Chapter 670 Battlefield

Xing Moran may not be able to fight against the ice sky in his cultivation. In the field he is good at, Xing Moran can absolutely confidently say that he can be competent for anyone. The heavenly strategy is a skill that goes directly to the source. From the level of the magic formula, he has not lost to anyone. Moreover, the more advanced the skill, the more advanced the skill, the road of heaven and earth The explanation is more detailed, more accurate, and with a silent understanding of punishment. If there is no more achievements, there is really nothing to say.

Xing left silently, and Bing Tian's heart was awe-inspiring. He knew that he inadvertently seemed to have set up a powerful enemy, which was very difficult to deal with.

"It seems that this guy will be killed in the future." The icy sky said coldly in his heart.

This is the battlefield of the devil. He is not afraid that he will not have a chance to kill the sentence. On the contrary, he is afraid that the guy will die too happily.

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Wanku Mountain is a territory of Kunlun and one of the central battlefields. Most of the disciples here are elite disciples of various sects. Mo Can among their disciples is inevitable. Although it is very common for second-generation disciples to bully third-generation disciples, the cross-sect dispute is definitely a discussion after dinner. Many people saw the small contradiction between Xing Moran and Bingtian. After a while, it spread among the disciples. Although it did not directly reach the ears of the leadership class, many people still talked behind their back.

In the corridor next to the Kurong Hall, Ling indifferently watched the incident and silently watch Xing leave. He did not say anything. It was not that he did not say anything, but that he was not qualified to participate in the struggle of this class. His current cultivation is just cultivated until the Yuanying period. The combat effectiveness is very strong, but in the face of the invincible strong in the same class, he is still very weak. Yuanying's mid-term dispersion may not be terrible, but Yuanying's mid-term punishment is absolutely the most terrible, because he has almost exhausted the field of wind, and the power of wind has almost reached the extreme, poor It's just vitality.

This is the background of the big school.

Ling Mo was not familiar with Xing. Looking at Bing Tian's back, he thought silently, "It seems that this guy is the subordinate of the group of people in Kunlun Mountain. Otherwise, it is impossible to target the Shoushan Taoist Temple so much. Is it useful? Kunlun Mountain is indeed strong, with ten thousand years of inheritance and the support of the fairyland. Unfortunately, Shoushan Road The view has never been bad, otherwise, Shoushan Taoist temple would have been extinct for thousands of years.

As the eldest disciple of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, Ling Mo knows the inside story, which is more than Buyi, the main door of Shoushan Taoism, and his face is full of smiles.

"Kunlun can only watch the lively Taoist temple of Shangshou Mountain, but our Lingxiao Pavilion and Shushan."

Among the three generations of disciples, Xing Moran's cultivation is the highest, which has reached the level of the middle of Yuanying. Many people other than the four emperors and the great disciples of various sects are the cultivation of Yuanying in the early stage. Although it is only a level gap, the combat effectiveness is dozens of times worse. Naturally, there are countless people who are naturally squenched. Good bye.

In the Wanku Mountains, there is a dark place. The person in charge of Shoushan Taoist Temple opened his eyes and closed his eyes, with a solemn expression. Around him, the infinite wind formed an infinite obscene small whirlwind, hovering around him. If you are careful, you will find that these winds have almost reached the limit of the wind. Touching the origin of the road, in the wind, there is infinite thunder and lightning, and it seems to be swallowed up by the wind. Life and death are endless. This spell is the highest level of the seventh level of Tianming Fengze, Taiyi Wind Cave. This person is the master of Xing Moran and the 108th inheritor of Tianming's strategy. The second master of Wanku Mountain, the existence that no one knows.

In the area west of Wanku Mountain, the sky is extremely dark, and the air is chaotic, like a gray world, which is full of evil breath. This layer of gray things prevents the divine consciousness of the right path from prying. I don't know how long it has been, and the figures are urged to move. Force, or sword light, was killed from it and went straight to Wanku Mountain, and at the first time, countless disciples flew out. Flying swords, flying knives, giant towers, and all kinds of strange magic weapons flew out from both sides and fought against each other in the sky. There was chaos between heaven and earth.

This is the first echelon. The battle between low-level disciples. Naturally, Xing Moran will not stand in the first echelon. He looked at more than 100 brothers down the mountain and looked at their backs. His heart was a little heavy. He understood that this was a battlefield, and he is still a brother. Perhaps, in a while, it will be life and death, but, There is no choice in life.

He is the third echelon. The second echelon is the master of the Jindan period. The Jindan period can create a sect. His prestige is very high. There are two ways to fight. The sect with the masters of the Jindan period can only be the cannon fodder level. Their battlefield, on the other side, seems to have formed a convention. The master of the Jindan period, takes action from There is another difference. Once the mana is taken, the range of influence is tens of times stronger than the disciples in the refining period of the condensation period. Dozens of masters of the Jindan period fought, the sword spirit is vertical and horizontal, and the magic power is detonated. The 100,000-mile mountain range is like a five-magnitude earthquake, which is very powerful.

The sound of mana explosions and screams passed to the four directions, like a sledgehammer, hitting people's hearts.

Whether it is a disciple of both demons, I don't know how many of them have fallen for a while.

A quarter of the battlefield passed. In the gray clouds, more than a dozen more powerful figures appeared. Some of these figures disappeared as soon as they appeared, some went directly to the ground, and some could only feel the existence of a little breath, which could not even be seen. Obviously, they were not ready to fight directly.

When the cultivation reaches the Yuanying period, the perception has become so powerful that it is inhuman. With the departure of the masters of the magic path, the masters of the right path are also choosing their own opponents. Next to Xing silently, dozens of masters of the Yuanying period have disappeared one by one.

"I hope you can come back alive." A cold voice came into Xing's silent ear. He turned his head, and a figure was rushed into the mountains with a white gas.

Xing is silent and has a big temperament. Naturally, he doesn't care about this provocation, but there is a haze in his heart. "It seems that the struggle between the right path is much more complicated than I thought. I finally found the cause of their death for those strange monks." Xing Moran is not a fool. He has long felt that the battlefield did not seem to be as simple as he thought, but he didn't expect it to be so **.

At this time, a very dazzling hostile look flashed from the gray clouds. Instead of dodging, he rushed directly into the mountains. A huge knife crossed the sky and cut into the earth. The strong dark power contained in the huge knife, in the battlefield, anyone felt frightened for a moment.