One against two, both have the same level of cultivation. It seems that this is not a fair showdown. In fact, this is indeed not a fair showdown.

Just a quarter of an hour later, all ten people including Huang Xu were killed. Although twice the number, they had no power to fight back, and they didn't even have the chance to send a signal for help. They died tragically under the crazy killing of Zhan Jiu and others.

At this time, Zhan Jiu and others couldn't help but sigh again that this was indeed not a fair showdown.

Although the other party is twice their number, they are absolutely weak in other aspects. Zhan Jiu and others come from Wanjian Sect, one of the major sects, and they are also masters in Wanjian Sect. In contrast, Huang Xu and others are just demon cultivators on a small hill in Wan Yao Mountain. With the skills they practice, they must be better than ordinary casual cultivators.

The cultivation techniques are far less powerful than those of Zhan Jiu and others, and the equipment is even more different. Each of Zhan Jiu and others has a top-grade spiritual weapon, and even a low-grade magic weapon. In comparison, Huang Xu and others' best, that is, Huang Xu himself has a top-grade spiritual weapon. As for the elixirs that Zhan Jiu and others can squander at will, it is a luxury for Huang Xu and others.

In comparison, this is a duel with an extraordinary difference in strength and no suspense.

After a quarter of an hour, Huang Xu and others, who were originally showing off their power, died on the spot with their bodies. But now only Huang Hair is still alive.

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to compete with the fast sword?" Zhan Jiu took two inner alchemy into his pocket and glanced at Huangmao with malicious intentions, and said to Wanshan with a smile.

"Although the fast sword is not good at growing, it can still be with you." Wan Shan said, and raised the heavy sword moving in his hand.

At the same time, Xiao Ping and the other three were also ready. Even if the opponent was their senior brother Wan Shan, they were interested in giving it a try and would not lose their fighting spirit.

Seeing that all the sword tips of the five people were facing him, Huangmao was so scared that he was both scared. He never dreamed that Huang Feng, who was originally arrogant on the Hollow Mountain, had no power to fight back against Zhan Jiu and others, and was killed instantly. Even Huang Feng had no power to fight back. The people in front of him were indeed only in the late stage of the Jindan stage, what kind of pervert is he?

Originally, he thought that Zhan Jiu and others must be Huang Xu's opponent, Huang Mao turned his fingers before, and turned to Huang Xu's disciple when he saw the wind. But at this moment, he seemed to have made such a stupid decision, and he really wanted to slap himself in a big mouth. Seeing that he had become the target of public criticism at this time, he didn't care about regret, only endless fear. But because of excessive frightening, his body suddenly shook, and two hot yellow urine flowed between his legs. He was also a Jindan stage cultivator, and was so scared that he was incontinent.

"Ah! Help..." Finally, he couldn't bear this pressure, and the yellow-haired suddenly screamed and ran away.

When he ran out, Zhan Jiu and others all had their eyes lit up and they took action. They heard a few sounds of breaking through the air, and the flying sword suddenly shot and shot at the yellow-haired back.

Puff puff puff...

Then there was a piercing sound, and the yellow-haired ran less than two steps and was immediately nailed to the ground. But when everyone saw it clearly, they couldn't help but be stunned. The yellow-haired was not hit by the flying sword, but was penetrated by the vines around him. Then everyone looked at Mu Lan, looking depressed.

Although Mu Lan is the weakest among the five, it is only relatively speaking. Just imagine that he can become a disciple of Wanjianmen and sit in the position of the right Lingmu envoy of Lingmu Peak. How can he be weak? It is almost a small task to deal with such inequality as Huangmao. His Taoist method is to control plants and trees, so just now, he did not shoot out the flying sword, but directly controlled the vines around the yellowmao to attack him.

Just imagine, no matter how fast the flying sword shoots, how can it compare to the vines right in front of you? So this time, the weakest Mu Lan among the five people. Zhan Jiu and others were all pretentious, but they didn't expect that they were all very depressed by this mu Lan who was always like a dull gourd.

"Well, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, so we should hurry up and enter the ancient battlefield." Wanshan said with a light cough, and then walked inside first.

"It's not bad, hurry up." Zhan Jiu also echoed and hurriedly followed.

Seeing that both of them had already walked in, Xiao Ping and Zuo Tong looked at each other, and then hurriedly followed.

In the end, Mu Lan was left with a step behind. Looking at the hurried backs of the four people, they couldn't help scratching their heads. Why did they obviously win just now, but they didn't say anything, as if this was not the case. Mu Lan was puzzled, scratching her head and hurriedly followed everyone.

After removing Huang Xu and others, Zhan Jiu and his team successfully entered the ancient battlefield. This ancient battlefield is different from other places. It has almost no spiritual energy. Some point directly to the stagnant evil energy, which is the first evil place for monks.

At this time, when you walk into the ancient battlefield, you will see desolate, without any birds and beasts. There are only sparse black moss like tinea skin on the deep, dark red soft soil. There is a dead silence all around, and due to the overflow of evil spirits, the light in Wan Yao Mountain is already dim, so the visibility here is only less than ten meters based on the field of vision.

Since thousands of years have passed, there has been no blood on the ancient battlefield, but there is still a faint bloody stench that stimulates everyone's nostrils from time to time. This unbearable stench is not only Zuo Tong kept cursing and complaining, but even men such as Zhan Jiu frowned.

"Please be careful, don't move your true energy arbitrarily." Seeing Zuo Tong shut up and breathing, Wanshan hurriedly reminded him.

After Wanshan said this, everyone realized that this was an ancient battlefield and the death of the monks. There was no spiritual energy in it, which means that the monks' true energy could not be replenished, and it would be less consumed. At this time, Zhan Jiu and the others could only rely on the elixirs that restore the true energy they carried on their bodies to support them. However, since they did not know in advance that they would enter the ancient battlefield, they did not have enough preparations for this elixirs.

Thinking of this, Zuo Tong didn't dare to hold back his breath and wasting his true energy with his pores, so he could only endure the stench. Although this was a bit cruel for a girl, as one of the five swords of the Wanjianmen, he was not unable to tell the difference.

In this way, it is also to save true energy. If there is no need at this time, everyone will not easily release their spiritual consciousness to detect the surroundings. So at this time, they can only observe the situation nearby with vision and hearing. Although after hundreds of years of cultivation, the five senses are more than dozens of times stronger than ordinary people, compared with spiritual consciousness, it is still a small limitation for them.

All aspects were greatly restricted, and everyone walked forward carefully, and the speed of advancement was much slower. It took nearly an hour to go through, and then it only took more than thirty miles.

"Vomit..." At this moment, Zuo Tong suddenly turned pale, and then he covered his stomach and vomited to the side.

"My chest hurts so much..." Zuo Tong suddenly vomited and scared Zhan Jiu. At the same time, Mu Qing held his chest tightly with both hands, his forehead was sweating like rain, and he moaned in pain.

"I'm so dizzy..." Looking at the others again, Xiao Ping also staggered under his feet and shook his head hard and said.

Even Wanshan, although he didn't say a word at this time, his face became extremely ugly. He held the Yishan Sword with both hands and barely stood firm.
Chapter completed!