Legend of the Cultivation God - Chapter 2349

[Chapter 2349 The last battle of Quanjin Mountain]

“Yes, there are more and more complaints!” Lan Qin replied without hesitation, “Besides, even my Quan Jinshan disciples have some doubts! After all…there are thousands of disciples missing!”

“What did they say? What’s the gossip?”

“I wait for the Quan Jinshan disciples to be comparable to the Taoist monks! The generals have strict military discipline, they are just puzzled, and they don’t dare to talk too much!”

Tu Hong’s eyes flashed with relief, and he nodded: “Fortunately, these disciples have lived up to the training of the old man for many years!”

But then he was also a little regretful, and said in a low voice: “Unfortunately… At the moment of the enemy, the old man is also unable to support alone, I am afraid that I will let them down…”

“Admiral can rest assured,” Lan Qin cupped his hands and said, “not to mention ordinary disciples of Quan Jinshan, even a young old man, since he followed the general, he already knew in his heart that he would live and die together with Quan Jinshan. Always pursue the general’s determination!”

“Hehe, since we can die together, we must be able to live together!” Tu Hong raised his hand and smiled, “Actually, the situation is not that terrible…”

“A dozen phantom swordsmen!” A flash of despair flashed in Lan Qin’s eyes, this fleeting look had long been seen by Tu Hong, but he did not explain, only smiled, “Brother Lan , you can rest assured! Since Tu dares to say so, I will definitely have a chance to survive when I wait for the disciples of Quan Jinshan!”

But Lan Qin was dubious. He knew that the thousands of Quanjinshan disciples were hidden by Tu Hong, but… no matter how many of these disciples there were… they couldn’t be the opponents of dozens of late Jindan monks. !

Thinking of this, Lan Qin’s eyes flashed a glimmer of enlightenment again.

“Okay!” At this moment, Tu Hong’s eyes narrowed, his teeth nibbled, he stood up slowly, and commanded, “Brother Lan, Jianxiu has approached my Quanjin Mountain defense formation, life and death are here. In the first battle, you inform the disciples and immediately meet the enemy! Just drag them into the spirit stone vein, and their mission will be completed, and you can… escape by yourself!!”

“Ah?” Lan Qin was stunned, but after a moment, he hesitated, “Then… what about the monks of Taoism?”

“They??” Tu Hong smiled and waved his hand, “Life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in the sky!”

“Yes, this subordinate understands!” Lan Qin cupped his hands, swept his eyes over the light curtain, turned and left in a hurry.

And above the light curtain, a deep black line has touched the blood-red line.

Above the ground, Yuan Qing looked at the black hole coldly, and the spiritual power fluctuations in the black hole became more and more intense! Suddenly, Yuan Qing raised his brows, a smile flashed in his eyes, and shouted: “Disciples, prepare to attack, the shriveled monk can’t bear it anymore! Hahaha!”

Hearing Yuanqing’s voice transmission, all the disciples of the sword cultivators were all energized, and each mobilized their flying swords, ready to wait!

The bird cultivators above the sky also flew down, and the air all over the Quanjin Mountain seemed to be preparing to attack the Quanjin Mountain cultivator, and it seemed to be preventing the Quanjin Mountain disciples from escaping.

Sure enough, Yuan Qing’s voice just fell, and the brilliance flashed everywhere. The monks in Quanjin Mountain flashed out of the brilliance, and the magic tools and magic weapons in their hands were the same as before. go.

However, the monks this time are obviously different from the previous ones. Not only are the number of monks several times larger, but the rank of the monks is also much higher!

“Haha! The monks are struggling to the death again!” Yuan Qing laughed, but he didn’t go up. His goal was Tu Hong, and many swordsmen really made great progress in these days of fighting. Whether it is to cooperate or kill, Yuan Qing and other leading swordsmen are extremely satisfied!

He Fangyuan was a little tired. There were only three Taiqing Sect disciples around him! When his Taiqing Sect disciples came out of Xuntiancheng, he was eleven disciples. When he was attacked by the beast cultivator, he had already damaged four disciples, leaving only seven disciples. Escaped and killed by poultry repair! Only six disciples came to Quanjin Mountain.

In the previous few days of fighting, although he has been extremely careful, two disciples in the early stage of foundation establishment were still beheaded by Jian Xiu!

“Where did Xiao Hua go?” He Fangyuan couldn’t help but think of Xiao Hua, who had retreated from the cultivation of birds, “If this fierce man is by his side, He will definitely not fall!”

However, He Fangyuan had released his divine sense a long time ago. Like the previous times, there was not a single disciple of Yulei Sect on this battlefield!

“Perhaps…they…have already escaped from the battlefield? Or are there other arrangements?” He Fangyuan only had such a trace of doubt, and then he could no longer think about other things, and the cyan ring in his hand flew out. A streak like smoke and dust was blocked by the flying sword that hit him! It was only slightly blocked, and the smoke-like flying sword suddenly wrapped the ring, and then separated several smoke and dust into several flying swords and rushed out!

“Zi” He Fangyuan didn’t seem to panic, he moved the magic formula in his hand, and the blue ring produced a strong suction, and immediately sucked the smoke into the ring, turning it into a flying sword more than one foot long, and several other flying swords. It was sucked back like a sword!

It’s just that the flying sword has just been restored, and the blue-blue sword light on it suddenly flashes, and a tearing force that is enough to match the suction force of the ring is born. Generally from out!

Like a long arrow full of bows, it pulled the ring and sank several feet!

“Silk!” He Fangyuan sucked in a breath of cold air, and the mana in his body poured into the ring like a flood.

However, just a few feet away from He Fangyuan, there was a petite female swordsman with a disdainful face on her face. She was dressed in a sword attire, she moved her sword art with both hands, her mouth popped slightly, and she reprimanded: “break!”

As the female monk’s sword essence circulated, a huge force came out from above the flying sword. With the sound of “呲” breaking through the air, the flying sword flew out of the ring, and it really stabbed at He Fangyuan like an arrow from a string. The center of the eyebrows!

“Ouch!” He Fangyuan was shocked, but he was not too panicked. He controlled the ring. As early as when the ring was powerless, he was alert. Seeing the sharpness of Feijian, there is really no absolute. Grasp the resistance, you can only urge the mana to fly quickly and dodge to the side!

He Fangyuan just flashed past, and a shrill scream came from behind him. He Fangyuan swept away his spiritual thoughts, and a fist-sized blood hole was gurgling in the chest of a Quanjinshan disciple. Falling from the air, those eyes still did not close, looking at He Fangyuan with hatred!

“Hey, brother, don’t blame He!” He Fangyuan sighed in his heart. However, at this moment, an unparalleled vigilance was born from his vest. He almost didn’t think about it. Fell down! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)