Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 238: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7

In this way, the troops of the seven cities kept fighting in rotation and were consumed. Even with the help of three protectors, Mi Pengyong's men and those lone wolves still fell one after another.

But more monks from the Seven Cities fell. The strength of these disciples from major sects was not much different from that of the opposite side. After killing more than 400 monks, more than 50 people finally exhausted all the spiritual power of Iron Fist Saint Bai.

"kill!"

The eyes of these disciples from the big sects were shining at this moment, staring at the ten outstanding foundation-building masters, and they all showed cruel smiles.

"Hey hey hey."

As Sheng Jiabai retreated, he also showed an inexplicable smile. He also glanced at the eagle beast and cursed it secretly, saying that he had used up all his spiritual power, but even if it was not used up at this moment, his waist and legs were sore after fighting for so long, but that pervert was still so fierce.

The disciples of the big sects certainly wouldn't care about Saint Family Bai's opinion at this moment. The Ten Heroes had all been beaten back, and the line of the monks of Shichengzhai was still as solid as a rock. The monks of the Seven Cities still didn't care. Even this corridor had been shrouded in red light at some point, and they didn't care even more.

"Kill!"

"After chopping off the iron fist, he couldn't even swing his fist."

"I like the one with the bamboo hat. I'll play with him first!"

Accompanied by excited shouts and cries, the monks from the seven cities chased after Iron Fist Saint Bai, as if they had already seen the dawn of victory.

Four flashes of light flashed by, so dazzling in this red world. The four people who were chasing after the ten heroes paused and fell down. However, it still couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the people. These monks from the seven cities were as crazy as crazy at this moment. How could they give up the fruits of victory?

Killing ten people in a row was like a basin of cold water poured on everyone. The monks from the major sects in the seven cities finally stopped shouting and stared at the bald monk who had just appeared with serious expressions.

He held a red knife in his left hand and a black knife in his right hand. He stood there like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. The condensed sword intent was like a piece of clothing draped over his body, making people dare not look at him. The sword light emitted from his eyes was enough to make people feel cold all over.

The monk who was fighting with the eagle beast was so frightened that he trembled. The eagle beast took the opportunity and pierced his chest with one hand, draining his blood. When such masters fight, a single mistake can often be fatal.

The blood of the ten monks who had just fallen to the ground also flowed into his body, and his strength, which was almost exhausted, was finally replenished.

"The one in his hand, is that Red Rain?"

A monk exclaimed.

"No way, it's really Hong Yu!"

"What a luxury! 4.5 spirit stones for a sword, and it's worthless after cutting a hole in it."

Among the monks of the Seven Cities, there were many well-informed people who naturally recognized this sword. While everyone was amazed at his strength, they were also amazed at this sword.

Just now, everyone was just overwhelmed by victory. Now they calmed down.

"Using antiques as weapons, why didn't I think of that?"

Wei Yangjing slapped his thigh and looked at Hong Yu with shining eyes, as if he had discovered a new world.

"Your sword is pretty good. I, Ling Yiling from Moying Valley, want it."

A mighty man came forward and looked at the red rain emitting red light, his eyes full of greed. "Take this knife back and give it to Rongmei, it's really the most suitable."

"Demon Sakura Valley? That's interesting."

Wang Qiye looked at the big man, which reminded him of Shi Kuangsan and also of his madness. That was the closest time for Wang Qiye to death.

"Devil Sakura Advent"

The big knife in Ling Yiling's hand burst into brilliant light, temporarily covering the red light, and slashed towards Wang Qiye.

Looking at these somewhat familiar moves, Wang Qiye's blood boiled, just like when he faced that crazy Shi Kuang San.

"The Art of Clone"

The big knife chopped Wang Qiye, and Ling Yiling was happy, but a red light flashed across his neck, and a bead cut in half fell to the ground first, followed by a head rolling down.

The blood gushed out, but all of it flowed towards the eagle beast without splashing anywhere.

"It's not that you are too weak, but I am too familiar with this move. Although you are more skilled and powerful than Shi Kuang San at that time, I have fought with him millions of times in nightmares." Wang Qiye stood firm, looked at the rolling head, and sighed softly.

After cracking this move, he used it as if it was a conditioned reflex. "But have I really surpassed Toki Kuang San? I was able to survive at that time, but it was all luck."

"Brother Ling!"

The disciples of Moying Valley looked at the fallen man in disbelief.

"impossible!"

Ying Hengli also exclaimed in surprise. She had personally experienced how powerful Ling Yiling of Moying Valley was in the past few nights. The two of them fought until dawn every day. Even with the help of his fellow disciples, she was still no match for him with her battle-hardened body.

Even if Ling Yiling was defeated, the fight should have lasted for a few rounds. But Ling Yiling was defeated in just one move. Could it be that he had indulged himself too much in the past few days and his legs became weak?

