Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 455 Strong Return ([-])

There was a brief lull in the war.

The black dragon formation ascended to the sky, spread out, and gathered together with Huangfu Yanran and other first-class women, also forming a circular formation, confronting the surrounding enemies.

The people and horses on both sides are like two concentric circles nestled together, suspended in the sky.

The strength of the enemy has become stronger. With the addition of the previous two golden immortals, the number of golden immortals has reached four, and the number of other heavenly and earth immortals has also doubled.

The momentum of the two sides collided silently, causing the void between the two to twist and stir, like a ring of boiling water trembling in the sky.

The enemy started to be arrogant again, the faces of the reinforcements who rushed over were full of sinister smiles, but the enemies who fought against Nitian Pavilion before were all grinning and full of insidious eyes, wishing to bring back the previous defeat immediately.

The people in Nitian Pavilion looked much calmer, regardless of men or women, their faces were all iron-cold, without hatred or pity, and there was only pure murderous intent.

Even the two baby faces of Bai Xiaoyu and Bing Ling'er are like this, the small mouth is slightly pouting, the big ethereal eyes are flickering, and the sharp blades seem to be faintly released from the crystal eyes.

"Surrender to death... Exterminate."

After a brief confrontation, a Jinxian led by the enemy gave an order, even in a cold and cruel voice.

Before the voice of the ruthless machine fell, nearly two thousand enemy soldiers raised their long swords at the same time, and slashed down at the crowd in the center.

Up and down the Nitian Pavilion, everyone's eyes suddenly became cold and hard, and they made moves almost at the same time as the enemy. The long sword in their hands swept out, and the five people including Yan Kuan and the other five punched out with fists.

"Boom...crash!"

The condensed spiritual power formed two dazzling and monstrous waves, each of which was several feet high. At an unprepared speed, the two huge waves collided with each other, and then rolled back towards the two sides in an instant.

There was no time to react, and all the people in Nitian Pavilion were overwhelmed by the wave of spiritual power.

The enemy's formation around the periphery was also broken up, and the circular formation instantly spread towards the farther sky.

It's just that in comparison, the strength of Nitian Pavilion is obviously unable to compete with a large number of enemy troops, and the spiritual backlash suffered is even more serious. In the sweeping wind, everyone in Nitian Pavilion fell one after another.

On the ground, the red flowers and green grass have disappeared, leaving only the devastated land.

Everyone fell down, and another patch of potholes appeared, flying sand and gravel.

"Kill!" The enemy's ferocious voice, the nearly two thousand scattered enemies gathered again, turned into a streamer, and shot towards the ground.

The powerful wind pressure fell, like an invisible mountain pressing down on the top of the head.

On the ground, many people in Nitian Pavilion have been injured, their faces turned pale, and some even had blood overflowing from the corners of their mouths.

Huangfu Yanran, the six daughters Duan Yixue, and the five men Ye Feng stood up straight against the pressure of the violent wind, and let go of their aura, the invisible pressure eased a bit, and only then did the rest of them have the strength to stand up.

Ye Feng, Duan Yixue and other men and women in the lead looked up, and the large stream of light in the sky was reflected in their clear eyes.

They are handsome men and beautiful women. They are well-dressed and have flying long hair. With domineering and stern expressions, their demeanor and temperament can be seen to be extraordinary at a glance.

"Give me the four golden immortals."

"Leave the angel to me and Xiaoxiao."

"Earth Immortal, Ling'er and I will deal with it."

……

Staring closely at the streamers in the sky, everyone selected their targets.

As soon as the voice fell, Liu Guang fell, and everyone in Nitian Pavilion also attacked.

The sky and the earth are bright again, the spiritual power explodes, and the brilliance is dazzling.

Amidst the rumbling sound, the two sides were completely entangled.

Everyone in Nitian Pavilion was surrounded by several enemies and fell into a bitter battle.

Swords, lights and swords were flying, and the explosion of spiritual power was endless, and people's shadows intertwined, flying into the sky and slightly to the ground.

Four golden immortals besieged Huangfu Yanran alone, each for the safety of their own people, the five flew into the sky to fight again, and the rest of the heavenly and earth immortals also gradually separated, while the aftermath of the battle's spiritual power affected their own people with lower cultivation levels.

Soon, the battlefield expanded, and the fighting figures spread all over the Baili Plain.

Time flies, the two sides are at a stalemate, and their spiritual power is extremely exhausted.

About half an hour later, the people in Nitian Pavilion began to fail.

Blood splattered, and someone screamed, and the screams became more and more loud.

Every person in Nitian Pavilion has to deal with several enemies, Duan Yixue and Yan Kuan, the first-class leaders, are talented enough to deal with it, but the rest of them are not that capable.

However, even if they lost, no one retreated.

The shrill screams added a sense of solemnity to the chill on the battlefield.

"Boom!" High in the sky, Huangfu Yanran and the four Jinxians exchanged a head-to-head move again. The four Jinxians joined forces, even though Huangfu Yanran was struggling a bit, her body fell like a meteor and hit the ground on the edge of the battlefield.

