Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 290 Hero, Liar

Shocked, Xu Yuanchang was extremely shocked in his heart. He stared at the fierce and chaotic scene of killing in the distance, felt the exciting sound of war drums, and a fiery fighting spirit rose in his heart.

The battles of an illusionist are strange and powerful; one man can defeat thousands of troops.

He saw more figures falling from the sky into the black clouds and the group of monsters, and the melee affected the retreating black spirits and monsters. It turned out that the art of illusion and the secret art of phantom soul could be performed in this way.

The sixth-level black spirits and monsters were only slightly affected, and their roars resounded through the dark night sky, filled with anger and fear.

They tried to find the elusive culprit and cast spells to stop the chaos from spreading.

Lao Li had no time to pay attention to it and was too lazy to waste his energy on the sixth level.

Or maybe the time has not come yet.

"I am a wild man, dancing with the wind on the green mountains. I am an unruly traveler in this life, walking on the moon to visit the stars."

The old sword master and a group of fifth-floor masters heard the wild singing coming from the opposite side and the urging of drums and gongs, and they could no longer hold back their boiling desire to fight. In this situation, there was no point in being cautious in fighting when the situation was so good.

"Clang!" The old swordsman drew his sword from its sheath, pointed it forward with a dazzling cold light, and roared like thunder: "As monks of my generation, why should we fear a fight? My fellows, follow me in a bloody battle to kill the enemy!"

"Kill the thief!"

"bloody battle!"

Ten teams of monks flew out of the city, like dragons emerging from the sea, and charged towards the chaotic team of black spirits and monsters with the force of thunder, shouting slogans and arranging their troops.

The sound of drums and gongs was like oil boiling in a raging fire, and tiny sparks of fireflies fell from the sky, increasing the team's combat power by 30%.

Many monks who had reached the peak of their fighting spirit and had been stuck at a bottleneck for a long time directly benefited from this and were able to break through and advance.

The old sword master who was charging in the front was illuminated by a ray of golden-blue light, which was like a sweet rain from heaven. His whole body was shocked, and the shackles deep in his soul collapsed. New strength grew from his limbs and bones, and his sword intent continued to rise.

"kill!"

The sword is like fog, unique and fresh.

A few miles away, a ten-foot-wide gap was plowed out in the chaotic battlefield, clearing out a two-mile-long blank space.

The first to be hit was a level six monster, which was beaten back several miles away, with its skin torn and blood gushing out.

Seeing the old swordsman with white hair and beard so brave and ferocious, and the power of his sword so fierce, two sixth-level black spirits who were ready to make a move quickly hid and fled to avoid his attack.

Among human cultivators, sword cultivators have the strongest combat power.

Faced with a new sixth-level swordsman, no one dared to challenge him head-on.

They don't have the tough physique of monsters. If they are accidentally hit by a sword, they will be skinned alive even if they don't die.

What's more, at this time there is another master of unknown ability who is causing trouble and disrupting the team.

This war was lost from the very beginning due to misjudgment of the human power on the other side.

Before the war, they weighed the pros and cons repeatedly, captured several humans alive, extracted their souls and checked their memories, and confirmed that the giant monster that appeared outside the passage had survived the thunder tribulation and ascended to the upper realm and would not appear again, so they fought with all their might this time.

"The front team will hold out, and the rear team will retreat in batches!"

"Disperse! Retreat five hundred miles!"

Several commands in black language echoed through the chaotic night sky.

The black spirits and monsters that had been killing each other for a while finally woke up. It was impossible to sustain such a large-scale enchantment for a long time.

Faced with the human troops rushing in like a tide, they had to fight back hastily.

"We've lost. Commander Wu Weng has been killed by humans. Run away quickly."

"King Baoman is too injured to fight anymore. Let's flee separately."

"The Mist Shadow King was captured alive by humans."

All kinds of strange black spirit language were shouted in the chaotic team, fanning the originally shaky morale. Li Dan turned into countless people and was very busy. He had interrogated the fourth-level black spirit and was proficient in simple black spirit language.

