Text Chapter 336: Fierce Battle Between the Three Major Sects

Red scarf alliance? Leader? Wu Menglan, who was standing high on the bow of the ship, looked at the hundreds of riders rushing out to help, with a look of astonishment on her face. Is Miao Yi the leader of these people?

She was a little doubtful that she had heard wrong. It should be noted that these people came from all over the Ten Palaces of Chen Road. Miao Yi could make people from all over the Ten Palaces serve him by raising his arms?

This is not an exaggeration, but seeing is believing. It was indeed Miao Yi who raised his arms and immediately rushed out of the Ten Palaces with hundreds of riders to help.

This is not Zhenhai Mountain, nor is it an ordinary monk. They are almost all monks in the Qinglian realm. They all rushed to help without hesitation when Miao Yi raised his arms!

Miao Yi, who was galloping, suddenly raised his front hooves, and the sand and stones stirred up. He stopped urgently, pressed down his front hooves, turned around to face the oncoming enemy, waved his anti-scale spear, and let out a roar of a dragon, pointing straight at it. Wang Tianlun and others shouted in a deep voice: "Kill!"

"Kill!" The more than 400 cavalry galloping behind them echoed loudly. Their morale was so high that the blood of those watching the battle was boiling.

Infected by the momentum of the rumbling charge, Heitan seemed to like the atmosphere of charging and fighting very much. His eyes flashed with excitement, his head swayed, and his four hooves trampled impatiently. However, Miao Yi suppressed it and sat firmly on its back. His face was cold and cold, his hand was unmoved by the anti-scale gun, and he pointed the gun forward unmoved.

All he had to do was unite these people behind him, and he has done that.

More than 400 cavalry shouting for kill came from behind like a tide. When they met Miao Yi who was standing still, they quickly divided their forces, fought out from the left and right, and merged again. Their momentum advanced like a rainbow, and the red scarves tied on their arms were erratic.

Miao Yi heard a lone rider behind him, but did not follow the crowd to kill him. He was a little wary. He looked back and pointed his gun back. He saw Qi Xiuhong, who was wearing a plain yellow skirt, looking at him uneasily. She was shot by the gun. She pointed and stopped behind him, her face flushed slightly. She lowered her head in shame.

Her cultivation level here is really too low, and she doesn't have any magic weapon in her hand. If she encounters an enemy randomly, she will be killed in just one encounter. If she rushes towards him, she will die.

Miao Yi understood and moved the gun away from her without saying anything. Looking back to the front, Qi Xiuhong was quietly behind him.

More than two hundred cavalry led by Wang Tianlun suddenly rushed towards them with twice as many men and horses, and their morale was obviously higher than their own. Especially the three ninth-grade Qinglian monks who rushed at the front were extremely conspicuous, and the sixth, seventh and eighth-grade monks behind them were also very conspicuous. Quite a few.

Miao Yi's words of "You think I have no one" are not bluffing, but there are really more people than them.

The disciples of the three sects were startled. Clearly a little flustered.

Wang Tianlun was even more shocked. He had so few people on his side that he would be at a disadvantage in such a head-on confrontation. He could not show the advantages of the three major factions. However, he was too negligent under Miao Yi's single-handed provocation. The sudden appearance of such a surprise force caught everyone off guard and rushed forward in an instant. arrive. There was no time to prepare for them, no time to escape.

This is actually the battlefield in the spiritual world. The use of tactics on the battlefield is very important. This is what is called being attacked.

In desperation, he could only resist. Wang Tianlun shouted urgently: "Jianli Palace disciples, sword formation!"

The dozen long swords he carried behind his back flew out first, and hundreds of flying swords shot out in an instant. However, the momentum of the opponent's camp continued unabated. They all waved their weapons and magic weapons to resist.

There was a clanging sound, but Miao Yi's men and horses at the front were fine because they were all people with advanced cultivation like Zhao Fei. On the contrary, dozens of people in the middle fell down instantly, and some of them were injured but not dead. His body was trampled to pieces by the flying hooves rumbling from behind.

This is unavoidable when a large number of people are charging into battle. There is no monk present who has not experienced similar things, and no one is sad. No one sympathized either.

"Wang Tianlun, a common man, how dare you bully our Red Scarf Alliance? Zhao Fei is here to die!"

Zhao Fei, who rushed in instantly, shouted angrily. A Fangtian painted halberd slashed down wildly in his hand. Such a great opportunity. After all, he was also the master of the palace. How could he not see that the advantage was on his side? How could he give the opponent another chance to prepare? Naturally, he rushed forward at any cost. Then kill.

when! There was an explosion, and Wang Tianlun cut the two swords in his hands and held it!

The ground where the two riding hooves stepped instantly cracked and sank, mana rolled out violently, dust exploded, and two people of equal strength instantly fought fiercely, killing each other to the death.

The people and horses behind both sides collided with each other like a tide.

"Death to you bitch!" Sikong Wuwei rushed in and struck down the head of the ninth-grade Qinglian female cultivator from the Jade Girl Sect with a long axe.

Boom! The two were fighting together, and Wang Yuetian, who was following closely, slashed out a spear, and joined forces with Sikong Wuwei to fight wildly against the ninth-grade Qinglian female cultivator. The mana was stirred up and strangled, and the dust exploded, making it difficult for those with poor cultivation to intervene. .

Facing the joint attack of two Qinglian ninth-level masters, the female cultivator was quite capable. She held one nine-section whip in each hand, just like using two double sticks, blocking the left and hitting the right. In addition, she was covered with second-level treasure armor for protection. .

Unexpectedly, an eighth-grade Qinglian cultivator from the Red Scarf Alliance came rushing behind. When he passed by, he saw the flaw and suddenly stabbed downwards with a spear, piercing the abdomen of the female cultivator's mount. The mount immediately fell over in pain.

