, and the strength of the beast master was greatly damaged, and seeing that the situation was not good, he turned around and fled.

It's a pity that it was too late, Zhong Ling'er shook his hand, and three icicles flew out of the dust in the shape of a finished word, hitting the back of the beast master, leaving three regular blood holes on the beast master's body.

Du Hairong and Zhong Ling'er successfully killed their opponents, but unfortunately this situation was very rare in the entire battlefield, and most of the battle groups were the monks of the Yunmeng Sect who were struggling to resist the siege of the monks of the three factions.