Because Zhang Fan and Meng Qianxue stayed behind the Wudang Sect monks, they avoided the first wave of impact from both sides, and when Zhang Fan and Meng Qianxue rushed in front of the Quanzhen Sect monks, the three battlefields had already taken shape.

"Zhang Fan, I'll go to the central battlefield!" Meng Qianxue looked at the three battlefields below, said a word to Zhang Fan, and flew towards the central battlefield.

"Then you have to pay attention to one point, try not to use the Biling Sword, otherwise, I am afraid that it will cause Xu Yue and other True Sect disciples to besiege." Zhang Fan reminded.

"I got it"!

Meng Qianxue went to the central battlefield, Zhang Fan was not surprised, although she was a woman, Meng Qianxue's elegant face has always been hidden with an aggressive heart, although Zhang Fan and Meng Qianxue did not get along for long, but felt the most profoundly.

When Meng Qianxue flew to the central battlefield, Zhang Fan figured it out for a while, and finally decided to go to the western battlefield, and Zhang Fan had to deal with it more easily on the western battlefield, and the most important thing was that the high-ranking monks of the two major sects were definitely watching from the two palaces.

Especially that Lei Mu, who is looking for his figure in the battlefield, fortunately, he has a transformation talisman refined by a Yuan Infant Cultivator on his body, as long as he doesn't behave too eye-catching, Lei Mu can't find himself.

Because he is a true disciple, after the war, Xu Yue directly joined the central battlefield, but Xu Yue's eyes have been staring at Zhang Fan, because Xu Yue is still thinking about the high-grade spiritual weapon that Zhang Fan took from his hands last time, originally Xu Yue thought that Zhang Fan would definitely go to the central battlefield, because with Zhang Fan's strength, he could completely enter the central battlefield.

As a result, what made Xu Yue speechless was that Zhang Fan actually landed directly towards the battlefield in the west. Entered the battlefield to the west.

In this regard, Xu Yue not only secretly scolded Zhang Fan for being a coward in her heart, but also had the idea of blending into the western battlefield, but she was wearing the clothes of a true disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. If you join the western battlefield like this, it will be too conspicuous, so you have to hide the idea of killing Zhang Fan in the bottom of your heart, and wait until you have the opportunity to sneak to the western battlefield to find Zhang Fan to settle accounts.

Xiao Kun was also looking at Zhang Fan, and when he saw Zhang Fan enter the western battlefield, he sneered and said, "Senior sister, I think that Fan Zang is just like that." Only dare to be a shrunken turtle in the western battlefield, how powerful can that monk be, and let him kneel down and apologize to you when I catch him!"

In Xiao Kun's eyes. Zhang Fan is just a coward with nothing out of the ordinary.

"Then thank you, senior brother, when we have the chance, we will go to the western battlefield and kill that demon cultivator!" Xu Yue said gratefully.

Even Meng Qianxue didn't expect that Zhang Fan would go to the western battlefield, and with Zhang Fan's strength, he could completely join the central battlefield. Because Zhang Fan was on par with Xu Yue at the beginning of the foundation building period. Now that we are in the middle of the foundation building period, there is naturally no pressure.

Zhang Fan really didn't have any pressure, because in the western battlefield, the highest cultivation was a monk in the middle stage of foundation building like Zhang Fan, and as for the monk in the late stage of foundation building, Zhang Fan had not found it yet.

However, although the level of combat is not as fierce as that of the central battlefield, unlike the two sides of the central battlefield who are extremely masters, but in terms of cruelty. Or is this western battlefield superior.

Seventy percent of the monks of the two alliances are gathered here, which is too many. There was no order at all for the monks to shoot each other, and some monks even didn't know who killed them or how they died when they died, so they died.

In the case of Zhang Fan, as soon as Zhang Fan landed on the battlefield, more than ten attacks hit Zhang Fan, but fortunately, the power of these attacks was ordinary and did not cause any damage to Zhang Fan.

Chaos, absolute chaos! This is Zhang Fan's only feeling in the western battlefield.

In the entire western battlefield, whether it was the sky or the ground, it was filled with the powerful true qi fluctuations of the cultivators, and the magic weapon Dao talisman flew all over the sky, and there was a roaring and howling sound, as if the mountains below were trembling because of this.

In the western battlefield, there were the most monks, but also the most dead. Whether it is a Quanzhen Sect monk or a Wudang Sect monk, if one is accidentally attacked by the opposing monk, he will end up dead.