He is adept at doing these things to mislead and corrupt the military's morale.

Illusionists are elegant beings. Fighting bare-chested is inferior to them. The real skill is to cause chaos among thousands of people.

He appears wherever there is no chaos.

I'm full and feel bloated.

He could only do this much. He had to comprehend the meaning of "neither life nor death" to solve his uncle's troubles and his own problems. He didn't want to be specially taken care of by God when he passed the tribulation and ascended to the upper realm.

He is not the thick-skinned old fellow like the three-legged turtle, who takes thunder as bath water.

Xu Yuanchang did not choose to attack. Only Gu Yunzhu was left nearby, beating the drum with his fists to boost morale. He had to stay to protect the law.

My nephew, who had never experienced such a big battle, was influenced by the excitement of the crowd and had already disappeared while rushing forward with a group of experts, shouting and fighting.

His emotions also surged with the sound of war drums, but he was able to restrain his murderous intent.

He coldly watched the fierce battle twenty miles away, with the shining gem city behind him.

There were two teams of a thousand men ready to go, led by their respective commanders, standing still in a black mass.

Other important places on the city walls are guarded by teams of monks.

In his heart, he admired Lao Li's leading role and Gu Yunzhu's support with the war drum. It was thanks to the help of the two that he would have suffered disastrous losses in today's battle.

The combined power of the three black spirits is simply too strong.

However, the city on which the monks of Dingzhou rely still has defects. Grandmaster Xi leads a group of formation masters, desperately stacking formations.

Even if it is a temporary measure, we have to do it.

Xu Yuanchang, who was observing with his eyes, suddenly noticed a slight movement. He almost instinctively used the "Mind Fire Appearance", and a yin and yang double-colored fire appeared in the air on the left a hundred feet away, reflecting a phantom fire ten feet in size, layered over each other, blocking the invisible black light that attacked from the dark.

"Bang", flames exploded in the night sky one after another, turning into fine and gorgeous rain of fire, continuous and dense.

Three incarnations appeared at the same time in three directions in front of Gu Yunzhu.

Each of them made hand gestures, and a ray of light swirled and flickered.

They were ready to protect the drumming woman with their own bodies and resist the sneak attack from the sixth-order black spirit.

Gu Yunzhu, who had received the reminder, was at a moment of high momentum in connecting with the stars. His aura was closely related to the battlefield. He punched the golden drum, "Boom". The stirring sound waves passed through the incarnation and easily dispersed the black light that defeated the Yin and Yang double fires and exposed his whereabouts.

"Bang", a silent sound wave exploded in the sky above the forest three miles away, giving an invisible black spirit a touch of blue light, making it nowhere to hide.

Inside the city, groups of monks controlled crossbows, lightning bolts, and sword rain, attacking the black spirits that dared to approach.

"Boom", the loud drum sound that followed slowed down the sixth-level black spirit, as if it was stuck in a quagmire, and made it exposed to all kinds of attacks. After a while, the embarrassed black spirit lost a few pieces of black mist and rushed into the night sky and fled.

There were also two invisible fifth-level black spirits who wanted to sneak up on us for a sneak attack, but they slipped away silently.

If they were stained with blue starlight, they would probably not be able to escape the fate of falling.

The sound of the war drums was as fierce as ever, without being disturbed or interrupted.

Xu Yuanchang ordered his three incarnations to hide nearby. He observed the area around 300 feet more carefully to guard against sneak attacks from fifth- and sixth-level black spirits. With an entire city behind him and Gu Yunzhu, he could attack with distractions, which gave him confidence.

Ten teams of a thousand men were like ten sharp blades, piercing into the chaotic group of black spirits and monsters. They penetrated, detoured, cut, and strangled, with morale rising all the way and murderous intent burning like a thick cloud.

The monks who had experienced a great battle a few days ago were becoming more and more adept at their operations. Even if they encountered fierce resistance, a tactical wave could completely annihilate the small stubborn stone.