The female cultivator was shocked, and just as she raised her arm to hold Wang Yuetian's spear as she fell, Sikong Wuwei's long ax was already slashing from behind.

puff! Blood burst out, and in just a few moments, the Jade Girl Sect, a master of the ninth rank of Qinglian, had his head chopped off.

This is what happens in large-scale melees. If you are not careful, even your high level of cultivation will be useless. There are open guns and hidden arrows everywhere, and it is normal to die unexpectedly.

At this time, the two camps had already rushed together, the dragon horses neighed, the people screamed, and there were almost 700 riders in a fierce melee.

In such a melee, it was difficult to use any flying swords or secret methods. There were swords and swords everywhere, and dragon horses were colliding everywhere. Everyone was busy with their own affairs. No one dared to be negligent, and they were all fighting desperately.

At this time, when the strength of both sides was equal, the advantage of more people against fewer people was immediately reflected, just like two fists could not beat four hands, and the masters with great lethality were entangled by the masters of the other side. The three major factions were getting more and more panicked, feeling that there were people from the Red Turban League everywhere around them, as if they were surrounded by the Red Turban League.

After killing the highest-level person in the Jade Maiden Sect, Situ Wuwei and Wang Yuetian both looked at the red scarf tied on each other's arms, smiled at each other, and Wang Yuetian suddenly waved his gun and pointed it at Wang Tianlun who was fighting with Zhao Fei. Zhao Fei seemed to be slightly inferior and was not Wang Tianlun's opponent.

The two men immediately rushed forward, hacking and slashing all the way, helping the other people in the Red Scarf League who were fighting fiercely, killing more than ten people all the way, and finally came to Zhao Fei and trapped Wang Tianlun in the middle.

Zhao Fei was thinking that it was not good, but suddenly saw two allies of the ninth level of Qinglian coming to help, and he was immediately invigorated and intensified his offensive.

Three ninth-level Qinglian masters surrounded him, and under the attack of a spear, a halberd, and an axe, Wang Tianlun, who was waving his two swords to chop and resist, suddenly showed grief and anger on his face. In the past, a group of scums who were trembling when they saw the three major sects, now actually trapped themselves in death.

Sikong Wuwei, who was riding a horse and besieging, suddenly swept down with an axe, and Wang Tianlun's mount neighed, and one of its legs was chopped off.

The mount fell over, and Wang Tianlun flew up, but was hit on the head by Zhao Fei's Fang Tian Huaji. Wang Tianlun blocked it with both swords, and his flying figure was directly pressed down.

Before he landed, the armor behind him was hit hard, causing his body to sway. Although he had a second-grade armor to protect him from the fatal blow, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and an axe shadow swept over, and then he felt his vision flying.

He saw with his own eyes that Sikong Wuwei below swung his axe, and a headless body wearing armor spurted hot blood from the broken neck, and then he lost consciousness.

"Haha! It feels great!" Sikong Wuwei raised his axe and laughed wildly. Although they were working together, he killed two Qinglian ninth-grade cultivators from the three major sects by himself. Normally, he had no chance to kill people from the three major sects.

After laughing, he found that Wang Tianlun and Zhao Fei had rushed out to the left and right to continue fighting. Sikong Wuwei stopped smiling, and with a ferocious look on his face, he raised his axe and attacked, rushing straight forward. Whenever he ran into a disciple of the three major sects fighting with the Red Turban League, he would immediately go up and chop him down with an axe.

The two most lethal masters of the three major sects were killed, and almost no one could stop the three. Moreover, the three were not the main attackers now. They only needed to rush back and forth in the battle array to help the other members of the Red Scarf Alliance. The disciples of the three major sects who were in a fierce battle could not withstand such a sneak attack by such masters. The casualties increased instantly, and the battle became more and more one-sided.

At this time, Miao Yi, who was watching the battle with a tense expression, slowly breathed a sigh of relief. The fatal threat of the three major sects to him should be lifted, and his efforts were not in vain.

Qi Xiuhong, who was riding quietly behind, pursed her lips and said nothing.

The biggest advantage of the three major sects in Xingxu Sea was gone just like this. It was really a heavy and fatal blow before the battle was launched. Other spectators sighed. Even if there were some lucky escapers from the three major sects, if they wanted to continue to survive in Xingxu Sea, they could only run to other people's eaves and bow their heads and work hard.

Everyone couldn't understand why Su Jinggong and others wanted to make things difficult for a strong enemy like Miao Yi. Isn't this causing trouble for the three major sects?

Su Jinggong, who had finally emerged from the sea, appeared beside the ten large ships, thinking that it would be safer to stay close to Wu Menglan. However, when he emerged from the sea and saw the battle situation clearly, he was completely stunned. Not only were the people from Jianli Palace almost finished, but even the people from Yunv Sect and Yushoumen were almost finished. How could this happen? How could so many people come out to help the little thief Miao Yi?

Wu Menglan, who was standing on the boat watching the battle, frowned. Before he had fought with the people from the other five countries, there was an internal conflict here, and a large number of people were fighting to the death.

Chenlu sent people to attend the meeting, and naturally did not want to return empty-handed. Naturally, he also hoped to occupy some seats on the list of 100 people of Xingxiu Sea Rebellion Suppression Association. The three major factions actually had some means. When fighting against foreign enemies, they would not let outsiders underestimate Chenlu's people. As a result, before they could use their means, they were killed to pieces by a surprise attack by Chenlu's own people just after landing.

"He did something. Miao Yi, the little thief, did something to our mounts..." Su Jinggong, who was half exposed in the water, suddenly seemed to have figured something out and muttered to himself.

Wu Menglan glanced at him and suddenly dodged to the side of the boat.