Big man

Patriarch Rong Tian pinched the formula to cast the spell, his face was pale, but his expression was still calm.

At this moment, an extremely strong murderous aura suddenly spread in the courtyard.

The five people in the secret room were all highly skilled and well-informed, but they were also very uncomfortable being stabbed by this strong murderous intent.

Sabir's expression changed drastically.

Jiang Daoming suddenly appeared at this time, what did he want to do?

Could it be that he wants to take advantage of others?

If in Pingyue, Patriarch Rong Tian personally sat in the town, Jiang Daoming, although strong, would not dare to do anything wrong.But the current situation is really hard to say.

This King of Eagles really knows how to choose the right time!

Two men in white robes came out silently, and lined up in front of Ye Guyu.

Judging from their eyes, the two men in white robes were full of fear. It was obvious that they knew who they were stopping.It's just that they are responsible for guarding this place, and the situation is strictly forbidden, so it has to be done.

Standing in front of King Tianying Ye really needs courage!

Ye Guyu gave them a cold look, and continued to walk forward slowly without stopping at all. It seemed that these two masters of the Xili Sect were like air in his eyes, completely transparent.

"King Ye..."

Seeing Ye Guyu approaching slowly, the two men in white robes couldn't help but look at each other, and one of them murmured with a groan in his throat.The other person tightly held the scimitar in his hand, but hid it in his big sleeve, not daring to show it.

The idea of ​​showing the knife in front of King Tianying Ye is too crazy. .

"Doming!"

Just as the two white-robed disciples of the Xili Sect secretly gritted their teeth and were about to fight to the death, a faint voice sounded slowly in the backyard, as calm as water, but full of indescribable majesty.

The two white-robed congregants immediately lowered their heads, their expressions extremely respectful.

Ye Guyu also finally stopped.

Patriarch Rong Tian just called out, and there was no more sound.

Ye Guyu slightly bowed towards the secret room.

The eyes of the two white-robed congregants froze, and they raised their heads in astonishment. Where is Ye Guyu's figure in the courtyard?They couldn't help looking at each other in amazement, and they both read the look of extreme shock and fear in each other's eyes.

At the same time, the atmosphere in Zhishui Observation Room was not too relaxed.

Fighting for three days and three nights, the cultivation and attainments of the three brothers and sisters gradually showed their strengths.

Tan Xuan's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the top of his head was filled with white air, which gradually condensed into a ball and did not dissipate.This is the expression of the true energy and mana in the body running to the extreme.

Xiao Fan designed this "reversed three talents lore formation", the mana of the three formations can complement each other.The party controlling the formation is slightly weaker, and the other two parties can provide assistance in time.In extreme cases, even if there is only one person left, it is still possible to control the magic circle.

But Tan Xuan is naturally unwilling to lose the chain at a critical moment.

Even though she is only the registered wife of Patriarch Zhishui.

Grandpa Wen Er said with a smile: "These guys from outside the territory are still a bit tricky!"

At this point in the fight, not only the power of the entire "Inverted Three Talents Killing Formation" has been mobilized, but also most of the forces of Zhishuiguan's other defense formations have been mobilized.The opponent's main general was injured first, but he was able to persist until now under the onslaught of the "Three Talents Killing Formation", which is indeed a bit of real skill.

No wonder Xiao Fan suffered a big loss in their hands last year.

Xiao Fan smiled slightly, and said: "In our original plan, we didn't expect to succeed by fluke. The right way is to decide the winner based on strength."

"That's right."

Grandpa Wen Er said proudly.

Fighting in the rivers and lakes, and the underworld fighting for supremacy does not mean that Huang Haiwen's family has never engaged in conspiracy and tricks, that is unrealistic.Grandpa Wen Er is by no means a person who never changes his mind.But in this kind of fighting style, Wen Tian never takes chances.

Absolute strength is the most reliable guarantee of victory.

The tone of the two brothers and sisters was relaxed, and it was obvious that they still had enough energy.

Tan Xuan secretly smiled bitterly in his heart.

Although she is only the registered child of Patriarch Zhishui, but the master did not regard her differently at the beginning, and gave her the same guidance.It's a pity that I was busy with work and often went abroad to perform missions, so I didn't have much time to listen to Master's lectures.

At the critical moment, the gap between him and his fellow apprentices is revealed.

The second senior brother has worked hard in cold and heat for decades, and his mana is profound.Xiao Fan is young, but his attainments are so profound, he is worthy of outstanding talent, no wonder his master bestows him with the mantle.

It is no small matter to be established as the head of the teaching by the ancestors of the previous generation.

"Just work harder and beat them down!"

Grandpa Wen Er stood up suddenly, made a tactic with his left hand, and flicked his sleeve with his right hand, an incomparably majestic magic power suddenly poured into the "Qian Kun Cauldron", shouted loudly, overflowing with domineering aura.

Xiao Fan smiled, the golden crane cloak on his body surged up, and boundless mana surged out wildly.

The brilliance of the "Qian Kun Cauldron" flourished, and the chaotic pattern on the cauldron's mouth grew several inches longer, and a thicker and solidified beam of light shot up into the sky, shooting directly into the sky.

Tan Xuan couldn't help being shocked.

