Chapter 404: 1 battle to the king (10)

The five elements of the battle boat, within the Qingyun battle boat, at this time a mess.
Such a small battle, the Golden Dans will not be on the scene, unless they want to break out the Golden Dragon War.
Under normal circumstances, the battle of the foundation period, Jindan monks are to avoid seeing, who does not have a disciple, once found that the situation is not right, in the sideline war will not be able to do it, a hands-on is a chain reaction.
Of course, this war is a small battle after all, which is related to the two war fruits and the division of interests. The Jin Dan people are naturally very concerned.
In the small battle ahead, there will naturally be changes in combat power, and the Jindans have long been mentally prepared.
However, after the battlefield was rolled out, the trend of the war situation was not shifted by the will of the people, and it was a shocking change.
Originally, with the younger disciples such as the Five Devils and Five Swords, the combat merits basically reached the apex. It has been difficult to rise, and their role is mainly the town field, seeking victory.
Moreover, with this level of disciples, on the battlefield of the foundation-based monks, the probability of corruption is quite small.
Who knows, after a night of fierce fighting, the situation is abrupt.
Within the Qingyun battle boat, voices came from time to time, and they went up, and they went up again.
The Jindan monk has become accustomed to it. For half a day, the scores of the unknown disciples kept rising, rushed into the top 20, rushed into the top fifteen, and rushed into the top ten...
Well, the top ten points are already very high, and it is estimated that they should not go up.
Suddenly, the disciples who watched the martial arts list screamed again and again with a big fuss: "It has risen, and it has risen again. God, it has risen to the top."
The Jindan monks are not as fussed as these disciples. They are not in a hurry, and they know the sweep of the standings.
Before the standings, there was a very strange silence. Silence to the needle can be heard.
After half a ring, there was a Jin Dan monk who cautiously said: "What happened in the battlefield ahead?"
The monk in charge of intelligence immediately said: "The information has not yet been sent back."
Shen Changfu asked: "How long does it take?"
The monk wiped the sweat and answered it all over. Continuous sounding requires two pillars of effort.
The Golden Danes, looking at the gleaming, fourth-ranking anonymous name on the list of merits, are silent.
The two-column scented Kung Fu quickly passed, and the front information finally passed over: "The dark magic Xiao Shi Chuan, hey, the murderer. Qingyunmen ugly sword ghost Sun Shenxiang."
Ugly sword ghost Sun Shenxiang?
Jin Dan, look at me, I look at you, no Jin Dan is familiar with the so-called ugly sword monk.
There is also this nickname, it feels so weird, more like a magic repair.
After half a ring. Cloud purple smoke coughed, and slowly said: "My disciple, Sun Hao, the title of agarwood, I do not know if he is, cough and cough."
Yun Ziyan received disciples, they all know, a few years ago, but. There are really few monks on the scene who remember her disciple's surname.
In memory, the disciple of Yun Ziyan is full of calculations. Entering Qingyunmen is only year, not full of thirty, so powerful?
The Golden Danes are full of suspicious looks.
The cloud yew face was majestic and said faintly: "Okay, okay, don't guess. When he comes back, he will know."
Shen Changfu’s heart was moving. When I think of something, I smiled lightly: "Well. That's it. Come back and ask."
"Xiao Shichuan, hey!"
"Dark magic Xiao Shi Chuan, 陨, killer, Qingyunmen ugly sword ghost Sun Shenxiang."
The news came, the inside of the five elements of the Mozong stunned, a lot of Jindan Moxiu blurted out: "How is this possible?" There is a Jindan monk asked aloud: "Who is Sun Shenxiang?"
The magical forehead responsible for the intelligence was cold and sweaty. After a long sound, the face turned red, but only promised: "In the outstanding generation of Qingyunmen's recent generations, there is no such person..."
On the first, a pale face, shaped like a serious illness, the eagle hook nose of the white robes of the monk's sleeves waved, a smoldering wind, "squeaky", hit on the responsible intelligence of the monk.
The intelligence monk was hit hard and immediately fell to the ground and kept beheading: "The disciples are incompetent, the disciples are damned, the ancestors are forgiving, the ancestors are forgiving..."
"Well, daylight", another one in black, sharp-eyed, electric-looking, exquisite, and the face of a man like a peach, said softly: "No wonder he, the opposite side did not figure out what Sun Shenxiang's origins come from.

