World of Cultivation

Not far away, several Xuankong Temple scouts were cruising around, looking around with vigilant faces, looking for signs of the enemy.

"Do it now?" The orange-haired demon turned his head and asked Shu Long.

"Shut up!" Awen squeezed out two words through his teeth and glared at the orange-haired demon.

This idiot actually spoke at this time! So undisciplined!

Shu Long looked helplessly at the orange-haired demon who was looking at him eagerly, and could only shake his head and said softly: "Wait a little longer."

"We still have to wait..." The orange-haired demon muttered as he flattened his mouth.

Shulong said patiently: "They haven't entered our attack range yet, which is not conducive to us launching a surprise attack."

The orange-haired demon completely ignored Awen's contemptuous gaze and asked with a confused look on his face: "Why do we want to raid?"

Awen couldn't help but said: "Idiot, it's easier to succeed in a surprise attack!"

The orange-haired demon responded and suddenly realized: "I understand, I'm afraid you can't beat me."

"You can't beat me!" Awen was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, his fur suddenly exploded.

"Why do you need to make a surprise attack when you can beat him?" The orange-haired demon looked at Awen strangely, with a "you are so weird" expression on his face.

"You know nothing! This is a tactic!" Awen was a little dizzy by the orange-haired demon.

"You're just afraid that you won't be able to defeat him!" The orange-haired demon had a determined expression and looked at Awen sideways with unclear meaning.

As soon as Awen caught the orange-haired demon's strange gaze, blood rushed to his forehead: "Come on, let's have a fight!"

The people around looked at the two people who were incomprehensible with their mouths open.

The orange-haired demon shook his head like a rattle.

"Are you afraid?" Awen looked disdainful.

The orange-haired demon shook his head: "I won't fight with someone who is afraid that I can't beat the enemy."

Awen was so angry that he said, "You..."

Shulong's head was full of dark things, and he decided not to lead a team with these two people next time. After glancing at the spy who had obviously noticed the movement here, Shu Long said helplessly: "Let's fight, let's fight!"

"That's right, with a genius like me, there's no need for a surprise attack at all." The orange-haired demon was so proud that he took the lead and pounced towards the opponent's sentinel.

"Idiot..." The furious Awen gritted his teeth and rushed towards the opponent like an arrow from a string.

The two of them were like two angry arrows, rushing at the front.

Seeing this, the others rushed out together.

The sentinels of Xuankong Temple are all elites in the war department. They have received strict training since childhood, have rich combat experience, have been together for more than five years, and have a tacit understanding of cooperation.

They didn't panic at all, and quickly formed a battle formation. The unique chanting sound of Zen meditation brought various lights to appear on them.

Dazzling scriptures circulated around them endlessly, and their expressions were calm and calm.

The leader of the team looked at the charging enemy, with a flash of disapproval in his eyes. He had experienced many battles and had solid combat qualities. The enemy looked menacing, but the battle formation was out of touch and the coordination was completely substandard.

Could this be Biehan's team?

The captain felt relieved for some reason. You know, although Biehan is not well-known outside, everyone in Xuankong Temple knows about it, not to mention the notorious Nie tribe. Everyone's heart felt like a stone was weighing on them, so heavy that they could hardly breathe. Biehan was a general at the same level as Master Jiang Zhe!

The group of guys who rushed up were not evil tribesmen, they were probably cannon fodder for Biehan's men.

He suddenly remembered that there was another general named Gongsun with Biehan. He couldn't remember the name of this general, and most people didn't remember it. But from the captain's point of view, this has nothing to do with it.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.

The captain shouted: "No phase!"

I saw all kinds of brilliance on their bodies, suddenly spinning rapidly, and inexplicable power taking shape.

The orange-haired demon and Awen felt that countless lights in the foreground quickly collapsed and rotated towards the center, forming a colorful vortex. A powerful force emerged from the vortex, pulling them to fly towards the vortex.

"Wow wow wow, what is this? I've never seen it before! Fireworks? It's so beautiful! You have some skills! It's a pity that you met this genius.

Let this genius tell you what the true meaning of fighting is..." He spit out a lot of words quickly, his orange flame-like hair fluttering.

"Shut up! You idiot!" Awen, who was not far away, couldn't help but yell.

The orange-haired demon turned his face and said seriously: "You can never understand the thinking of a genius. That's why you can't become a genius." After saying that, he immediately turned his face and said proudly towards the Xuankong Temple: "Mortals, tremble!"

"Shut up!" Awen's forehead veins jumped and his expression became even more ferocious.

The two bickered, but their hands moved very quickly.

A layer of faint white flames floated all over the orange-haired demon. The color of this layer of flames was extremely light and almost transparent. His expression was extremely exaggerated, he was yelling, spreading his arms, and chattering incessantly.

A layer of black flames flowed around Awen's body, as rich as black ink, beating faintly with a unique rhythm. This layer of black flame was deeper and more intense than his previous murderous intent, and it had no breath at all, as if it were harmless.

"Genius's genius attack, genius's invincible flesh and fire bombs!" The orange-haired demon spread his arms with white flames all over his body, like an out-of-bore cannonball, dragging a white light tail, and rushed directly towards the opponent's battle formation!

