After confirming that there was no threat, Li Yan accelerated again.
The only person following behind him was Wuye, who had been silent all this time. Seeing Li Yan's speed drop dramatically, spiritual power surged through him, and he accelerated at the same time, and he followed closely.
Even if the monks form a team to attack, they are very different from the attack of the mortal army. The distance between two soldiers of the mortal army is often only five or six feet, or even closer.
The monks are fast and have a large attack range, so even if they are moving forward in formation, when they are close to the enemy, they will consciously leave at least fifty feet away from others in front, back, left, and right to avoid being affected by each other.
Even if there are only a hundred or ten people, spread out horizontally in an instant, it is still a huge momentum.
If they are monks who are good at advanced combined attacks, they will maintain their most comfortable attack distance. A distance of two hundred miles.
Both the north and the south were rushing forward, but in just five breaths, Li Yan was the first to collide with the other monk, like the tip of an arrow, surrounded by enemies on three sides.
Before these monks had time to surround Li Yan, the monks behind Li Yan also rushed towards him like meteors. The battle reached its peak in an instant, and the explosions that had just subsided began to sound continuously again.
Scoops, curses, screams, and Dharma Treasure collisions resounded throughout the world in just an instant.
Groups of red, green, purple, or blue light groups of various colors shuttled through the air and shot, and the next moment they collided with the target, making a dull or sharp whistle.
Faced with Li Yan's head-to-head fight, the more than 20 demon soldiers who were controlling the Nanhai monks five miles away were a little stunned.
"Does Brother Fengliang Mountain want to commit suicide?"
Although they are both Foundation Establishment monks, more than 300 monks from both sides faced each other head-on, and the power was such that the earth shook and the sky was filled with rays of light.
The person who fought against Li Yan was a young Nanhai monk. The moment he saw Li Yan and their figures, his eyes immediately turned into two pitch-black black holes, and he immediately fell into madness.
Seeing Li Yan colliding with him, the monk suddenly shot up into the sky, while Li Yan rushed forward, bent his elbow forward, and hit the air with one elbow.
The monk in the sky had his hands spread out like a roc, with golden light flashing between his hands. He raised his arms and raised his head and feet, and his hands turned into a pair of bronze Demon Beast sharp claws.
On the hands covered with scales, the fingers were like iron hooks, and there was blue light beating between the five fingers. From the hands in the arms, "Zizzizi..." Ten blue thin lines came out from the claws, crossing and slashing towards the back of Li Yan's head.
The Li Yan below had just leaned forward and bent his elbow to hit the target. In the bloodthirsty eyes of the monks in the sky, ten blue thin lines intertwined with each other to form a cross-iron net, which instantly cut on the back of Li Yan's head.
The aerial monk's mind fell into madness, but this state stimulated his murderous nature even more, and excitement flashed in his eyes.
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But before he could be happy, a figure appeared above his head like a ghost from a higher place on his suspended body.
It was Li Yan. His face was expressionless, and his body sank suddenly. He also hit him with his elbow, but this time it was from top to bottom, using the force of his body's fall.
There was a loud sound of "Bang!", the excitement in the monk's eyes had not disappeared, and the whole head had turned into a blood mist, exploding in the air.
Li Yan was incredibly fast, and the tip of his elbow hit the opponent's Tianling Cap hard. It was only then that the afterimage of Li Yan below slowly disappeared.
After killing his opponent, Li Yan's figure flashed and he was in front of another Nanhai monk. He didn't even pay attention to the Storage Pouch on the monk just now.
He has been in Fengliang Mountain for some time, and of course he knows that there are very few Dharma Treasure and spiritual stones among these Nanhai monks Storage Pouch, and they have been robbed by those demonic cultivators.
Even if the demon cultivator takes a fancy to the good natal Dharma Treasure, it will be taken away at the expense of his cultivation.
The monk just now was probably just a physical cultivator, the kind of physical cultivator who cultivated with the power of Demon Beast, swallowed the refined demon core, and cultivated a method similar to some kind of domineering Demon Beast body.
This physical practitioner should practice some kind of raptor Demon Beast method. They usually don't use Dharma Treasure, of course, if there are ten-minute Dharma Treasure exceptions.
Li Yan This time, the kill was incredibly fast, giving no opportunity for the rear demon cultivator to react, let alone letting the cultivator immediately self-destruct when the situation was bad.
Although the demon cultivators in the rear had already received the desperate attack order for this attack, allowing them to fully activate the forbidden orders on the Nanhai monks, they could not let the monks self-destruct as soon as they came up.
What's more, the monk's instigation of spiritual power to self-destruct cannot be completed instantly. One or two breaths are still needed.
The Devil Race army has been fighting against the Fengliang Mountain monks for some time now. The Fengliang Mountain monks have long been wary of this. As long as they are not tightly entangled by the opponent or are seriously injured themselves, they can still escape the explosion range.
At the moment when Li Yan fought with the opponent, the monks behind him also found their opponents.
Wuye followed Li Yan. When a woman in her thirties was about to block Li Yan, he intercepted her. The female cultivator's originally delicate face was now distorted and her eyes were no longer clear.
Although she was already crazy, her fighting instinct was not lost at all. She sensed the moment when her Qi was locked by Wuye.
A transverse flute in his hand was quickly put to his lips, and an invisible sound wave struck Wuye. Wuye chose this female cultivator because he had taken a fancy to this person who had also reached the realm of fake elixir and was a great threat to his own side.
