Chapter 1104: The Final Battle at Quanjin Mountain

"Yes, there are more and more complaints!" Lan Qin replied without hesitation, "In addition, even my disciples at Quanjin Mountain are a little confused! After all... thousands of disciples are missing!"

"What did they say? What rumors were there?"

"We, the disciples of Quan Jinshan, are naturally not comparable to the monks of Dao Sect! The general has strict military discipline. They are just confused and don't dare to talk too much!"

Tu Hong's eyes flashed with relief, and he nodded: "Fortunately, these disciples have lived up to my years of training!"

But then he felt a little regretful, and said in a low voice: "It's a pity...The enemy is facing us, and I can't stand it alone. I'm afraid I will let them down..."

"General, you can rest assured," Lan Qin said with cupped hands, "Not to mention ordinary Quanjinshan disciples, even the young old man, since he followed the general, has already had in his mind that he will live and die with Quanjinshan. Always pursue the determination of the general!"

"Haha, 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..."

"More than ten fantasy sword swordsmen!" Lan Qin's eyes flashed with a trace of despair. This fleeting look had long been seen by Tu Hong, but he did not explain it, only smiled and said, "Brother Lan , Don’t worry! Since Tu dares to say this, I and other Quan Jinshan disciples will definitely have a chance to survive!”

But Lan Qin was half-convinced. He knew that the thousands of Quanjin Mountain disciples were hidden by Tu Hong, but... no matter how many these disciples were, they still... couldn't be the opponent of the dozens of late-stage Jindan monks. !

Thinking of this, Lan Qin's eyes flashed with enlightenment again.

"Alright!" At this moment, Tu Hong's eyes narrowed, his teeth nibbled, he stood up slowly, and ordered, "Brother Lan, the sword cultivator has approached our defensive formation in Quanjin Mountain. Life and death depend here. In the first battle, you inform the disciples to meet the enemy immediately! As long as they are dragged into the spirit stone veins, their mission is completed and they can escape on their own!"

"Ah?" Lan Qin was slightly stunned, but after a moment, he hesitated. "What about...the monks of Dao Sect?"

"They??" Tu Hong smiled. He waved his hand and said, "Life and death, destiny and wealth are in heaven!"

"Yes, I understand!" Lan Qin cupped his hands and glanced at the light screen. Turn around and leave in a hurry.

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

On 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 eyebrows. A hint of smile flashed in his eyes, and he shouted: "Disciples,

Preparing to attack, the huddled monk finally couldn't bear it any longer! Hahaha! "

After hearing Yuan Qing's voice transmission, all the sword cultivator disciples became energetic, each urged their flying swords to move, and were ready to wait!

The bird cultivators from high in the sky also flew down, all over the mid-air of Quanjin Mountain, seeming to be preparing to attack the Quanjin Mountain cultivators. It also seemed to be preventing Quanjinshan disciples from escaping.

Sure enough, as soon as Yuan Qing's voice fell, the brilliance all over the place flashed, and the monks from Quanjin Mountain swarmed out of the brilliance, with the magical instruments and magic weapons in their hands the same as before. Just strike towards the sword cultivator.

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

"Haha! The monks are struggling to their death again!" Yuan Qing laughed. But if he doesn't go up, his target is Tu Hong. Moreover, many swordsmen have indeed made great progress in these 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! When his Taiqing Sect disciples came out of Xantian City, there were eleven disciples. When they were attacked by beast cultivators, they had already lost four disciples, leaving only seven disciples. When they met Qin cultivators, there was another disciple. He escaped and was shot to death by Qin Xiu! Only six disciples came to Quanjin Mountain.

In the previous few days of fighting, although he had been extremely careful, two disciples who were in the early stages of foundation building were still killed by the sword cultivator!

"Where did Xiao Hua go?" At this time, He Fangyuan couldn't help but think of Xiao Hua, who was able to retreat from the Qin Cultivator. "If this fierce man is around, He will definitely not fall!"

However, He Fangyuan had released his spiritual thoughts long ago, and just like the previous times, there was not a single disciple of the Thunder Sect on this battlefield!

"Perhaps... they... have escaped from the battlefield? Or are there other arrangements?" He Fangyuan only had such a trace of doubt, and then without any time to think about anything else, the cyan ring in his hand flew out, A stream of smoke-like dust was blocked by the flying sword that was hitting him! It was only slightly blocked, and the smoke-like flying swords immediately wrapped the ring, and then several streaks of smoke separated and turned into several flying swords that rushed out from the diagonal stabs!

"Ji" He Fangyuan didn't seem to be panicked. He pinched the magic formula in his hand, and the green ring produced a strong suction force. He immediately sucked the smoke into the ring and turned it into a flying sword more than a foot long. Several other flying swords were flying. It was sucked back like a sword!

But just as the flying sword was restored, the blue sword light above it suddenly flashed, and a tearing force that could match the suction of the ring was generated. It buzzed again, and the flying sword rotated like a sharp cone. Generally get out!

Just like a long arrow with a fully drawn bow, it pulled the ring and sank several feet!

"Silk!" He Fangyuan took a breath of cold air, and the magic power in his body poured into the ring like a flood. The ring was also full of brilliance, trying its best to restrain the flying sword!

However, a few feet away from He Fangyuan, a petite female swordsman with a disdainful look on her face, wearing a sword suit, pinched the sword formula with both hands, and slightly protruded her mouth, shouting: "Break!"

As the female monk's sword energy flowed, a huge force came from the flying sword. With a "hiss" sound of breaking through the air, the flying sword flew out of the ring and pierced He Fangyuan's eyebrows like an arrow from a string!

"Ouch!" He Fangyuan was shocked, but he was not too panicked. He controlled the ring. As early as when the ring was unable to continue, he was alert in his heart. Seeing that the flying sword was really sharp, he really had no absolute confidence to resist it. He could only use his magic power to fly quickly and dodge to the side!

He Fangyuan had just flashed past when a shrill scream came from behind him. He Fangyuan swept his mind and saw a fist-sized blood hole on the chest of a Quanjinshan disciple, who was bleeding profusely. His figure fell from midair, and his eyes were still open, looking at He Fangyuan with hatred!

"Alas, brother, don't blame me!" He Fangyuan sighed in his heart, but at this moment, an incomparable alertness arose from his back. He almost didn't think about it, and his figure couldn't fly down, and his figure suddenly fell down! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian (). Your support is my greatest motivation.)