In the chaos, Zhuang Zheng's thick voice was particularly loud: "Mijue Lao Ni, you are not afraid of sharp arrows, so you won't think about your disciples? I just showed mercy, otherwise I will let you be removed from the world today!"

Mie Jue swung the sword of the Heavenly Sword and turned into a snow ball, trying to block the long arrows in the future. At the same time, the cold sound came from the air, and there was no slight fluctuation, as if Mie Jue was standing there calmly: "Hundred decades ago, was there an Emei faction in the world?"

Seeing that Emei has been launched, the two factions are sharpening their swords and are ready to join the battle circle at any time.

Yan Yuan angrily vomited a man's saliva and said, "This big man in the village, I usually tell him that he should bring more people when he comes out. He always doesn't listen. I can't even scare him if he is about thirty people."

After hearing the flag-holding crowd, the crowd of the Dutu Banners talked to themselves, laughing one by one, sweeping away the tension.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The sound of breaking through the air was heard again, but this time it was not the momentum that Zhuang Zheng and the thirty people could create!

But as the bowstrings were clanging and sharp arrows came through the air, sharp arrows came from the northwest corner, northeast corner and southwest corner, but as the sound of sniffing sounds sounded, like a painting circle, arrows were neatly circled around the thick earth flag elephant and the Tianshitang people.

Everyone on the field was stunned for a moment.

Only King Yin Ye laughed in a sharp voice: "Good brothers, you finally arrived!"

On the three sand hills, I don’t know how many people agreed: “Master Yin!”

Gao Qiang turned around and saw that except for the Shagang in the southeast corner, Ruijinqi Zhuangzheng led more than 30 people. On the other three Shagangs, each was densely filled with heads and bows and arrows, and there were about sixty or seventy people in each place. If we wanted to add up, King Yin Ye actually mobilized more than 200 people to come to pick him up.

At this time, everyone in the trapped Tianshitang cheered. Even Li Tianyuan excitedly held the hand of Yin Yewang with a smile on his face. In contrast, the people of Kunlun, Kongtong and Emei were quietly quiet. Everyone turned their attention to He Taichong and Miejue. Although the five elders of Kongtong were good at kung fu, they had never had any opinions and looked at He Taichong. This time, he encircled Guangmingding's chief military advisor for the six sects, and most of them listened to him.

He Taichong couldn't make any idea for a moment: if he wanted to kill everyone on the field regardless of life and death, as long as the three sects of Kunlun, Kongtong and Emei fought with the demon sects, the sharp arrows would not work. However, at this short distance of more than ten meters, most of his disciples would have to fall under the sharp arrows.

If you retreat without fighting, the Demon Cultists would not be able to follow the attack. The casualties would only be even more severe.

He Taichong's forehead was sweating. He thought about it and found that he could not find a way to properly solve the problem. No matter how you look at it, it was a consequence of both sides' losses. If you can't do it well, Kunlun, Kongtong, and Emei will be buried here today.

The field was silent for a moment. It was a battle or a harmony. Everyone's heart was heavy, except for extinction. The long sword of the Heavenly Sword in her hand was even more brilliant, and the cold light shone in her eyes, three points colder than the moonlight.

Gao Qiang was also anxious. If King Yin Ye really ordered a round of shots, Kunlun, Emei, and Kongtong sects could survive at most forty or fifty masters. They rushed into the Houtu Flag and Yutian City Hall, and the bows and arrows would lose their effect. In this way, the situation changed immediately. The three masters of the three sects would be much stronger than Tianshitang and Yutian City Hall, and the lethality was amazing. In the end, wouldn’t the Houtu Flag and Yutian City Hall be destroyed, and Kunlun, Kongtong, and Emei elites were all broken?

King Yin Ye laughed and said, "No, no, I have suffered severe internal injuries. I can't hold on tonight's battle. Everyone will be dispersed, let's go!"

With his order, no one in Tianshitang dared to disobey, and Kang Can retreated neatly to the southeast corner. The archers on Shagang also slowly went downhill. Yutianshitang people gathered together. It was clear that they would still retreat cautiously, and all the sharp arrows in their hands pointed at Kunlun, Kongtong and Emei disciples.

Yan Yuan sighed, muttering in his mouth and didn't know what to say. He shook the yellow flag in his hand a few times, and said in a muffled voice: "The crowd of the Thick Earth Flag obeyed the orders and retreated with the cousins ​​of Tianshi, and the Seven-Star Flag was left to break the rear."

The gang members of the Houtu Banner also slowly retreated with the Tianshitang people. Seven yellow flags stood behind Yan Yuan, and the long flag slowly danced, implying the formation, slowly retreating with the team.

In Tianshitang, the flying crossbow team of Houtuqi and Yin Yewang retreated to the southeast corner of the battlefield. Yin Yewang suddenly turned around and looked at He Taichong through the crowd, Bingliang looked at him with bright eyes and said coldly: "I will definitely ask you for advice in the future."

