3178: C3178 Intense Battle

C3178 Intense Battle

Seeing that the counterattack had failed, the Foundation Establishment cultivator clenched his fists, veins popping out on his arms. They had already started fighting. He had only gathered less than fifteen demonic cultivators.

But what about the Purple Frost Sect?

Although there were more than ten people maintaining the formation. . . However, there were still more than twenty people left, and their overall cultivation was higher than that of the devil cultivators.

How could they fight?

Now that there was a grand formation that could still barely hold on, if the grand formation was broken. . . The so-called counterattack in battle would probably be a one-sided slaughter!

Time slowly passed.

Although the support from the fiendish cultivators was extremely fast. . . However, the grand formation that Du Fei set up was also unknown, and it posed an extremely great threat to the fiendish cultivators grand formation.

In less than 20 breaths of time, the white fog had already been shattered, and only a thin layer remained.

Once the white fog completely disappeared, the countless lightning birds that had been accumulated by the formation, as well as the Purple Frost Sect disciples, would surround and kill at the same time. . . The devil cultivators might not even be able to hold on.

"Damn it. . . Retreat!" With a low roar, the sixth level Foundation Establishment devil cultivator retreated explosively.

Many devil cultivators retreated towards the ground one after another.

In a short period of time, they left the range of the grand formation.

It was also when they left that the grand formation of the Fiendish Cultivators was unable to bear the burden. The white fog was completely corroded by the electrical birds.

A cold light flashed in Ye Shiyu's eyes. "The formation has been broken. Kill!"

Except for the disciples and Jiang Ting who had yet to manage the formation, they followed behind Ye Shiyu and threw themselves into the ground.

The reason why the disciples who were in charge of the formation stayed behind was naturally to prevent the devil cultivators from breaking through the siege of Ye Shiyu and the others and escaping. As long as the formation outside did not disappear. . . The devil cultivators would not be able to escape!

As for Jiang Ting, he was simply too lazy to go in.

According to his analysis, the manpower that Ye Shiyu brought was enough to kill them perfectly. As long as they were careful not to let the devil cultivators escape, they would not be able to escape. Since that was the case, he would not go in either.

After all, his cultivation wasn't considered high among everyone. If he followed in, It was unknown how many devil cultivators would place their breakthrough points on him.

After all, if a group of people blocked their path, even an idiot would know that they would choose someone with a low cultivation base to break through.

As for the contributions made after killing the devil cultivators. . . He had found the stronghold, and had even sent out a precise location. The rewards he had obtained were already sufficient, so there was no need to compete with the people who had come to surround and kill him for the few contributions he had made.

He might as well stay here and rest for a while. Why would he take the risk of exposing countless trump cards and fight to the death?

Not long later.

Du Fei smiled and said, "Junior Brother, don't you want to go in and take a look?"

Jiang Ting shook his head slightly and was rather modest. "No need. My cultivation base is far inferior to the other senior brothers and sisters. It's better to stay outside and make a move, so as to prevent the devil cultivators from jumping over the wall in desperation. "

If nothing unexpected happened, Jiang Ting might be able to kill them with ease until the end.

However. . .

About half an incense stick of time later.

"Rumble. . . " The ground suddenly began to tremble rapidly, and cracks began to spread rapidly.

Jiang Ting's lips curled up. "The fight was fierce enough. "

As he spoke, he flew slightly higher.

After a while.

Streaks of bloody light suddenly shot up into the sky from the numerous cracks.

"Still thinking of escaping!" Ye Shiyu's voice, full of killing intent, rang out from underground.

Not long after, nearly fifty streaks of light flew out from the ground. . . There were Fiendish Cultivators and Purple Frost Sect disciples.

However, in comparison, the disciples of the Purple Frost Sect were calm and relaxed, while the Fiendish Cultivators were in a sorry state.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The two sides who had run out once again started fighting.

Du Fei's eyes flickered, and he wasn't distracted at all. Together with the others, he controlled the Lightning Bird to attack the Fiendish Cultivator.

