Godly Dragon Guard

Old Demon Feng Yue rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and showed a surprised expression. Unexpectedly, Mu Xue would also participate in the battle.

"This is how the candidates to participate in the war are set. I hope everyone will work together in the battle tomorrow." Zhang Daoling said loudly.

"Good!" the monks said in unison.

The meeting ended and everyone dispersed.

Shen Lang hesitated to heal Fengyue Old Demon, so he decided to forget it.

His holy sun's battle energy has already consumed one-third, and if he treats Old Demon Feng Yue, he probably won't be enough.

For the third team, Shen Lang did not return much enthusiasm, anyway, he couldn't fight and ran away.

Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue returned to the camp stone house to meditate and rest, keeping their spirits at an excellent level.

It was the next day in an instant.

The army of monks on both sides is mighty, gathering on the border, aggressively.

Today is the last battle. It is about victory or defeat. The two sides are fighting in front of the battle. The shouts are like waves, wave after wave!

The third battle was a melee. Both sides sent 20 Yuan Ying-period monks and 2,000 Dan-Jin period cultivators to fight. The final winner was the mainland that won.

The fighting between the top cultivators and the high-level cultivators of the two sides has indeed proved their respective strengths and backgrounds. It can be said to be a real contest, and the losing party is really no different from the defeat of the army.

Twenty Yuanying monks in Beilu, headed by Zhang Daoling, led two thousand high-ranking monks in the Alchemy Period, and everyone was ready and ready to fight at any time.

Wang Wenshan also led the Donglin elite team, gearing up.

At first glance, the lineup of Donglinren is almost exactly the same as that of Hokuriku. They are also thirteen monks in the early Yuanying period, five monks in the middle Yuanying period, and two monks in the late Yuanying period.

But compared to the two great monks Zhang Daoling and Feng Yue Lao Mo who were seriously injured, Wang Wenshan and the strong man are in very good condition, and the strength of Wang Wenshan's mount Golden Horned Beetle is also comparable to the mid-Yuan Ying monk.

In addition, almost all the cultivators of the Donglin Yuanying stage who played in the battle were not weak in the seventh-order peak spirit beasts.

In particular, the number of high-level spirit beasts in the team during the formation period is astonishing. Compared with Hokuriku's bald team during the Dan formation period, there is too much advantage.

In front of the army formation to the east, Wang Wenshan grinned and said: "Zhang Daoling, why linger, it feels bad to be severely wounded, right? Haha, if you surrender obediently, I may be able to leave you a dead body."

The old demon Feng Yue taunted: "Hehe, a group of opportunistic mobs, really regard themselves as masters."

The brawny Yin sneered, "Yin and Yang who have spent half their lives have the courage to yell at us? I see Lao Tzu being the first to send you to the West!"

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go to war!" Wang Wenshan waved his hand.

With the thunderous drums of war, Wang Wenshan directly led the Donglin cultivator team to fly out of the front, with a vigorous momentum.

"Arrange the formation!" Zhang Daoling shouted.

A large number of Yuan Ying-period monks in front of the Beilu Formation swarmed and immediately formed their formation.

At the forefront were Old Demon Fengyue and four middle-age cultivators. Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue were in the second row, standing side by side.

Each primordial infant stage monk led more than a hundred medicament stage monks, each forming a small team.

Zhang Daoling and the four Yuanying-period monks from the Tianshimen were behind the formation. According to the original plan, the five were mainly to urge Hetu Luoshu.

The cultivators of the Yuan Ying stage in front of the formation are all to protect these five people.

The match begins.

Zhang Daoling shot out a large number of array flags in his cuffs, spinning rapidly in the air.

"Little Five Elements Diamond Formation, open!"

Zhang Daoling gave a low drink, and a large amount of "swastika" aura gushed out from the array of flags, instantly covering himself and the other four cultivators of the Yuan Ying period of the Celestial Master.

Shen Lang glanced back, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The small five-element diamond formation is quite difficult to set up. It is estimated that this Dao Mausoleum is also the master of the formation if the small five-element diamond formation can be deployed in such a short time.

The Little Five Elements Diamond Array is a relatively powerful defensive array, and it is difficult for the cultivators of the Nascent Soul Stage to break through it in a short time.

"Dear brothers and sisters, we start to urge Hetu Luoshu, don't be stingy with spiritual power, and send it with all your strength!"

Zhang Daoling made a sound transmission, and then took out the Hetu Luoshu from the storage ring, and began to pour spiritual power into this ancient awkward scroll.

"Yes!"

The remaining four cultivators of the Nascent Soul Stage from the Celestial Master's Gate also madly conveyed their spiritual power towards the scroll.

Seeing that Zhang Daoling had set up a defensive formation, he began to urge Hetu Luoshu. The Hokuriku monks also breathed a sigh of relief, their eyes turned to the east cultivator team, and their faces were cruel.

In any case, you have to delay staying in Donglinren, victory or defeat is in this one move!

Wang Wenshan narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering what Zhang Daoling was playing with.

"What tricks you people from Yunjian Beilu play, today you will lose! Kill me!"

With a loud shout, Wang Wenshan took the lead in riding the Golden Horn Beetle to kill him.

The cultivator teams from both sides flooded in like a tide and began to confront each other head-on.

"Fate!"

Countless monks immediately sacrificed their magic weapons, and began a melee fight!

The heaven and the earth changed color, the intensive explosion sound continued one after another, and the sound of various spells and swords shook the earth.

The cultivators of the Nascent Soul Stage and the Alchemy Stage cultivators on both sides started fighting, and the scene was extremely tragic!

The two elders in the early Yuanying stage fixed their eyes on Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue, and brought two hundred monks in the formation stage, offering magic weapons to attack Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue.

"It's just right!"

Shen Lang sneered, without reservation, directly used the Jiuli Sword Formation.

The nine-handled Lei Ze splitting lightsaber turned into eighty-one sword lights, strangling the two attackers like a lightning storm.

Su Ruoxue also urged the mysterious fire bead, and a fire dragon rose into the sky and attacked the two.

"hiss!"

Seeing the other side's attack coming so strong, the two old men couldn't help taking a breath of coldness, and had to fight back.

The two old men struggled for their lives before they could withstand a blow from Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue. Seeing that the situation was wrong, they wanted to make a detour.

"Ling lock, go!"

Shen Lang threw the spirit-binding lock out, and the silver-colored chain instantly tied an old man in the early Yuan Ying stage.

"Puff puff puff!"

A large amount of sword light pierced the person's body, and the flesh and blood flew across.

The other old man was so shocked that he wanted to retreat immediately, but he was still blocked by the Jiuli Sword Formation.

Su Ruoxue also urged the tricolor flying sword, and immediately killed the person.

In less than half a minute, the two Donglin Yuanyingji monks died at the hands of Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue, attracting high-level officials from both sides.

"Okay, well done!" Fengyue Old Demon praised while urging Tianshuiling to resist Wang Wenshan's onslaught.

Wang Wenshan glanced at Shen Lang, his expression extremely stubborn, and gritted his teeth: "Golden horned beetle, kill the eye-catching kid for me!"

"Buzzing!"

The golden horned beetle, the size of a hill, flapped its membrane wings frantically, and rushed towards Shen Lang like lightning.