"Isn't it, again?"

Yan Zhaoge rolled his eyelids, the situation in front of him was very similar to when he arrived at the Canghai Great World for the second time before. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ah Hu and Feng Yunsheng beside him couldn't help but squint at Yan Zhaoge.

"Childe, why are we going to war wherever we go?" asked Ah Hu with a grin.

Yan Zhaoge replied angrily: "How would I know?"

Slightly better than last time, his group did not fall directly in the center of the battlefield this time, and faced attacks from both warring sides at the same time.

However, the battle in front of him was even more fierce than the previous conflict between the Guiling Sect and the Green Snake Island.

The two warring sides have completely fought the real fire, killing rivers of blood, Yan Zhaoge and the others can see corpses everywhere when they look around.

Blood had accumulated on the ground, which had tended to dry up, like a black swamp.

In the sky, it was the martial artists of the Great Grandmaster realm who were fighting fiercely, fighting with the wind and clouds, and the sky and the earth were cracking.

On the ground, there are martial artists with low cultivation, who are also fighting fiercely, and the scene is even more tragic.

The brilliance flashed on the horizon in the distance, and the majestic power that shook people's hearts kept stirring, Yan Zhaoge raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that there were powerhouses in the Martial Saint Realm fighting there.

Although they were thousands of miles away, Yan Zhaoge and the others could also feel that the ground under their feet was constantly shaking.

Both the deity and the Northern Darkness clone converged their voices, and Yan Zhaoge carefully looked at the two sides that were fighting in front of him.

For Yan Zhaoge, the cultivation strength of the people in front of him is not very high, but he can also see a lot of things.

Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu looked at it for a while, and their expressions were much more solemn.

"In the upper realm, it is really extraordinary, in addition to the more abundant aura, most of the martial artists here are also excellent. Ah Hu muttered: "I don't know what the roots of these people in front of me are, but the martial arts they have displayed are placed in the Eight Great Worlds, even if they are not as good as the descendants of the Holy Land, but they are by no means comparable to the martial arts inherited by those first- and second-rate forces." ”

Feng Yunsheng pondered for a moment: "According to Zhao Ge's relays of what Old Man Mo said, in the upper realm, although there are many missing inheritance essences before the Great Destruction, they are more and more complete than those of the Eight Great Worlds. ”

"There is even a Dao lineage like the Youming Holy Sect that has not been broken, and the level of martial arts in this place is higher than that of the Eight Great Worlds. ”

She looked around: "The aura here is so abundant, and there are many heavenly and earthly treasures, and the natural resources are also much richer than those of the Eight Great Worlds. ”

Ah Hu looked at the two warring parties: "One of the people and horses on one side is in an orderly manner, and it looks like a bit of a soldier array......

Yan Zhaoge didn't speak, he felt the same way.

I saw a group of armored warriors, gathered together, although the cultivation realm was not outstanding, but they formed a formation, and the blood was monstrous, as if Mount Tai was pressing the top to attack the enemy.

The strength of everyone is concentrated in one place, and quantitative changes cause qualitative changes, and it is clear that they are jointly exerting some kind of powerful battle array.

Thousands of body refining martial artists formed a battle formation, joined forces, and defeated a group of enemies in the Grandmaster realm on the opposite side!

On the other side, there is a great master and martial artist, and the power is sweeping, and even a thousand people battle formation cannot resist it.

However, in this military array, there are not only body refining martial artists, but also a large number of martial arts masters.

Under their guidance, the battle formation exerted stronger strength, and at the same time, it was also fed back to these grandmaster warriors, and the two sides worked together to fight against the great grandmaster opponent in front of them.

There is more than one such battle formation, and under the command of the leader, several battle formations are combined, and the strength is constantly overlapping and growing.

Although the strength of the battle array has a limit, the opponent is only a great grandmaster at the spirit level, and he was also pushed back by this steel torrent for a while.

On the side of the army, there are also great grandmasters and strong men leading the army, and there are battle formations to help each other, and the warriors on the opposite side who are fighting separately suddenly can't resist.

Yan Zhaoge looked at this scene calmly.

The higher the cultivation realm, the more difficult it will be to try to win by relying on more.

Because there are not a few battle formations, they can accommodate hundreds or thousands of martial saint powerhouses.

Not to mention the Martial Saint, it is difficult for the Great Grandmaster to form a joint force.

It seems that it is already a rare situation for him to use the Taiyi Breaking Formation to combine the power of Yan Di, Old Man Mo and other four people to fight against the Flame Demon.

But Taiyi's breaking formation is only a four-person formation.

However, when everyone's level is relatively low, a huge number of low-level cultivators form a group, and it is indeed possible to make up for the gap in the cultivation realm with the number, and the scene in front of you is the best interpretation.

Scanning the audience, Yan Zhaoge's gaze suddenly condensed slightly: "Hmm, the opening is happy, it's smoother than I expected......"

The situation was unclear, and the identities of the warring parties were not even clear, Yan Zhaoge had no intention of interfering, but only waited for the war to subside a little, and then grabbed someone to inquire about the news.

But when he took a closer look, he suddenly found a middle-aged man dressed in black.

This middle-aged man in black, although he was already a cultivator in the realm of a great grandmaster, but the other party also had a leading figure of a great grandmaster who was dressed in armor and looked like a school captain staring at him.

Outnumbered, this middle-aged man in black was suddenly in danger, and when Yan Zhaoge found him, he was being stabbed in the chest with a shot!

The reason that attracted Yan Zhaoge's attention was that this person was dressed in the same way as Liang Zhichao, the Dark Sect martial artist who died in the Dragon Tomb.

This is likely to be a Dark Sect martial artist as well.

On the battlefield, in the face of the enemy's military formation, the side of this Dark Sect warrior had already begun to rout, and they each fled.

The middle-aged man in black was shot and fell to the ground, and a young man in brocade beside him was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick him up, then turned around and ran away.

Seeing that the opponent began to disperse, the armoured army also dispersed, and began to chase and kill the fleeing enemy, for them, the opponent's head was a meritorious achievement.

The young man in brocade fled all the way with the middle-aged man in black on his back, crossing the mountains and mountains.

I don't know how long he fled, there was no one in front of him, and he just wanted to stop to catch his breath, when a thunderous voice suddenly sounded behind him.

The brocade-clothed young man looked back in shock, and saw a great grandmaster leading the team, and a group of armored warriors had already caught up.

The other party looked at the middle-aged man in black behind him, and a smile appeared on his face: "The traitor of the Dark Sect is worth more than other rebels. ”

The enemy's iron hooves instantly arrived in front of him, and the young man in brocade turned pale with a look of despair: "Am I going to die here today?"

Thinking in his heart, he saw a flower in front of him.

Those armor-clad warriors also saw a flower in front of them, but they found that there was a handsome young man in a white robe and a black-edged blue shirt in the mountains and forests, blocking their target.

The knives and guns in their hands fell, and the other party did not move at all, just stood quietly with their hands behind their backs.

The next moment, all the armored warriors flew out upside down, blood spurting from their mouths, and they were dying.

Yan Zhaoge's expression was as usual, he turned his head to look at the middle-aged man in black who had been seriously injured and unconscious, and then moved his gaze to the young man in brocade who was still a little confused: "You are also a descendant of the Dark Sect?" (To be continued.) )