Chapter 757 (1/2)

With Zhuge Rong speeding up, the three soon came to the mountain where kongyun sect was located.

It is extremely remote, with high mountains and crisscross gullies.

From a long distance, you can see that countless monks are fighting each other on a low mountain in front of you.

A large number of sword practitioners are desperately attacking the mountain gate. Waving flags and blowing the horn of attack, they gradually oppress the last defense place of kongyun sect.

Zhuge Rong saw this scene, his eyes turned blood red instantly, and his face seemed to be burning with anger. He walked away in the clouds.

”The bastard of Tianjian sect dares to make trouble in kongyun sect. It's bold.” Zhuge Rong roared angrily.

He soon joined the war and killed several six grade Tianzong sword cultivation masters on the spot with his bare hands.

Seeing the army of tianjianzong coming, kongyun sect retreated day by day, and his face showed an anxious look for a moment.

Lin Feng followed closely with Li Yaxuan, the chief disciple of Xingguang hall.

Those monks who wear white robes and hold swords belong to the Heavenly Sword sect.

The strong of kongyun sect are dressed in light yellow long clothes. It is easy for the friars of both factions to confirm, and their power is completely different.

The practitioners of kongyun sect confront the enemy with bare hands and are at a great disadvantage in the face of Tianjian sect disciples who control the sword.

As the fighting goes on, the situation will only get worse.

Moreover, it seems that this battle is not the first day. The war is getting worse and worse, and it has reached the final decisive moment.

Thousands of meters later, on a higher mountain, there is the real tragic war.

Looking at it, it was an eight grade Taoist master whose right arm was instantly cut off by the silver long sword. But in return, he hit his opponent hard in the chest and fell into the mountain stream.

A large number of Taoist Masters released powerful martial skills there, and the shaking mountains collapsed again and again.

Even Lin Feng and Li Yaxuan can feel that unusual power in a distant direction.

Behind Li Yaxuan, her face became colder and colder.

Watching this killing scene, it seems that their emotions will also be mobilized.

Lin Feng's expression was indifferent. He just followed Zhuge Rong to go deep into the kongyun sect.

The konoyun faction of Nuo Da gradually declined on the majestic mountain. It was attacked by Tianjian sect. Now it has entered a complete retreat.

Even if Zhuge Rong, as a master of eight grade cultivation, came back at this time, it was difficult to change the war situation.

In the top mountain range, the white haired nun of kongyun sect is facing off with a sword monk.

The cultivation strength of both of them is nine grades, but the old man who controls the silver long sword is at the peak of nine grades.

The strong woman of the white haired empty cloud sect has only the middle level of the ninth grade.

The monastic details of both sides are quite different, and the strong white haired woman gradually falls into the disadvantage.

The moves of the two of them fight each other, which can be described as the release of spiritual Qi without scruples.

However, it is always the strong one of Tianjian sect, who tries to suppress the strong white haired women in light yellow skirts.

When Zhuge Rong saw the old woman, his eyes trembled slightly for a moment, and his feet jumped up and rushed away.

”Liu Xiaoyun, old man, I'm a little late.” Zhuge Liang shouted.

The body was like an ejection and went crazy.

At the same time, he expended resources and strength to build array lines with his bare hands, trying to shape a powerful fantasy array with the help of nearby mountains and enhance its combat means.