Above the night sky, the crescent moon is like a hook, and under the night sky, two strong magic circles of different origins and mysterious anomalies collide fiercely together, like two hard flints, once they collide, sparks splash everywhere.

Yasuo raised the long sword in his hand flat on his chest, and his steps kept stopping, each step was louder than the previous step, accumulating a stronger momentum, and slammed towards the flowerless monk on the opposite side. The long sword broke through the air in front of him, and a whirlwind seemed to follow.

Stepping forward and slashing, Yasuo used his best powerful attack move at the beginning of the battle, and did not spare his hand at all.

For Yasuo's sharp blow, the Monk Wuhua did not have the slightest expression on his face, and held the Zen staff tightly in his hand, and at the moment when Yasuo rushed to the front, the Monk Wuhua was covered in a dark bronze light, and the Zen staff in his hand slammed into Yasuo's chest like a poisonous snake, and the sharp sword that attacked in front of him was completely invisible.

"Dang" and "Dong" two muffled sounds in a row came from the bodies of Monk Wuhua and Yasuo almost at the same time, and neither of them dodged the blow just now, but they all met it straight up.

After the sound, I saw that a three-inch-long wound on the chest of the flowerless monk was cut out raw, but the strange thing was that there was no blood seeping on the wound, but with the flash of the dark copper-colored light, the wound on the chest of the flowerless monk was slowly healing on its own.

Yasuo, who was opposite the flowerless monk, used his chest to block the heavy staff of the flowerless monk, and when the Zen staff was approaching, he saw an invisible armor suddenly emerge from Yasuo's body, firmly protecting Yasuo in the middle.

However, the invisible armor on Yasuo's body did not protect him completely, and the mad wand method of the flowerless monk could be blocked so easily.

I saw the bronze Zen staff hit the invisible armor fiercely, and then an invisible huge force made the Zen staff deeply embedded in the armor, and the armor around the Zen staff cracked one after another, and it seemed that it was about to be completely shattered in the blink of an eye. Yasuo, who was hit hard by this staff, although the invisible armor on his body dissipated most of the strength, the huge impact force still made him vomit vermilion.

However, the injuries on the two did not prevent the two from continuing to fight, and after breathing a sigh of relief, Monk Wuhua and Yasuo pounced on each other again.

The Flowerless Monk is still a mad wand method with a wide opening and closing, and the long sword in Yasuo's hand is slashing towards the Flowerless Monk with a slight whirlwind. I don't know why, or I don't want to, or I can't, the two people who are in the fierce battle only move around a little in a small area, but they don't leave the battle group.

The mad wand method in the hand of the flowerless monk opened and closed with great power, enveloping Yasuo's body within a week, no matter how Yasuo dodged, he could not avoid being hit hard by the flowerless monk's iron rod.

Similarly, the Zen staff in the hand of the flowerless monk seems to be extremely heavy, with this Zen staff in his hand, the flowerless monk can't avoid the dazzling long sword in front of him at all, so Yasuo almost every sword stabbed into the body of the flowerless monk.

Everything seemed to be a repetition of the initial blow, the flowerless monk smashed Yasuo's body one by one, and the invisible armor that always shrouded Yasuo's body could always remove a few points of gravity from the flowerless monk's Zen staff, but the remaining strength made the corners of Yasuo's mouth keep reddening.

Similarly, almost every sword of Yasuo stabbed at the body of the flowerless monk, but the dark copper-colored light that lit up from time to time on his body was always able to block Yasuo's long sword from the body, and the sharp sword alone could always cut a few inches long on the body of the flowerless monk, although the dark copper-colored light could stop the blood from flowing out in time, but the wounds were still terrifying.

Just when Yasuo and Monk Wuhua were in a stalemate, the others were not idle, and Tedamir rushed forward after Yasuo, and it was Zhang Jiyu, who had never given Liang Dong a good face, who stopped him.

The barbarian Tedamir is tall, almost two meters three or four, and a huge long knife in his hand looks extremely eye-catching.

The giant long knife was picked up by the tall Tedamir like a toothpick, with great ease. The giant long knife brought a whistling wind and slashed fiercely at Zhang Jiyu who was coming over on the opposite side.

Zhang Jiyu was almost half a meter shorter than Taydamir, and the tall Taydamir savagely rushed over, and in the blink of an eye, it was already full of Zhang Jiyu's entire eye sockets.

Zhang Jiyu knew that he couldn't be compared with people like Wuhua Monk and Taidamir who specialized in foreign skills, so he took the path of overcoming rigidity with softness.

