Driving the tiger to swallow the wolf was not the original plan.
Initially, provoking the monsters around the great Song Mountain to contend against the flood dragon of Blessed Fountain was just a means for Wang Lu to escort the disciples of Spirit Sword Sect at the critical moment. And this trick did have an effect.
But now, it seemed that the effect of this trick was likely to be better than expected.
The second time, driving the tiger to swallow the wolf, was initially just to weaken the strength of the flood dragon, and it was best to let it adapt to the current level of Spirit Sword Sect's cultivators. Otherwise, every time there was a fatal crisis, if Wang Lu had to be the king to attract the monsters, sooner or later, there would be an accident.
As a result, no one thought that this battle actually turned into a life and death battle between the two groups of monsters. This was actually far beyond the expectation.
The second level flood dragon lived in Blessed Fountain, and it was undoubtedly the strongest within hundreds of miles. It could also vaguely be regarded as the overlord of this place. The monsters that settled around Blessed Fountain had a deep fear of it, and usually, they would never provoke the flood dragon. Therefore, according to Wang Lu's initial expectation, he would attract the hatred, and then escape from the battle with the heavenly talisman. The beast tide would transfer the hatred, and it was inevitable that they would fight the flood dragon, but soon, under the suppression of the natural rank difference, they would scatter like birds and beasts. During this period, the strength of the flood dragon would inevitably be weakened, but it couldn't be expected to be weakened too much.
However, in practice, the beast tide seemed to have no instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Knowing that the coiling dragon array composed of the thirty-six flood dragons was a meat grinder, they still risked their lives. Even if they had to sacrifice everything, they had to bite off one of the opponent's scales, injuring it and making it bleed!
This kind of valiant fighting style was simply like an irreconcilable hatred, but this was actually just a transfer of the original hatred from the beast tide.
Then … as the original target of hatred, what kind of thing had Wang Lu done to make people resentful?
A few thoughtful and profound disciples of Spirit Sword Sect would inevitably think of this and cast a curious and admiring look at Wang Lu.
And Ouyang Shang, who was more thoughtful than these disciples, had already guessed the approach of Wang Lu, so he was not surprised by what he saw.
He must have found more inspiration from the invention of the poop throwing tactic and carried it forward.
This must be the reason why the monsters and beasts that were besieging them were so angry that they had lost their minds. If it were a human, if their relatives and children were assassinated, or their homes were shat on … they would also feel endless hatred.
This method was debatable, but on the other hand … it could be regarded as a good opportunity to reap benefits from others. After this battle, it was expected that the flood dragon of Blessed Fountain would be greatly damaged, but its foundation would not be damaged, and it would still have considerable strength. It was truly a perfect leveling target.
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The battle between the Beast Tide and the Coiling Dragon Formation lasted for three days and three nights.
In terms of scale, the beast tide had an absolute crushing advantage, but the second level flood dragon, as the overlord of this place, had the upper hand in actual combat by virtue of the coiling dragon array. The blood and flesh grinded away the life of the beast tide to its heart's content. The beast tide had the advantage in numbers, but in a situation where they had completely lost their reason, not only they didn't cooperate with each other, they even killed each other. Thus, they couldn't even exert thirty percent of their strength, so naturally, they were not the opponent.
Three days later, the battle had been decided. In the beast tide, all the monsters that were good at fighting had been killed, and the beast tide was no longer able to reverse the situation. Although the coiling dragon array had also suffered heavy losses, it still stood. Witnessing this scene, the beast tide finally regained some of its reason in despair and began to disperse and flee.
The flood dragons didn't pursue them, not because they were unwilling, but because they couldn't. In these three days of fierce battle, although they won, they still lost. It was really a miserable victory. More than half of the thirty-six dragon sons and grandsons were lost, the second level flood dragon was seriously injured, one of his dragon beads cracked, and one of his eyes was blown out … The overlord of Great Song Mountain Blessed Fountain had at least lost most of its power.
In this situation, the flood dragon could not even guarantee that he could face those human cultivators who were once like ants.
If they took advantage of the burning house...
Fortunately, those human beings did not appear. Until the second level flood dragon returned to the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the Blessed Fountain with his descendants, those human beings did not make a move.
Obviously, this was the best opportunity. If they missed this time, they would never have such a good opportunity again — the monsters around Great Song Mountain had been beaten into submission. Their fear and submission to the flood dragon had been thoroughly imprinted in their primordial spirit and bone marrow. It was impossible for them to be incited to let people reap the benefits. As for himself … even if he couldn't fully recover from his injury for a long time, he still had an absolute advantage in strength.
With the despicable and shameless nature of human beings, it was really difficult to understand why they would miss this opportunity and not take advantage of it. But they really didn't come.
This made the second level flood dragon in the Dragon Palace in fear for several days, because he always felt that the human beings would have a more terrible conspiracy waiting for him …
It was not until the fifth day that the human conspiracy finally arrived.
"Reporting to the king, it's not good!"
The flood dragon, who was recuperating from his injury, opened his only eye. "What's the matter?"
At this time, the flood dragon's mind relaxed a bit. Like a boulder falling to the ground, no matter what the human beings did, at least they made a move. Then...
Next, he heard his men say the familiar lines.
"They threw sh * t into the water again!"
… Logically speaking, he should be happy to hear that the opponent used the same trick again. After all, the same trick was used again, which proved that the opponent might be exhausted. However, the flood dragon was not happy at all.
It was hard for anyone to be happy when someone threw sh * t in their own house.
Last time, the flood dragon dispatched his whole army, which resulted in a world-shaking three-day war. This time, he decided to go out alone.
