The magical power of the old immortal Bai Yu was amazed by everyone on the field. With an ordinary whisk, he fought against Zhendong Hou, who possessed the treasure dragon weapon [Panlong Ring], but was undefeated.

What's more, this Zhendong Hou has the noble bloodline of descendants of the Immortal Qin, and his strength itself is superior to ordinary kings and princes. Ordinary powerful people with divine weakness are no match for him at all.

"Haha, Zhendong Hou, as long as you can't defeat Nuo Dao today, it's not that easy to annihilate the "Immortal Dao Sect" that I have passed down for countless years."

The whisk in the old fairy Bai Yu shook lightly under the hand, and a complex and obscure Bagua Tai Chi diagram formed in the void. The blue and white rays lingered in the sky, dissolving the shocking dragon energy like a spiral of water.

When the two peak powerhouses competed for the male and female, the army of millions of monks below did not completely let go of their hands.

Feng Qinghou was in charge of the rear, commanding all the armies in an orderly manner, and increasing the offensive bit by bit.

From the initial attack of tens of thousands of monks to the subsequent fierce battle of tens of thousands of monks, Feng Qinghou became more and more proficient in command of various kings and princes, and at the same time, he had a more accurate analysis of the strength of the "Lingding Immortal Peak".

Apart from Fengqing Hou and Tianlin Hou, the other three kings and princes in charge of the battle could not help it.

In their eyes, the battle between these ordinary monks is simply boring. If you let yourself and others join the battle, you might be able to capture the "Lingding Immortal Peak" immediately.

"The Immortal Dao Sect is not that simple. Besides, these million troops are all from all kings and princes. There is no cooperation in the drill in advance. If this marquis wants to command one person at the same time, it will also take a process. If the million troops attack blindly, get out of control, or get killed by the Immortal Dao Sect, our years of planning will also fail."

Feng Qinghou always remained calm and unmoved.

Marquis Tianlin also discovered that as time went by, Marquis Feng Qing's command became more and more remarkable. When she commanded the 300,000 army, she had already forced the monks on the "Lingding Immortal Peak" to retreat step by step. Zhendonghou's side immediately boosted its momentum.

"A million troops can be destroyed by just Ruyi commanding 500,000. This marquis does not want uncontrolled chaos."

There was a little confidence and calmness in Feng Qinghou's pretty eyes.

Although the other three kings and princes were dissatisfied with this, they had to admit Feng Qinghou's ability.

After all, it is far from enough to destroy nearly one million of the most elite disciples of the Qin Dynasty in the entire Immortal Dao Sect.

...

"Wushuang, when will you recover?"

Yang Fan held the broken sword in his hand and whispered.

The Wushuang situation is beyond his medical scope. He can save the other party's life, but if he wants to restore his original form, he will have no choice but to do so.

"At least decades..."

Wushuang's faint and powerless sigh came.

"Now the 'Xiandao Sect' I stationed in has encountered an unprecedented disaster. With my personal strength alone, I am afraid that even a king and a prince cannot deal with it..."

"You mean... need my power?"

"Yes, that's all." Yang Fan nodded.

"Although this will greatly slow down my time to restore my original form and even weaken my 'kendao spirit body', you saved my life before. This time, I will just treat it as a favor to you."

Wushuang's voice was a little weak.

"It's a pity that in a short period of time, neither of us can recover from our peak. Even if we join forces with you, we can't kill the 'kings' unless we use that move."

Yang Fan sighed slightly.

"How did you know that I was in danger and rushed over to save my life in time?" Wushuang raised his own doubts.

Yang Fan then told his guesses and inductions.

"Witch Master?" Wushuang's voice was cold: "No wonder after 'Tiansha Pavilion' became a heaven-level killer, he always felt very uncomfortable."

"I sensed the existence of the 'Witch Lord', but I couldn't hurt him at a long distance. Maybe after I was promoted to the middle stage of rejuvenation, I would be sure to join forces with you to try it out."

Yang Fan put forward his own ideas.

"You must kill this person, no matter how much the price you pay!!" Wushuang's murderous intent was even stronger than Yang Fan.

All he has is the purest power, and he cannot predict the existence of a power system. In comparison, Yang Fan has a stronger resistance to the witch master.

The eighth level of Lingding Immortal Peak has not been attacked for the time being and has become a vacuum zone.

Seeing this, many injured monks were carried to the top to rescue them.

Just imagine a battle between hundreds of thousands of monks, with more than a few hundred or thousands of injured disciples?

"Huh? By the way..."

Yang Fan's eyes lit up, he stood up, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

After a moment, a soft green color descended on the entire eighth peak.

Not only that, under the eighth level of soil layer, a wave of earth-colored light also blew up to repair and strengthen the physical constitution of these injured monks.

"My injuries recovered so quickly!"

Soon, the injured monks in the eighth level peak were in great surprise.

During this process, Yang Fan felt that his vitality recovery speed had accelerated a lot.

"Hui Xin, contact the elders in the sect, all the wounded are coming here, even if they are still half angry."

Yang Fan quickly said to his sister.

"Yes, I'll go now." Yang Huixin said happily: "I didn't expect Brother Yang to have such a powerful person."

After a while, more monks rushed to the eighth level.