A huge deep pit appeared on the ground. In the filled dust, Huangfu Yanran half-kneeled in the deep pit. His fine clothes were stained by the dust, and his long hair was disheveled, looking a bit embarrassed.

However, on that beautiful face, there is still a domineering that men don't have.

"Hehe." She raised her head, stared at the four golden fairies, her red lips curled arrogantly, then slowly got up, and with a wave of her jade hand, there was a crackling sound, the golden red robe flew upside down into the sky, and The dust was immediately blown away by the pink spiritual power, and in a short while, the dust dispersed, and the pink mist fluttered, with petals fluttering faintly in it.

Her hair became smooth like a waterfall again, flying in the wind, and her whole body was spotless again.

"Boom!"

Taking a breath, Huangfu Yanran's heroic and domineering smile filled the face again, and she once again soared into the sky, fighting with the four golden fairies again.

Looking at Huangfu Yanran who charged again, the four Jinxians all looked a little unsightly. Why is this woman's bones so hard?He was obviously injured, but he was still carrying it to death.

The key point is that there is no fear in the eyes of this woman, but only the arrogance of getting more and more frustrated, and the broad and heroic meaning between the brows, which makes the four dignified men feel a little inferior.

"Drink!" At this moment, there was another violent roar from the ground.

The suit on Yan Kuan's upper body burst, revealing black and red flesh and blood. His muscles soared more than twice, and black and red spread all over his body, including his face. There were even cracks all over his body. His whole body was like a black and red rock. people.

"Your uncle! Come again!"

Staring at the four enemies around him, Yan Kuan roared angrily, and after finishing speaking, he took the initiative to attack the one in front.

"Boom... hiss." A series of chaotic sounds came.

Yan Kuan's fist collided with the long sword swung by the enemy head-on, the spiritual power surged, and the sound of gold and iron clanging came, the long sword fell on Yan Kuan's fist, and sparks even flew.

The enemy was blown away, and Yan Kuan was scratched on the back by the long swords of three other enemies.

Three tiny cracks appeared on the black and red skin, and the blood was boiling in it, and the black air was rushing around.

However, Yan Kuan didn't pay attention to it, and with a flick of his foot, he caught up with the retreating enemy, and punched out again!
The four enemies were all startled. Yan Kuan behaved like a monster who is not afraid of pain and doesn't know what fear is.

Especially the enemy who was retreating violently, staring at the fierce Yan Kuan, his eyes suddenly widened, with deep horror in his eyes, and then instinctively waved the long sword in his hand to collide with Yan Kuan again.

The consumption of spiritual power has made everyone on the battlefield no longer have any gorgeous moves, and every move is the simplest to kill.

"Crack... Puff..."

The black and red fist collided with the sharp edge of the sword, the long sword broke and was squeezed by Yan Kuan's fist and hit the enemy's chest.

The entire chest was sunken, and the enemy spurted a mouthful of blood, and the backwards turned into inverted flying.

The long sword flew out of his hand, and after the enemy flew tens of meters away, Ye Feng, who was entangled with several other people, punched his head and smashed his head.

Brutal, ruthless and decisive.

Ye Feng and the other five men were like headless bloodthirsty monsters, rushing from left to right, not caring about their injuries, their only goal was to kill the enemies continuously.

That tyrannical physique seemed to be invincible forever.

The five identical people were all black and red in color, with a fierce aura, but their expressions were slightly different. Although Ye Feng also had a black and red face, he still maintained his usual ruthlessness. During the whole battle, he didn't even yell. He only charged silently, using the simplest moves to finish off the enemy.

The swords kept falling on the bodies of the five people. Due to their lack of cultivation and the fact that the enemy was numerous and powerful, cracks appeared on the bodies of the five people, and even the speed of recovery could not catch up, causing blood to flow out from the cracked gaps. , even more ferocious.

"boom!"

Yan Kuan shattered the last enemy surrounding him with one punch.

At the same time, Ye Feng's palm on the other side swept out and slashed heavily at the enemy's throat, which was also the last enemy around him.

The rest Wuwei, Wang Junhui, and Duan Yirui also wiped out the enemies surrounding them.

All over the battlefield, five people looked at each other with ugly and ferocious smiles on their faces.

"Brothers! Listen up! Don't be cowardly! You are from the Nitian Pavilion, you can die, you can't retreat!" Yan Kuan scanned the entire battlefield again and shouted loudly.

"Drink!"

The moment the words fell, Yan Kuan clenched his fists again, forcing the almost exhausted spiritual power in his body, and he saw the black energy all over his body trembling violently, and then, a black * character was activated and emerged from his forehead.

"Hey hey..." Looking at a group of enemies in the distance, he grinned grinningly, bloodthirsty and crazy.

In the next second, his thick legs bent and shot out like a cannonball again.

Seeing this, Ye Feng and the others did not hesitate. They all took a deep breath, and then clenched their fists. The dark black and red on their bodies exploded again, and the black devilish energy surged even more powerfully. Red * character.

Then, several people dispersed and killed the nearest enemy.

The enemy started to panic. The leaders of Nitian Pavilion seem to never get tired or fall down. How can there be such monks in the world?
(End of this chapter)