They pushed forward regardless of losses, and with such ferocious bravery that even sixth-tier black spirits or monsters were terrified and dared not confront them head-on, because the human monks had two new sixth-tier masters, and if they were entangled they would have no chance of escaping.

The Baoman King monster rushed in and killed humans recklessly, but only seriously injured a hundred humans before he was killed on the spot by the old man with white beard and hair with a single sword, leaving no intact body.

Wherever the army passed, it left behind a trail of debris, broken bodies and corpses.

There are our own people, but more are enemies.

The will to fight was intertwined with killing, the sound of war drums was inspiring, and monks who had been stuck in bottlenecks for many years suddenly made breakthroughs.

About a quarter of an hour later, the battlefield had advanced two hundred miles, and the sound of gongs and drums could still be clearly heard throughout the area.

Gu Yunzhu was surrounded by blue starlight, and the golden war drum in front of her, which was over ten feet in size, was cracked.

She slowly slowed down the movement of beating the war drum. The battle was exciting and exciting. Unfortunately, the star drum she made temporarily a few days ago was too simple. She used the one hundred soul beads given by Taoist Xu as consumption and barely maintained the war drum until now.

Wu Bai, the great sorcerer of Wuyan Mountain who was guarding the top of the city, saw the declining situation and hurriedly sent out several messages to inform the old swordsman, Lin Jin and others who had disappeared without a trace, to stop while they were ahead and not pursue the desperate enemy.

The two well-rested teams of a thousand men received the order to meet up and flew out of the city in unison.

The drum beats slowed down, and there was solemnity and silence.

Four hundred miles away, the assembled monsters and dark spirits formed a strange circle, one circle after another forming a clumsy whole.

They kept gathering the remnants of the defeated army and expanding their team, and screams and chanting could be heard one after another.

Li Dan no longer had any chance to attack. The few dark spirits used ancient soul techniques to link the team together. They were not afraid of his secret method of group attack and phantom soul. He was also unwilling to go to great lengths to exert himself. The faint sound of war drums coming from far away indicated that the enemy had reached the end of its strength.

He didn't intend to continue to pester her. He thought it was time to retire after accomplishing his mission and stop while he was ahead.

Targeting a wounded sixth-order black spirit, when it had left the team less than ten miles away, Lao Li suddenly used the "inverted illusion" to launch a sneak attack, putting it in an abnormal and unbalanced state.

Then, a faint flame emerged from the black spirit, which had lost its direction and turned into countless mists in panic. It instantly spread all over the body and burned into a huge strange spark in the night sky.

"Puff", a Thousand Soul Flower fiber wooden thorn, about three feet long, pierced through the faintly visible soul bead of the black spirit.

"Damn it, being a robbing illusionist seems pretty fun."

A moment before several sixth-level black spirits and monsters swarmed over, Lao Li killed his opponent cleanly and neatly, collected the spoils, and fled far away with the wooden spike weapon he used to kill monsters and rob.

The sky is high and the birds can fly freely. From now on, you will be a free and carefree man.

Not too happy!

After receiving the message from Wu Bai, the old swordsman sent orders to gather the troops, wipe out the remaining enemies within a 200-mile radius, and return to the city in triumph after collecting the spoils.

After this battle, he was no longer afraid of the black spirits joining forces. With him and Fu Xianzhi, the hall master of Daning Sitian Hall, advancing to the sixth floor, the top combat forces could barely compete.

There are also a few old guys who seem to be touched, and perhaps one or two of them will be able to achieve a breakthrough in seclusion.

The mysterious master invited by Xu Yuanchang and the reincarnated gods made great contributions.

Especially Gu Yunzhu, who beat the drum to cheer, greatly improved the team's combat effectiveness, boosted morale, and facilitated the breakthroughs of countless cultivators.

No one expected that the war, which started in such a hurry, would once again achieve a brilliant victory in such an incredible way.