Xiao Fan was seriously injured last year, and his skill attainment has not yet returned to its heyday. The mana in his body is already so abundant, it seems endless and never-ending. If he hadn't been injured last year, he really doesn't know how strong he would be.

At this moment, even if he wanted to add a little mana, it would be very difficult.

In the void, the phantom of the beast is still trying to resist.

Patriarch Rongtian has already vomited blood for the sixth time, his complexion is as pale as paper, and his loose white robe is completely drenched with sweat.The veins in the right hand pressed against the skull of the beast swelled, and the knuckles showed a strange bluish-white color due to too much force.

"Slightly"!

The crisp cracking sound was so ear-piercing in the secret room.

The beast's skull crossed the crack between the eyes and burst open, and dense cracks and fine lines appeared on the entire skull.

Sabir and the others were taken aback.

This is a harbinger of the artifact being pushed too far and about to self-destruct!

"Master..."

Sabir yelled.

In such a situation, it is no longer necessary to think about winning. Even retreating completely has become an extravagant hope. Now we must find a way to avoid the end of the entire army being wiped out.

If this is a war, then an excellent commander must make a choice-sacrifice a small number of people to cover the successful retreat of a large force.

"Eldest brother, work hard!"

The masked white-robed woman who had been seldom speaking until now finally spoke, her crisp voice became cold, and she showed little respect for Sabir, the elder brother who was in charge of daily teaching affairs.

Sabir's performance is indeed hard to respect.

Patriarch Rongtian seemed to have never heard of Sabir's shout, he just chanted a mantra and squeezed formulas in his hands, injecting all the magic power into the beast's skull in an endless stream.He also turned a blind eye to the huge crack in the beast's skull.

Sabir's pale face turned livid.

In the void, the fight was indistinguishable, but Zhishui Temple was peaceful, only the low chirping of autumn insects.

Wen Siyuan sat in the pavilion in the northwest of Zhishui Temple, and had been watching the battle in the void with his heart.As a personal descendant of the Second Grandpa Wen, among the five generations of No. 60 successors of the Wuji Sect, Wen Siyuan's skill attainment is not low.Although it was the first time for him to come to Zhishui Temple, in just a few days, he already knew the layout of Zhishui Temple like the back of his hand.

In the northwest direction, he personally sits in town.

Wen Siyuan is not particularly worried about the safety of Zhishui Temple.Outside the Zhishui Temple, there are magic circles all over the place, and with the addition of those manpower deployed on the periphery, it is impossible for ordinary people to approach the Zhishui Temple.

Wen Siyuan's main thoughts are all on this peerless battle.

To put it in a small way, this is a decisive battle between the Promise Sect and the barbarians from outside the region; to say it in a big way, it is a decisive battle between Chinese and foreign magicians.The outcome of this battle may directly affect the future of the Central Plains and Western Regions.

Fortunately, the master and uncle had clearly gained the upper hand, and Wen Siyuan was determined, and he was able to comprehend the subtleties of the two sides in the war to show their magical powers.

Suddenly, Wen Siyuan's eyebrows moved slightly.

There is a warning from the northwest.

A group of elite subordinates he personally trained were arranged to guard the periphery in the northwest direction.Several of these subordinates can be regarded as half of Wen Siyuan's apprentices, and have received Wen Siyuan's true biography. "The Enemy of Thousands of People" is powerful in Huang Hai, and the subordinates he personally trained are the core backbone of Huang Hai's literary family.What's more, there are two junior brothers sitting there in person.

Even though there was a warning message, Wen Siyuan didn't care much about it.

The enemy is overwhelmed, and will try every means to "wreak havoc" on Zhishuiguan, this is what master and uncle have already counted.Based on the tight protection of Zhishui, even a small army would have a hard time breaking through.

However, at the next moment, Wen Siyuan's eyebrows suddenly raised.

The gazebo where Wen Siyuan is located is already at the northwest corner of Zhishui Temple. Outside the wall, there is a dense forest, a tall tree, facing the gazebo where Wen Siyuan is, but only a few meters away.

Above the lush canopy of this tree, there seems to be a breeze blowing and rustling.

In the middle of the night, Zhishuiguan is located in the suburbs, and there is a wind blowing, which is very normal.

Wen Siyuan got up slowly, walked out of the gazebo slowly, his eyes sparkled, and looked at the opposite tree.In the night, the canopy is lush, and the black shadow pupils seem to be normal.

"Where is the best friend? Since you are here, please show yourself. You are not a good man if you hide your head and show your tail."

Wen Siyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, fixed his eyes on the dark tree crown, and said in a deep voice.

"A hero? I'm not a hero..."

In the canopy of the tree, a clear and clear voice came, with a three-pointed meaning, it was actually a woman's voice.

Wen Siyuan is rigorous and serious, he hummed when he heard the words, but his head started to run at high speed.I had just received the warning, and the enemy was bullying me in an instant. This speed is too frightening.

Naturally, Wen Siyuan immediately thought that this was the enemy's tactic to attack east and west.

Even so, it is surprising enough.

This woman actually regarded the magic circle and other arrangements around Zhishui Temple as nothing, and quietly bullied her in front of Zhishui Temple, which is quite evident.

It seems that these enemies are by no means mediocre. (To be continued.)