After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 121|Big melee (2)

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The wild boar, which is more than two feet tall, has its back arched high, and the clusters of thorns on its back make a hunting sound in the wind.

With a pop of the hoof, fierce and domineering arrows shot out like rain!

In an instant, I captured a large area.

The group of monks who rushed to the front were the first to die.

“Holy shit!!”

[The pig killed XXX]

[The pig killed XXX]

[The pig killed XXX]

With the second wave of indiscriminate shooting, Liu Xinwen raised his hand and shouted hoarsely: "Get down! Get down quickly!"

Qiao Wan and Fang Lingqing quickly fell down on the spot.

I don’t know how the bushes of thorns on this wild boar grew. They were like scattered meteors, shooting straight at them. They were extremely sharp. Anyone who ran slower would be stabbed to death on the spot without exception. , all killed in action.

A group of elites from the three religions were beaten to pieces by a wild boar. It was truly a novel experience.

Seeing this shouting, a certain young Confucian monk shed tears silently.

I think of him as a rookie of the Lumen sect, the successor of the Stopping Cultivation Technique, wielding a sword across the entire Confucian sect, from the north to the north and south to the South Huozhou, singing with his sword. Today in this fantasy world, he was defeated by a wild boar. died!

"Ever since I entered Confucianism, I have never experienced such shame and humiliation QAQ!"

In the midst of this tragic battle, there was still a strong man who did not believe in evil. He took a step forward, raised his hand and threw a flying sword in a heroic manner, and shouted: "Go!"

The flying sword made an explosive sound and shot toward the pig's belly as fast as a meteor.

Under the expectant eyes of everyone, Feijian made a loud bang and headed straight towards the porcupine with a fearless momentum!

Danglang——

"Hit?" Fang Lingqing looked up cautiously.

Qiao Wan looked serious: "No."

As soon as it hit the pig belly, the flying sword broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

The sword cultivator, who had been so arrogant and ambitious just now, was stunned in disbelief. He seemed to have never expected that his flying sword would be so fragile!

This... this is the flying sword that he finally refined in the secret realm. He spent two days refining it!

Is this still a wild boar? Is this the indestructible divine pig raised by the Great Light Palace?

The young man's face was ashen, crumbling, and his expression was so miserable that even Qi Feidao couldn't help but feel slightly moved, watching the young swordsman following the steps of his seniors and heroically turning into the most brilliant shooting star in the sky.

Seeing the magic weapons of various colors coming at them, but barely doing much damage, everyone collapsed a little.

"No! Can't take it down! Withdraw!"

The leader of Zhan Yunfeng hissed.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the panicked shouts of his teammates: "There is a sneak attack!"

"It's from Taixuanguan! It's from Taixuanguan!"

“Can’t get out!”

This is already the third day. Most of the monks present spontaneously formed groups according to their sects and divided them into camps.

Since they couldn't get this mountain paste, the monks had a change of mind, so they should take advantage of the chaos and steal a bunch of heads first!

As a result, they decisively aimed their artillery fire at their opponents.

Rush! Kill these bald donkeys from Fanxin Temple, Taixuan Temple, Demon Dao from Chaotianling, Chongde Ancient Garden, and Shandao Academy! Even if you can't get these 800 points, you will never let your opponent get it!

In the blink of an eye, the smoke and mist rolled, the five-color sword lights flew up and down, and the friendship of the Plastic Alliance was instantly shattered.

This battle to push the boss has suddenly turned into a big melee that doesn’t differentiate between you and me.

*

Not far away.

In the mist, two men and a woman walked together.

The male cultivator carries a giant sword on his back and has a calm demeanor, while the female cultivator has a clear and ethereal temperament.

Hearing the faint screams coming from his ears, Meng Canglang slowed down his steps, a look of surprise on his face, "What happened there?"

"Shanpai." Baishan Lake said calmly, "It's about three quarters of an hour until the illusion is closed. If anyone doesn't score enough, they will definitely try to take advantage of this spiritual beast."

