Chapter 1104 The Last Battle of Quanjin Mountain

() "Yes, there are more and more complaints!" Lan Qin replied without hesitation, "Besides, even my disciples at Quanjinshan are a little confused! After all...thousands of disciples are missing!"

"What did they say? What rumors?"

"I and other Quanjin Mountain disciples are naturally not comparable to Daoist monks! The General has strict discipline, they are just suspicious and dare not discuss too much!"

Relief flashed in Tu Hong's eyes, he nodded and said, "Fortunately, these disciples have lived up to the old man's years of training!"

But then there was some regret, and he said in a low voice: "It's a pity... the enemy is facing the enemy, and the old man is alone. I'm afraid I will let them down..."

"You can rest assured, the general," Lan Qin cupped his hands, "not to mention the ordinary disciples of Quan Jinshan, even the little old man, ever since he followed the general, he has already had in his heart that he will live and die with Quan Jinshan, Always pursue the determination of the general!"

"Hehe, since we can die together, we must live together!" Tu Hong raised his hand and said with a smile, "Actually, the situation is not that terrible..." . .

"A dozen phantom sword fighters!" A trace of despair flashed in Lan Qin's eyes, and Tu Hong had already noticed this fleeting expression, but he didn't explain, just smiled, "Brother Lan , don’t worry! Since Tu dares to say that, I will definitely have a chance of surviving as a disciple of Quan Jinshan!”

But Lan Qin was dubious. He knew that the thousands of Quanjin Mountain disciples were hidden by Tu Hong, but... no matter how many of these disciples there were,... they couldn't be the opponents of more than a dozen late Jindan cultivators. !

Thinking of this, another gleam of understanding flashed in Lan Qin's eyes.

"Okay!" At this moment. Tu Hong narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth lightly, stood up slowly, and ordered, "Brother Lan, the sword cultivator has approached the defensive circle of Quanjin Mountain, life and death are at stake, you inform the disciples to meet the enemy immediately! As long as they are dragged into the spirit stone vein, their mission will be completed. You can... escape by yourself!!"

"Ah?" Lan Qin was slightly taken aback. But after waiting for a while, he hesitated, "Then... where are the monks of Daozong?"

"They??" Tu Hong smiled and waved his hands. "Life and death are determined by fate and wealth!"

"Yes. This subordinate understands!" Lan Qin cupped his hands. His eyes swept over the light curtain, he turned and left in a hurry.

And above the light curtain, a deep black line has already touched the blood-red line.

above the ground.

Yuan Qing looked at the black hole coldly, and the spiritual power fluctuations in the black hole became more and more intense! Suddenly, Yuan Qing raised his brows, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he shouted: "Disciples, prepare to attack, the shrunken monk can finally hold it back! Hahaha!"

Hearing Yuan Qing's voice transmission, all the sword cultivator disciples got up in spirits, each of them urged their flying swords, ready to wait!

The bird cultivators above the sky also flew down, covering the mid-air of Quanjin Mountain, as if they were preparing to attack the monks of Quanjin Mountain, and also seemed to prevent the disciples of Quanjin Mountain from escaping.

Sure enough, as soon as Yuan Qing's voice fell, the brilliance everywhere was flickering. The monks of Quanjin Mountain flocked out of the brilliance, and the magic weapons and magic weapons in their hands were the same as before. go.

However, the monks this time are obviously different from the previous ones. Not only are the number of monks several times larger, but the rank of the monks is also much higher!

"Haha! The monks are struggling again!" Yuan Qing laughed, but he didn't go up. His goal was Tu Hong, and many swordsmen had made great progress in these few days of fighting. Whether it is cooperation or killing, Yuan Qing and other leading swordsmen are extremely satisfied!

He Fangyuan felt a little tired, there were only three Taiqing sect disciples around him! There were eleven disciples of his Taiqing Sect disciples when they came out of Xuntian City. Four disciples were lost when they were attacked by beast cultivators, leaving only seven disciples. When they meet Qin Xiu, there will be another disciple. He escaped and was killed by Qin Xiu! Only six disciples came to Quanjin Mountain.

Although he had been extremely careful in the previous few days of fighting, two disciples in the early stage of foundation establishment were still beheaded by the sword cultivator!

"Where did Xiao Hua go?" At this time, He Fangyuan couldn't help but think of Xiao Hua who had retreated from the Bird Cultivator, "If this fierce man is by his side, He will definitely not fall!"

However, He Fangyuan released his divine sense long ago, just like the previous few times, there is not a single disciple of Yu Leizong on this battlefield!

"Perhaps...they... have already escaped from the battlefield? Or there are other arrangements?" He Fangyuan only had such a trace of doubt, and then he had no time to think about anything else, the cyan ring in his hand flew out, Block a flying sword that is like smoke and dust, which is hitting at him! It was only slightly blocked, and the smoke-like flying sword enveloped the ring at once, and then several streams of smoke and dust were separated and turned into several flying swords to stab diagonally and rush out again!

"Sickness" He Fangyuan didn't seem to panic, he pinched the magic formula in his hand, and the green ring produced a strong suction force, immediately sucked the smoke into the ring, turning it into a flying sword more than one foot long, and several others He was sucked back like a flying sword!

It's just that the flying sword has just been restored, and the blue sword light on it suddenly flashes, a tearing force strong enough to match the suction of the ring is born, and there is a "buzzing" sound again, and the flying sword rotates like a sharp cone Generally from the out!

It's like a long arrow with a full bow, dragging the ring and sinking several feet!

"Silk!" He Fangyuan gasped, the mana in his body poured into the ring like a flood, and the ring was also full of brilliance, he tried his best to restrain the flying sword!

However, just a few feet away from He Fangyuan, there was a petite female swordsman with disdain on her face, dressed in a sword outfit, pinched the sword formula with both hands, her small mouth protruded slightly, and she scolded: "break!"

As the female monk's sword energy circulated, a huge force came from the flying sword, and the sound of "呲" piercing through the air, the flying sword flew out of the ring, and it really pierced He Fangyuan like an arrow from the string between the eyebrows!

"Ouch!" He Fangyuan was startled, but he wasn't too flustered. He controlled the ring, and when the ring was powerless, he was alert in his heart. Seeing the sharpness of the flying sword, there was no absolute. To resist with certainty, he can only urge mana to fly quickly and dodge to the side!

He Fangyuan just flashed past, and there was a shrill scream from behind him. He Fangyuan swept away his spiritual sense, and a fist-sized blood hole was gurgling on the chest of a Quan Jinshan disciple. Falling from mid-air, those eyes still didn't close, looking at He Fangyuan with hatred!

"Hey, brother, don't blame He!" He Fangyuan sighed in his heart, but at this moment, an incomparable sense of vigilance emerged from his back. Fell head down! (To be continued.)