Qing Liujian turned around without saying anything.

It is not because Nangong Xiaoyan, who has a different understanding of seniority and Jiansi, suddenly became Si Yu above him. He knew very well that in extreme cases, he had to deal with it that seemed unreasonable in normal times. Moreover, with his understanding of Huang Wushen, he knew that Huang Wushen must have a certain intention to do this, and at least it can be explained that Nangong Xiaoyan is on the same side as him and can be trusted.

Compared to Nangong Xiaoyan's fear of not thinking, Qing Liujian thought more and more deeply. He was even sure that as they retreated from the outer three-layer island to the fourth-layer island, there must be other people from the other party. What is not certain is how many of these people are and when will they suddenly reveal their minions.

The reason why he chose such a cold attitude towards the words added by Nangong Xiaoyan was only because he was one of the heads of Jianshi and had experienced many cruel struggles. He also knew what kind of mentality a person would be more likely to survive in such cruel struggles. So he did not want to be infected by the kindness of Nangong Xiaoyan's mother-in-law and mother. On the contrary, he appreciated the aura emitted by the gray-shirt disciples of Ming Shiqi. Or the reason why he admired the gray-shirt disciples of Ming Shiqi was because in essence, Jianshi and these gray-shirt disciples were the same, they were both weapons of murder, but one was on the surface and the other was in the darkness. Only in this case can the power be displayed.

More than a hundred figures swept up quickly with Qing Liujian's finger nodding, and followed Qing Liujian with great tacit understanding, turning into hundreds of streams of flames, shooting into the first round of Kunlun. Originally, there were more than one sword disciples controlled by Qing Liujian, but these people followed him for the longest time and were all his most trusted disciples. Moreover, even Qing Liujian himself had never faced such a big scene. It was his limit to command and command more than 100 commanders and commanders, and exercising the power of these more than 100 people.

After the streaming light transformed into more than 100 disciples of Qingliu Jian and other swordsmen shot into the first round of islands, it seemed to disappear quickly.

The first round of islands, which were so quiet and dead that it was extremely quiet, did not feel a little angry because of the entry of these people, because this first round of islands was too big, and so many people were thrown into it, it would not change anything at all.

Nangong Xiaojian looked at the disappearance of Qing Liujian and others. Qing Liujian expressed indifference to his kindness, but he was still full of respect for Qing Liujian. Before the opponent's strength had suffered a major loss, the first arrow was more likely to be broken by the opponent. Moreover, although Nangong Xiaojian knew very well that even with the cultivation level of Kuang Wuxin, there might not be such a powerful magic that could cover the entire first level of island. And a powerful magic that would cover the range would definitely be astonishingly huge to the loss of true energy.

I am afraid that an existence with high cultivation level will not have the ability to use that magic again for a long time after casting one or two of those magics, but such people are not ruled out among the enemies. Therefore, Qing Liujian and others can be said to be extremely dangerous from the moment they left, because if they stayed in the fourth level of the island like them, even if the other party had such an existence and could release such powerful magic, if so many people in the fourth level of the island resisted together, they should be able to withstand it.

...

The light produced by magic and magic weapons became brighter and brighter, and the sound of breaking through the air became more and more harsh. When the red stream, which was used as a test, was about fifty miles away from the first level of Kunlun, the appearance of those people could already be seen clearly in the night.

There were more than 200 monks wearing red Taoist robes. The airflow generated by these monks gathered together to break through the air even produced tornadoes. The strong and disordered magic fluctuations seemed to distort the light and make the night sky dim. On the black boat, the man in the feminine green shirt looked at the man in the gray shirt who was already standing at the stern of the big ship. The eyes of the man in the gray shirt who was already standing at the end of the big ship were more interesting.

At present, the more than 200 red-robed monks who stabbed the first level of Kunlun circles formed an arrow in the air. The distance from the front to the last monk was about twenty feet, and everyone was deliberately stable. Moreover, the man in the green shirt saw the whole process of the gray shirt mobilizing this group of people. He clearly saw that the man in the gray shirt placed some of the highest cultivation and some people who were limited by the magic and magic limits of the practice, and some people with excellent defensive magic weapons on the front end, while those with relatively long spell casting distances were placed on the back of the team. This stable arrow-like formation allows people on both sides to basically hit the opponent like the front end, and at the same time, they can cast spells to cover the front end.

Although the man in the green shirt has much more experience in fighting than ordinary people, the man in the gray shirt has such ability to regulate and command is not something he can achieve. The man in the gray shirt, who seems to be shrouded in thick fog, feels like a general in the world who is strategizing. This kind of person is extremely rare among practitioners.