Because his dragon children and grandchildren still needed a long time to fully recover, and he didn't want to end his family line for the sake of a few human cultivators. With the power of those human beings, he could still cope with them alone.
When he flew out of the water, more than thirty cultivators of Spirit Sword Sect had been waiting in mid-air for a long time.
There was no need for the two sides to talk at all. As soon as they met, they began to fight.
This was the first time for the golden generation to really implement their own leveling plan.
After the previous fierce battle with the beast tide, the strength of the flood dragon of Blessed Fountain had been greatly reduced. It just so happened that it could bring them great danger, but it would not be fatal. At the same time, the fighting attitude of the flood dragon was relatively cautious. Although he hated this group of cultivators, he didn't want to fight to the death with them.
Thus, the battle went on without any mishap. The dispersion tactic formulated by Ouyang Shang was a great success. The thirty-seven cultivators of Spirit Sword Sect seemed to be scattered like sand, but in the battle, they unknowingly condensed into a whole. They supported each other and cooperated with each other. The tacit understanding of the dozens of years of cultivation made the process of the battle as smooth as floating clouds and flowing water. The strength of the opponent was obviously overwhelming, but they could not really overwhelm them.
Eventually, the battle lasted for a day and a night, and both sides felt exhausted and difficult to continue. At this time, the situation of the flood dragon was slightly superior — as a monster, he was born with magical ability, his body was tyrannical, and his resilience was stronger than that of human beings. However, just as he was about to summon his remaining strength to kill the human who had exhausted his magic power, a khaki-colored sword light pinned him firmly on the spot.
"Damn it, it's you again?"
After a day of fierce fighting, the flood dragon could vaguely recognize those tiny human beings. The one who supported the yellow sword light was one of his most hated targets — because this guy had ruined too many of his chances.
Although the cooperation of the cultivators of Spirit Sword Sect in the battle was very tacit, it was not flawless. During the whole day of fighting, there were many flaws. However, how could the flood dragon, as the overlord of this place, not be able to catch it? It was just that … whenever he was ready to attack someone, there would be such a sword light that stopped him, causing his head to bleed.
The defensive ability of the Non-Phase Sword had completely exceeded the scope of the King Pill. Perhaps for the second level flood dragon in his heyday, it was nothing to worry about, but there was no way for him to always maintain his peak state under the siege of more than thirty cultivators. The ability of that red and white kid to grasp the opportunity was too strong. Every time the yellow sword light appeared, it was just right, which made him unable to display his strength.
And whenever he was ready to change the target and concentrate the firepower on him … there would be another annoying cultivator, who would appear and disappear at a ghostly speed, bombarding him indiscriminately, forcing him to divert his attention.
Fortunately, the most annoying guy had jumped out to seek his own death. The others had already retreated, leaving him alone. No matter how strong his yellow sword light was, could it be stronger than the sharp teeth of a second level flood dragon?
However, in this desperate situation, that human cultivator actually laughed happily.
"After waiting for a whole day, I finally found the opportunity to fight you one on one. Come, let's have a good time."
With that, the yellow sword light dispersed. That human cultivator boldly withdrew the Sword of Mount Kun in his right hand, took half a step forward, and a primal chaos light bloomed in his left palm. The flood dragon was vigilant. He sprayed out a mouthful of stinky poisonous gas from afar, but he didn't come close.
Then he rejoiced in his cautiousness. That primal chaos light, in a flash, was bound into a sharp blade, which penetrated the poisonous gas like a hot knife through butter and arrived in front of him. The flood dragon hastily lifted up his scales as a defense. Then the primal chaos sword qi suddenly detonated, which fragmented the dragon scales. Although the sword qi aftermath was greatly weakened, it still cut his skin and flesh.
This made the flood dragon endlessly frightened. If he hadn't chosen to stay away out of caution, the consequences of being hit by such a sword qi would have been unthinkable...
After being frightened, he became angry. Therefore, the flood dragon simply sacrificed his inner core, the Dragon Pearl, and suddenly spat it out from his mouth. Like a cannonball, it shot towards the opponent … This was a very risky move, but it undoubtedly had the effect of getting rid of the opponent once and for all.
In the face of such a sharp offensive, the opponent didn't dare to neglect. He retracted the primal chaos sword light and used the Sword of Mount Kun as a symbol of defense to draw an arc. A perfectly round arc with a radius of less than three feet, which was one of the strongest defenses he had mastered.
Three Feet Sword Defense.
In the next moment, a strong shock wave came from the tip of the sword and instantly engulfed his entire body. The Three Feet Sword Defense only lasted for a moment before it collapsed. The Sword Qi that was originally circulating smoothly was shattered, and the two hundred and six sword bones were almost broken into pieces. He himself was sent flying by an irresistible force and disappeared into the dense forest in the blink of an eye.
The flood dragon subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but soon stopped.
Being bombarded by the Dragon Pearl head-on, there was no way he could survive … There was no need to take the risk of going deeper.
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On the other side, in a dilapidated and messy forest, a towering tree slightly swayed.
At the root of the tree, the depression caused by the strong impact was clearly visible. In the middle of the depression, a human figure could be vaguely seen, but it was badly mutilated and covered by broken branches, leaves, and mud, looking battered and exhausted.
Ka la la … There was a crisp sound of bones colliding. After a moment, a person stood up from the mess. Although his body was swaying and some of his joints were obviously distorted, he still stood up.
The man moved his neck left and right, coughed out blood from his nose, and then stretched himself.
"Phew, being hit in the face with an egg, this feeling is really f * cking cool!"
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