Volume 5 Sword Qi 9 Xiao 1170 Big Battles (4)

The master of Beidou Pavilion, who is not far from Mu Kong Patriarch, saw this situation, with a dignified look on his face, and he did not know when there was a colorful cloth bag in his hand. not included in it.

Hurrah!

Immediately, a steady stream of colorful streamers poured out from the cloth bag, like a rainbow, hitting the scattered black flame dragons.

Even though these black flame dragons were extremely ferocious, under the impact of these colorful streamers, they were smashed apart at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Between two or three breaths, more than half of the Black Flame Flood Dragons were defeated by the colorful streamer.

But after these black flame dragons collapsed, they did not disappear completely. Instead, they turned into black mist, and they rolled up and merged into the black vortex where the black-robed young woman was.

The rest of Tongxuan masters no longer have any idea of ​​being big after seeing Mu Kong ancestors and Beidou pavilion master two together, and they are only able to draw a tie with the clone of the mother of the borer, and they have no choice but to rely on people. Many advantages, in a two-on-one, or three-on-two way, fight with more than a dozen mother borers.

All kinds of brilliant magical treasures, as well as many brilliant halos in the dense lightning, centered on these black vortices, turned into waves of mana visible to the naked eye and dispersed.

When these Tong Xuan great masters were fighting, the entire sky suddenly became dark, ? After the surrounding void was blurred for a while, it became distorted and deformed, exuding bursts of soul-stirring aura.

You must know that a great expert of the Tong Xuan Realm can make a mountain of ten thousand zhang collapse with a single gesture. Thousands of miles of rivers flow back, not to mention dozens of Tong Xuan fighting at the same time!

Fortunately, the combat range of these profound experts is no longer within the reach of everyone present. Apart from the earth-shattering vision and movement, it did not have much impact on the battlefield below.

But these spectacular scenes. It's so amazing that many human cultivators can't help but look up from time to time after the fierce battle, and all of them show inexplicable expressions of horror.

Just when the two sides were fighting with Xuanxuan, Tianxiang, and ordinary armies, nearly two hundred monks of the human race began to move around!

At this time, Liu Ming was covered in black gas, his expression was calm, and he couldn't see the nervousness of being trapped in the army of millions of moths.

He turned into a black streamer. Rushing left and right in the vast sea of ​​worms, relying on the Ku Wheel Sword and the Dragon Tiger Hell Technique, he forcibly killed a bloody path.

Although the battle between the topmost profound experts is the most intense, it is impossible to tell the winner for a while.

Although it seems that the human monks have a slight upper hand in the fight between the two powerhouses in the sky below, it is extremely difficult to kill these dozens of powerhouses in the sky in a short period of time.

And in the army at the bottom. People and insects are mixed, and now it can only be described with a garbled word.

The monks of Taiqingmen hugged into a group, constantly urging various spiritual tools and swordsmanship. It can be said to be the most stable team.

The Tianyao Valley army, led by the four ancient demons of the Celestial Elephant Realm, was divided into several large battle groups, but each battle group maintained a close connection. The army of the moth tribe that was facing it was also divided into several parts, due to the huge combat power of the middle and high-level ancient monsters. It also killed the moth army into chaos.

Although Tiangongzong's Xuantian warship was destroyed a lot, the disciples of Tiangongzong did not know when they began to manipulate a battle puppet of different sizes. Among the moth army, it is also rampant, with amazing momentum.

Compared to this, the Demon Xuanzong army suffered a lot.

Although the disciples of Demon Xuanzong formed a neat formation at first, these disciples were fierce and bloodthirsty, and often rushed out of the formation without paying attention, and were immediately surrounded by the army of the moth tribe, but ended up alone and helpless.

The fate of being beaten by each.

The rest of the large, medium and small sects and clan forces are also fighting each other at this moment, and both sides have suffered casualties.

This is the perfect time!

There was a hint of joy in Liu Ming's eyes that was difficult to detect, and black air was rolling around him, ready to swipe away from the depths of the moth army.

Suddenly, his eyes slammed, and the black light all over his body disappeared in place.

Almost at the same time as he disappeared, dozens of green liquids emitting a rancid smell spurted from all directions, covering their original location. After a burst of blue smoke, the body of the ground moth immediately melted into a cloud of smoke. Beach green water.

Immediately afterwards, swarms of black borers rushed here from all directions, and at the same time, there was a sound of wings flapping in the air, and the densely packed bats flew down.

There were even more than a dozen black borers that exuded the aura of the True Core Realm, rushing towards this place.

Liu Ming's expression changed, Zhou Hei's mist turned into a faint light curtain to cover his figure, and then he slapped his right hand on his chest, making a few soft pops, and a silver armor was instantly wrapped in the dark light curtain. whole body.

He ignored the low-level insects and beasts around him at all. With a flash of light, he suddenly appeared behind a black worm in the True Core Realm. He stretched his left arm, and his fist was wrapped in a circle of silver rays of light. , hit it.

