The attack between the tribes has taken place!

In the valley, a pot of porridge was made, two tribes, more than 200 monks!

After the handsome young man casually waved a golden sword light, the imperial weapon floated in the sky above the tribe's moving land, and found those who intended to flee, and the imperial weapon slashed, and those who intended to defect to the other party were killed.

Ten Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, including a handsome young man, a strong female cultivator, and 'Elder Xie', stood guard all over the clearing, just to supervise the battle!

The monks on the open space are wandering in the choice, if they resist, kill an enemy to get ten pure spirit stones, but they can be in a weak position, they may be destroyed at any time, if they escape, they will attract the core monks of the tribe to take the lead in killing, if they take refuge, they need to kill a few people to show their loyalty, whether they can survive is unknown, even if the cold man finally divides the pure spirit stone, each person can get one or two pieces is reluctant.

Seeing the situation at this time, the cultivators gave up running away for the time being, and decided to save their lives first, how to choose to wait for the two tribes to fight each other, and then make a decision after the scene was chaotic!

With this thought, nearly a hundred monks in the open space were temporarily unified!

The eyes of the five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators who had chased and killed Fire Butterfly and other female cultivators flashed with ferocity and pleasure, and they did not act rashly!

A few monks who were in front of the house to watch the old man in the ink robe and others chase and kill Yang Qing, at this moment, they all took refuge in the cold man!

"Whoosh!"

Yang Qing quickly ran ahead of everyone, his face was hideous, and the long stick Shijun smashed at the golden sword light that shot at him!

My heart is thinking very fast, looking for a way out!

All over the body were under the impact of poison ivy, even the bones that were as hard as swords and inferior magic weapons had slight cracks, and the internal organs were also damaged.

I can't care about the existence of the slightest bit of spiritual energy in the green fruit.

"Peng!"

The power of the golden sword light at a distance of three or four hundred zhang was greatly reduced, and it suddenly turned into sharp energy under the slash of the long stick and ten jun.

Yang Qing's figure staggered forward, and blood flowed down the corners of his mouth!

Slow down, parallel to the monk behind you!

"I can't escape, he can't let me be left behind!"

Yang Qing swept over the cold young man who was glancing at him with his divine sense, and said hatefully in his heart. "You must not be used as cannon fodder to be a bird!"

Taking this opportunity, he slowed down and walked forward with the monks of the cold man tribe, and the monks beside him saw that he was being chased and killed so badly, and he did not have any doubts, nor did he take strong precautions.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The gloomy man rose up, followed by more than a dozen monks.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Dozens of monks on the surrounding hillsides shouted murderously and rushed down!

Everywhere they pointed, they were all open spaces in the middle of the tribe!

After a few breaths, it's time to meet each other!

Yang Qing was mixed with the cultivators who were rushing on the ground, seeing that all the cultivators had the intention of taking precautions against his few defectors, and the magic weapon in his hand flickered and would slash at the refuge who had the intention of escaping at any time, his heart was cold, and the killing intent was soaring, and the young man of the Divine Consciousness Transmission Mu Ne asked him to follow.

"Meet a few people before the fire butterfly, and then join forces to escape while the chaos is in chaos!"

There is a decision in my heart, and the injuries in my body cannot be shaken by strong enemies!

"Kill!"

The strong nun's voice was full of anger, but it was very gentle, and the earthy yellow leather whip in her hand flicked and fought with the monks who rushed over.

The voice is soft, and the attack is very fierce and ruthless!

"Boom!"

The cold man, the handsome young man and others are fighting in one place!

The magic weapon collided, the true element stirred, and roared exceptionally in the valley!

At the same time, the monks on the ground rushed to kill in one place, like two herds of brute bulls colliding in one place!

"Boom!"

In an instant, the house collapsed, and the rocky floor was lifted layer after layer!

The storm swept through the entire tribe!

The collision between the two groups of monks was even more screaming, and flesh and bones were splashed!

"Ding, ding, ding!"

There was a lot of noise in my ears, and I couldn't hear even if I shouted loudly.

