Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 373 6 Treasure Secret Realm 27

Duan Qiuchen was seriously injured at the moment and could only try to show his strength. His face was as pale as paper and his body was shaky, but he still stood stubbornly, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger. He never thought that the other party would resist so resolutely and leave no room for maneuver.

On the battlefield, chaos and tragedy intertwined. The two sides collided like a surging tide, swords were wielded, magic was used, and every move was full of determination to kill. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, as if someone might fall at any time. At this time, there were already ten people lying on the ground, and their fall had its own story.

The first to fall was a young disciple from Wanjian Mountain named Lin Feng. He was a brave man and rushed towards the enemy camp like a tiger at the beginning of the battle. He swung the long sword in his hand vigorously, trying to inflict heavy damage to the enemy as quickly as possible.

However, he was too aggressive and neglected his own defense. In the confrontation with a man in black, he thrust out a sword with all his strength, but the man dodged it skillfully by leaning sideways. The man in black instantly counterattacked, and a sharp magic light shot straight at him.

Lin Feng was unable to dodge and was hit in the chest by the magic. He groaned and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. He fell heavily to the ground, spurting out a large mouthful of blood. After struggling for a few times, he stopped moving.

The next person to fall was Zhao Yue, a female disciple of the Sky Spider Sect. She was good at using hidden weapons and had been hiding in the dark during the battle, looking for the best time to strike.

However, during a sneak attack, she was discovered by a master of the other side. The other side quickly pounced on her, and Zhao Yue hurriedly shot a hidden weapon to fight back. But the opponent's strength was far beyond her imagination. He easily avoided her hidden weapon and approached her at a very fast speed. Zhao Yue panicked and wanted to escape, but was hit on the back by the opponent.

She spat out a mouthful of blood, fell forward, and the hidden weapons in her hands fell to the ground.

There is also a disciple from Baima Villa, Sun Hao. He is good at using talismans and has been providing strong support to his teammates in battle.

However, when he released the talisman, he was targeted by the enemy. Several enemies quietly circled behind him and launched a surprise attack while he was concentrating on casting. When Sun Hao realized the danger, it was too late. He turned around in a hurry, and the talisman in his hand had not yet been fully activated.

The enemy's attack came like a storm, and Sun Hao could only resist hastily. But he was outnumbered and was hit by the enemy's swords in many places. He staggered back, trying to find support from his teammates, but found that he was surrounded by the enemy. He looked around in despair and finally fell in a pool of blood.

As the battle continued, more and more people were injured and fell. Both sides fought with real anger, and everyone was fighting for their own beliefs and companions. Duan Qiuchen looked at this tragic scene and felt grief in his heart.

These people were his companions, they had fought side by side and faced various dangers together. But now, because of a momentary impulse, they were caught in this life-and-death battle.

The situation on the battlefield became increasingly tense, with blood and chaos intertwined into a cruel picture.

Another disciple from the White Horse Villa fell down, his body hitting the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

The whip in Ye Hanshuang's hand was still merciless, her eyes were firm and cold, and she was unmoved by the fallen disciple. A long whip flew out like a spirit snake, and instantly wrapped around the neck of a monk. She twisted it hard, and the monk only had time to utter a muffled groan before he fell softly, and it seemed that he was dead.

Wei Yangjing was so angry that he stared at the monk surnamed Bai from the Fengshui Hall. Every time the monk surnamed Bai was pierced by an attack, he would turn into a mist, making it difficult to grasp. And there was also the annoying Shang Xianming, with a flying sword buzzing around him, as annoying as a nasty fly. Wei Yangjing hated him secretly, but he could do nothing about it.

Zhou Yuxiang had another wound on his body, and blood was gushing out. He didn't have time to bandage it, so he hurriedly took out a healing talisman from his arms and quickly stuck it on his body. Just as the bleeding from this wound stopped, the Yuan brothers took the opportunity to cut a new wound. Zhou Yuxiang gritted his teeth, and his eyes revealed an unyielding light.

Xun Zi from the Sheshenyuan stood aside, quietly watching the two groups of people. He shook his head with a noncommittal expression, his heart filled with helplessness.

The battle seemed to have gotten out of control. Both sides had fallen into madness, as if they had forgotten their original intentions and now only wanted to kill each other.

As the battle continued, more and more bodies were lying on the ground. Both sides were killing each other, and everyone was fighting for survival.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, which made people sick. However, no one backed down, and they all persisted in this brutal battle, as if only victory could make them stop.

Xun Zi was filled with sorrow and could not bear to witness such a miserable scene any longer.

Wei Yangjing was the only person left in the Baiyu Tower. He was trapped there, all alone, with a look of anxiety and stubbornness on his face.

Meanwhile, at the White Horse Villa, another person fell down, and the people around them were extremely sad but helpless. Ye Hanshuang and Zhou Yuxiang were also at the end of their strength, and they tried their best to hold on, but it was obvious that they could not hold on for much longer.

The situation is becoming increasingly urgent, like a lone boat in a storm that may capsize and sink at any time.

A charred monk in a black robe slowly appeared at the edge of the woods, apparently attracted by the sounds of intense fighting.

"Wang Qiye, so you were hiding here to sleep, making it so difficult for me to find you. You are so mean." The monk spoke with a hint of complaint.

Fang Qingtian and Li Yatong followed the monk carefully, their eyes fixed on the group of people who were fighting.

Seeing this, Fang Qingtian was about to step forward, but was stopped by Li Yatong.

"Uncle Fang, you're fine. Don't be too stubborn." Li Yatong's eyes were full of concern and worry.

