Chapter 157 Fierce Battle 2

Chapter 157 Fierce Battle (2)

The sea water was like blowing up a pot. The scattered sea water vaporized in an instant in the light. Facing the joint blow of this thousand golden elixir-level strongman, it even made people have no intention of resistance.

Before the offensive arrived, Zhang Chong had already felt the murderous spirit on his face, which pierced his face and was in great pain. His figure stood firmly in the wind, but the flame in his hand also stood there proudly without flashing at all.

Looking at the huge sword light, Zhang Chong roared lightly, pointed forward with his right hand, and the four-grade Xuanhuo in his hand rushed forward. Under the leadership of the four-grade Xuanhuo, the huge sea of fire rushed forward quickly and quickly hit the sword light.

When the two huge energies intersect, a violent explosion sounded through this world. The exquisite golden ring under Zhang Chong's body made a sound, and the seven jade rings sounded. In the sound, the light scattered around, and the firelight roared, constantly devouring the huge sword light, and soon He swallowed one-third, and then rushed forward with an unstoppable momentum.

Another Yuanying-level strongman next to Wang Qingfeng, the flame in front of him could actually attack a thousand golden elixir-level strongmen invisibly. His eyes were also extremely surprised. At this time, he had rushed into the air, and the long sword in his hand stretched forward far away, and the turquoise The sword was in the sky, like the roots of a tree with intertwined roots, and the branches spread out one after another, and the branches and leaves were permeated, blocking the place where the flame was.

A fresh and emerald green breath dispersed before the battle array of the golden elixir-level strongmen. The branches were connected to each other, constantly interspersing and swam, making a hard rattan net, as if to forcibly separate the flame from the practitioners.

And when the tender green rattan net was formed, it was the time when the attack of the golden elixir-level strongman was completely broken. The speed of the fourth-grade Xuanhuo did not decrease at all, and it quickly wrapped around the rattan net.

The sound of "sneer~~" kept ringing, and the rattan net burned and kept giving birth to new branches and leaves. The tender green breath was extremely strong, firmly wrapped in the four-grade Xuanhuo, as if to isolate it from all the breath between heaven and earth.

Zhang Chong's face was pale, and he felt the strength of this Yuanying-level strongman. At present, the speed of finger generation has reached the extreme that he can operate. With a loud bang, the four mysterious fires shone again, like unruly beasts, completely burning up the rattan net.

Under this strong attack, the Yuanying-level strong man immediately spit out a mouthful of blood. His expression was extremely bleak, and his eyes were also endlessly shocked. He never thought that his action, instead of suppressing the attack of the fourth-grade Xuanhuo, he suffered.

Wang Qingfeng looked at all this. He snorted coldly between his nose and rushed forward quickly. Just as he reached the front, his big hand stretched forward, and a colorful umbrella stretched out.

As soon as the umbrella was opened, it suddenly changed its color between heaven and earth, and the color of the four Xuanhuo also dimmed a lot in an instant. After the umbrella opened, the huge umbrella surface rotated rapidly, and the strong smell to the extreme continued to emanate. The breath was translucent and came out. , so that the area passed turned into a color like it.

"Mixed Umbrella!!" Bai Li has been a Jindan-level strongman for a long time. As soon as the magic weapon was released, his face changed greatly and he recognized the power of the umbrella.

The mixed-yuan umbrella is constantly spewing endless mixed-yuan gas. Although this breath does not have much power, it seems to be the nemesis of these four-grade black fires, directly extinguishing the black fire.

Haotianyan saw that the mysterious fire dissipated. At this time, he was not afraid of danger. With a wave of his big hand, he saw that there were two thousand people roaring away on both sides.

"Jiaotu, the second battalion, attack to the left, mock the wind, the second battalion, attack to the right." This team of 4,000 practitioners, like a whirlwind, rushed up and attacked fiercely with the momentum of lightning.

In an instant, nearly 30 people died in the Jindan battle array of thousands of people on the other side. Facing most of the battle arrays composed of condensation-level practitioners, although the number of people was less than the other party, the strength was greatly exceeded. This first attack made the Jindan battle array on Haige Island angry, and they immediately launched a sharp counterattack.

"Use the fighting tactic to kill with the opponent and wait for the opportunity to kill." Haotian's instructions were clearly conveyed to everyone, and the 4,000 practitioners also ran their bodies quickly and kept fighting with the Jindan-level strongman in front of them.

Although the effect is extremely obvious, it is much more difficult to kill the Jindan-level strong man than to kill the condensation-level strong man. It didn't take long for the other party to die another 30 people, while Zhang Chong also died more than 100 people.

The price is extremely heavy. There are constantly practitioners falling from the sky, and blood permeates this area, and also permeates everyone's eyes. Frankly speaking, it is not easy for them to compete with each other to such a degree. To what extent can the lack of cultivation made up by relying on the battle array to support it? No one knows.

What's more, the other side also has three Yuan baby-level strong men, staring at them on one side.

Wang Qingfeng waved his arm, and a huge earthen pestle grabbed it in his hand out of thin air. He shouted loudly and swept it away. He had already killed several condensed practitioners on the spot, and they didn't even shout out.

The big pestle kept waving in the air, and a piece of earthy yellow smoke turned into a dragon-like shape, and then dissipated. In this place, the wind became more and more fierce, and then turned into a whirlwind-like appearance. The whirlwind rotated to the extreme and dispersed, and the silky dust and sand dissipated in that area. In the world.

The area where the fierce battle is fighting suddenly seems to be trapped in a quagmire. Every action seems to be stagnated, and it takes more effort to fully unfold.

"Not good~~" Haotian's eyes suddenly widened. He felt great danger. After Wang Qingfeng made that move, he found that everyone's movements had slowed down because of Wang Qingfeng's style.

This change tells him that Wang Qingfeng has found the biggest advantage of their battle, which is the constant conversion and speed, and never attack the opponent. The slowing of speed is not only for their side, and the other party is also affected. However, for the Jindan-level strong, they are much less affected.

Sure enough, they soon noticed this change, and their attack suddenly increased a lot.

This change has an extremely significant impact on the war situation.

It didn't take long for Zhang Chong's casualties to soar to 500, and the other side added up before and after, but more than 70 people died.

The fierce battle made Haotian's eyes wide open. He knew in his heart that his side's defeat had been determined. If it continued, he was afraid that all the 4,000 practitioners would die on the spot. His hands were held tightly, and even his body trembled slightly in mid-air.

He quickly adjusted his mind and informed Zhang Chong of the situation.

"All the horses, retreat back to the boat." Zhang Chong's voice sounded leisurely in the heart necklace.

At the same time, the rune boat flashed with colorful light and began to move slowly.