At this time, these monks who have been cultivating for hundreds or hundreds of years have been accidentally knocked out of their original form, and even died without a whole corpse, and every miserable howl sounded out means that they have absorbed the aura of heaven and earth for many years, and all their efforts have been in vain, and their souls have returned to the netherworld.

Zhang Fan's opponent is just an old man in the early stage of foundation building, Zhang Fan entered the western battlefield and directly faced him, in this chaotic battlefield Zhang Fan did not show too much attention, because what made Zhang Fan jealous was the black palace in the sky, because Zhang Fan keenly felt that in the black palace, a powerful divine thought crossed the battlefield below again and again, as if searching for something.

And this divine thought is from the same person, it is the Lei Mu of the Quanzhen Sect, so Zhang Fan has always been careful and guarded, not daring to reveal the slightest trace of the poisonous true qi on his body.

Once Zhang Fan used the Poisonous True Qi, I am afraid that the thunder wood would immediately descend from the sky and capture him.

However, although Zhang Fan did not use the poisonous true qi, the strength of his cultivation was far from being something that ordinary monks could handle, so Zhang Fan was quite easy to deal with this old man, using less than one-tenth of his strength, and Zhang Fan was only defensive, not attacking.

To be honest, when this old man in the early stage of foundation building first started facing Zhang Fan, he was still extremely nervous. After all, his cultivation was one level higher than his own, and this old man didn't even have a spiritual weapon in his hand. But to the old man's surprise, this young monk in the middle stage of foundation building was not as powerful as he thought at all.

Since the fight, the young monk is like not eating, and the attacks he sends out are also weak, and they can't cause him any harm at all, and the two have been fighting for a long time, but the fight between the two is still in a state of balance.

After discovering this, the old man began to change his tactics and began to attack frequently, taking the initiative to attack Zhang Fan, but Zhang Fan was really too lazy to bird the old man, so he let the old man attack, anyway, the old man's attack could not cause any harm to himself.

But Zhang Fan's approach fell in the eyes of this old man, it was a kind of performance of being attacked by him and had no power to fight back, the old man's confidence was greatly boosted, if it went on like this, it was possible for him to kill this monk in the middle stage of foundation building.

Using his cultivation at the beginning of the foundation building period to defeat a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, no matter where he goes in the future, it is a kind of capital that can be shown off, so the old man increased the intensity of his attack.

It's just that what this old man didn't know was that if Zhang Fan didn't want to end the battle earlier, he would have died at Zhang Fan's hands a long time ago.

Zhang Fan easily blocked the old man's attack while looking towards the other two battlefields, because the strength of the two sides was equal, and the beginning of the melee could be described as inseparable.

At a glance, the scene of the two sides fighting is very gorgeous, various styles of magic weapons are flying in the sky, each magic weapon exudes a strong light, here the monk urged the magic weapon to the extreme, the magic weapon will only appear such a scene.

The sky at the junction of the two sides was also full of colors, and all kinds of magic weapons shimmered, but at this time, no one appreciated this fireworks-like scene.

This is a battlefield where you live and die, and if you are not careful, you can die at any time, so no one on either side dares to take it lightly.

Just as Zhang Fan was casually fighting with the old man of the Quanzhen Sect, Zhang Fan's face suddenly had a strange color, and his eyes looked at the place where the Wudang Sect bounty camp was located.

I saw that many Quanzhen Sect monks were taking advantage of the chaos and rushing towards the bounty camp in the center of the mountain range, obviously with bad intentions, wanting to take advantage of the opportunity to loot.

If these Quanzhen Sect monks were allowed to enter the bounty camp, I am afraid that the magic weapons and spiritual objects in the entire bounty camp would be looted, and how could those high-ranking Wudang Sect leaders tolerate it.

Therefore, after seeing the performance of this Quanzhen Sect monk, in Zhang Fan's heart, those Quanzhen Sect monks who were close to the bounty camp were no different from dead people.

Sure enough, when those Quanzhen Sect monks had just moved slowly towards the bounty camp, the white palace in the sky suddenly shook, and an extremely brilliant white light rushed out of the palace, instantly rushing to those monks who were close to the bounty camp, and those monks who were touched by the white light fell to the ground and died one after another, and they didn't even have time to let out a miserable snort.

"I don't care about the battle between the disciples of the two alliances, but if anyone dares to take the opportunity to get within a hundred zhang of the bounty camp, then don't blame me and other Yuan Infant Stage cultivators for making a move regardless of their identity!"

With the lessons of the past, those Quanzhen Sect monks who had Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts had no choice but to dispel that unrealistic idea, and they no longer dared to move half a point towards the bounty camp. (To be continued......)