At this time, he didn't care that the other party was Desolate Moon Continent monk, some kind of female cultivator, and a banned monk was no different from a murderous puppet.
Wuye waved the bamboo stick lightly in his hand, and a shadow of the stick appeared in front of him. There was a crisp "ding" sound, and a dark light flashed like a poisonous snake on the stick shadow, and it was swung away.
Wuye's speed increased sharply again, and a circle of staff shadows in front of him seemed to be closed to protect his whole body.
"Ding, ding, ding..." A series of sounds continued to sound, and dark lights were continuously knocked away by the shadow of the staff. At first, it was just a sound. When Wuye took the second step, the impact sounds were connected into one, dense as rain.
The female cultivator's flute also changed from an inaudible whimper at the beginning to a high-pitched whistle in a short period of time.
Wuye's forward figure was also slightly sluggish, and the dark light in front of his eyes was like a tide. He was forced to stop for a moment, and at this time Li Yan had already killed one person, and his figure flashed towards another person.
There were also a series of sounds of clothes piercing the air on both sides of Wuye, and several more figures had surpassed him and pounced on the crowd on the opposite side.
Seeing that Li Yan succeeded, and someone rushed forward ahead of him, Wuye frowned, holding the staff in one hand, and quietly patted Storage Pouch on his waist with the other hand, and a green shadow rushed out from the side of the shadow of the staff like lightning.
At this time, there was only about twenty feet between him and the female cultivator. The female cultivator opposite was holding the flute in her hand, and her whole body was filled with spiritual energy. Suddenly, her figure swayed and she left the place.
There was a sharp sound of "", and a long red core penetrated the place where the female cultivator was standing, but it was empty.
Then, a long green snake appeared there, staring at the female cultivator a few feet away with a pair of cold eyes.
With just this moment of buffering, Wuye rushed in front of the female cultivator in a flash. Although his movement skills were not as good as Li Yan, he was still among the top at the same level.
Suddenly, the bamboo stick in his hand was raised from bottom to top towards the female cultivator's lower abdomen. The female cultivator moved the flute downwards, and the sticks and flutes intersected. With a "bang" sound, the two of them swayed, and their cultivation levels were actually about half a catty.
The female cultivator's figure used this force to float backwards. While floating backwards, the female cultivator also slapped Storage Pouch, and a black earthen jar the size of a fist appeared behind her.
The black earthen jar looks quite ugly, like a beggar catching rain to quench his thirst. There are unknown dirt on it, like a hairless dog, with spots on it.
When the black earthen jar flew behind the female cultivator's head, the bottom of the jar was already facing upwards, with the dirty brown mouth facing downwards. The spots squirmed, and a strong stench sprayed diagonally downward, hitting the female cultivator herself.
The moment the stench appeared, the space behind the female cultivator fluctuated, and a long green snake was revealed, shaking its head and tail, and it was about to take a bite.
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It was only two inches away from the female cultivator's shoulder. The moment the stench came out, the long green snake quickly retreated, shaking its head constantly, and it was already a little shaky in flight.
Neither the female cultivator nor Wuye seemed to notice this. The female cultivator reacted so quickly, which was beyond Wuye's expectation.
Just now, from the first attack of "Jade Phosphorus Snake" released by the opponent, to his sudden close attack, and at the same time commanding "Jade Phosphorus Snake" to hide and sneak attack again, it was all completed in one breath.
The female cultivator who seemed to have lost her mind was so rich in combat experience that she was able to defeat Wuye's three killing moves with just instinct.
This made Wuye's original idea of quickly solving his opponent come to nothing.
Li Yan All the monks on their side know that this time they are fighting with the opponent, they must strike with all their strength and fight quickly.
Now they have no danger to defend, and the number of monks has been greatly reduced. They are almost in a two-on-one situation, not to mention that there are also many demon cultivators involved.
In one-on-one situations, they may not be opponents of the demonic cultivators, so they wanted to kill some of the other cultivators first and take the opportunity to restore the situation.
In fact, this is the last resort. If the opponent gives Li Yan a little more effort, they can at least deploy many small formations at their original positions. They can also take advantage of the situation to defend, which is much better than the current battle situation.
But the Devil Race race has too much experience in fighting. They continue to invade one interface after another. They are simply not comparable to the comfortable Desolate Moon Continent monks.
The Devil Race army has mastered the use of various battle formations for both long-range and close attacks.
If the "Thunder Thunder" were not too powerful, the aftermath would have caused a large number of casualties to the monks. If the demon cultivators did not retreat, Li Yan and the others might not even have time to fly out of the gravel mountain.
But such a quick decision can only be imagined, except for people like Li Yan, Gong Yuantai and others who have fought against Devil Race who are mentally prepared.
Wuye, these monks who were fighting against the demonic cultivators for the first time, had underestimated. At least they underestimated the combat power of the Nanhai monks who had lost their mind, so most of the monks fell into a deadlock and struggled hard from the beginning.
Under the stimulation of the ban, these Nanhai monks are constantly stimulating the potential in their bodies at all times. At this time, their sensory sensitivity and spiritual power operation have reached their peak, and they are more sensitive to external stimulation.
However, this situation cannot last forever. Every moment they are using their own longevity to stimulate stimulation. For half a stick of incense at most, the weak Nanhai monks will age and die without being attacked by the other party.
A strong monk will not be able to survive a stick of incense, but this time is enough to kill or consume the Fengliang Mountain monk.
Wu Ye means that he has stepped into a cognitive misunderstanding invisibly.