The leader shouted, "Formless!"
The other places were even worse off.
"Tie." The black smoke yao's voice came from the black smoke.
"Wah wah wah, what is this? I've never seen it before! Fireworks? So pretty! You do have some skill! It is a pity that you encountered this genius. Let this genius teach you the true meaning of battle … … "He quickly spat out a bunch of words, his flame-like orange hair dancing in the wind.
They did not panic at all and quickly formed a battle formation. The unique chanting of dhyana xiu appeared on their bodies with light of various colors.
The scouts of Xuan Kong Temple were the elite of the battalion. They had received strict training from childhood and had rich battle experience. They had been together for more than five years and had great teamwork.
The orange-haired yao made a sound of acknowledgment and then realized. "I understand, you are afraid you cannot win."
The leader looked at the enemy charging over and a hint of disdain flashed through his eyes. Having been through hundreds of battles, he was skilled in battle. The enemy looked aggressive but their battle formation was disjointed and their teamwork was not up to par.
"The genius attack of a genius, the invincible flesh fire bomb of a genius!" The orange-haired yao spread his arms, his entire body covered in white flames. Like a cannonball leaving a white tail of light, he leapt towards the enemy's battle formation!
Ever since the beginning, when they encountered small groups of scouts like the one in front of them, there was no room for anyone else to interfere. The two of them seemed to be on steroids and no one else had a chance to act.
He suddenly recalled that there was another battle general with Bie Han called Gongsun or something. He did not remember the name of this battle general. The great majority of people did not remember. However, in the eyes of the leader, this did not matter.
"Tie." Cang Ze did not even look and answered directly.
Everyone's tone was crisp but their eyes couldn't help but show hints of admiration. The orange-haired yao and the black smoke yao were extremely talented. When the two started to cultivate the three powers, their rate of improvement was astounding.
Shu Long said patiently, "They have not entered our attack range. This is not beneficial for us to launch a sneak attack."
"So good! So relaxed. "Cang Ze twisted his mouth.
What responded to him was A Wen's angry shout, "Kill!"
Almost all of the Xuan Kong Temple scouts were stunned in this moment!
"Change teams." Nan Yue had an expression of agreement.
The two of them actually broke through their battle formation. Could it be that they were Nascent Soul cultivators?
Nan Yue and the others were chatting leisurely at the side.
The team leader paled in shock. The battle formation had been broken!
The orange-haired demon looked dazed and confused. He was a little dizzy, and the transparent flames around him dimmed a little. He muttered subconsciously, "Eh, I feel a little dizzy …"
"You are afraid you can't win!" The orange-haired yao's expression was certain. He looked at A Wen out of the corner of his eyes with an indecipherable meaning.
"It's a draw." Nan Yue turned her gaze towards the battlefield, admiring the fight between the two.
"Guess who won this time?" Ming Jue Zi glanced over and asked.
The light that filled the sky dimmed in front of the two giant palms.
When A Wen met the orange-haired yao's strange gaze, blood rushed to his head. "Come come come, let's fight!"
"Shut up! You idiot! "Nearby, A Wen couldn't help but curse.
Could this be Bie Han's team?
This idiot actually dared to speak at this time! How undisciplined!
"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"
"Team Leader!" A Xuan Kong Temple scout shouted in grief. The [Majestic Light Palm] surpassed the team leader's cultivation. This palm would consume at least ten years of the team leader's lifespan.
No matter if it was the almost transparent flames of the orange-haired yao or A Wen's black flames, in the eyes of everyone, they were a strange and unfamiliar power. They were clearly different from the three powers, and seemed slightly more like adults.
The orange-haired yao shook his head like a rattle-drum.
Hearing the conversations of the people around him, Shu Long confirmed his decision to change the leader of a different team.
A Wen really could not resist. "Idiot, it is easier to win with a surprise attack!"
"We still have to wait … …" the orange-haired yao twisted his mouth and muttered.
The golden palm imprints left his palm and immediately turned into two enormous golden palms that slammed towards the two people in the air.
"If we can win, why do we need to ambush?" The orange-haired yao looked strangely at A Wen with an expression of "you are so strange."
How was it possible?
This kind of battle was just a corner of the entire battlefield.
[Majestic Light Palm]!
The two bickered but their movements were extremely fast.
Some people who reacted quickly couldn't help but have a strange feeling in their hearts. However, they were immediately filled with disdain. They were indeed disorganized soldiers!
The bodies of all the dhyana xiu shook. All of the light and sutra characters on their bodies were shattered and turned to dots of light!
A Wen's expression was slightly pale. There were some wounds on his body but his eyes were murderous as he stared at the Xuan Kong Temple team leader. His eyes were as cold as ice.
When his teammates needed support, he didn't even have the courage to charge.
All kinds of fist energies, staff shadows, talismans, sutra characters erupted like volcanoes.
"Kill!" A Wen suddenly shouted angrily and stepped forward to stab his spear! His movements were smooth and filled with beauty. The black flames on his body suddenly flooded into the black spear. The tip of the spear turned into a silent black energy that entered the center of the colored whirlpool.
Impossibly stupid!
"Should we act now?" The orange-haired yao turned his head to ask Shu Long.