From time to time, the monks who were cleaning the battlefield could be heard congratulating him, saying "Congratulations, brother, for achieving the Golden Elixir" and laughing heartily because they could not suppress their joy. As two fresh forces joined in to support them, the drumbeats in the distance stopped completely.

On the way back to the city, a monk from Daqiling reported that an open-air jade mine was discovered nearby, and it was initially judged to be a rich mine.

The old sword master led the team to go around and take a look. The mine was about 180 miles away from the Gem City, so it was within their grasp.

"Let's go back to the city first and make plans later."

He thought about building a solid base first and then enclosing the Lingyu mine.

A secondary city was built, and low-level monks were sent to dig day and night to store resources for cultivation and war.

Xu Yuanchang accompanied Wu Bai outside the city to welcome the team back to the city. Gu Yunzhu, who was exhausted, had returned to his residence in the city in advance. The golden drum could not withstand the beating and had completely collapsed.

Wave and say hello to acquaintances and friends who have returned from the war.

Some teams suffered heavy losses, with as much as 30% of the ranks missing, which showed that the monsters and black spirits in the chaos were incredibly powerful.

Zhu Zongshan's face was extremely pale. The team was intact, but had lost forty or fifty people.

Xu Yuanchang returned the gift and sent a message suggesting, "Zongshan, next time you go into battle, wear a mask on your face to hide your emotions." Commanding a war is not only a mental job, it is also a physically demanding one.

Zhu Zongshan whispered his agreement and said that it was inconvenient to stay for long and went into the city surrounded by the Black Mountain Guards.

Xu Yuanchang glanced around and saw Hei Xiayi, who was covered in blood. His aura was completely different. He smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Congratulations, Boss, for getting what you wished for and advancing to the fourth floor."

Hei Xiayi smiled particularly happily. After more than 30 years of hardship and suffering, the promotion was hard-won. Behind her followed Douya, who had protruding cat ears, and his eyes rolled around in a feline manner.

Shi Wangchen, Qi Xingshan, He Shutang, Bi He and others responded loudly when they passed by, going through hardships and waves, and expressing their passion for life and death.

Zhao Jun was transferred to build a city formation some time ago and did not participate in the battle.

After all the teams had entered the city, the old swordsman laughed and walked forward to greet Xu Yuanchang and Wu Bai. They were busy congratulating each other. When Xu Shengtian heard that his junior sister had gone back to the city to rest, he also hurried into the city.

The crowd waiting outside the city formed a sharp contrast with the loud and noisy atmosphere inside the city.

"Friend Li, Senior Li, we'll wait for you to come back and divide the spoils!"

Xu Yuanchang shouted into the darkness.

Everyone was stunned. Xu Xiaozi and the mysterious senior were really not shy at all.

After calling out several times without any response, Xu Yuanchang realized that Lao Li might not come back. He would leave without even leaving his old home.

Xu Yuanchang suddenly started and quickly probed his spiritual sense into the ring space.

When it touched the silent Yingcai crystal in the corner, a burst of colorful light and phantom dissipated, and it turned out that the Yingcai crystal was fake.

The black rabbit that was previously wandering in the space also disappeared without a trace.

What an invisible illusion.

Xu Yuanchang knew something was wrong, so he quickly removed all the barriers in the ring space and cursed, "Damn it!"

He was robbed. His soul beads, crystal stones, and various rare materials were all looted. What remained were a few lumps of smelly poisonous mud, those thousand soul flower thorns, and a few scattered items.

There were a few lines of ancient characters written in a flamboyant style left on the empty ground.

"Kid, you have to pay back what you owe. Are you surprised? Are you surprised? Haha, let's go, don't worry about it."

Seeing the young Taoist's expression changing continuously, the old swordsman asked in a low voice, "What happened? Do you need my help?"

Xu Yuanchang swallowed his anger, forced a smile, and sighed: "Daoyou Li will not come back. He told us to rely on our own strength and prepare for a long-term battle with the black spirit."

Damn liar, bah!

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(End of this chapter)