Yang Qing was also shocked by such a fierce fight, and his heart shrunk into a ball, only to feel that there were attacks everywhere around him, and the long stick in his hand waved to block the magic weapon that came from the attack, and instead of fighting back, he dragged the young man with a dark face who had become sluggish, and moved in the direction of the fire butterfly!

"This fight won't last long, it must be done as soon as possible!"

With a low drink in his heart, his divine sense locked on the fire butterfly, and transmitted the sound to make it fully prepared!

Even if the fire butterfly had experienced such an inter-tribal attack, it had already lost its face at this time, and barely calmly gathered the other six female cultivators together, not expecting to kill the enemy, and even less bothering to pick up the magic weapon dropped by the dead monk, just to protect herself!

"Sister Huo, what should we do!"

The other six female cultivators were inferior to the Fire Butterfly, and they all felt weak in their hands and feet, and they didn't know how to resist.

'Poof!', and the hot blood splashed from nowhere, squirting several female cultivators!

"Kill, haha!"

The five Purple Mansion Realm monks who had chased and killed Wu Die and the others sneered, and slashed the magic weapon in their hands at the monk beside him!

They belong to the tribe of cold men, mixed with the monks, and suddenly kill them!

The magic weapon slashed, and five people were killed immediately.

'Hehe' The five Purple Mansion Realm monks were full of obscenity when they slashed and killed the monks next to them, moving towards the fire butterfly and others, seeing that their flowers were discolored, and their full breasts trembled when they dodged around, and they wanted to tear the short skirt immediately......

"Boom!"

The monks above the clearing fought inextricably, and sometimes an attack fell on the clearing, killing a monk!

'Whew, whew!'

The handsome young man and the strong female cultivator are exceptionally strong, the three of them are fighting evenly with each other, the true yuan is thick and pure, and between the tacit understanding of each other, the spells are non-stop!

The cold man and the other two monks in the early stage of the spirit setting had the advantage in numbers, but they couldn't help each other for a while!

If the old man in the ink robe does not die, this inter-tribal attack will not be a one-sided situation.

At this moment, the cold young man only waits for the other party's cultivators to flee and defect, so that he will win a great victory, and a tribe of nearly two hundred people will be formed, and he is the leader of the tribe, and then select a few powerful monks to control it, so that the position will be more stable!

"Kill, kill!"

As soon as the five Purple Mansion Realm monks took the lead, some monks immediately rebelled, and the magic weapon in their hands was ruthlessly looked at the monk who had fought side by side with him before!

The slightly stalemate situation suddenly changed!

"In order to survive, you can only get close to the strong" At this time, the inner thoughts of the defector, looking at the eyes of the monk who was slashed by him next to him, there was no guilt, some were just ruthless, "I won't kill you first, will you kill me later to show your loyalty!"

"Click!"

A monk had just defected to the cold man's tribe when his head flew up.

The blood spurting from the neck cavity washed the skull and swirled again and again, and there was incomprehension and resentment in the dim eyes.

When the consciousness completely disappeared, it suddenly dawned that it was not the right time to take refuge!

It was the monks of the tribe of cold men who killed him!

If the monk is on the periphery of the battle circle, if he goes to kill the monk next to him after defecting, he will be isolated.

If you are in the center of the battle circle, after the monk defects, it is still not easy to escape and kill!

The reason is that the monks have all defected, and the monks who came here to attack the tribe were used as trophies, they didn't care whether the number of the tribe increased, as long as they got affordable cultivation resources, so whether they defected or not, they were in crisis, but where and when they defected, the enemies they faced were different!

"Run, run!"

A few timid monks, seeing the broken limbs of the monks beside them, rushed out like crazy!

In the battle where hundreds of people gathered in one place, none of the monks in the Purple Mansion Realm could protect themselves, and only a few monks in the early stage of Spiritual Determination could still move around when they were not angry.

Above the clearing, there were monks in the early stage of Soul Fixation, none of them were the core disciples of the tribe, and a few of them who did not want to be in danger and were not tempted by taking the opportunity to obtain cultivation resources were also fleeing outside the tribe.