Fang Qingtian felt warm in his heart. He turned around and nodded slightly at her. Then he resolutely picked up a spear and followed steadily.

"Are you an accomplice of that beast? Monk, I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for being implicated by that beast later!" Jing Lianghai of the Sky Spider Sect had red eyes, and he stepped out of the crowd with a gun in his hand, and blocked the monk in a menacing manner.

"If you don't accept my toast, then I'll drink for you." Seeing that his persuasion was futile, Jing Lianghai became furious and thrust his gun directly at him.

"Spider Gun"

This move was as powerful as thunder, and the tip of the spear flashed with a cold light, like a silver lightning streaking through the sky. Spiritual power surged on the spear, bringing up gusts of wind, and the surrounding fallen leaves were swept into the air.

Jing Lianghai's eyes were wide open, his face full of determination. He poured all his strength into this shot, vowing to stop the monk.

The charcoal monk's eyes shone, and he clenched his fists suddenly, and his spiritual power suddenly appeared like a surging tide. The black spiritual power glowed brightly, like the netherworld fire in the dark night, emitting a mysterious and powerful aura.

"Pisces in the Sea of ​​Bitterness"

He shouted loudly, and swung out his fists without hesitation, facing the iron spear with overwhelming force.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, like thunder, deafening. The two fists and the iron spear collided fiercely, and the powerful impact spread in all directions, and the dust on the ground was lifted several feet high.

The iron spear instantly fell back under this huge force, and its might was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, unstoppable. Jing Lianghai's face was filled with fear, and before he could react, he was carried by the falling iron spear and flew backwards like an arrow from a bow.

Finally, Tie Qiang pinned him against a thick tree.

Jing Lianghai spurted out a large mouthful of blood, staining his clothes red. His eyes were full of astonishment and unwillingness, and his body hung weakly on the tree, trembling slightly.

Everyone around was stunned by this sudden change. The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone was shocked by the fierce fighting scene.

As the leader of the Sky Spider Sect, Jing Lianghai's strength should not be underestimated. On weekdays, he is seen as a calm and powerful person, so when he intercepts those idle monks who accidentally break in, everyone feels relieved and thinks that he can easily deal with it with his ability.

However, at this moment, Jing Lianghai was beaten back by someone. He looked horrible and it seemed that he would not survive.

Everyone's eyes widened with disbelief on their faces. They stared blankly at Jing Lianghai hanging on the tree, and a strong shock surged in their hearts.

After a moment, everyone came back to their senses from the shock and began to face this strange combination of a woman, a man and a monk.

A monk from Yangxin Academy stepped forward and said solemnly, "Ladies and gentlemen, is there any misunderstanding? We are just about to kill the beast king Qiye. Please give us some convenience."

"That's right, we are here to stop you." Fang Qingtian said without hesitation, raised his spear, and rushed towards the monk from Yangxin Academy with great momentum, and instantly engaged in battle with him. The spear shadow flashed, the spiritual power surged, and the two fought hard.

Ye Hanshuang and Zhou Yuxiang, who were already in danger, saw someone coming to help them, and hope suddenly ignited in their hearts, giving them the motivation to continue holding on. They gritted their teeth, brandished their weapons again, and fought tenaciously against the enemy.

"A Sword Comes from the West"

Shang Xianming of Wanjian Mountain opened his eyes wide at this moment, his eyes were full of resentment and anger. He saw that his great cause was about to be accomplished, how could he allow someone to come and mess with him?

The famous sword that had been with him for many years seemed to sense the strong will of its master, and turned its head in an instant. The light on the sword was bright, and its might was like a surging wave. A white line shot towards Fang Qingtian like lightning, and the speed was so fast that it was simply astonishing.

Wherever the white line passed, the air seemed to be cut apart, making a sharp whistling sound. Such a swift attack left people no time to react, and Fang Qingtian's figure seemed so small in front of the white line.

"My Devil is Crazy - Lotus Palm"

The charred monk looked solemn, and slowly drew a circle with his hands in front of his chest. As he moved, a mysterious force gradually surged.

Suddenly, a black spiritual portrait appeared before everyone.

In the portrait, a demon with a horned head and a ferocious and terrifying face. The sharp horns on the huge head seemed to be able to penetrate everything. The demon opened his bloody mouth, revealing sharp fangs, as if he wanted to swallow everything in the world. The demon stretched out a palm, and in the palm of his palm was a black lotus, which was shiny black, and the deep black seemed to be able to swallow all light. Around the black lotus, wisps of black spiritual power swirled like smoke, exuding a palpitating breath.

His eyes were firm, and he pierced through the spiritual portrait with one palm without hesitation. His palm seemed to merge with the devil in the portrait, and the palm was carrying the black lotus.

Although the movement was slow, it was the first to arrive, with a steady and powerful force. The black lotus slowly moved forward with powerful spiritual power, like an unshakable mountain.

When the black lotus collided with the famous sword, there was a loud "bang", like a sudden thunder, deafening.

A powerful wind wave rolled up instantly, spreading in all directions with overwhelming force. The surrounding trees were uprooted and flew into the air under the impact of this wind wave. The soil was lifted up several feet high, and sand and rocks flew everywhere, creating a chaotic scene.

Two broken blades rolled out from the explosion, stabbing into the ground with a sharp whistling sound and making a dull sound, as if telling the cruelty of this fierce battle.

The magic weapon was destroyed, Shang Xianming's body shook violently, and he was once again attacked by his magic.

A mouthful of old blood spurted out of his mouth, and blood mist filled the air. His breath instantly became weak, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of despair and pain.