Calm down in the big tent.

Li Chengkong saw that Zhou Yu was injured.

He frowned, feeling vaguely inappropriate.

This is too easy to defend against. Is it so easy to block the masters of the three mountains?

That's too much of a joke, right?

If he was the planner of the Great Yun Dynasty, he would use wave after wave of attacks to paralyze Huo Tianfeng's guards, and then give a fatal blow. These are all tricks in the front.

But this is within the scope of Shenjing. Doesn’t Shenjing send out the supporters and let the masters of Dayun Dynasty come and go freely?

As soon as he thought this, a Buddha's name slowly rang out.

"Amitabha Buddha--!" The sound of the Buddha's chant resounded from all directions.

Li Chengkong snorted.

Sumi Lingshan!

He then raised his eyebrows.

This sound sounds compassionate and heroic, with an ominous meaning. It seems that the monks from Lingshan, Sumi are going to use their tricks to keep the box.

“Moo—!”

Like a giant bull roaring to the sky.

The earth sways gently, and the air ripples like a lake.

A soft light rose from the distance, spread out, and became dazzling, as if a sun jumped out of the east, making the sky and earth shine brightly.

He frowned.

What secret technique is this?

"It's a monk from Dayue Sumi Lingshan." An old man in gray robe said in a deep voice: "He has transformed into infinite light and passed away!"

"Amitabha!" Huo Tianfeng greeted him and bowed far away in the direction where the light slowly dissipated.

No matter what, you will protect yourself and die, and you should be treated as a gift.

"Your Highness, let's go first."

"They just want to force the orphan to leave."

"This time, Dayun Chao was really desperate. The three mountains came out together and avoided their sharp edge."

"Old Song, we have Dayue's help. I don't believe that the two dynasties can't stop Dayun from going up to the three mountains!"

"...Yes!" The old man in gray robe nodded slowly.

There is a master of Dayue who resists the situation on the outside, a master-level string control player in the middle, and the guards of his five people, if they can't stop them, then the imperial enshrines of Da Yong are really shameless to see others.

"Bang bang bang..." A muffled thunder sound came from a distance, and it was a master-level master fighting fiercely.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdang..." The sudden sound of gold and iron clashing like rain hitting the banana leaves sounded again, and there was obviously another swordsman breaking in.

Li Chengkong flashed out of the tent, floating at a height of 100 meters, overlooking the surroundings.

All the torches were extinguished, and the camp and surroundings were covered by the dark night where they could not see their fingers.

His current cultivation level is no different from that of the day.

Ten miles in a circle, you can see it in full view.

As he saw in his eyes, there were twenty-six masters fighting on the outermost side.

Eight monks and nine masters of the Qinglian Holy Sect, they were facing nine men wearing coarse cloth and gourd clothes.

These men in kudzu look like farmers who farm, with unpretentiousness, and their body skills are not fast, and their palm skills are not fast, and they look ordinary.

But the monks from Lingshan Mountain in Xumi and the masters of the Qinglian Holy Sect were both shrunk, as if they were afraid to confront them head-on, and they were as if they were evading snakes and scorpions.

The palms of these nine men in the trench were obviously strange.

Li Chengkong could feel that they were extremely aggrieved, and their depression and anger were accumulating and they were about to explode.

Suddenly, a master of the Qinglian Holy Sect stopped moving.

This stagnation caused two palms to be immobilized.

Then he was hit by six more palms, his hair was raised, his eyes turned white, and his body twitched gently as if he had epilepsy.

"Bang!" He leaned straight and backward, falling down hard.

Li Chengkong immediately concluded that the nine men in the goose clothes were thunder and lightning in their palms.

Therefore, the monk Lingshan and the masters of the Qinglian Holy Sect are so afraid.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the string control men holding the bronze crossbow.

Twenty string control soldiers face each other to form a circle to face two blue-shirted swordsmen with defensive momentum.

These two middle-aged swordsmen have long bodies, handsome appearance, green shirts, floating and outstanding posture, and elegant sword skills.

Twenty string controllers had no intention of appreciating them. They all looked heavy, their bodies were tense, and they looked faintly desperate.

They have never encountered such a brilliant swordsman or such a brilliant swordsman.

Among the twenty string control players, four masters were commanded to shoot with the crowd of string control players who were plugged in their ears.

If it weren't for the four of them, the remaining string control players would have been killed by these two swordsmen.

Li Chengkong frowned and stared at the two blue-shirted swordsmen, staring at their moves and ways, analyzing their cracking methods.

He shook his head gently.

It is impossible to crack it simply from the sword technique.

It is dense and flowing, and the sword seems unhappy, but the sword light is like a substance, like a crystal glass bowl that holds itself inside.

This sword light as thin as a cicada's wing seems fragile, and it can shatter with one stab, but it can block the Breaking Crossbow.

If he wanted to crack their sword skills, he could only start with other methods. All he thought of was the Great Power Demonic Vajra Technique.

The clear sword light can defend against physical attacks, but can it also defend against mental attacks?

He did not use the Great Power Vajra technique and allowed the string control players to deal with it themselves, while he focused his attention and sensed the surroundings.

The big clouds faced the three mountains, and only saw the masters from two mountains, but the master Shenlin Peak who used the shadow killing technique.

He or they should be nearby, using the secret technique of spirituality. The further the distance, the greater the cost.

But it just can't sense it.

He has always been guilty of being strong in his mental power, almost the best in the world. If he has strong mental power, he will naturally be sensitive, so he can first sense the shadow killing technique before.

Now, I can't sense the master of Shenlin Peak.

This made him feel solemn.

It is easy to avoid hidden arrows and is difficult to prevent, but it is hard to prevent!

He frowned and floated back into the tent.

The old man with a black face was guarding Huo Tianfeng's side, and the four old men in gray robe lived and died in the black flames.

Huo Tianfeng was eating slowly.

He seemed like a spectator, and it seemed that the troubles outside had nothing to do with him, and it was not him who assassinated him.

Li Chengkong fell to the other side of Huo Tianfeng, and now he was the last line of defense with the black-faced old man.

Seeing Huo Tianfeng so calm, he sighed secretly.

I am afraid of comparing goods. Huo Tianfeng reacts very differently in the face of danger, and his nature cannot be carefully cultivated.

But he shook his head secretly in his heart.

Being so calm is obviously not to take everyone's life and death into consideration, and to be cold in nature, it is better to stay away from it.

Huo Tianfeng put down his chopsticks and took a sip of wine: "Mr. Li, what's going on outside?"

Li Chengkong said: "It's not very good."

He kept observing and analyzing.

The left eye scans the range of 180 degrees on the left side, and the right eye scans the range of 180 degrees on the right side. The two eyes scans the range of the same, which is a circle that is nearly 360 degrees.

Even if a small visual blind spot is on the back, the steps will change slightly and make both eyes scan in turn.

This method of truly distracting and dividing the five senses is naturally possessed without realizing it, and it is obviously still the influence of supercomputer Yitian on the brain.

While clearly observing, it is still analyzing at high speed.

I feel strange vaguely.

It seems that the Dayue Dynasty only dispatched two masters of the sect, neither the mysterious Qingwei Mountain master, nor the Grandmaster Mansion master, nor the Golden-clothed Feathers.

This is not a sincere move.

Then there is a great possibility: there are still one or two groups fighting elsewhere, but they are stopped before they get close to the camp.

Li Chengkong felt a strong feeling that a storm was coming. The tranquility in front of him not only did not relax him, but was even more nervous.

Every cell in your body is mobilized, and the sensing is raised to the keenest level, and you are ready to attack at any time.
To be continued...