"You are the one who cannot win!" A Wen was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and exploded.
The people that were charging up were not from Sin Battalion. They were probably cannon fodder under Bie Han's command.
The team leader smirked coldly. They wanted to fight a battle formation with just the two of them, it was really stupid!
Shu Long's face was full of black lines. He decided that he would not bring a team of these two people next time. Looking at the scouts that had clearly noticed the activity here, Shu Long said helplessly, "Fight, fight!"
"Change teams," Cang Ze said.
"Change teams." The black smoke yao's muffled voice came out of the black smoke.
"Mine!" "Mine!" "Mine!" … …
Shu Long and the others had no intentions of going forward.
"Shut up!" A Wen squeezed out through his teeth and glared angrily at the orange-haired yao.
Ming Jue Zi sighed. "I also feel it is a draw. However, don't you find it boring? "
It was a pity that the team leader … …
"Shut up!" The tendons on A Wen's forehead bulged and his expression became even more vicious.
The orange-haired yao shook his head. "I will not fight with people that are afraid of not being able to defeat the enemy."
No matter the time, the two of them were always competing.
At the side, Shu Long who had always been silent couldn't resist. "Change teams!"
Their gazes were on Shu Long and the others at the back. They were going to separate Shu Long and the others to prevent them from coming to help.
The other scouts all had sorrowful and angry expressions but they all knew that this was not the time to be sorrowful. No matter what, they could not let the attack of their leader be wasted.
"This is not good … …" Nan Yue who wanted to train her yao arts said hesitantly.
Boom!
"Idiot … …" The furious A Wen gritted his teeth. Like an arrow leaving the bow, he leapt at the other.
At this time, the orange-haired yao's shout suddenly sounded over the battlefield.
The orange-haired yao turned his face and said seriously, "You will never be able to understand the thoughts of a genius. This is why you cannot become a genius." Finishing, he immediately turned his face and said smugly towards Xuan Kong Temple, "Mortals, tremble!"
The orange-haired yao completely ignored A Wen's disdainful gaze. His expression was puzzled. "Why are we ambushing?"
A layer of black flame flowed around A Wen's body. The black was as black as ink and pulsed with an unique rhythm. This layer of black flame was even deeper and thicker than his previous killing essence. It also did not have any presence, as though it was harmless.
The people in the surroundings gaped as they looked at the two that were out of tune.
The two enormous palms in the air suddenly burst like bubbles and turned to two balls of golden light.
"I knew it would be like this," Ming Jue Zi said with a helpless expression.
The intensity of the battle did not surpass Jiang Zhe's expectations. What surprised him was that in such a fierce battle, they were at a disadvantage!
The sutra characters on his forehead grew even brighter, but the tips of his brows became slightly grey.
Everyone exchanged a look.
"What do you know! This is a tactic! "A Wen was slightly confused by the orange-haired yao.
[Majestic Light Palm] was one of the ultimate dhyana xiu skills. It was extremely powerful, but it had a high requirement of cultivation. Only yuanying could completely cast it. With Captain's jindan body, he did not care about the loss of his lifespan. Everyone believed that the two of them could not escape.
Shu Long looked helplessly at the orange-haired yao who was looking at him. He could only shake his head and say in a light voice, "Wait a little longer."
Seeing this, the other people charged out together.
Everyone hoped to temper their strength through battle, and did not want to be spectators at the side.
The two of them charged at the very front like two angry arrows.
Then his smile quickly froze on his face.
The two of them were completely unharmed!
The power of the two gradually became something they could not understand.
The orange-haired yao and A Wen felt the countless lights in front of them quickly collapse towards the center and spin, forming a multi-colored whirlpool. The whirlpool produced a great power that pulled them towards the whirlpool.
The blinding sutra characters spun around their bodies. Their expressions were calm and composed.
For some reason, the captain sighed in relief. It had to be said that while Bie Han was not famous in the outside world, everyone in Xuan Kong Temple knew of him, much less the infamous Sin Battalion. Everyone felt as though a rock was pressing down on their hearts, so heavy they could not breathe. Bie Han was a battle general on the same level as Jiang Zhe Daren!
Not far away, a few Xuan Kong Temple scouts were patrolling and looking around warily, searching for traces of the enemy.
The distance between the two sides decreased.
A layer of faint white flame floated up from the orange-haired yao's body. The color of this flame was extremely faint and almost transparent. His expression was exaggerated as he howled, spread his arms, and chattered.
Pia!
Other than envy, everyone's fighting spirit rose.
These two hands grew larger and enveloped the orange-haired yao and A Wen.
But at this time, he did not have time to think. His instincts formed from many years of battle caused him to make the most direct counterattack. With an angry roar, a sutra character appeared on his forehead. His expression was solemn and dignified as his hands suddenly pushed forward.
"Are you afraid!" A Wen's expression was disdainful.
"Yes, with a genius like me here, there is no need for any ambush." The orange-haired yao was smug. He took the lead and charged at the other scouts.
"Hey hey hey, don't steal from me … …"
The lights on their bodies suddenly spun rapidly and a strange power formed.
A Wen was seething with anger. "You … …"
When they saw the remaining scouts on the team side stop in unison, they did not have the slightest intention of barging in.
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