Chapter 197

The Haotian League took action and divided its troops into three groups. One group rushed forward, and two groups surrounded them. In this way, a half encirclement was formed.

Leaving a gap for the opponent, firstly, it is unrealistic to want to go around, and secondly, it is afraid that the persecution will be too much and stimulate the enemy's fighting spirit. Everyone still understands the most basic common sense of enclosing three queues.

There was some movement here, and the cultivators on the other side of Wanmo Ridge immediately noticed it, but they didn't intend to run away, but were gearing up, ready to avenge their shame.

Under the arrangement of troops, the Wanmo Ridge side quickly formed a tight formation, ready to fight.

The monks of the Sanlu Haotian League slowly arrived at the predetermined position and waited quietly.

A dazzling beam of light suddenly shot up into the sky, it was Lu Yushan's Thunder Dragon Cannon, and it was also a signal. The moment the roar sounded, thousands of monks from the Sanlu Haotian Union rushed forward to kill, the momentum was astonishing.

The streamers of spells and imperial weapons began to collide in mid-air, and Haotianmeng, relying on their superiority in numbers, quickly gained some upper hand. Although it was not too obvious, it did form a certain degree of suppression on Wanmo Ridge.

With the passage of time, and at the same time Wanmo Ridge's intentional retreat, the encirclement began to shrink, and the monks from the two sides officially collided with each other, each team entangled with each other, and the fight was inextricable.

Lu Ye and Hua Ci stayed at the back and did not participate in this battle. They were waiting, waiting for a message.

If there is really a trap set by Wanmo Ridge, then the news should come soon.

Just when the fight between the monks of the two sides was in full swing, Lu Ye felt that there was movement in his mark on the battlefield. He lowered his head to check, and then nodded to Hua Ci: "It's our time!"

The fourth senior brother sent a message, and the three million demon monks who were ambushing 20 miles away had already dispatched, obviously wanting to kill them while the two sides were fighting. In this way, they could tear Hao The front line of the Tianmeng camp cooperates with the monks on the inside and outside.

As long as the situation is opened on one front, then Wanmo Ridge can continue to expand its advantages, and then severely damage the Haotian Union.

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.

What about the 800 people on our side?

Only then did they get a message from the fleeing monks that only two hundred of the eight hundred dead were on the run, telling them to run away too.

The morale of the three hundred cultivators who came to support them was about to vomit blood. This battle was originally a trap set by them. As long as the people of the Haotian League dared to step in, there would be no good fruit to eat, but the eight hundred people did not play any role The one who was killed and collapsed was simply incompetent.

Although they can't wait to kill those fleeing people, but they also know that they are in a bad situation right now. Although they all ran from the inner circle and have advanced cultivation, they really can't exert their strength in this place , the number is the key to victory!

Three hundred against nine hundred, even if you think about it with your toes, you will know that you are invincible.

So without any hesitation, the three hundred monks who were rushing to the battlefield immediately turned around and prepared to escape.

They don't need to escape too far, they only need to run for dozens of miles, and it is impossible for the people of the Haotian League to chase after them, because the further inward they are, the stronger they can display. Most of the people in the Haotian League They are all low-level monks, if they dare to chase after them, they will die.

However, after running not far away, a large formation suddenly took shape, enveloping them in it. The lethality of the large formation was not too strong, but the power of the formation made the bodies of those trapped in it heavy and their movements sluggish .

A group of people from Wanmo Ridge looked around in horror, and they saw a petite female cultivator standing on a big tree, looking at them with a smile, and a formation disk was shining brightly in the female cultivator's hand.

"Feng Yuechan!" Someone exclaimed, his face suddenly changed.

A Fengyuechan is not enough to scare them, but Li Baxian must be there in the place where Fengyuechan haunts, and there are also a group of Haotian League powerhouses who follow them.

Sure enough, a low shout came out: "Sword Formation!"

When the words fell, sword lights suddenly burst out from the formation, shuttled back and forth, bringing up strings of blood.

This large formation was arranged by Feng Yuechan and Li Baxian together. It was formed in a hurry, and its power was not too great, but Li Baxian integrated all his flying swords into this formation, which increased the lethality of the formation. several grades.

More than 30 Haotianmeng monks appeared out of nowhere, showing what they had learned, trying their best to harass and delay the speed of the Wanmo Ridge monks escaping.

There was a rumbling sound, and it was the nine hundred monks of the Haotian League who were chasing and killing them. Seeing this scene, all the cultivators trapped in the formation all showed despair.

The sound of chi chi chi was heard endlessly, and the stream of magic spells and imperial weapons covered the entire formation, and someone suddenly laughed: "I killed a ninth-level heaven, hahaha, I also have today!"

The murderer is just an ordinary seventh-level cultivation base, and there are 200 spiritual apertures behind the ninth-level heavenly level. Normally, such a strong man is invincible no matter what, but in such a special environment, Hitting the strong with the weak has become a reality.

The ninth floor of the heavenly level is definitely the guard of a major sect in the inner circle, and he probably would never have imagined that he would die at the hands of such a weakling.

Not only one strong man was killed by the weak, many of the 300 people from Wanmo Ridge were strong men who had converted to heaven-level exercises, but at this moment their fire of life was fading one by one, Haotian These low-level monks of the League may fight, and find that their meritorious service has increased by dozens of points at once.

The situation is good, Li Baxian raised his arms and shouted: "Little ones, it's time for revenge!"

Saying so, the first one raised his sword and killed, and those strong men who followed him all the way here all followed with red eyes and full of murderous intent.

They had been too aggrieved during this time, until now, the anger in their hearts was released.