He Taichong snorted coldly and bowed, saying, "Welcome at any time."

Gao Qiang and Zhang Wuji were still standing in the open space without moving. Li Tianyuan persuaded him a few times and retreated with the team. However, they planned to rescue Yin Li from the Kunlun Sect.

The Ming Cult's troops retreated, and the three sects of Kunlun, Kongtong and Emei were slowly gathered together. More than 250 people occupied the southwest corner of the field. Seeing the Ming Cult's troops retreating from the battlefield. "The Sword of the Heavenly Sword comes out and blood returns to the sheath. This rule cannot be broken. Who will sacrifice my sword?"

Mie Jue walked out slowly with a cold face. Bingliang glanced at Yan Yuan, Li Tianyuan, the sharp golden flag on the sand dune, Zhuang Zheng, and even turned his eyes to Gao Qiang and Zhang Wuji standing between the two teams. Gao Qiang was swept by her cold eyes and felt a layer of goose bumps on her body, and she felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable. She hurriedly pulled Zhang Wuji back a few steps. In Mie Jue's opinion, these two people were timid and retreated. In fact, they did not show any sign of dew and came over to Kunlun Sect.

As soon as Miejue's words came out, there was an uproar. Kunlun and Kongtong disciples all felt that they were incomprehensible. This old nun shouldn't have any problems such as being crazy. At such a disadvantage, he even put on airs.

The disciples of the Emei Sect remained silent. They knew that their master's temper was a proud and stubborn temper.

Everyone in the Ming Cult was shocked when they heard this...

Yan Yuan muttered, "This old woman is sick."

Li Tianyuan nodded: "Who dares to fight his Yitian Sword head-on?"

"I dare!" The sharp golden flag and the palm flag made Nuo jump off the sand hill, and the yellow sand was flying under his feet. He had long hair and long beard. Just now, while shooting arrows, everyone was talking, and they actually shaved all the beards on their lower jaws and temples with sharp arrows. But they saw a green and stubble under their heads, and they looked quite funny. "You?" Yan Yuan looked at Zhuang Zheng and shook his head and said, "Brother Zhuang, I am the most powerful man in the Holy Sect. You are the best kung fu among our Five Elements Flags and Flags, and you are not much worse than the Dharma King of the Protectors. It was the thief nun on the opposite side who was in the hands of the thief nun. He was in the hands of the thief nun on the opposite side. You were in the hands of the soldiers. You are the best kung fu among our Five Elements Flags and Flags. You are not much worse than the Dharma King of the Protectors. It was obvious that the thief nun on the opposite side was in the hands of the soldiers. You are the best kung fu among our Five Elements Flags and Flags. You are not much worse than the Dharma King of the Protectors. It was obvious that the thief nun on the opposite side was in the hands of the soldiers. You are the best kung fu among us. You are not much worse than the Dharma King of the Protectors. It was obvious that the thief nun on his hands was in the hands of the army.

The weapon is too powerful, your mace and head are not enough to cut the ground with one sword." "I know this." Zhuang Zheng nodded with one eye. He waved the sharp arrow in his hand, leaning directly on his scalp, cutting off his hair in strands, "The Heaven Sword is really evil. The steel arrow I shot was made of steel by brother Wu Jincao. Even ordinary swords could not withstand the shooting of an arrow. The old woman shook her hand, and my steel arrow seemed to be made of tofu and flew over her sword, and it was divided into two pieces from the middle, which was neater than the ruler." "Then are you going?" Yan Yuan hummed.

"You can't give this old nun a good face, you have to let her see. Our Ming Cult is also good at it!" Zhuang Zheng frowned and replied word by word. The speed of Maori arrows in his hand was not reduced. He could only hear the "squeak" sound. All the messy hairs retreated, leaving only a bright head like a scoop.

Miejue stood there, watching Zhuang Zheng and Yan Yuan's words coldly. The sword in his hand was shocked and said in a stern manner: "Can you fight?" "Fight!" Zhuang Zheng shouted like a thunderbolt, causing Maori to wave his arrow, and snarled his eyebrows, holding a mace in his hand, and jumped high in the air. Under the bright moonlight, his bare head was bright and bright. He swung his mace in one hand, slashed Huashan, and smashed the head of the tower.

The mace swung rapidly in the air. Because the speed was too fast, the mace was bent slightly like a crescent moon in the air, and rushed towards the extinction with a terrible wind!

Mie Jue snorted coldly, pounced on her, and his right hand Yitian Sword was simple and horizontally slashed, with majestic rules. Others could not be able to practice her to the level for decades.

But listening to the faint and unheard sound of "ding", Zhuang Zheng retreated back faster than when he went there.

