When Li Ji fled to the northeast corner of the Xue River, he suddenly launched an attack.

Li Ji's flying sword has an attack range of between ten and two hundred and seventy feet. This is the effective controllable distance for the flying sword, but the best attack distance is between fifty and ninety feet. At this distance, the power of the flying sword and the control of the spiritual sense can be exerted to the extreme.

His current position is only a hundred feet away from the true body of a blood river monk he just deduced, and it is a good opportunity to attack.

So, amid a series of thunder explosions, thirteen flying swords rushed towards the corner where Xue Xiu was hiding.

Immediately afterwards, a follow-up sword rushed out more than a hundred feet away, got rid of the entanglement between the demon and the two monks behind him, and slightly distinguished the position. With the sound of thunder, another wave of thirteen flying swords burst out.

Lan Yip was instantly in desperate situation. It was too late to have time to change his body, and it was too late to breed a demon. The only thing he could do was order the four drops of valleys that had been lying around him to turn blood into demons to resist, but it was a mantis arm blocking the chariot. It was torn into pieces in an instant, and even his body was seriously injured. He could no longer transform into a blood hidden and showed his true body.

But immediately followed, another wave of thirteen flying swords, which grew bigger and bigger in Lan Yi's terrified eyes...

Before he fell down, his last thought was: Who released this dog, Ri's Qingkong Sword Spirit?

The blood river quickly dissipated, and dozens of demons lost their place to live and let out miserable howls. The two Tianlang monks were still confused in the sudden change. They were killed by Li Ji one by one with a far-range attack flying sword and the other with a close-fitting sword.

When dealing with ordinary monks, Li Ji had surpassed most low-level monks in all aspects. The dantian that Huang Ting Jing had completely refined, the body that was forged by thunder and fire, and the tenacity of the soul that was far more tenacious than ordinary people. In addition to the overall improvement of Linglong Tower, he is now crushing his overall strength, not just because he is a sword cultivator.

When touching the last Tianlang monk in the corpse, Li Ji was embarrassed to find that because he was too eager to pick it up, he didn't realize that the body was falling in front of the sedan chair. The four big eyes of the miserable mandarin duck were staring at his evil hands that were retracting from the waist of the corpse.

Li Ji was a wise man, and his face was thick enough by lightning. He kept his face and his heart was still beating and picked up a bloody ring and handed it over.

"On the day of the happy couple, Li Ji came in a hurry and didn't give him any generous gifts in his hurry. This ring is rich, so why not just treat me as my rejoice."

Ah Hui and Alang looked at him so hard that his eyebrows were twitching. He wanted to refuse, but he ran into Li Ji's pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but indifferent. He trembled in his heart and had to pretend to smile and accept it. He didn't dare to mention it even if he didn't say anything!

Li Ji jumped and rushed to the battle between the sword cultivators, thinking of taking this opportunity to touch a few more rings of his robes, but how could he get what he wanted?

Those Tianlang monks were not stupid. They always watched the situation of the Blood River during the fierce battle with the sword cultivators. When they saw the Blood River dissipate and several corpses fell down, they didn't understand what was going on? They shouted, turned their heads and ran away, and the two worms ran very fast and never looked back.

The so-called cruel plundering also requires distinguishing who the target is; those who like to kill do not mean they are not afraid of death; at this moment, the Tianlang monk carried forward the style of bullying the weak and fearing the strong to the extreme.

"Senior Brother Zhai leads people to guard the sedan chair. I think now, there will be no more cultivators in Tianya who are born in the robbery."

Li Ji's words are not orders, but better than orders; after all, the world of cultivation is a world that speaks based on strength. Even if he has no status, even if he has only been in the school for three years, the bloody corpse on the ground is the most convincing language.

Senior Brother Zhai nodded bitterly. Until now, he didn't know who the new junior brother was named, but he had no confidence to refute it. In this battle, if the thirty sword cultivators did not include this god of killing, there were still nine left, which was really a big loss and a big loss.

Li Ji jumped into the sky and looked around. Countless monks around him were catching each other and fighting each other. It was probably a scene where the Tianlang monks had a little upper hand, but the Lingling monk could still hold on; half an hour had passed, and there were more than 300 people left in Linglong Dao, while the Tianlang monks were left in more than 200.

If Li Ji didn't count the killing of the sedan chair, the entire fight Linglongdao killed only 100 werewolfs, but he lost nearly 200 people. The gap between the two major forces at the level of low-level cultivators is very obvious.

Low-level monks focus on laws but not on art. This is the practice purpose of almost every authentic Taoist sect. However, in troubled times, such a purpose makes low-level monks lack sufficient fighting methods. If they encounter Tianlang monks who are good at fighting, they will suffer a lot and have no suitable magic to deal with it.

In this case, the situation will improve when it reaches the golden elixir. If you enter the Nascent Soul, there will be no difference between the two sides in terms of means. Because the foundation of the authentic Taoist sect is solid, the number of people who can achieve higher cultivation is far more than that of Tianlang.

One emphasizes quality and the other weighs the weight. Each has its own advantages and interests, and there is no distinction between good and bad.

In the midst of the crowd, there was a monk riding beast, Tianlang, who was very conspicuous, shuttled back and forth, staying and staying like lightning. The beast was strange, like a giant bat, silent in its movements. With the monk's spiritual bow, he attacked the monk's sneak attack, and almost no one could avoid it.

"Another old friend!" Li Ji recognized this person. It was the Tianlang Bow Knight who tied with him during his first trip to Linglong Tower.

Nearly twenty years have passed, and the Bow Knight, who once left Li Ji helpless, no longer seems so difficult to defeat. Although he has made progress, it is somewhat unworthy of Li Ji's improvement.

Li Jicai would not appreciate each other. The question is, how can he kill with one blow? In this case, he doesn't want to fight a war of attrition with his opponent anymore.

The bat is a big trouble. It has the ability to teleport at short distances. If this ability cannot be limited and the bow knight can stay at will, then Li Ji's attack will be meaningless; but this ability cannot be continuously instantly and requires dozens of breaths to be restored. Therefore, the opportunity for Li Ji and others is after he launches the teleportation.

Li Ji was wandering in the battlefield and occasionally made a symbolic move to help the Linglong monk who was in danger, or to deal with the attack of a certain Tianlang monk on him. His principle is not to be deeply involved in fighting an opponent.

Killing people not only requires strength, but also patience; hanging the bow knight from afar will be like a tiger staring at the prey, and will never easily reveal its minions while sneaking.

During this period, the bow knight killed four more Linglong monks and injured five, but Li Ji was as cold as before and was unmoved.

A quarter of an hour later, the opportunity came quietly. Two Linglong Taoist monks were bothered to attack him by annoying his endless harassment and injury. One of the Yin-Yang Taoists used the Yin-Yang Taoist forbidden artifacts - Chaos Yin-Yang, and trapped the bow knight in a square inch. Another Shura Taoist monk immediately stepped forward and wanted to pull him into his own Shura field.

The two had already discussed and cooperated tacitly. The strategy was almost half successful, but at the last moment, the bow knight activated the space teleportation ability of the bat and escaped.
Chapter completed!