Chapter: 395
This is also the reason why the attacked Wanmo Ridge cultivators will be weak. Firstly, the Haotian League is indeed superior in number, and secondly, it is also taking advantage of the trend. If there is no hope for the Haotian League, how can the succession be carried out smoothly? Down plan?
Of course, the current situation is that I don't know if they can hurry...
In the flashing light, Lu Ye and Hua Ci each spread a pair of red and green wings from their backs, soaring into the sky, and soon crossed the frontier battlefield, arrived at the center, and then suspended there quietly.
For a moment, from the eyes of many Wanmoling cultivators, in this place where no one can fly, suddenly there are two people from the Haotian League flying into the sky, which naturally attracts people's attention.
The people in Wanmo Ridge immediately sensed that something was wrong, even if someone came to kill Lu Ye and Hua Ci with an imperial weapon, they lost their strength before they got close.
The enemy flies too high.
Lu Ye held the saber in his hand, urging him secretly with his spiritual power, and stood in front of Hua Ci. His task now was very simple, to protect Hua Ci's safety and let her use her means.
After a little perception, Hua Ci confirmed that the arrangement she had left here had taken effect, she nodded and said, "It's started!"
She took a deep breath, and her plump chest heaved violently. Immediately afterwards, a green halo swept across, covering most of the battlefield in an instant.
An exclamation came from below immediately. When Huaci's method started to take effect, many monks from Wanmo Ridge realized that something was wrong. Many people's strength plummeted in a very short period of time.
In normal times, it wouldn't matter if this situation happened, but right now, he was fighting with the monks of the Haotian League.
The originally evenly matched battle immediately separated life and death due to a change in one party's spiritual power.
In just a few breaths, there were screams one after another, blood and severed limbs flew together, and countless Wanmo Ridge cultivators were ruined.
"It's that woman's fault, kill her quickly!" A cultivator from Wanmo Ridge shouted when he was seriously injured, and his head was beheaded the next moment.
There was a soft chirping sound, a stream of light shot from below, it was not an imperial weapon, but an arrow missing, someone held a bow-shaped spiritual weapon, and shot an arrow at Hua Ci.
However, the arrow was split by Lu Ye, who was blocking the front, and failed to hurt her at all.
chi chi chi...
The bowman below was skilled in archery. As he rubbed his fingers, streaks of light rushed towards him like the stars and the moon. Lu Ye swung the long knife in his hand and swung away the incoming sharp arrows, which made his mouth go numb.
After a few breaths, the cultivator holding the bow was chopped into pieces by several Haotianmeng who rushed over.
The emerald green halo was swaying outwards round after round. Although Hua Ci had been arranged here for many days, it had never been such a time to continuously stimulate her own ability.
The number of people participating in the battle this time is not comparable to the previous ones. If she wants to solve the battle here as soon as possible, she can only do her best.
After just a cup of tea, Hua Ci's face turned pale, and at a certain moment, she softly called out: "Lu Ye!"
Lu Ye quickly turned around, grabbed Huaci's waist, and led her away from the battlefield, flapping her fiery red wings, and left the battlefield in an instant.
There was nothing serious about Hua Ci, but she had consumed too much of her spiritual power, but before she left, Wan Mo Ridge was exhausted.
There were originally 800 monks gathered here, which is only 200 fewer than the Haotian Union, but now the gap in the number of people has increased to more than 500. It is conceivable that within this short cup of tea, Wanmo Ridge How heavy the casualties were.
The monks who were still alive fled towards the gap in the rear. At this time, the speed of escape is very important. It is not necessary to run faster than the enemy, but just faster than their own people. It is impossible for the Haotian Union to chase them down until the entire army is wiped out. , There will always be some fish that slip through the net.
After a stick of incense, the battlefield was full of corpses, and the smell of blood was so strong that it could hardly be dispelled. Less than a hundred monks from the Thousand Haotian Union fell. , to kill in the direction of the state land center.
In that direction, a group of 300 monks from Wanmo Ridge came to support them. They had received information that the people of the Haotian League had taken the bait and were fighting fiercely with their own side, so they hurried towards this side.
Twenty miles away, their footsteps were almost enough to rush to the battlefield, but when they looked up, they didn't see their own monks, only a group of Haotianmeng monks who were red-eyed rushed towards this side.