Because the struggles of the cultivators are completely different from those in the world's army, the strength of the cultivators' own individual abilities makes it extremely difficult to control after more people. It is not difficult to cooperate with four or five people to exert the greatest power of the enemy, but if dozens of people can exert the greatest power, it is extremely difficult.

There is only one possibility that this man in gray clothes can have such ability, that is, he has experienced at least one or two extremely large and cruel battles.

After confirming this, although the man in green and feminine clothes was not sure about the name of the man in gray, he was basically sure where he came from.

...

Under the gaze of both sides, the more than 200 monks in red robes quickly rushed into the first level of Kunlun Island, which seemed dead.

When they first entered Kunlun's First Level Island, there were more than a dozen monks in red robes on each side suddenly separated from the team. One of them accelerated and dispersed around, disappearing between the forests and temples of the First Level Island.

The rest of the people still pointed straight at a blue temple on a ridge.

One of the warehouses of Kunlun Medicine Department in that temple, some of the medicinal materials gathered from the world and many sects serving Kunlun, which were used as a result of Kunlun's elixir or some of the elixirs refined in accordance with Kunlun's elixir recipes or the required part of the elixirs were stored in the blue temple with a radius of more than a hundred feet. All the Kunlun disciples who had just been in the first to third level of the island were retreated to the fourth level of the island, but the medicinal materials and elixirs stored in them did not have time to move them away.

"Swish!"

Just as more than a dozen cultivators on both sides infiltrated the mountains and temples and searched out, several rays of light of different colors suddenly bloomed. With the rays that suddenly bloomed between the mountains and temples, at least five people in red Taoist robes who had just spread out had several blood springs, and then flew backwards at the same time and fell down dejectedly.

The figures that killed those people seemed to disappear in a blink of an eye, so fast that the other red figures had no time to react. Only a few red figures discovered the direction of one or two of the other party's escape, and issued bright yellow fireworks used to indicate the direction, just like disciples of the Shangshan Sect.

And at the moment when these fireworks shine, two more fell down by the red figures of Kunlun disciples who were obviously used to search for the first round of the island.

In just a moment, Kunlun's Swordsman showed powerful abilities of concealment and assassination.

Qingliu Jian's figure suddenly appeared on the mountain road in front of the green palace, looking at the red-robed man who was pouring in an arrow-like formation. In his opinion, except for the cultivation of the dozen people in the front, which poses a great threat to him, the rest of the people were not at the same level as those of the disciples of the Sword Secretary under him. With his strength in his hands, he could completely strangle these people, and no one could go out of the first round of islands.

As Qingliu Jian's figure appeared, more than ten swordsmen in black clothes suddenly appeared on the left side of the group of red-robed men at the same time. While the violent magic fluctuations completely exposed them, the ground on the left side of the group of red-robed men suddenly cracked, and hundreds of blazing black flames rushed out. At the same time, an ice-blue light curtain also covered.

Although these two magics were immediately blocked by the magic issued by some of the people in the red robe, the earthly evil spirits filled with the black flames and the cold ice aura in the ice-blue light curtain also slowed down the movements and casting speed of most people in the red robe. The consequence of this slowness was that countless lightning and fire balls of various colors, and even meteor-like meteorites fell into the formation of the people in the red robe, which made at least a dozen red robe cultivators unable to resist and were killed.

Immediately afterwards, a row of black figures appeared behind the red-robed men. Most of the red-robed men's attention had just been focused on the people on the left. The lights like crossbow arrows had already brought out a violent sound of breaking through the air and penetrated into the formation of the group of red-robed men. These lights like crossbow arrows not only all had powerful true energy power, but also had the power of piercing that was incomparable to ordinary magic. But in an instant, at least forty monks in red-robed robe fell down screaming.

Under this control of a small range, Qingliu Jian, who knew the disciples of the Sword Secretary who were under his control, instantly exerted the power of these disciples of the Sword Secretary far beyond the opponent, making the fighting at this moment simply a one-sided harvest of life. But at this moment, in the black fleet that they could not see, the man in gray clothes, who seemed to have been shrouded in a thick layer of fog, nodded slightly to Kuang Wuxin.

His movement seemed a little arrogant, as if Wuxin could not give him enough deterrence. At this moment, in the first round of the island, all the blood flowing from the dead, or injured but not dead, even the blood that had been sprayed on the ground, suddenly violated the laws of nature, floated drop by drop, like blood-colored pearls floating in the air, then all rose up, all rushing towards the endless altitude, rushing to the endless altitude that most people could not reach, and rushed to the strange star map in the endless altitude.
Chapter completed!