"To avenge my brother!"

Anger made the eyes of these disciples of the Demonic Cherry Valley glow red. The pain of losing their loved ones reached its extreme, driving them even mad.

"Devil Sakura Advent"

The disciples of the Demonic Cherry Valley who rushed up launched their ultimate moves fearlessly, as if they wanted to die together with the bald Taoist priest.

However, even when they attacked the clone, they were taken away by a single sword strike. Nine people fell one after another, and they didn't even touch the corner of Wang Qiye's clothes.

That despairing and terrifying scene appeared again, and Ying Chuangli was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground, as if in a dream.

The cultivators from the seven cities were stunned and puzzled. Those disciples from the Demon Cherry Valley committed suicide as if they had bumped into his blade.

The Eagle Beast was not going to be polite and accepted everything. The strength of these disciples of the Demon Cherry Valley were all very good, and these things were all very nutritious.

The corner of Saint Jiabai's mouth twitched as he was recovering. He had been fighting for so long and only killed a dozen of them, but this bald pervert had chopped down 20 monks in just a short while.

The whole scene fell silent, and everyone stopped fighting. Some of the people from the Seven Cities had trembling calves, while the monks from the Stone City Village had swept away their gloomy mood, and each of them had a fierce look in their eyes.

"kill!"

Wang Qiye shouted, and rushed forward with a clone.

"Kill!"

The eagle beast and the others had no fear at all and rushed forward.

The momentum of the seven city monks had been taken away by Wang Qiye. They dared not stay there and retreated one after another, fleeing out of the corridor.

Zhou Yuxiang and Li San were so excited that their blood boiled. They were infected by the atmosphere and forgot the young master's instructions for a moment and rushed forward.

"Ghost Wall"

"Phantom Array"

"Chaos Smoke"

Zhan Qiaoqi looked at the monks from the Seven Cities who were running away in panic like headless flies, and decisively launched a back-up plan. Yes, with so many things seized, how could there not be a few formation materials?

The entire corridor was suddenly filled with smoke, enveloping all the monks from the seven cities inside. For a moment, everyone lost their sense of direction and could not even see the people in front of them.

There was also a cultivator who turned his head and bumped into Wang Qiye's arms. When that person saw that it was the bald evil spirit, he was frightened silly.

"Take me with you."

Ying Qingli hugged a passing monk and begged desperately. She was so frightened that she was paralyzed and could not even stand up.

"It's over, it's over." Wei Yangjing sighed and took out a bead from the storage bag. Although there was smoke around him, it seemed as if it didn't exist in his eyes.

He reached out and grabbed the monks from the White Jade Tower, asking them to grab the corners of his clothes and follow him out of the corridor. He was too lazy to save the others, and he thought these headless flies were quite amusing.

"Hey, let's go."

Shang Xianming sighed softly, holding the formation-breaking talisman in his hand, and left with the people from Wanjian Mountain. Now he regretted very much that he did not go up to stop the bald man just now. Now if he went again, no one could see him. He was trapped in the pincer attack of the bald man and the eagle beast, and he was afraid that he could not survive more than three moves.

"Well done, the one wearing the bamboo hat!"

The eagle beast let out a rare roar. If it weren't for the maze, all these people would have probably run away by now. It opened its big mouth and spit out five black blood spears as if they were free, shooting at five monks.

Although they were in the fog, the protective magic weapons still sensed the danger and automatically protected their masters, but they were corroded by the blood spears and finally fell down without any surprise. These black blood spears did not make any contribution in the previous battle, but now they became invincible.

The eagle beast was also surprised. There were constant screams in the maze. These people were attacked, but they did not resist. Instead, they fled even more fiercely. That was why the blood spear had such a great victory. At the moment, he was not stingy, and another five blood spears flew out of his mouth.

Especially those with the return number on their heads received special care from the eagle beast. When the black blood spear flew over, not a single one was let escape.

"Master, spare my life."

As soon as a companion of a monk fell down, he saw who was coming. It was the bald demon who came to kill him. He was so scared that he knelt on the ground.

Originally, with his ability, he could still break such a small formation, but in this chaotic environment, he could hardly calm down and distinguish the direction. When he finally overcame his fear and started to break the formation, the bald evil demon came to kill him.

"Leave the storage bag and go."

Wang Qiye directly passed the monk kneeling on the ground and rushed forward.

"Thank you, Master Dao."

The monk immediately put his storage bag on the ground and activated the return of the mechanical ball.

A lone wolf came over, took his storage bag, and before he left, he reached into his arms, took out six second-level talismans, and stuffed them into his own arms.

The monk gave a bitter smile, then rushed out of the tunnel wrapped in the mechanical ball and headed straight into the sky.