The people not far away were obviously fighting fiercely over this spiritual beast.

After saying this, Bai Shanhu looked very distant and cold, obviously not interested in mountain paste.

Meng Canglang nodded slightly, withdrew his gaze, and did not show any interest in going up for a kick.

However, unlike Bai Shanhu, who has a cold and indifferent temperament, the gentle and elegant Canglang Sword Meng Canglang thinks more and is more considerate.

From the time they entered the illusion until now, the two of them and Xie Xingzhi have been at the top of the rankings. The illusion will be closed in three quarters of an hour. Instead of joining in the fun, it is better to leave other monks with the opportunity to increase their points and advance.

However, not everyone is so considerate.

Just like the proud and arrogant man beside them.

The word "mountain paste" jumped to his ears. Xie Xingzhi stopped, pursed his lips, changed direction silently, raised his sword and turned around to leave. A black figure was vaguely exposed under the sleeves of his elegant robe. The pamphlet was blown by the wind, and you could vaguely see the word "mountain paste", two large characters written with strong force and steep and straight.

Meng Canglang was left stunned for half a second.

This seems to be Taoist friend Xie’s record of killing evil, right?

Thinking of the news yesterday that Xie Xingzhi failed in a duel with Shan Yao and returned home injured.

Meng Canglang slowly showed a hesitant expression.

Did Fellow Daoist Xie write down the name of a pig in the Zhu Xie Record?

The famous Gu Jian Xie Xingzhi carefully wrote down a pig in his little book of holding grudges, one stroke at a time. Who would believe it? !

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"Aren't you going to steal?" Fang Lingqing asked Qiao Wan dumbfounded: "How can you steal in this situation?"

In the current situation, even staying alive is a problem. Who will tell him how to steal? !

Liu Xinwen is relatively calm: "Do you have any idea, Fellow Daoist Lu?"

Qiao Wan held her breath: "There is a way, but there are too many people here, so we must first find a way to steal this pig out."

No matter how thick the skin of the mountain paste is, if so many monks are present to push it together, it will only be a matter of time before it is pushed down.

If you want to monopolize these 800 points, you must steal them.

Thanks to her previous exercise in the compass, Qiao Wan made a rough comparison. In terms of rough skin and thick flesh, she might not be inferior to this pig. At this time, the importance of a T was revealed!

She went to take the damage from Shan Yao, but Fang Lingqing Qi Fei said that they took advantage of the chaos to deal damage.

Fang Lingqing was confused: "Steal?"

Qiao Wan: "Pull me to a place where no one is around, otherwise why would there be so many people sharing this head?"

The 800 points are divided equally among everyone, and there won’t be much left if it is divided equally among everyone.

Liu Xinwen has always been decisive in doing things. After hearing this, he responded quickly.

Cannot be divided, absolutely cannot be divided.

But before stealing the pig, there is one more thing that must be asked clearly.

"If this mountain paste is stolen," Qi Feidao said solemnly: "Can fellow Taoist guarantee that I can get it?"

"I can't guarantee 100%." ​​Qiao Wan glanced at Qi Fei and said, "But it should be 60% to 70%."

Qi Feidao raised his eyes.

The eyes met briefly.

Before Qi Feidao could speak, Liu Xinwen made the final decision, "Okay, then just do what Fellow Daoist Lu said."

If you really can't beat him at the time, you can always escape by turning around and running away, right?

After setting the combat goals, everyone took a moment to discuss the combat plan, and Fang Lingqing was the first to launch.

The young man was dressed in white, with a hairband tied behind his head fluttering in the wind. From a distance, he looked like a new green pine. But when he thought of the battle plan he had just formulated, the corners of Fang Lingqing's eyes twitched slightly.

Is this... okay? No matter how you look at it, it looks ridiculous, right? !

