Every time the magic weapon collided, there was a deafening sound that made the ground tremble.
The light of the magic weapons intertwined to form a brilliant sea of light, enveloping the entire battlefield.
The shouts, roars, and curses of the monks came and went, forming a passionate battle symphony.
Their faces were filled with determination and madness, and each pair of eyes shone with blazing light, as if they were about to pour out all their power.
On the battlefield, dust was flying and smoke was filling the air. Every time the monk fell to the ground, a blood flower bloomed, dyeing the land bright red.
However, these monks seemed to be tireless. They stood up again and again and charged again and again until they were exhausted.
I saw a monk holding a long sword, the sword flashing with cold light. His body was like the wind, and he shuttled lightly among the enemy groups.
His sword skills are like flowing clouds and flowing water, sometimes as fast as lightning, sometimes as soft as willow catkins. Every time he swings his sword, he can bring up a fierce sword wind, forcing the enemies around him to retreat several steps.
At the same time, another monk was wielding a huge battle ax. His power was amazing, and every time he swung the ax, he seemed to be able to shake the earth.
The battle ax drew sharp trajectories in the air, and the air flow it brought up rolled up the surrounding dust, forming a chaotic battlefield.
The two monks passed each other in the air, and the collision of swords and axes made a deafening sound, as if even the sky was shaking.
The shock wave generated by the collision spread in all directions, forcing the surrounding monks to retreat.
Around here, other monks were fighting equally fiercely.
Someone casts a powerful spell, activating the power of heaven and earth to form a sea of fire, ice or thunder, submerging the enemy in it.
Some rely on their superb body skills to move freely among the enemy, looking for flaws and delivering a fatal blow.
On the battlefield, the light of various spells intertwined to form a colorful light curtain.
In this light curtain, the figures of the monks were looming, and every confrontation was full of thrills and excitement.
Monks continue to die, losing their lives forever!
More monks saved their souls, and then Jiang Yulian led the people of the Soul Demon Sect to urgently begin to rebuild their bodies!
Chen Ping’s eyes turned red when he looked at the fallen monks!
In today’s battle, Chen Ping can only be worthy of the dead monks by killing that Mu Qing!
Mu Qing’s eyes were also scarlet red. At this moment, both sides were already red-eyed!
“die……”
Chen Ping and Mu Qing all turned into a stream of light and collided fiercely together!