Because there were more people from the Purple Frost Sect, the Fiendish Cultivator was being suppressed.

"It's you?" A surprised voice sounded.

When Jiang Ting heard this, he quietly turned his head and saw a ferocious-looking devil cultivator staring at him with fiery eyes.

Fifth level Foundation Establishment devil cultivator, Liang Wenqiang.

Jiang Ting smiled and said, "You recognize me. "

"No wonder this place was exposed. . . . I will kill you!" Liang Wenqiang's fury soared. He unleashed a blood fiend that forced his opponent to retreat as if he didn't care about his own life, and then lunged at Jiang Ting.

Although Jiang Ting and Liang Wenqiang changed their appearance when they met earlier. . . But, their auras didn't change.

At a close distance, Liang Wenqiang sensed Jiang Ting's aura. Just a little thought and one would know that this gathering point was suddenly surrounded and encircled. Clearly, it was Jiang Ting following him that exposed it.

"Who did you provoke?" With a whisper, Jiang Ting quietly retreated. He originally thought that he could quietly watch the show until the end. He did not expect that Liang Wenqiang actually wanted to attack him even if he did not care about his own life.

"Junior disciple Jiang, don't be anxious. A mere fiend path thief can't overturn the heavens. " The fifth-stage Foundation Establishment Purple Frost Sect disciple who was forced to retreat laughed coldly. He rapidly approached and unleashed a series of spells.

Liang Wenqiang who was just about to give chase could only stop his figure and counterattack. Roar: "Damn it. . . Even if I die, I'll kill you too!"

After clashing with that Purple Frost Sect disciple, Liang Wenqiang suddenly took out a blood red bead and directly smashed it onto the ground.

A bloody mist rose, the resentful souls wailing.

"The attacks that the Purple Frost Sect disciple sent out, as well as the lightning birds that supported the attack, were actually all forced back by the bloody mist one after another.

The expression of the Purple Frost Sect disciples darkened. "What is it?"

"Go to hell!" Liang Wenqiang laughed nastily and directly pounced into the blood mist. Immediately, the blood mist spread crazily like the wind.

Everywhere it passed, magic treasures and electric birds were actually all repelled.

Because the speed of expansion was too fast, Jiang Ting was instantly enveloped by the blood mist.

Unexpectedly, within the blood mist, there was not an omnipresent blood mist. Instead, it was a field that had been split up. . . More like, it was a battlefield that had been split up.

Liang Wenqiang's fists' magical force surged. "Kid, I'll shatter your bones one by one, and shatter your flesh and blood. Cut them off piece by piece! "

Jiang Ting swept a glance at the bloody mist, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Outside.

The disciple of the Purple Frost Sect had attacked several times but to no avail. He could only shout in a low voice. "Junior disciple Jiang, hold on! Defend yourself. . . I'll deal with the others first. "1

It was obvious that the man had decided to help kill the others first since he couldn't break the blood mist. After that, he would send some people out to help Jiang Ting.

It wasn't that he wanted to see Jiang Ting die in front of his eyes. Instead, it was better to fight for more free hands than to break through the blood mist.

Furthermore, in his opinion, since Jiang Ting had become Daoist Fresh Breeze's disciple, it was better for him to get more free people as soon as possible. He was now at the third level of Foundation Establishment. Putting aside whether or not he could defeat Liang Wenqiang, borrowing the sword formation, temporarily protecting himself should not be a problem.

Inside the blood mist.

Jiang Ting saw the Purple Frost Sect disciple's movements and the corners of his mouth twitched again. Now that things had come to this, he had no choice but to make a move.

It was not his style to take a beating and not fight back. It was also not his character.

As for whether he could win or not. . . He would only know after fighting!

"Brat, go to hell!" Following that hideous face, Liang Wenqiang waved his hand. Several blood-colored claws smacked over towards Jiang Ting.

The smell of blood was full, as if it was some kind of demonic magic. It was just unknown how powerful it was.

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