As soon as he turned his head, a black head popped out of the bushes. The young man stared at the green leaves with a paralyzed face. Together with Qi Feidao, who was unshaven, he tilted his head shamefully and made cute gestures. .

"Come on."

Fang Lingqing's eyes twitched even more fiercely, and she forced herself to open her mouth and start reciting poetry.

As a disciple of the "Li" generation of Chongde Ancient Garden, I still have the ability to compose a poem on the spot.

This time, the poetic imagery in Fang Lingqing's mouth is mainly about driving a phoenix chariot.

The poem resonates with the aura of heaven and earth. A mass of mist and auspicious clouds scatter in the sky. A magnificent chariot descends from the sky. White cranes fly around and the sound of bells sounds like a divine phoenix chariot.

The monks who were still fighting hard looked up and were stunned.

What is this? Why is there still a car? Who pulled the car over? !

"Up."

Qi Feidao gestured silently to Qiao Wan, kicked off his straw sandals on the ground, and followed closely behind.

The man's eyes suddenly became sharp and his expression was solemn.

Qi Men Dun Jia·Open!

Before the monks present could recover, an earth dragon roared out accompanied by a chariot! Luan flags were fluttering in the wind, dust and smoke were billowing, and earth dragons were circling and roaring around the chariot. While everyone was stunned, the fairy phoenix chariot descended slowly, and then - decisively lifted up the wild boar and rolled away!

Qiao Wan was overjoyed and immediately followed with her sword raised: "It's done!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, several people carried the pig and ran away, leaving only a wisp of dust and smoke and a ringtone dissipating in the air.

After half a second, a scream of realization rang out from the spot.

"Pig!"

"I am a poor monk's pig!"

"The pig was carried away by Fang Lingqing and the others!"

The sects looked at each other in confusion for a second, then immediately reacted, raised their swords and chased after him!

"Put the pig down!!"

"Stay alive or save the pig!"

The wailing sounds are endless: "Fellow Taoist! There are pigs under the car!!"

Looking back at the billowing dust and smoke, Fang Lingqing staggered and ran against the wind. At the same time, she decisively abandoned her elegance and grace and complained wildly: "I've already said it, who would use a phoenix chariot to pick up a pig? Ah!"

Qi Feidao made a sharp turn and formed a seal on his hand, Qi Men Dun Jia·Wu.

Throwing out a few wooden stakes to block the way of everyone behind, the man rubbed his chin: "Don't you think this scene looks familiar?"

Fang Lingqing complained angrily: "I can't imagine anyone using a phoenix chariot to pick up a pig."

Qi Feidao frowned and thought: "It's very similar to..."

Qiao Wan, who was following the driver and swinging her legs quickly, felt a sudden thump in her heart.

"She looks exactly like the Demon Realm Emperor!" The man held his fist in his right hand and suddenly realized: "That's Qiao Wan! Kunshan Qiao Wan! The one who was picked up by Mei Kangping."

After finishing speaking, Qi Feidao did not forget to ask for advice from those around him. Qi Feidao smiled brightly: "Friend Lu, do you think it looks like it?"

Qiao Wan's foot slipped as she was speeding along.

"Fellow Taoist Lu?" This was Qi Feidao.

"Lu Cixian" This is Fang Lingqing.

Under the surprised looks of the two people, the Demon Realm Emperor Qiao Wan, who was picked up by the phoenix chariot, did not change her expression and replied against her will: "It looks very similar."

Help, it’s so hard to cover your waistcoat! QAQ

The speed of the car reached 200 yards, and in a blink of an eye, the pig was dragged to its destination - a nearby teleportation array.

Liu Xinwen, who had been waiting in front of the teleportation array for a long time, beamed with joy: "Stolen it back?!"

"I stole it back, sit tight!" Qi Feidao raised his lips and smiled, "Let's go!"

Drawing the car, everyone jumped onto the teleportation circle.

One, two, three!

Teleport!