The black borer only felt a flash of silver light, and the head of the zhang-sized head, with a "bang", turned into a pool of blood mist.

At the same time, silver light flashed all over Liu Ming's body again, his long sleeves waved towards the surrounding low-level moths, and the sound of breaking through the air became louder.

Dozens of purple sword lights swept away like fan bones.

Immediately, within a radius of 100 zhang with him as the center, there are dense purple sword lights flowing incessantly.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the crackling sounded one after another!

The moths in the area only felt that the purple electric light flashed in front of them, and their bodies were already torn apart, and then the stumps, broken arms, and various colors of blood poured down from the sky like rain.

What's even more surprising is that even though some of the borer's attacks hit Liu Ming in the black mist, it was as if they were swallowed up. After a cloud of smoke, it was gone.

Liu Ming took advantage of this bloody storm. The figure swayed a few times, and shot towards a deeper area again.

The horned dragon child not far away. Clashing left and right among a group of green flying insects, a quaint long sword exuding a pale golden streamer brought layers of scorching air waves into a dazzling sword curtain.

The surrounding attacks landed on the golden sword curtain, and immediately seemed to evaporate. With a hiss, it turned into a plume of blue smoke and disappeared.

The green flying insects that were shrouded in the attack range of the golden sword curtain had no way to retreat, and there was a humming sound of sword light. In a moment, it was cut into pieces and fell from the air, and there was a strong burning smell.

Immediately, the sword light swayed slightly in the air, and once again turned into a pale golden flying sword as thin as a cicada's wings, and after the horned dragon child's figure was blurred, he had already stood on the long sword, facing another dense moth clan. Insects blasted away.

On the other side, a middle-aged man wearing a white Confucian robe of Haoran Academy. He danced the pair of judge pens in his hands like a tiger, and the tip of the pen spurted out strands of hair-thin blue silk, like a giant net, which was pulled and pulled. Many low-level borers died on the spot.

Just when he wanted to go deeper with satisfaction, there was a sound of "chichi" above his head, hundreds of red spikes. It shot down from several winged moths that had just flashed.

A scream came!

Although the middle-aged scholar hurriedly released several spiritual weapons for self-defense, he was under the sharp and incomparably dense thorns. It was just a breath of time, and it was pierced through together with the magic weapon. Not even the spirit could escape.

Similar scenes were repeated in several other chapters.

About 200 monks who were on the task of poisoning began to advance rapidly into the depths of the army of the moth tribe in front of them with a tacit understanding.

These elite disciples of the True Core Realm selected by the alliance have come up with their own housekeeping methods, various spiritual tools, magic weapons, and exercises that are rarely seen outside, and turned into various dazzling beams of light and sword energy, accompanied by various Various incantations sounded in the wind.

The low-level worms blocking the front of these disciples suddenly turned into a bloody smashing army, which could not be stopped at all. Even if there were a few more powerful True Core worms blocking the front, they were mostly strangled by several people with thunder.

But the moth army is too large in number, and there are still screams one after another from time to time!

After a meal of kung fu.

After paying a considerable price, nearly a hundred cultivators including Liu Ming and Qiu Longzi finally slaughtered their blood and slaughtered dozens of miles deep within the army of the moth tribe.

In the depths of the army, the natural situation is even more dangerous, all kinds of auras and treasures are scattered, and all kinds of explosions are heard incessantly.

Liu Ming's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the position he was in. He raised his brows and turned his right hand. A palm-sized ink-colored gourd secretly appeared in the palm of his hand.

Not far away, the horned dragon child's eyes flashed fiercely, and the golden sword light in his hand was even more brilliant, instantly slicing a group of moth beasts into several pieces, all kinds of stumps, broken legs, and black blood splattered in an instant. After hitting the ground, he patted his waist with one hand, and took out the same black gourd, the corner of his mouth twitched, his body swayed a few times, and it shot towards other areas.

Liu Ming's face sank, and he gently stroked the mouth of the gourd. After a few hiss, a piece of green liquid spurted out from the gourd.

Immediately afterwards, with a flick of his figure, he turned into a black streamer and protruded from left to right among the borers.

The poison left behind Liu Ming a rain curtain several feet thick, and within a few breaths, the moth beasts in the surrounding area were surrounded by it.

The other hundred monks, including the horned dragon son, stopped rushing forward desperately at this time. Most of them took out the same ink-colored gourd and began to splash green liquid everywhere.

For a while, green light appeared everywhere, and a large area of ​​rich green raindrops gave off a strange smell and scattered in the air, as if it was raining heavily.

As soon as those low-level moth insects came into contact with them, their bodies twitched for a while, and after a few painful struggles, they all lost their vitality.

And those who led the True Pill Realm borer, after coming into contact with these poisons, although their faces were painful and their speed of action was somewhat affected, they did not immediately fall to the ground and die. (To be continued...) R1292

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