The mace in his hand was only about one meter left, and the broken part was as smooth as a mirror. Not only that, the quiver on his waist was swept by the Yitian Sword. The upper half of the quiver flew out outside, and only the lower half of the quiver was still hung around his waist. Dozens of broken arrows inside were neatly placed together, but only more than half shorter. It turned out that the quiver was swept by the long sword of Miejue and were all cut from it.

Zhuang Zheng was stunned and then laughed: "Good sword! Good sword! If it weren't for this quiver, I would have been cut into two pieces. Today I would have been martyred and ascended to heaven."

Mie Jue waved his sword and Leng Sensen said: "There hasn't been blood yet!"

Zhuang Zheng said: "Okay! Let's see whose blood this Yitian Sword drank!"

He was shaking and was about to step forward, Yan Yuan hurriedly grabbed him from behind. Yan Yuan's fat face was full of worry and said, "Big Zhuang, are you stupid? She is really worthy of her hitting you? Let's go on our road. If she is not convinced, wouldn't it be enough to shoot a long arrow?"

Zhuang Zheng shook his head and said, "Not that. People will talk about it later. The dignified flag-holder is actually afraid of an old woman. How can I have the attitude to see my master?"

Zhuang Zheng broke free from Yan Yuan, stepped forward, and shouted: "Old nun, let's come again."

Mie Jue's face was slightly moved, and he nodded and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity."

Zhuang Zheng was about to go forward with a mace and fight for life and death. The wind sounded slightly before his eyes, and a black shadow blocked between him and Miejue. Zhuang Zheng opened his eyes and saw that the man had a dark face, but his eyes were quite vivid. He remembered that the man in black and Yan Yuan and Li Tianyuan stood together, mistakenly thinking that he was a native of the Tianying Cult. He said in a voice: "What, do you advise me too?"

The man in black was Gao Qiang. He saw Zhuang Zheng staring at the bull's eyes and seemed to be trying to swing people. He was shocked and shook his head quickly and said, "No, don't you, don't you know that seniors will use soft swords?"

Zhuang Zheng frowned and said, "Soft Sword? I don't know how to use that sissy thing."

Gao Qiang smiled bitterly and said, "Sister? This..."

He pressed his belt and pulled out the Ziwei soft sword. The internal force was input. Under the moonlight, he saw purple mist shrouding in the purple halo, and the purple halo was not weaker than the white light of the Yitian Sword.

Zhuang Zheng looked at Ziwei's soft sword. He was a blacksmith, recognized the treasure, and praised: "Good sword. Good sword!"

The inner strength in the high-strength body surged back, and the purple light on the Ziwei soft sword slowly: slow: fade away, leaving only a purple fog. He respectfully handed the Ziwei soft sword with one hand and said, "Senior, why not use this sword to the Yitian Sword."

Zhuang Zheng took the Ziwei soft sword and inputted the internal force. The Ziwei sword immediately collapsed and straightened. He lifted the Ziwei sword and slashed it on his mace, peeling off a piece of steel stick as thick as a peacock like peeling tofu. He grinned and said, "If your sword breaks later, I won't compensate you."

Gao Qiang smiled and said, "Senior, I'm joking. This sword is just an outsider. Even if it is broken, it won't matter."

Zhuang Zheng looked around Gao Qiang, looking left, right, and raised his thumb, "If I can survive, I will be able to make a friend, but," he shook his hand and said, "This sword is made of rare purple gold under the sea. It is not inferior to the Xuan Iron Yitian Sword, but my internal strength is slightly inferior to that of the thief. After a while, only the sword will be chopped against each other. Your sword will not be able to save you. If you feel heartbroken, take it back now, and I will still recognize you as a friend!"

Gao Qiang shook his head and said, "Swords are dead, people are alive. Swords destroy people and survive, it is worth it."

Zhuang Zheng patted Gao Qiang's shoulder, laughed and said without saying anything, and turned to Mie Jue and said, "Old nun, I'm not afraid of your Heavenly Sword now, have you seen it? This is the purple gold sword."

Mie Jue said coldly: "No matter what sword it is, it can block my attack on the sky?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her body suddenly ejected, her wrist trembled and stabbed Zhuang Zheng. Zhuang Zheng shouted loudly, holding a mace in his right hand and swept across the thousand troops. The Ziwei soft sword in his left hand trembled straight, and stabbing his wrist obliquely. It turned out to be an extremely skillful sword technique. The two of them rolled and fought in a circle, but saw Zhuang Zheng roaring and waving the mace in the wind, stirring up the ground yellow and sandy, and the two were caught in this shadow. Outsiders only saw two blurred figures circling with Zhuang Zheng's mace in the black shadow. Sometimes, there was a bright white light in the Heavenly Sword, and the purple air of the Ziwei soft sword came out.

Purple and white shine together. Sometimes the white light overwhelmed the purple air, and sometimes the purple air suddenly rebounded. But in the fog of sand, everyone couldn't see how the fighting was going on. Despite this, everyone stared at it with wide eyes, fearing that they would miss some exciting pieces.
Chapter completed!