Organ Throne

The sea buckthorn forest has a radius of about six or seven miles. In addition to the sea buckthorn trees, there is also a small stream that slowly runs through this area.

It is not far from the Luotong South Acropolis, so the beasts in the forest have long been cleared away, and even the more dangerous strange plants and poisonous weeds have also been cleared away.

Two or three miles to the south of this forest, there is a slightly raised hillside, where more than 20 fierce and unusually large shuttles are parked.

"Damn, why haven't you started yet?"

On an armored shuttle that was more than two meters high, a black-faced man was dragging an exaggerated broad-blade sword and muttering.

"What's the hurry, the fierce tiger can hold his breath!" It was a strong man who spoke.

He was wearing gloves in his hands, heavy armor all over his body, a large crossbow across his shoulders, and a row of bone necklaces strung with the teeth of some unknown beast hanging around his neck. It exudes a fierce air.

Han Qianlong, Luo Tong recognized as the current leader of the top three "Borderless Cultivators", a 4-star powerhouse just a year ago, is here to watch the battle.

"Boss Han, which side are you optimistic about?" The black-faced man dragged over and asked.

It's not just them. In the twenty or so shuttle cars on this small hillside, there are dozens of high-level monks from different cultivators.

They all kept a certain amount of attention to this team battle.

And on the largest and most luxurious black armored shuttle with the Luo Tong city emblem painted on its body, Luo Tianhao, the eldest son of the city lord Luo Tong, was seated.

His arrival undoubtedly announced to these monks that City Lord Luo was also paying attention to this battle.

Smart people understand better that this is City Lord Luo constantly staring at their rebellious group of monks, and the warning is self-evident.

The eyes of Zhang Ziliang, the "greedy wolf", also began to change.

There are those who envy him for taking the line of the eldest son, but more of them are contemptuous.

For thousands of years, the friars have always meant the pursuit of freedom and the spirit of adventure. When did they become the scumbags of the big family?

Speaking of this team battle, when did the life-and-death battle between the two cultivators have to be fought under the watchful eyes of the city lord, with both sides lining up to fight?

Is this **** show or war?

Han Qianlong is a typical representative of this opinion.

In his opinion, since he has chosen the path of the monks, he chooses to die standing up, not to live on his knees!

"Hmph, don't say anything else, this greedy wolf won't try to get a good deal in front of me in the future!" The black-faced man rubbed his hands and glanced at the sea buckthorn forest three miles away. Soon, "Besides, Liehu is never a good guy."

"But the gap between the numbers is so big..."

"That's hard to say. To say that among so many monks in Luo Tong, the one I can't understand the most is Liehu."

Liehu was next to another large shuttle that was more than six meters long not far away, but he couldn't hear the black-faced man's words more than thirty meters away.

At this moment, he was so straight that his body was stuck there like a sharp sword, his eyes were cold, and he stared at the sea buckthorn forest in the distance.

The weather was good, the sea buckthorn forest three meters away was almost unobstructed in the field of vision, and the blue "Tianqing" banner, which he knew and cherished immensely in his heart, was fluttering in the wind. Under the banner, his one hundred and three brothers stood by, all yearning for **** revenge.

Suddenly, Liehu's fist clenched, and his whole body tightened like a taut string.

The team battle has begun!

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In the sea buckthorn forest.

As Han Qianlong slandered, the team battle between Tianqing and Tianwu actually had to be called in formation like a regular army, and many people felt very tired.

Whether it's a one-on-one fight or a group fight, they always like to rush into one.

When encountering a life-and-death enemy, he will not hesitate to attack, assassinate or even poison them.

But at this moment, hundreds of monks stood facing each other with a distance of 200 meters. There was no movement, only a small stream flowed through the open space between them.

At this distance, they could clearly see the face of the enemy on the other side.

But no one in the audience spoke. The whole place was filled with a chilling air, and the stream seemed to start to condense.

"kill!"

Suddenly, the bearded Zuobu who was sitting in the center of the Tianwu cultivators raised his hand and waved, and more than 300 people shouted in unison!