The three million Demon Ridge cultivators were stunned. JrNovels.com
Of course, the current situation is that I don't know if they can hurry...
In the flashing light, Lu Ye and Hua Ci each spread a pair of red and green wings from their backs, soaring into the sky, and soon crossed the frontier battlefield, arrived at the center, and then suspended there quietly.
For a moment, from the eyes of many Wanmoling cultivators, in this place where no one can fly, suddenly there are two people from the Haotian League flying into the sky, which naturally attracts people's attention.
The people in Wanmo Ridge immediately sensed that something was wrong, even if someone came to kill Lu Ye and Hua Ci with an imperial weapon, they lost their strength before they got close.
The enemy flies too high.
Lu Ye held the saber in his hand, urging him secretly with his spiritual power, and stood in front of Hua Ci. His task now was very simple, to protect Hua Ci's safety and let her use her means.
After a little perception, Hua Ci confirmed that the arrangement she had left here had taken effect, she nodded and said, "It's started!"
She took a deep breath, and her plump chest heaved violently. Immediately afterwards, a green halo swept across, covering most of the battlefield in an instant.
An exclamation came from below immediately. When Huaci's method started to take effect, many monks from Wanmo Ridge realized that something was wrong. Many people's strength plummeted in a very short period of time.
In normal times, it wouldn't matter if this situation happened, but right now, he was fighting with the monks of the Haotian League.
The originally evenly matched battle immediately separated life and death due to a change in one party's spiritual power.
In just a few breaths, there were screams one after another, blood and severed limbs flew together, and countless Wanmo Ridge cultivators were ruined.
"It's that woman's fault, kill her quickly!" A cultivator from Wanmo Ridge shouted when he was seriously injured, and his head was beheaded the next moment.
There was a soft chirping sound, a stream of light shot from below, it was not an imperial weapon, but an arrow missing, someone held a bow-shaped spiritual weapon, and shot an arrow at Hua Ci.
However, the arrow was split by Lu Ye, who was blocking the front, and failed to hurt her at all.
chi chi chi...
The bowman below was skilled in archery. As he rubbed his fingers, streaks of light rushed towards him like the stars and the moon. Lu Ye swung the long knife in his hand and swung away the incoming sharp arrows, which made his mouth go numb.
After a few breaths, the cultivator holding the bow was chopped into pieces by several Haotianmeng who rushed over.
The emerald green halo was swaying outwards round after round. Although Hua Ci had been arranged here for many days, it had never been such a time to continuously stimulate her own ability.
The number of people participating in the battle this time is not comparable to the previous ones. If she wants to solve the battle here as soon as possible, she can only do her best.
After just a cup of tea, Hua Ci's face turned pale, and at a certain moment, she softly called out: "Lu Ye!"
Lu Ye quickly turned around, grabbed Huaci's waist, and led her away from the battlefield, flapping her fiery red wings, and left the battlefield in an instant.
There was nothing serious about Hua Ci, but she had consumed too much of her spiritual power, but before she left, Wan Mo Ridge was exhausted.
There were originally 800 monks gathered here, which is only 200 fewer than the Haotian Union, but now the gap in the number of people has increased to more than 500. It is conceivable that within this short cup of tea, Wanmo Ridge How heavy the casualties were.
The monks who were still alive fled towards the gap in the rear. At this time, the speed of escape is very important. It is not necessary to run faster than the enemy, but just faster than their own people. It is impossible for the Haotian Union to chase them down until the entire army is wiped out. , There will always be some fish that slip through the net.
After a stick of incense, the battlefield was full of corpses, and the smell of blood was so strong that it could hardly be dispelled. Less than a hundred monks from the Thousand Haotian Union fell. , to kill in the direction of the state land center.
In that direction, a group of 300 monks from Wanmo Ridge came to support them. They had received information that the people of the Haotian League had taken the bait and were fighting fiercely with their own side, so they hurried towards this side.
Twenty miles away, their footsteps were almost enough to rush to the battlefield, but when they looked up, they didn't see their own monks, only a group of Haotianmeng monks who were red-eyed rushed towards this side.
The three million Demon Ridge cultivators were stunned. JrNovels.com
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