Miao Yi was speechless as he looked at the awe-inspiring Luo Zhen below. He was a little shocked by Luo Zhen's might.
He couldn't help but suspect that if a cultivator with a cultivation at White Lotus Second Grade couldn't even withstand a single strike from a White Lotus Third Grade cultivator, then wouldn't he, a White Lotus First Grade cultivator, be sending himself to his death by running out?
Yan Xiu's Adam's apple bobbed twice, as if he didn't know what to say.
Halfway up the mountain, Cao Dingfeng smiled and nodded. "Good! In the future, if anyone dares to call herself 'Madam Shi Xiang' again, that means they're going against me, Cao Dingfeng! "
However, right at this moment, a strange noise suddenly came from the opposite mountain. Everyone quickly looked over, only to see five dragon steeds carrying five people. Just like Luo Zhen before, they soared a hundred meters into the air with a swoosh, pouncing straight towards Luo Zhen, who was riding her steed single-handedly.
Yan Xiu gripped his twin axes tightly. Luo Zhen was also shocked. She quickly urged her horse to dodge.
"Kill!"
Cao Dingfeng let out a cold shout, raised his spear and took the lead in rushing out. Everyone immediately followed him and rushed down to help Luo Zhen out of her predicament.
Out of the seven steeds, five of them leapt out from the mountain forest and joined the battle. In an instant, both dragon steeds charged back and forth, their surging transcendence energy stirring up as they fought to the death. This kind of battle that was filled with magical power would suffocate any ordinary person who approached it.
Charcoal, who Miao Yi was sitting on, didn't jump out in a flashy manner. Instead, it slipped a few times, and slowly slid to the foot of the mountain as if it was a little afraid.
Miao Yi could faintly feel the emotions transmitted by Charcoal. It seemed to be saying that he was afraid. Should he find a place to hide?
Miao Yi really wanted to raise his spear and stab this beast to death. 'At most, I want to surrender after losing, but you actually want to run away before the outcome of the battle has been decided?'
Similarly, Yan Xiu didn't jump out to join the battle. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Miao Yi. This was his usual style — safety first!
At the same time, he pulled back Miao Yi, who seemed to be a little impulsive, and shook his head at Charcoal, who he was sitting on.
In this kind of back and forth battle, without a dragon steed to borrow strength, the opponent would come and go like the wind on a dragon steed. It would be very difficult to hit the opponent. With Charcoal's leg strength and speed? Going up would be courting death.
Yan Xiu abruptly raised his head to look at the peak of the opposite mountain. He saw a cold and elegant woman dressed in snow-white clothes riding on a maroon dragon steed. She had a bow and arrows on her back and a Serpent Spear in her hand. Between her brows was a five-petaled white lotus.
Behind her, there were also four cultivators riding on dragon steeds. All of them had a cultivation at White Lotus Third Grade.
"Qin Weiwei!" Yan Xiu's pupils shrank as he cried out involuntarily, "Not good! We were all used by Yuan Zhengkun! "
Those who were good at surrendering were naturally good at this. He immediately realized that everyone had been tricked by Yuan Zhengkun.
She was Qin Weiwei? Wasn't she going to split up and attack from the other side? Why would he appear here? Miao Yi also raised his head to look at the peak of the opposite mountain. He still hadn't realized what was going on. He didn't know what Yuan Zhengkun had tricked him into.
Yan Xiu didn't have time to explain and quickly sent a sound transmission to Luo Zhen. However, in the midst of the battle, there was a constant flow of magic power, so the sound transmission was completely ineffective.
At this moment, on the opposite mountain peak, Qin Weiwei, dressed in clothes as white as snow, gently raised her finger and pointed down the mountain. The four riders behind her immediately dashed down at lightning speed, landing on the battlefield.
Four White Lotus Third Grade cultivators and five White Lotus Second Grade cultivators — a total of nine people surrounded Cao Dingfeng's group of six and madly attacked them.
On Cao Dingfeng's side, only Cao Dingfeng and Luo Zhen had a cultivation at White Lotus Third Grade. The other four had a cultivation at White Lotus Second Grade. In an instant, they had fallen into a disadvantageous position and were being suppressed.
At the same time, they were also entangled, unable to break free even if they wanted to.
