Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 1193 Human life is like a mustard

A large-scale attack by a gold-level faction is not a trivial matter for most of the forces in the land of returning to the ruins.

Jiang Mo did not deliberately suppress the arrival of Tianwu Bank. He himself hoped that these disciples and elders would participate in the battle to defend the sect and hone their combat experience.

At this moment, there was a feeling that the mountains and rain were about to come and the wind filled the building, shrouding the sky above Zhentian Pavilion.

Along with Jiang Mo's shout, a vast dragon chant suddenly sounded in the sky above Zhentian Pavilion.

The Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon broke through the air, and its huge dragon body was entrenched in the sky above Zhentian Pavilion, its power was astonishing.

Such a majestic spirit greatly boosted the confidence of the more than [-] disciples and elders in Zhentian Pavilion.

"Chong!"

After the Immemorial Blood Spirit Dragon appeared, a sword cry that pierced the sky suddenly resounded from the void.

Jianxiong stood casually in the void, and there was a monstrous sword energy, which opened up mightily.

Against Tianwu Qianzhuang's pseudo-emperor powerhouse, Jiang Mo planned to send only the Immemorial Blood Spirit Dragon and Jianxiong to fight.

As for the 11 monks in the Tianwu Bank, they should be used as the whetstone for the disciples and elders of Zhentian Pavilion.

If they don't experience real battlefield fighting, how can they grow up?
"Governor Jiang, it's been a few months since we left, long time no see!"

A hundred miles away, the chief rudder of Tianwu Bank said loudly.

"Could it be that the chief rudder came to me just to catch up on the old days?" Jiang Mo asked back.

"At the beginning, you killed my Tianwu bank and ruined the reputation of the rudder master. Now, the rudder master suppresses the Tiange Pavilion and wipes away the shame of that day!"

The chief helmsman said confidently.

"Just relying on you people? Is it enough for me to kill?"

Jiang Mo sneered.

"Arrogance! If you surrender to me now, maybe this lord can save your life. If you are stubborn, you will really die without a place to die!"

The army of 10,000+ monks behind the chief rudder of Tianwu Bank erupted with a strong killing intent.

"ridiculous!"

Jiang Mo stopped talking nonsense with this person, and said: "Anyone who kills the monks of Tianwu Qianzhuang will have cultivation resources as a reward. The more people killed, the more rewards he will get. Learn, you can choose any time!"

This method inspires everyone and can stimulate their fighting spirit.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Sure enough, after Jiang Mo's voice fell, a famous monk rose to the sky, with spears in his hands like a forest, and his armor was thick.

"Destroy them!"

On the other side of Tianwu Bank, there was also a strong killing intent, and the two parties rushed together in an instant.

Puffs of smoke and dust suddenly swept up, and the terrifying shock waves of Yuan force were continuously released.

All of a sudden, the sound of crazily shouting and killing filled the sky above Zhentian Pavilion.

The corpses of monks continued to fall from the void.

When the blood was sprayed, there was a thick bloody atmosphere here, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

When the disciples and elders on both sides started fighting, those high-level figures also moved.

In this level of confrontation, the aftermath of the energy released is not something ordinary monks can bear.

Therefore, the huge dragon body of the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon stretched out, and flew directly to a higher place in the void, and the sound of the vast and vast dragon chant came out, making many people's bodies full of qi and blood.

"Damn bastard, what can you do?"

The chief rudder of Tianwu Bank sneered, and saw his palm flipped, and suddenly a silver-gray puppet swelled against the wind.

In an instant, its body had grown to gigantic size.

At the same time, a terrifying aura erupted from the body of the silver-gray puppet, faintly, not weaker than the ancient blood spirit dragon.

"Hmph, Tianwu Bank almost spent most of the wealth of the entire bank in order to get this puppet. If I can kill this evil dragon, everything will be worth it." When the chief rudder of Tianwu Bank said this , obviously flashing a trace of heartache.

Obviously, this puppet cost Tianwu Bank a lot of wealth.

boom!
Immediately afterwards, the silver-gray puppet was manipulated, turned into a flash of lightning, and rushed towards the ancient blood spirit dragon.

The space along the way was shattered inch by inch, leaving a dark trace.

The Taikoo Blood Spirit Dragon swept its giant tail violently, and slapped the silver-gray puppet hard.

boom!
The deafening roar suddenly resounded through the void, and the silver-gray puppet was seen rolling a hundred feet in the void, then stabilized its figure, and immediately rushed out again.

Seeing this scene, the chief rudder of Tianwu bank sank slightly in his heart.

Roar!
The Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon opened its huge mouth and let out a roaring sound suddenly. Terrifying dragon flames swept across the world and burned the silver gray puppet into it.

The temperature of the flame was terrific, and liquid melted and dripped down from the body of the silver gray puppet, and was finally burned away by the dragon flames.

Swish!
At this moment, a broad saber appeared in its hand, and with a slash of the saber, the monstrous dragon flame was split into two.

The terrifying blade glow, as swift as lightning, actually slashed on the body of the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon.

Click, click.

On the body of the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon, more than a dozen dragon scales exploded, and dragon blood flowed down. The silver-gray puppet opened its mouth and sucked the dragon blood into it.

"court death!"

The Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon made a sound, and it slapped it with one claw. In an instant, the entire void seemed to be in turmoil, as if it was about to shatter.

When such a terrifying dragon's power was released, many monks in Tianwu Bank were terrified.

Just as the ancient blood spirit dragon was fighting fiercely with the silver gray puppet, Jianxiong also made a move.

Holding the long sword in his hand, his whole body seemed to be integrated with the sword. The monstrous sword energy filled the sky, and almost everyone could feel the fierce killing intent.

"It seems that the information is wrong!"

Jiang Mo smiled.

In fact, Tianwu Bank didn't have so many pseudo-emperor-level powerhouses at all. Except for the silver-gray puppet, which was somewhat beyond Jiang Mo's expectations, the remaining power of the other party was no longer at the same level as Zhentian Pavilion.

Jiang Mo was really curious, who gave Tianwu Bank the courage to cross a hundred thousand miles and come here to attack Zhentian Pavilion?

Jiang Mo sent another monk in the pseudo-emperor realm to join the battle circle.

The fierce battle lasted for nearly an hour.

The disciples and elders who were frantically fighting below had already entered a state of intense heat. Both sides were red-eyed, eager to bite off the enemy's flesh with their teeth.

The corpses on the ground were piled up layer by layer. Although there were many casualties in Zhentian Pavilion, the casualties in Tianwu Bank's away game were even more serious.

Even, their morale has begun to be unstable, and many people want to withdraw from the battlefield.

However, since he joined it, how could it be so easy to get out of it?

These people who wanted to be deserters were often beheaded by the enemy, or their heads were chopped off by their own war supervisors.

On this kind of battlefield, human life is really worthless...

(End of this chapter)