Yang Fan closed his eyes cross-legged and used the Xianhong Art to make the entire eighth peak linger in the hazy and soft green. The light waves rising from the soil layer also assisted in the treatment and strengthening the physical condition.

Generally, as long as the monks who are severely injured stay in the eighth level, they will immediately be full of energy and energy, and their physical defense will increase greatly. They will go out to fight immediately.

In this way, the casualties and losses of the Immortal Dao Sect were almost reduced by half, and the combat endurance was increased several times.

Especially those monks who are injured or on the verge of death, after they recover and re-enter the battle, their strength is even more terrifying.

"Thanks to Elder Yang."

Fairy Lan Yu, who is in the eighth level, has the arrogance and surprise in her eyes, and is replaced by her respect and gratitude for Yang Fan.

The miracle doctor who saves lives and helps the wounded is respected no matter where he is.

What's more, Yang Fan is saving countless lives every moment, and also adding hope to the survival of the Immortal Dao Sect.

"Elder Lan Yu, you go and assist other peaks, and leave it to me here."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"But--" Fairy Lan Yu was about to speak, and a sonorous voice came from the ninth peak: "Elder Yang, what he did today may save the entire "Xiandao Sect". Elder Lan Yu, no matter what, you must guard the eighth peak and protect Yang Yaoshi. For him."

On the ninth peak, a man carrying three swords and awesome, with sharp eyes and a spirited and controlled the dynamics of the entire Lingding Fairy Peak at any time.

"Yes, the law enforcement elder." Fairy Lan Yu immediately responded, her eyes firmly, and she fell to Yang Fan's side, never leaving her.

"This person is..."

Yang Fan noticed the man carrying three swords on the ninth level.

Yang Huixin quickly sent a divine thought to transmit a voice: "He is the most talented elder of the Immortal Dao Sect, and he is also a master specializing in swordsmanship. Everyone calls him the "Three Sword Elder". I heard that he had killed three great god-transforming cultivators in one breath, and was known as the number one person under the realm of Shenxu of the Great Qin. Unfortunately, the sword technique he practiced was extremely obscure. I heard that he was the immortal ***. It was ten times more difficult than that of ordinary cultivators. The great elder said that he would not be able to advance to the realm of Shenxu in this life, unless he changed other ***s, but he insisted on his own and would never give up."

"Elder Three Swords?" Yang Fan also noticed this person, and at the same time he sensed the tremor of the broken sword in his hand, as if he was a little moved.

Those who can make Wushuang have the strength of fighting will definitely be extraordinary.

At this moment, the showdown between two peak powerhouses at high altitude also changed.

"Hahaha... Old Master Bai Yu, if you think that this Marquis' strength and the power of the Supreme Dragon Artifact are only like this, then you're very wrong."

Zhendong Hou suddenly floated back a distance, emitting a special aura. A purple-green dragon pattern attached to the surface of his body, greatly increasing his physique and cultivation. A special dragon energy merged with the treasure dragon weapon, covering a radius of thousands of miles.

What's even more terrifying is that his vast power of distraction broke the shackles of the void in the thousands of miles and broke through to 12,000 miles...13,000 miles...15,000 miles!!

The power of the spirit is half stronger than that of ordinary kings and princes.

Don't yell~~~

Zhendonghou stabbed him with a palm from the air, and the purple-green dragon-patterned aura with its teeth and claws turned into a sword river, "Puff puff puff!!!" pierced the defense layer in front of Bai Yu's old fairy.

Old Fairy Bai Yu's expression suddenly changed, and her figure drifted backwards. She immediately fell into a disadvantage, no longer as calm as before.

"This is the power of the inherited bloodline of the Immortal Qin... Looking at the Great Qin, except for the Wuhou family, there is no bloodline that can increase its combat power so much."

With the prevailing situation of Zhendong Hou, the war spirit of several kings and princes increased greatly.

An elusive dragon energy projected from the world, greatly boosting the morale of the monks in Zhendonghou, and even their spiritual fighting spirit was invisibly enhanced. Various favorable factors moved closer to the Zhendonghou.

"Not good!!" Yang Fan exclaimed. He did not expect the power of the [Sutra Treasure Dragon Artifact] and such a large-scale invisible amplification effect.

In an instant, the battle was one-sided, just because Zhendong Hou used the [Zhengbao Dragon Artifact] to reverse the overall situation with his own strength.

"Start the total attack!!!"

With the order of Feng Qinghou, hundreds of thousands of troops turned into countless phantoms of light, submerging the entire void.

She herself left only 300,000 troops to guard the rear.

With the blessing of the dragon weapon of the treasure, Zhendong Sea was extremely powerful and soon entered the "Lingding Immortal Peak".

"All cultivators retreated to the 'Lingding Immortal Peak' and opened the 'Tianlan Immortal Formation'-"

The elder of the ninth level, the voice of the Three Swords shook the sky.

The next moment, a layer of seven-color light flowed up from the entire Lingding Fairy Peak, and the rays of light rushed straight into the sky.

"Start the killing formation!!!"

With the order from the elder of the Three Swords, thousands of bans were activated, and countless thunder and lightning gathered together, roaring down, blasting tens of thousands of cultivators approaching the immortal formation into charred powder.

"That's the legendary...'Tianlan Immortal Formation'!!"

Tianlin Hou exclaimed.

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