The opponent had adopted an ingenious battle strategy. A White Lotus Third Grade cultivator held off Cao Dingfeng, while three White Lotus Third Grade cultivators surrounded Luo Zhen and madly attacked her. She was beaten to the point that her face was deathly pale, and she almost didn't have the strength to defend herself!
Yan Xiu's chest heaved up and down rapidly. He finally raised the pair of broad axes in his hands. His wife was in danger, and he, who had always been wise to protect himself, had no choice but to risk everything to save her.
However, just as the dragon steed beneath him took a step forward, it suddenly came to a halt. Yan Xiu's eyes widened.
Miao Yi's eyes widened as well. Charcoal's four hooves stamped chaotically, becoming extremely restless.
A long spear was stabbed into Luo Zhen's back. Luo Zhen was brandishing her saber with both hands to block the long spear thrusts from the people riding side by side. She didn't even have the time to lower her head to look at the bloody spear tip that had pierced through her chest. A White Lotus Third Grade cultivator who was in hot pursuit brandished his long saber and chopped off her head.
The headless corpse spat out fresh blood from the dragon steed galloping at high speed.
The spear tip that had pierced through her chest sent the corpse flying. Three White Lotus Third Grade cultivators joined hands to deal with Luo Zhen. They immediately turned their steeds around and surrounded Cao Dingfeng.
Miao Yi's gaze coldly locked onto the cultivator who had chopped off Luo Zhen's head. He slowly raised the silver spear in his hand.
'Neigh!' Charcoal faced upwards and let out a long neigh. Its eyes stared at Luo Zhen's fallen corpse, sneezing incessantly. Its four hooves were incessantly digging the ground, as if it wanted to charge and break through enemy lines. Its emotions became extremely irritable and restless. Miao Yi could feel the frenzied emotions transmitted by Charcoal.
However, Yan Xiu reached out and grabbed the fleshy feelers connecting Charcoal and Miao Yi. The fleshy feelers were the dragon steed's biggest weakness.
He stopped Miao Yi from taking the risk.
"Why?" Miao Yi turned around and stared at Yan Xiu, coldly saying, "They killed your wife. Don't you want revenge?"
Yan Xiu's face was filled with grief and indignation. "The enemy is too powerful. We can't take revenge. If we charge forward, we will only be throwing our lives away. Only by protecting ourselves will we have any hope of revenge!"
What he said wasn't wrong, but … Cao Dingfeng suddenly roared, "Yuan Zhengkun!"
He had obviously realized that he had fallen into Yuan Zhengkun's trap, but it was already too late. Under the siege of four White Lotus Third Grade cultivators, he realized that he couldn't hold on any longer. He didn't even have the time to say a word of surrender before he was chopped in half at the waist. His upper body flew into the air as he roared.
There were still two White Lotus Second Grade cultivators who were lucky enough to survive. Seeing that their defeat was already decided, they immediately shouted their surrender and gave up on resisting. They jumped off their dragon steeds and were captured with blades at their necks!
Victory and defeat had already been decided. Qin Weiwei's subordinates turned around to look at Yan Xiu and Miao Yi, who were cowering at the side, not daring to move.
At this moment, on the opposite mountaintop, a series of rustling sounds could be heard. Hundreds of cultivators riding on dragon steeds appeared behind Qin Weiwei, quickly forming into a row with an imposing aura.
Qin Weiwei quickly turned around and cupped her fists in salute to a cultivator dressed in silver armor in the middle.
This silver-armored cultivator was none other than the Mountain Chieftain of Mount Shaotai, Yang Qing. He had thick brows and large eyes, and was extraordinarily mighty. He faintly exuded a domineering aura as he coldly gazed at the battlefield below.
In fact, Yang Qing and Miao Yi had almost met once before. It was when Fairy Hong Chen had appeared in the ancient city. As the host, Yang Qing had welcomed her. However, at that time, Miao Yi had been hiding on top of the old willow tree, while Yang Qing had been standing on top of the city wall. The two of them were separated by a short distance, but unfortunately, they didn't see each other.
Seeing this scene, Yan Xiu quickly pushed Miao Yi away, while he himself immediately threw away his pair of broad axes. He jumped off his dragon steed, raised both his hands and said, "I surrender!"
This was his eleventh time surrendering!
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