I saw that the long sword on Zhang Jiyu's waist was instantly sheathed, like a match, and rolled towards the giant long knife in Taidamir's hand. Although the long sword in Zhang Jiyu's hand is not a soft sword, but the sword turns yin and yang, which is a means that every Taoist disciple can master some fur. An elite disciple of the Taoist sect like Zhang Jiyu is even more powerful with a long sword.

Just when Taydamir rushed in front of Zhang Jiyu, he heard a loud shout suddenly coming from Taydamir's mouth: "Whirlwind Slash!"

A loud shout made Zhang Jiyu's figure stiffen, although it was only in the blink of an eye, but Zhang Jiyu knew in his heart that this knife could not be avoided.

Zhang Jiyu's face was still grim, and the long sword in his hand increased his speed at this time, and he rushed straight towards Taidamir's giant broadsword.

Suddenly, Zhang Jiyu, whose face was cold, moved, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly. The next moment, a majestic mana came from behind him, and the yellow talisman that had been pinched in the palm of his hand instantly turned into ashes.

Just when the long sword in Zhang Jiyu's hand and the giant long knife in Taidamir's hand collided together, a dazzling thunderbolt came out of Zhang Jiyu's palm, and the long sword in Zhang Jiyu's hand surged into Taidamir's body in an instant.

The speed of the thunder light was difficult for the naked eye to reach Tydamir's body in the blink of an eye, but the invisible armor on Tydamir's body appeared the moment the thunder light came. I only heard a soft sound of "Zila", and the invisible armor on Tydamir's body was split through a small hole the size of a thumb, and he Tydamir's whole person couldn't help but freeze in place.

Zhang Jiyu was also uncomfortable, it was precisely because the invisible armor on Taidamir's body just now blocked his lightning blow for half a breath, and Zhang Jiyu was forced to make such a fierce knife from Taidamir.

Fortunately, the power of thunder and lightning finally made Taidamir pause, and Zhang Jiyu only took fifty percent of Taidamir's strength in the end. Even so, Zhang Jiyu's palms were still numb from the shock, his five organs were shaken, and the whole person took several steps backwards in a row before completely unloading this force.

Zhang Jiyu touched the blood stains on his mouth, and looked at Tydamir not far away, this time he was not so impulsive, the other party obviously used a strong move from the beginning, and wanted to defeat himself, but he couldn't give him such a chance.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Jiyu drummed up the true power in his body, instantly took out three talisman seals in his left hand, and after concentrating on most of the true qi, he gently stuck to the hilt of the long sword in his right hand, and rushed over again against Taidamir, who had already relieved his breath.

Taidamir looked at Zhang Jiyu who rushed up, his eyes narrowed, and his mind of vigilance had risen. The thunder light that suddenly shot out from Zhang Jiyu's sword body just now directly dispersed the killing intent accumulated in Taidamir's body, so that Taidamir could no longer continue to attack, and now he was a little afraid of the power of thunder and lightning in Zhang Jiyu's hand, and the invisible armor on his body had already let him take the initiative to release it.

The giant broadsword invited Tydamir to wield it lightly, and the huge blade made some of the exquisite swordsmanship in Zhang Jiyu's hand completely unable to perform, and he could only keep wandering around Tydamir's body, and the long sword in his hand struck together with the giant broadsword in Tydamir's hand from time to time, and released the power of thunder and lightning in his hand every once in a while, stopping Tydamir who wanted to get out again.

When Taidamir and Zhang Jiyu were fighting fiercely, Brand on the other side also launched an offensive against the one in front of him. Unlike melee warriors like Tydamir and Yasuo, Brand is a typical mage, and a typical fire mage, with an offensive spell of water in his hand.

As a fire-based mage known for his attack power, Brand has a flamewood staff in his hand, and a red fire-type magic crystal on the top of the staff reflects his fire-red mage robe, which is particularly conspicuous.

With Ruiz standing behind him, the rumored strongest man of the Eternal Squad opposite Brand, Qingyu Daoren, did not have the slightest fear in his heart. The staff pointed at Qing Yu, and a red light immediately shot straight at Qing Yu.

Qing Yu frowned slightly, and the Qinggang long sword in his hand waved at the red light, which instantly dispersed the red light. The next moment, the red light that had been dispersed turned into a red hot mist between breaths, directly enveloping Qingyu's head.

However, all this seemed to be Qing Yu's expectation, and the long sword in his hand drew an oblique half-arc, and the red hot mist was immediately directed to the other side, and finally fell to the ground, baking the bluestone slab on the ground into a charred black.