As soon as the teleportation circle was illuminated, Fang Lingqing and Qiao Wan pulled the pig and rolled it twice. When they looked up, they saw mist filling the air, and a string of crystal drops of water hanging on the grass blades in front of them.

Great, no one!

"What are you still doing?" Liu Xinwen looked around and saw that no one was around, and quickly waved his hand to command, "Why don't you come up quickly?"

Yes, yes!

Everyone woke up from a dream.

Although this teleportation circle has random teleportation locations, the illusion is only so big. When the pig-killing army arrives later, as long as one of them teleports here, as long as they use the jade token to contact their own sect, they are pigs. Just kill without living.

Liu Xinwen looked at Qiao Wan: "Friend Lu Dao."

Qiao Wan understood, turned around and said in a deep voice: "After I get up, you guys get up again, don't get too close to it."

Sword Two: Attack Style.

Seeing Qiao Wan pick up the sword and rush forward, Fang Lingqing and Qi Feidao's eyebrows jumped, and they were still a little confused.

Is this... okay?

There is no magic robe to wear, and there is no magic weapon to protect you, just like this?

Originally, I was having a great time arching, but I was suddenly carried away by a driver. Shan Yao was still confused, but suddenly a young monk appeared in front of me.

Who is this?

The wild boar kicked its hind hooves anxiously.

No matter what, just arch it!

With a bow, a cluster of thorns shot out from his back!

Qiao Wan tightened her grip on the sword and held her breath.

Whether it is worth the offence she suffered in Five Elements Compass depends on now.

Thorns rushed straight to Qiao Wan, and Fang Lingqing's heart suddenly rose to her throat.

But the expected scene of the boy being poked into a hedgehog by thorns did not appear.

As soon as the thorns touched the young man's body, they seemed to have hit some extremely hard iron plate. They were swept away by the sword light and fell down one after another!

Seeing this, Qiao Wan held her breath and quickly followed up with her consciousness.

One condensation, one twist, one poke.

In the fantasy world, the spiritual consciousness was suppressed a lot, and it was not as easy as controlling the World of Warcraft. However, Qiao Wan thought that it would be no problem if the spiritual consciousness held the BOSS and caused the BOSS to fall into chaos.

As Shan Yao roared anxiously, thorns greeted Qiao Wan one by one.

Qiao Wan felt a little relieved. It turned out that she was right.

Exercise?

Qi Feidao opened his eyes slightly.

It’s not like the monks in this illusion have no physical training, but they are the first ones with such thick skin as Lu Cixian.

Has Lu Cixian’s physical training improved again? Could this be his adventure in the past two days?

The young man's figure is as strong and elegant as the wind and snow, but his skin is simply stronger and more durable than a wild boar.

Thinking of this, Qi Feidao was speechless, and at the same time, the scene in front of the gate of the Great Guangming Palace could not help but appear in front of his eyes.

Lu Cixian was kneeling on the ground, with horrifying blood holes all over his body and limbs. The blood was gurgling and dyed the soil under him red.

At that time, all the monks from the Guangming Palace gathered in the Guangming Heart Palace. If he hadn't been reluctant to let go of the weird symbols in Lu Cixian's head and helped him, the young man probably wouldn't be alive now.

It had only been a few days, and Qi Feidao felt a slight shiver on the back of his head, feeling surprised.

First, he defeated Xiaofang on the Flower Zuo Peak. He has improved a lot in his physical training. Although his level has not improved, the speed of progress of the young man in front of him is really amazing.

"Silly?!" Liu Xinwen roared, "Go!"

Qiao Wan activated the monster, and his consciousness condensed into a thin thread. He pulled this consciousness and was responsible for directing hatred towards himself. Behind him, Fang Lingqing Qi Feidao quickly dealt with several enemies.

There were monks from various sects in front of them, and under the collective effort of everyone, after a while, the two-foot-tall wild boar in front of them finally showed some signs of fatigue and turned red.