"Kill!" Awen suddenly shouted angrily and stepped forward to stab the spear! His movements were smooth and full of beauty, and the black flames all over his body poured into the black spear. The tip of the spear turned into a silent black light and sank into the center of the colorful vortex.

How stupid!

The captain sneered, it was so stupid for just two people to attack the battle formation!

Then the smile quickly solidified on his face.

boom!

The bodies of all the meditators were shaken, and all the light and scriptures on their bodies were shattered and turned into little bits of light!

How can it be?

The captain turned pale with horror, and the battle formation was broken!

The two opponents actually broke through their battle formation. Could it be that these two people are in the Nascent Soul stage?

But at this time, he could no longer think too much. The instinct formed by many years of fighting made him make the most direct counterattack. With a roar, a scripture appeared on his forehead, his expression was solemn and solemn, and Heshi's hands suddenly pushed forward.

The golden palm print came out of the palm and immediately turned into two huge golden palms, slapping the two people in the air.

These two palms were getting bigger and bigger, directly covering the orange-haired demon and Awen.

[Mighty Bright Palm]!

The scripture on his forehead became brighter and brighter, but the tips of his brows became a bit grayer.

"Captain!" A Xuankong Temple scout cried out in sorrow. The [Mighty Bright Palm] was beyond the realm of the captain. This palm consumed at least ten years of the captain's lifespan.

The other scouts all had expressions of sadness and anger on their faces, but they all knew that now was not the time to be sad, and no matter what, they could not let the captain's blow go in vain.

All kinds of fist lights, stick shadows, magic weapons, and scriptures were seen, erupting like an exploding volcano.

Their eyes were on Shu Long and others behind them. They wanted to block Shu Long and others to prevent them from supporting them.

When they saw the rest of the team's scouts, they all stopped and showed no intention of forcing their way in.

Some people who reacted quickly couldn't help but feel a bit strange in their hearts, but they were immediately filled with disdain. They were really just stragglers!

When his teammates were in urgent need of support, they didn't even have the courage to break through.

It's just a pity that the captain...

[Mighty Bright Palm] is one of the secret techniques of meditation. It is very powerful, but it requires extremely high cultivation level. It can only be fully used in the Nascent Soul stage. The captain, with his golden elixir, did not hesitate to waste his life. Everyone believed that there was no way that the two of them could survive.

The light that filled the sky dimmed in front of the two giant palms.

Snapped!

The two giant palms in the air suddenly looked like bursting bubbles, turning into two puffs of golden light.

The orange-haired demon looked dazed and confused. He was a little dizzy. The transparent flames around him dimmed a bit. He muttered subconsciously: "Hey, I seem a little dizzy..."

Awen's face was pale and there were a few scars on his body, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent as he stared at the captain of the Hanging Temple, as cold as ice.

Almost all the sentinels of Xuankong Temple were stunned at that moment!

Both of them are intact!

Shulong and others had no intention of stepping forward.

"I knew that was the case." Ming Juezi said helplessly.

"How wonderful! I feel so happy and relaxed." Cang Ze curled his lips.

"Isn't this a bit bad..." Nan Yue, who wanted to hone her magic skills, said hesitantly.

Listening to the conversation in his ears, Shu Long firmly decided to change his team to lead.

At this moment, the orange-haired demon suddenly shouted throughout the battlefield.

"Hey hey hey, don't take it from me..."

What responded to him was Awen's roar: "Kill!"

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"...

"Mine!" "Mine!" "Mine!"...

Nanyue and the others were chatting away leisurely.

"Guess who won this time?" Ming Juezi asked with a glance.

"Tie." Cangze answered directly without looking at it.

"Tie." Nanyue's eyes were directed to the battlefield, but she was admiring the battle between the two.

"Tie." The Black Smoke Demon's voice came from the black smoke.

Ming Juezi sighed: "I think it's a tie too. But don't you find it boring?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"Change teams." Cangze said.

"Change the team." Nan Yue agreed.

"Change teams." The black smoke demon's muffled voice came from the black smoke.

Shu Long, who had always been silent, couldn't help but said: "Change the team!"

Everyone's tone was crisp and sharp, but their eyes couldn't help but reveal a bit of envy. The talents of the orange-haired demon and the black smoke demon are extremely outstanding. When the two began to practice the three powers, their progress was so fast that it was jaw-dropping.

The two of them are always competing against each other.

Since the past few times, when encountering a small group of scouts like the one in front of them, there is no room for others to intervene. The two of them are like chicken blood covering the whole audience, as if there is no chance for anyone else to take action.

The power of the two people gradually became difficult for them to understand.

Whether it is the almost transparent flame of the orange-haired demon or the black flame of Awen, in the eyes of everyone, they are an extremely strange and strange power. It is obviously completely different from Sanli, but it has a bit of an adult feel.

In addition to envy, everyone's fighting spirit became even higher.

Everyone hopes to hone their strength through fighting, rather than just watching from the sidelines.

This kind of battle is just a corner of the entire battlefield.

Elsewhere, it's even worse.

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