Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 243: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7

"Tornado Blade"

Duan Qiuchen from Yangxinyuan opened his paper fan and created a tornado. It was really hard to hide in this narrow corridor.

Although both of them are good at playing with the wind, Duan Qiuchen's trick is obviously much better than Wei Yangjing's, which is why they are always squeezing each other out.

Looking at the powerful tornado that was approaching, which was mixed with countless wind blades, the middle-aged man's resolute face was finally moved slightly, and he dared not hold back any longer.

"No regrets after shooting"

When the spear was just extended, it shone with brilliant light. However, as the spear got closer and closer to the wind blade tornado, the light on it dimmed until it disappeared. However, the spear gave people a sense of heaviness, and it pierced through the wind blade tornado with one shot.

The wind blade tornado quickly dissipated under the stirring of the spear.

"The idea is a bit tricky." Duan Qiuchen's heart sank. This cultivator was much stronger than he had imagined.

"Hahaha, it's my turn."

The middle-aged man laughed loudly and stabbed with a spear. In the middle, the spear turned into three and stabbed towards Duan Qiuchen.

Duan Qiuchen took a small step back, and two defensive magic weapons flew out of his storage bag, blocking two shots. The paper fan shot a huge wind blade at the last spear, causing it to deviate from its direction.

The middle-aged man was not surprised that the three shots did not work. This cultivator from Yangxinyuan had some tricks and he was deeply impressed by him yesterday.

The middle-aged man took back the three spears, combined them into one, which emitted a brilliant light, and stabbed forward.

Duan Qiuchen had a blank expression on his face and used his magic weapon to block.

The spear pierced the shield, and this time, without dispersing the force, the shield immediately cracked into five cracks. The middle-aged uncle exerted more force, and the magic weapon shattered. Then the spear probed again, but was blocked by Duan Qiuchen's second defensive magic weapon.

The spear's power has worn out, and there is no use for this defensive weapon.

"Come back quickly, you're a little far from the front line."

The protector behind the middle-aged man gave a reminder.

The middle-aged man then realized that he had been chasing Duan Qiuchen and had left the front line without realizing it, and he couldn't help but feel alarmed.

"We have no choice but to take a risk. Now is the best chance!" Duan Qiuchen didn't wait any longer and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man retreated while stabbing at him with a gun. The protector also noticed something was wrong and moved closer to the middle-aged man.

The shot missed, and Duan Qiuchen on the left actually flashed to the right. No one knew how he managed to flash at such a short distance. But his face went from rosy to pale, which obviously was a big price to pay.

The middle-aged man decisively dropped his gun and grabbed a dagger. Although his swordsmanship was not very good, he could still fight with brute force at close range.

Duan Qiuchen was not afraid and continued to hug the middle-aged man. Although the middle-aged man had already noticed something was wrong, Duan Qiuchen was moving very fast at this moment and he obviously couldn't get rid of him.

The dagger stabbed towards Duan Qiuchen's heart, but he just adjusted the direction and still hugged the middle-aged uncle. The dagger pierced his chest until the handle was gone.

"Let him go!"

Li San, who was protecting him, stabbed Duan Qiuchen's neck with a sword.

"Hey, hey, bye."

Duan Qiuchen smiled evilly and showed a smug expression to Li San.

"Transposition"

A puppet suddenly appeared in front of Li San and was cut in half by his flying sword. Duan Qiuchen and the middle-aged man disappeared.

"Duan Qiuchen, let him go. We are willing to exchange Fan Canqi's things with you."

Zhan Qiaoqi looked at the middle-aged uncle who was pinned to the ground by four or five Seventh City monks, with a look of anxiety on her face. The others were weak and naturally not worth exchanging with her. This middle-aged uncle, one of the original six, was naturally worth the price.

"Now I know it's changed, hehehehe, hahahahaha——"

Duan Qiuchen covered his chest with the dagger and laughed wildly, as if he was possessed.

"Duan Qiuchen, we can raise the price. How about 10 more magic tools?"

Zhan Qiaoqi looked at the crazy Duan Qiuchen at the moment and didn't know what to do for a moment. She had no idea what to do with these crazy people.

"It's too late. Everything is too late. Only by leaving you all here can I vent my hatred."

Just say it, Duan Qiuchen pulled out the dagger from his chest and swung it under his body.

The dagger pierced through the middle-aged man's neck until the handle was gone.

This resolute man never uttered a word until the last moment, and died in battle with satisfaction.

"Take out all of Fan Canqi's relics and use them first. I want Duan Qiuchen to see them shattered in front of his own eyes."

Zhan Qiaoqi spoke each word clearly, staring at the madman and shouting.

"Bitch, how dare you!"

Duan Qiuchen looked at the five familiar defensive magic weapons in the front row, as well as the three newcomers who came on the opposite side. The offensive magic weapons in their hands were surprisingly still Fan Canqi's.