White daylight snorted, no words, but no longer shot.
Within the five-way battle boat, a brief calm down.
The Jindans did not think of it. Actually, this ancestor first degraded the top fighting power, and the fallen is still good at concealing the escape of the dark magic Xiao Shichuan.
What happened to the battlefield ahead?
Jin Dan Mo Xiu can not wait to go and see for himself.
In front of the battlefield, the dark magic Xiao Shi Chuan, hehe.
Just as the dominoes were overthrown, a series of changes followed.
The corpse magic field red sword, commanding his own copper corpse to form a self-contained army, the left side against the sun-day sword Peng Lin, long-term battle is not a winner.
The dark magic is transmitted to the world, and the battle changes rapidly.
Before the start of the war, Yu Fanzhang had once searched the corpse and red sword, and exchanged with him alone. At that time, Lu Fan once said: "If there is an unpredictable change in the battlefield, Tian Xiong, I hope you will break, press my If you do it, don't hesitate."
The dark magic Xiao Shi Chuan actually fell into the battlefield, Tian Hongjian can be sure, this is the unpredictable big change in the feathers of the fan, not dare to neglect, the eyes are red, the heart said: "But, stop, fight..."
Indecisiveness leads to disaster.
In the hands of Tian Hongjian, a series of smashing scorpions, three hundred bronze corpses, at the same time received orders, Qi Qi screamed in the sky, hands clenched fists, patted his chest, eyes and blood, red.
Tian Hongjian rushed out of the copper corpse, and his mouth screamed with great distress: "Explosion."
With his loud voice, three hundred bronze corpses, Qi Qi rushed into the battle of the rising sun, like a huge bomb, in the battle of the rising sun monks in the foundation of the sun, "Booming... Booming...", a series of shocks of the explosion.
However, Tian Hongjian himself did not look at the explosion at all. According to the instructions of Yu Fanzhang, he quickly rushed to the middle. Kill the direction of the tower magic.
Today's Tian Hongjian is still fresh in his memory of Zhang Liang's actions.
On the same day, Zhang Liang held the fan in his hands and arched him to the end: "Tian Xiong, I am afraid that only you and the tower will work together. You can have the power of a battle..."
He did not believe that it would be necessary, but the fall of Xiao Shichuan told him that perhaps the fan was right.
Three hundred copper corpses, like three hundred huge bombs, rushed toward the direction of the sunburst of the Rising Sun Peak led by Peng Lin. The jade is burning, and one has an explosion.
The face of the Rising Sun Jian Peng Lin was still calm and firm, and shouted loudly in his mouth: "Teacher, be careful. Block me.
In the loud voice, the sword played "Rising Sun," and it was in front of it. It should be directed at the copper bomb.
At this time, if he is retired, he will naturally be able to go at his speed, but. If he retreats, behind him, thousands of Zhuji monks attached to the Rising Sun Peak. I am afraid that it will fall apart, and many of them are his fellow teachers.
A bomb exploded in front of the rising sun sword Peng Lin, a huge wave of waves, wave after wave of the defensive cover under the sun.
Rising Sun Jian Peng. Calmly standing in front, the battle is not retreating. In the eyes, it was a calm.
at this time. Peng Lin didn't regret it, and silently thought: "I am not good at words, I can't get the dominance of the battlefield, I can't bring more glory to the Rising Sun, but I am me. As long as I am there, as long as I am a sunburst, Peng Lin does not fall. I don’t want to hurt the younger brothers behind me..."
Peng Lin’s insistence on the time for the retreat of the younger brothers after the retreat, the sun rises from the Rising Sun’s monks, and quickly withdrew from the battlefield. The last batch of retreating disciples screamed and shouted: "Master, withdraw, and withdraw."
Peng Lin’s heart was loose, and she was pleased to see these disciples returning.
Immediately, waves of waves, huge waves of air, one heavy and one heavy, and huge power, passed through the sword net in front.
Peng Lin couldn't help but close her eyes and flashed a thought: "Bao Wen, don't blame the brother, do your best for the brother...", immediately, the eyes are black.
The sound of a huge explosion, the huge air and waves, the tall and steady body of the Rising Sun Sword was thrown high, like a ball, rushed to the sky by the gas waves.
In the bang, the sun sword sword body can not support first, the spirit sword disintegrated, turned into pieces, falling into the air.
Immediately, Peng Lin was also like a balloon that was up and down. In the boundless air, it was smashed, and even blood and flesh, turned into a wave of air, completely disappeared between heaven and earth.
Rising Sun Jian Peng Lin, hey!
Behind Peng Lin, the disciple of Xu Rifeng, Qi Qi screamed: "Master brother..."
I don't know which disciple, singing loudly: "Qingyun Chan Chan, 乣缦缦兮; Ming tomorrow, rotten star Chen; Sun and Moon Guanghua, Dan Fudan 兮; day and month have regular, stars have a line; moved to Xiansheng, do not listen to; It’s like drums, Xuan’s dance, Sun Moonlight, and Hong’s battle...

The songs are small and large, and gradually slam into the clouds.
There are monks with tears: "Gong Gong sent to the master brother", other monks have fallen to Peng Lin, sing songs, tears.
Intelligence: "The corpse magic field red sword, detonated three hundred copper corpses, self-destruction for centuries accumulation, Rising Sun Jian Peng Lin, death does not retreat, after saving the two thousand children of Rising Sun Peak, can not support the explosion of the waves, hehe!"
Above the Qingyun battle, the earthquake is general.
On the list of Qingyun's martial arts, the Rising Sun sword ranked second, only under the Qingyun sword Liu Peijie ~EbookFREE.me~ At this time, actually fell into the battlefield.
Although the Rising Sun Sword saved two thousand of the same door, but for Qingyunmen, the gains and losses, but it is difficult to say clearly.
When the war started, the war situation could not be controlled. Before the war, no one thought that the corpse Tian Hongjian could be self-destructed and accumulated three hundred bronze corpses.
Before the war, no one would have thought that the Rising Sun sword, which usually looks like a square, would actually save the door.
Jin Dan on both sides, after receiving the report, they were silent.
At this time, no one knows, no one dares to conclude, in front of the battlefield, where the war will go.
Who can expect the final result?
Even if it is a monk of Jindan, even if they are the immortals in the eyes of mortals, at this moment, on the battlefield, it seems that there are layers of fog, and the battle has evolved so fast that they can't see the trend.
When the corpse of Red Devils rushed to the battlefield in the middle of the road, Sun Hao came out and appeared in the middle. (To be continued)