Urban Game System

"Little brat, it's interesting that your skill in spiritual cooking is so high!"

At this moment, that empty head looked at Murong Qingyang, although he couldn't see his face, he could definitely guess that Kuang Zhan's expression at this moment must be somewhat surprised.

"Senior, if you stop now, the two of us will not stop you!" Murong Qingyang said with a vigilant expression.

"Think too much! Die!"

In the hands of Wuying Kuangzhan, a cylindrical spear was condensed again, and after a while of Kuangzhan's arm, the spear was in front of him, with an extremely powerful momentum.

"Water mist and wind dragon, tornado and sandstorm, sandstorm!"

With a sharp shout, the tip of the cylindrical spear was folded three times in a row, as if a door of different time and space had been opened, and a huge gust of wind suddenly raged from the tip of the spear, howling, and a moment later it was Thunderstorm!
Amidst the wind and rain, a dragon of water and wind slowly appeared. Its dragon was in the shape of mist, and it let out a sky-shattering neigh, and suddenly writhed crazily.

The tip of the long spear changed again at this moment, and a gust of yellow sand spewed out from it.

As soon as the yellow sand spewed out, it was swept in by the raging storm and mixed together.

shhhhhhhh...

ding ding ding ding...

The gravel is extremely fine, but it is very tough, like bullets that shuttle rapidly, hitting the ground and the mountain fiercely, sending out a hard collision.

On the ground, under the raging of the sand, there are countless pits.On the mountain, there are also stone chips hit by gravel!

"This is one of the famous spells of Kuang Zhan. Old Lin, guard your whole body and don't let it break through. Once you break through one place, your defense will collapse immediately!"

A faint luster suddenly appeared on Murong Qingyang's body surface. At this moment, the cauldron was in front of him, resisting most of the storm and gravel.

And the phantom of the mountains around Murong Lin was shining with light, but it was trembling violently, as if the phantom of the mountains might collapse at any time.

Above the square is the battle of the most powerful, and outside the square, inside the Sacred Valley, the clansmen of the first branch and the eighth branch have already fought with the other eight branches under the leadership of the Great Elder and the Eighth Elder.

At this moment, Murong Chun and Elder Baixu are not there, the Great Elder and the Eighth Elder have rebelled, and there are only six elders left in the other eight branches, all of whom are at the spirit formation stage!
"Crazy slave clone!"

The Great Elder took the lead, and immediately changed his figure. With his peak Dzogchen strength in the spirit-bonding stage, he transformed into a clone with six levels of strength in the five-way spirit-bonding stage, attacking the five elders respectively, and the eighth elder, Murong Ke, and The remaining elders wrestled together.

The clansmen of the first branch, at this moment, clicked a few times on the protruding bones of the body one by one, and black paste oozed from the faces of all of them, and their mental state immediately became extremely excited, and even their strength seemed to be at this point. The sudden surge made it impossible for them to lose the slightest advantage in the scene even though their numbers were not dominant.

And although the eighth branch doesn't have this kind of secret method, everyone is trying their best at the moment, as if they are crazy, killing anyone they see, chopping anyone they see!
The fighting in the front was fierce, and the rescue work in the back was also going on intensely.

Behind the altar of the tenth branch, in the holy pool, Chen Hui was being treated with a secret method.

In the hall in front of the altar, Murong Chun and Elder Baixu hurried around in circles.

Just now, a hundred beauties were swept here by a hundred tornadoes, followed by serious voice transmissions from Murong Lin and Murong Qingyang, ordering them to rescue Chen Hui in the shortest possible time.

And these one hundred beauties were standing in this hall and waiting for orders, being glared at by Murong Chun and Elder Baibeard.

"Where do we need so many people! Ruoxue and Rou'er are enough!"

"That's right, I really don't know what these two patriarchs are thinking! Could it be that our grandson-in-law Chen Hui is an animal?"

"If it wasn't for the fact that the two of them are ancestors, I would go up and give him a big ear!"

"Hmph! I'll put their heads in chamber pots!"

……

The two old men were so angry that they blew their beards and stared at each other, so they could only vent their anger on these one hundred beauties, which made these little girls bow their heads and keep silent, and offended the two elders by their side.

At this moment, it had been five hours since Murong Ruoxue and Murong Rou'er went to the holy pond. There was only one aunt taking care of the holy pond, and the others were dismissed.

Before you know it, night falls, but the night in the Sacred Valley is a sleepless night~
The next day, the morning sun rose as usual, but many people in the Sacred Valley could no longer see the morning sun.

The fighting went on all night. At this moment, the two sides stopped fighting for the time being. The furious side retreated into the square to adjust, while the Sacred Valley side retreated all the apprentices and outer disciples to the port for timely evacuation.No one knows what kind of disaster this battle will be!
In the evening of the next day, the battle broke out again. After a short rest, Murong Lin and Murong Qingyang forcibly replenished their true qi and spirit with spirit vegetables, and fought against Kuang Zhan again.

If it wasn't for the help of Murong Qingyang's spirit vegetable, the two of them would not have been able to deal with Kuang Zhan for so long.Even so, the momentum of the two of them has also weakened at this moment, and they may be in danger of being suppressed at any time.

In the Sacred Valley, blood is already flowing all over the ground, but most of it is the blood of the first branch and the eighth branch.

For the other eight branches, except for the slightly more people who died on the first day, there was almost no loss on the second day.

Because the Sacred Valley's small guarding formation was opened, the tribesmen of the eight major branches retreated to the formation to defend against the two rebellious branches that had gone mad.

The battle is still going on, the third day and the fourth day!

Murong Lin and Murong Qingyang tried their best and lasted for another two days!

But the gap in strength will eventually become prominent with consumption.

At dusk on the fourth day, Murong Lin suddenly spurted a mouthful of blood. The mountains around him trembled violently and collapsed in an instant. Disappear at this time.

As a result, Murong Lin's strength was greatly reduced at this moment, and he was hit hard by a fog spear thrown by Kuang Zhan viciously.

puff!
A mouthful of blood was sprayed again, and Murong Lin flew upside down, the color on his face seemed to have aged instantly at this moment, his body was like catkins in a strong wind, swaying wildly, and immediately fell hard to the ground, plowing a deep ditch on the ground~

"Old Lin!"

Murong Qingyang was anxious in his heart and shouted, but at this moment there was no interference from Murong Lin, Kuang Zhan directly used all his strength to attack Murong Qingyang, the mist spear danced a hundred spear shadows, all of them aimed at Murong Qingyang.

When he was already exhausted, Murong Qingyang resisted for a moment, sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood, flew upside down, and rolled with Murong Lin~