A group of cultivators who had already prepared for it all activated their perceptions. In an instant, dozens of Origin Shooting Crossbows were launched at the same time, and the dense arrows flew towards the opposite side!

"Quickly spread out and defend yourself!"

The person in command of Tianqing is Lao Huo. At this moment, his face is tense, and his heart is secretly tense.

Looking at the battle of Tianwu on the opposite side, it is obvious that there are some regular army airs!

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Hundreds of arrows were ejected, but two people in the formation were instantly hit by several arrows and fell to the ground.

Although they have also replaced with new protective organs, it is impossible for them to replace all of them with the level of "Sunday".

Not to mention the cost is too high, in the chaos, you may be besieged at any time, and the super protective "Sunday" is not conducive to defensive counterattacks.

"Everyone, get out!"

Lao Huo shouted again, and immediately hundreds of fully-armed Tianqing cultivators dispersed in small groups, retreating and counterattacking according to the pre-war plan.

After all, they have few people, so naturally they are not so stupid as to stand and fight each other.

Once the war begins, it is natural to choose the most familiar way.

"The first team, rush to the left wing! The second team, the right wing, everyone else continues to shoot!" Watching their formation, Zuobu also adjusted the formation in time.

He didn't take any risks, and still let hundreds of cultivators continue to control the source shot crossbow in place, maintaining absolute long-range attack suppression, while the other two squads gradually advanced from both sides under the leadership of another sturdy captain.

The sea buckthorn forest is not big, and further inside is a grassland area with low weeds. Tianqing dare not fight on the open grassland.

Soon, the Tianqing teams scattered in all directions found that the other party did not spread out at all!

In addition to resisting the attack of arrows falling from the sky, they also had to face two Tianwu battalions that were also attacking very sharply from both sides.

They just wanted to form a few teams together, and with the gap in numbers, it was difficult to organize a decent counterattack.

In just ten minutes, they lost seven or eight people, and the originally scattered formation was unknowingly suppressed by a little bit toward the center.

On the hillside a few miles away, the bosses from various cultivators looked at the battle situation with complicated expressions.

"Tianwu's group of wolf cubs really brought the same thing in the army!" Many of them turned their attention to the fierce tiger and the greedy wolf~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but were secretly vigilant.

"But why hasn't there been any movement from the Tianqing Central Army?"

Those who are careful have also found the oddity, but they can't guess how. With the Tianwu cultivator group that has an absolute advantage in numbers, and such a steady and steady tactic, Tianqing can have any back-up moves.

During the field, Lao Huo frowned tightly, staring at the situation on the field, and at the same time thinking silently in his heart.

Beside him, Old Diao, whose whole body was enveloped by the energy shield, had blood-red eyes, and the "Fiery Sun Armor Piercing Cannon" was still carried on his shoulders and not taken out.

Huan Li was surrounded by nearly 20 cultivators around them, each of them holding a pear flower needle in the rainstorm, and they were all defending in the center line at the moment, without any intention to join in the counterattack.

Seeing that the situation on the two wings was getting worse, Laoguai shouted in his voice, "Old Huo, why don't you do it! Brothers can't hold it anymore!"

The person next to him couldn't help but say, "Yes, if it goes on like this, even if the two of you take action, the brothers will not have the chance to organize a counterattack!"

"I know!" Old Huo was dripping blood.

However, he had to make sure that the opponent's commander was really superstitious about the concentrated style of play in this battle formation and would not change formation easily, so that it was possible to use the "Scorching Sun Armor Piercing Run" and "Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle" to launch a thunderous counterattack.

"Send the order, let Lei Zi and Da Gang support the two wings respectively, give me... five minutes, they will protect me even if they die!"

As time passed by, Tianqing casualties continued to increase.

Finally, a few minutes later, under the eyes of the people around him who were about to eat people, Lao Huo finally said in a hoarse voice: "Tiao Laowei! And all the brothers in the assault team, get ready!"

The blood-colored fangs are finally exposed!