The sword of fighting is broken

Under everyone's puzzled eyes, the seven Dou Zong powerhouses came out more and more and flew into the battlefield.

"It seems that we have not gained the upper hand!" Someone exclaimed.

"These ten monsters are really terrifying. The thirteen Dou Zong experts are not opponents, and they force us to send more people!"

"Of course, I came here first with the crowd a few days ago. Thousands of people with a cultivation level of more than a thousand Dou Shi, including many Dou Wang Dou Huang, besieged these ten monsters together. In the end, no one survived. Half, the strength of these ten monsters can be imagined." There was a look of panic on the other person's face, as if he still hadn't shaken off the shadow of that day.

"Their bodies are too strong, and our attacks have no effect at all. Under those sharp claws, our cultivation can only be slaughtered," the middle-aged man who spoke wryly smiled.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a more terrifying storm swept out from the center of the battlefield, and the strong wind that swept past was even more palpitating, because where the strong wind passed, cracks appeared in the space. Knowing the horror in it, not to mention those ordinary people, even the Douhuang powerhouse, if they are touched by these strong winds, they will probably peel off their skin even if they don't die.

Halfway up the mountain, Yitian watched the seven Dou Zong submerge into the storm, cursed "luxury" in a low voice, and Ling Xiaopang beside him was puzzled for a while.

"Brother, what luxury is that?"

"You said, in order to deal with ten puppets, twenty fighting sects were dispatched. It's not a luxury!" Yi Tian said.

Ling Xiaopang stroked his hair and asked, "But if we don't send more people down, won't we lose the fight?"

"That's because they are stupid." Yitian said disdainfully, "They pay too much attention to the views of sects."

Judging from the situation just now, the thirteen fighting sects had no intention of cooperating at all. Apart from helping each other a little bit among the same sects, the others were fighting on their own.Even, Yitian could clearly see that the elder of the Baiyun Sect had his arm cut by a puppet monster, so he could only dodge in embarrassment, while the elder of the Beichen family not far away from him had no intention of helping at all, instead rushed To the other puppet Warcraft.

"Does it matter?" Ling Xiaopang asked in a daze.

"The relationship is very important. You said that if the 13 people have such a plan, nine of them will entangle the nine puppet monsters, and the remaining four will deal with the last puppet, and the four fighting sects will deal with one. The result can be imagined. After solving a monster, there is one more person, five people deal with a puppet, if this continues, do you think you can not win?" Yitian said slowly.

Ling Xiaopang grabbed Yitian's hand, looked at Yitian with admiration, and exaggeratedly shouted: "Brother, you can accept the younger brother as a disciple, no, disciples and grandchildren are also fine."

"Let go, let go" This guy likes to pull people's hands every now and then, Yitian is really sensitive to this action, if it's a girl, Yitian might pull back instead.And being held by a big man like this is disgusting!

Fatty Ling shook his head like a pungent drum, and shouted: "If you don't agree, I will hold on for a long time!"

"Really not letting go?" Yi Tian stared at him viciously.

"Don't let go!" Ling Xiaopang yelled, but stretched out his other hand and squatted down to hug Yitian's feet, forming a very indecent posture.

"Bastard!" Yitian felt a fever on his face, because many people in the sky had already noticed this place, and everyone looked at him strangely, and some of them still had a clear smile.

"Forget that I'm afraid of you, I promise, let go!"

Ling Xiaopang immediately cheered "victory", and stood up with a smile.

You boy wait!Yitian said fiercely in his heart, how can it be so easy to be my apprentice, when the time comes, I will make you want to cry without tears, in order to avenge my being treated as glass today, quack!

As if knowing what Yitian was thinking, Ling Xiaopang laughed and said: "Brother, I just regard you as a master in my heart, and I usually call you Big Brother, so you can't force me to do anything!"

"Is that still called Master?" Yitian jumped up, this kid is really shameless.

Hehe, Ling Xiaopang acted as a matter of course, which made Yitian really want to tease his hateful face.

"By the way, let me tell you, big brother, your strategy is so clever, why don't you tell people like Shui Wushi?" Ling Xiaopang was a little puzzled.

But Yitian shook his head, and said with some doubts: "I don't know why, but when I see this woman, I feel uncomfortable!"

Ling Xiaopang opened his eyes wide, and shouted in disbelief: "Brother, your sexual orientation is not normal, right? Even a high-grade beauty like Shui Wushi can't make you desire. It's a pity that there is another handsome man in the world, what a pity!" After finishing speaking, he looked very regretful.

"Get out, get out as far as you can!" Yi Tian smiled wryly, with this guy, it's hard to guarantee that one day he won't be mad at him.

After finishing speaking, Yitian ignored him and turned around to look at the battlefield again.Seeing that Yitian was a little annoyed, Ling Xiaopang retreated resentfully, but his eyes were fixed on Shui Wushi in the sky, looking like Brother Zhu.

At this time, on the battlefield, humans began to gain the upper hand. This is inevitable. When two fighting sects fight against a puppet monster, it only needs one of the fighting sects to entangle the puppet and buy time for the other fighting sect to prepare high-level fighting skills. These puppet beasts cannot escape the fate of dissipating.

With the continuous fighting with these puppet monsters, the fighting sects began to grasp the rhythm, and the sense of tacit understanding became stronger and stronger.Under the alternate attacks of the two, the puppet monsters were played around. Although they would not feel tired, their speed began to slow down as a series of Douzong-level attacks landed on them.

With comrades to buy time for themselves, human beings began to have enough time to launch high-level fighting skills.

All of a sudden, all kinds of rays of light shot out from the center of the battlefield, the energy of multiple high-level fighting skills superimposed, and a more terrifying energy storm swept out, and the space distorted around at an objective speed with the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, the faces of those people with low levels of fighting spirit turned pale. They wished they could grow two more legs, and fled desperately. Even so, many people were affected by the energy storm, and their faces were extremely distorted. Arise, and vanish into nothingness.

"Ouch..." Halfway up the mountain, Ling Xiaopang vomited after seeing this scene, and his face suddenly turned pale.Although he has the strength of a fighting king, in the final analysis, he is just a young master who has never been out of the house, and he has never seen too many killings. Seeing people die like this, I feel heart palpitations from the bottom of my heart.

Yitian took out a refreshing pill from the space ring and handed it to Ling Xiaopang. This kind of pill is not a kind of pill, because its function is only to refresh oneself.

After taking the cool pill, Ling Xiaopang's face became much ruddy.

"Little Fatty, this place is not suitable for you, you'd better leave, don't put your life in it on the spur of the moment, it's not worth it," Yitian persuaded.

Ling Xiaopang shook his head and said: "Brother, don't persuade me, I know I am the young master, I have never seen blood, the most lacking is that I have no battlefield experience, even many people in the family look down on me, so this time no matter what , I want to make a dash for it!"

Yitian didn't speak, and then lightly patted Ling Xiaopang's shoulder.

In the sky

Shui Wushi, Duan Yifei and the others were silently watching the center of the battlefield, which fluctuated even more terrifyingly.

"We are going to win!" Bei Chenyu smiled lightly.

"This is inevitable. If twenty fighting sects fight against ten puppets, if we can't win, we will have no face to face others," Duan Yifei said flatly.