After that, more monks chased after him!

Runaways, no one dares to fly high-altitude weapons!

Above the open space, it became no longer so crowded, and the spirit stones, jade slips, etc. were scattered, but no one dared to distract and put them away.

"Fire Butterfly, go!"

Yang Qing dragged the young man of Mu Ne through the open space, not to attack, but to resist, just to gather with the fire butterfly and a few people as quickly as possible, and pushed the young man of Mu Ne towards several female cultivators whose bare skin was stained with blood, and then transmitted the sound of his divine sense.

The seven girls such as the fire butterfly were splashed with a lot of sticky blood, and the small leather boots were even overflowing.

In just a short period of time, the seven women's faces turned pale, and they all felt that it was difficult to protect themselves, and they couldn't use too many defensive talismans in time, and they were even more worried that too many talismans would attract more attacks, and the approach and attack of the five Purple Mansion Realm monks made them even more desperate, and they could already guess that what was waiting for them was ravaging to death, and it was useless to turn against them, and if they didn't resist, they couldn't use their bodies to survive, unless they offered all the resources, and then let them play with them at any time!

The young man was pushed into the nuns, his expression was dull, and he was very frightened by this scene. When several female cultivators saw that someone had come to the rescue, they didn't care that their chests were trembling when they were hit by a 'fool', and they all moved closer to Yang Qing, hoping to get as close as possible.

The black hair on the sideburns of the fire butterfly was scattered, and the circles under his eyes were so red that he didn't dare to look at Yang Qing's eyes, trying his best to block the attacking magic weapon!

"Hey hey boy, catch these girls, let's divide them evenly, how you want to play!"

When several Purple Mansion Realm cultivators saw Yang Qing, whose face was slightly pale, appear on the side of the Fire Butterfly Seven, they immediately instigated obscenely, how Yang Qing was chased and killed by the black-robed old man, they could see it clearly, and they knew that only a fool was willing to help him!

"Fire Butterfly, you flee, but you must keep him safe!"

Yang Qing casually pulled the fire butterfly behind him, and said in a cold tone, ignoring the five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators at all!

"Hmm!"

Fire Butterfly nodded firmly, and the other six female cultivators sandwiched the young man in the middle, moving towards the outside of the battle circle!

Yang Qing was between them and the five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators!

"Bastard, this kid wants to be exclusive, and he's not afraid to suck you dry!"

The faces of the five Purple Mansion Realm monks turned green, they told the cold man about the pure spirit stone, and took the initiative to stop the task of entering the tribe to test and provoke, in order to capture these seven wild female cultivators back and imprison them, and to be able to say that they could say that they could not catch Huo Butterfly and others alive for a while, so they temporarily made their intentions, how could they not be angry when they saw Yang Qing harboring the seven women!

"Kill me, he's seriously injured, how much power can he have!"

The five Purple Mansion Realm monks were so angry that their faces were twisted, and they all attacked Yang Qing, ignoring the attacks of other monks!

"Boom!"

There were still sixty or seventy fighting monks in the open space, and those who rebelled and stubbornly waited for an opportunity to get cultivation resources, looking for an opportunity to escape...... The rest are on the run.

Yang Qing's move attracted a large number of attacks.

Except for Fire Butterfly and the others to share a part for him, he himself has to bear the angry attack of the five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators!

"Ding, ding, ding!"

"Groaning ......"

The roar of the dragon and the tiger filled his throat, and Yang Qing's face was hideous, and he only resisted the counterattack, and his feet moved quickly.

"You must flee quickly, once the victory is decided in the air, no one can escape!"

The red pupils stared fiercely at the five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators opposite, preventing them from having a tendency to surround themselves.

In the open space, the handsome young man and the strong female cultivator already showed signs of being suppressed, and 'Elder Xie' and the others were chased and fled in all directions.

Looking at other locations, chasing and fighting, the blood has already stained the tribe!

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