A master from the Feiyun Sect filled the vacancy left by the middle-aged uncle. He took out a flying sword, which was Fan Canqi's famous weapon.

"Everyone, tell me, do we dare?"

Zhan Qiaoqi asked sternly.

"Why not? When a person dies, the bird flies to the sky."

Everyone responded in unison.

"Okay, okay, let's wait and see."

Duan Qiuchen made a harsh remark, but turned away, watching the torrent of magic hitting Fan Canqi's defensive magic weapon, but he was powerless. He could only turn his head, stop looking, and walk out of the corridor.

The blow from the middle-aged uncle before his death had caused him severe damage, and he once again lost the strength to fight. Although he got his storage bag, which contained more than 300 magical instruments, he could not be happy. No matter how many of these things there were, how could they be compared to the abundance of them?

"Well done."

When passing by Xunzi, this man from the Sheshenyuan rarely expressed his admiration.

“I hope you can grasp it well.”

Duan Qiuchen didn't even raise his head and walked out without stopping.

"Don't worry, plan B has already begun."

Xun Zi, covered in armor, smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking, not only did the monks from the seven cities on the front line attack swiftly, but even the torrent of magic flying overhead, at least there were some partitions, and it was now continuous. It was really like a river of magic pouring into the corridor.

The monks in charge of long-range defense are under doubled pressure and can no longer defend impenetrably. Now even the combatants on the front line need to devote some of their energy to dealing with the long-range attacks that have been slipping through the net.

"This war has just begun." Xun Zi looked at the scene with satisfaction, looking crazy under his armor.

Now the monks in Shichengzhai are replacing people more frequently. Previously, one person was replaced every 10 minutes, but now one person is replaced almost every 3 minutes. It can be seen that the spiritual energy consumption is huge.

The people on the Shichengzhai side were replaced, and the Seven Cities monks side also replaced them with newcomers and continued to attack fiercely, pressing the Seven Cities monks so hard that even Iron Fist Saint Bai could not sit still and came up to resist from time to time.

"Ah, if they hadn't captured so many spoils, they would have probably taken it by now."

Xun Zi sighed and complained about those people who entered a luck map. Why did they bring Huiling Pills? There were many people here, and although they didn't need to rely on pills, they were now in a stalemate with the opponent.

Facing the opponent who was taking pills without any hesitation, Xun Zi had no idea whether he could use up all the pills.

"It seems that I still have to play some trump cards. I underestimated you, Miss Douli. I didn't expect you could even handle this."

Xunzi looked at the charming woman opposite him and found that she was also looking at him. He then smiled and felt like he had found a close friend.

"Shang Xianming, take action. We need to break the deadlock."

Xun Zi said to a middle-aged monk in white robes.

"Ah."

Shang Xianming of Wanjian Mountain did not act pretentiously and secretly took out his flying sword.

"A Sword Comes from the West"

While the Iron Fist Saint Jiabai was retreating and a cultivator from the Skylark Sect was coming up, Shang Xianming used the famous skill of Wanjian Mountain. With a flash of his sword, the defensive magic weapon in front of the Skylark Sect cultivator was instantly pierced through, piercing his heart and he fell to the ground and died.

The sneak attack was successful, and General Shang Xian took back his flying sword. After a disguise talisman burned, he changed his entire appearance, bent down, found a new position, and secretly ambushed.

When Iron Fist Saint Bai was retreating again, he used his old trick again, launching the "One Sword Coming from the West" move, and succeeded again, piercing a Feiyun Sect cultivator through the forehead.

After another successful sneak attack, Shang Xianming took out another disguise talisman, changed his position again, and waited patiently for an opportunity.

"A Sword Comes from the West"

This time, he aimed his flying sword at one of Mi Pengyong's men, and succeeded in another strike, ripping open the stomach of the cultivator who had just come on the field.

After three people were ambushed by this fellow in succession, all the monks in Shichengzhai became panic-stricken and started to act cautiously, fearing that they would be the next one to be ambushed.

"A Sword Comes from the West"

Shang Xianming was going to use the same old trick again, preparing to add another achievement by killing a lone wolf who had just come on the field.

"You're the one waiting."

Wang Qiye, who had used a disguise talisman at some point, drew out Hongyu with a knife and slashed at the white light.

He didn't know who Shang Xiangming's next target would be, so he used the dumbest method. There were five people in total, and he definitely didn't need to worry about the eagle beast, so he just picked a monk who was farthest away from the eagle beast and guarded behind him.

Just when this cultivator was about to become the fifth soul to die at the hands of the Wanjian Mountain sword, Wang Qiye appeared. When Hong Yu was pulled out, the entire passage was illuminated in red again.

"not good."

Looking at the creepy red light, Shang Xianming felt his heart beating for no reason. Yijian Xilai emphasized speed to win. Every time it was sent out, it would not turn back until it reached its goal. At the moment, he could only make the flying sword go faster so that he could take it back earlier.