Only dozens of cultivators with radiant auras, each with faces as cold as frost, stepped on flying swords. Dozens of people fell into the outer hall among the cultivators, and the leader pointed at He Xiang and scolded him.

  "Congratulations, Xiang! How dare you! Eldest Brother was murdered! You actually dared to conceal and not report it!"

  He didn't listen to He Xiang's explanation, and with an icy expression, he swept his gaze over the other elders: "I am Hong Junxuan, the second disciple of the Old Ancestor. From now on, I will take charge of the Outer Hall! If anyone disobeys, they will be killed without pardon!"

  The other elders' faces all changed color, but no one dared to speak up, as many of them had seen Hong Junxuan and his group before.

  "I'll give you a chance to redeem yourselves. Hong Junxuan's eyes revealed his killing intent, pointing at the guards below Jinwu City, he said sternly: 'I'll allow you to lead a thousand men, if you can defeat these country bumpkins, I'll pardon your crimes. If anyone shows cowardice, don't blame me for being ruthless!'"

  The elders all looked as pale as earth.

  This team's strength is unknown, but their killing intent is so solid that it's terrifying. Just observing from a distance, they can't muster up any courage.

  "What?" Hong Junxuan's face turned even colder: "You don't want to?"

  Several other Ming Xiao disciples also looked at the crowd with ill intentions, and as soon as He Xiang and others showed a little resistance, they would take action.

  He Xiang's face was ashen, knowing that at this point he had no power to turn the tide. The Ming Xiao Sect's patience with them had reached its limit. He said gruffly: "I agree."

  In front of him there was only one road, seeking life in death.

  Hong Junxuan and his men would never give him a way out, as for escaping, he hadn't even thought about it. The vastness of the Xiaoyue border was not a place where he could find refuge.

  When Jian Huan Xiang spoke, the eyes of the other elders were uncertain, especially those who had condensed their veins to the third heaven. At this moment, they had a mind to leave. But for several Ming Xiao disciples, they vaguely surrounded them, and they also knew that it was not so easy to escape.

  They stood silently beside He Xiang.

  Hong Junxuan and other Ming Xiao disciples flashed a hint of hatred in their eyes. Huang Zhuo's death was like a thunderbolt to the Ming Xiao sect. These Ming Xiao disciples mostly idolized their senior brother, and his sudden death, still in Xiaoshan border, a place they had never considered a threat, made it hard for them to swallow this blow.

  He Xiang knew that making excuses was useless and didn't say a word, directly selecting one thousand people.

  The sudden appearance of Ming Xiao's disciple immediately made the battlefield, which had originally calmed down, tense again. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Hong Junxuan, making him feel more excited than ever before. The eldest senior brother was not there, and it was finally his turn.

  They have been waiting for this day for a long time.

  As long as this city is taken, Xiaoyue Boundary will once again fall under the control of our sect. He who achieves this feat will gain great merit and inevitably become the new leader among the young disciples of our sect, replacing Eldest Brother. As for people like He Xiang, in his eyes, they are incompetent and only bring trouble. If it weren't for them, the situation in Xiaoyue Boundary wouldn't have deteriorated to such an extent.

  "The disciples of the Ming Xiao Sect are so hopeless, it's simply beyond salvation." Da Han shook his head, his tone expressing unspeakable disgust.

  "Heh heh, when heaven wants to destroy someone, it will first make them mad. Why must you, sir, be on the same level as them?" The middle-aged man chuckled lightly.

  "That's right." The big man nodded, and immediately showed a look of anticipation: "It's also good. In this way, we can also see what's special about this Black Armor Guard."

  Noticing the change in the outer hall was not just the onlookers, but also Shulong.

  His expression immediately turned serious, and he glanced at the boss on Jinwu City. He whispered to the adult in the necklace: "Sir, they seem to be about to make a move."

  "Take action?" The voice of the big man in the necklace suddenly became excited: "Good! Very good! Kill them! Kill them all!"

  Long Dragon was startled, this man's murderous aura is really heavy. However, he certainly wouldn't take the words to heart, he sized up the situation and realized that there might not be time to plunder the spoils of war for the time being, and suddenly felt a bit depressed. The boss had them come to plunder, but now it seems like the task can't be completed.

  The first task given by Boss Lao to Wei Ying was not completed, and Shu Long was extremely unhappy.

  But at this time, he also knew the weight of it. The other side had set aside a thousand men, and they were absolutely not there to invite them to dinner. Decisive, he commanded each team to gather immediately.

  The originally scattered Weiying Zhuo quickly gathered around Shu Long, just like a magnet attracting them to fly close. The heavy black armor did not bring any obstacles to them, although they could not fly, but everyone's movements were extremely agile, and after a few jumps, they returned to the camp.

  Zuo Mo sat on the auspicious cloud, nodding to himself. Shi Yan was indeed more stable than he thought. He didn't make a sound, but had the Symbol Warrior Pavilion prepare for support at any moment. Any team that hadn't gone through actual combat would ultimately be useless. Previously, he thought that the Guard Camp wouldn't have much effect in a short period of time, but now he found that their progress far exceeded his imagination, and suddenly felt a few points of confidence.

  The brief exchange just now had actually consumed the fighting strength of both camps. The support that the symbol war pagoda could provide was quite limited, so Left Mo could only let them quickly recover their spiritual power.

  He was also curious about what powerful means Weiyang had.

  Based on his understanding of Pu Yao, if he wasn't confident, he wouldn't have come out and made a fool of himself.

  The peony fairy can only do one thing, and that is to show off!

  The garrison was integrated at the fastest speed, and Shu Long did not order a retreat back to the city, but instead prepared to meet the enemy outside the city.

  "They have school exams, and so do you."

  The words of the adults in the necklace made Bao Long's face turn pale with fright.

  "I've taught you so many things, if you pay attention, this little situation wouldn't be handled so perfunctorily."

  There was no emotion in Pu Yao's words.

  "If you can't afford it, then you might as well be dead. Your boss may have a soft heart, but you're useless and just a burden."

  Bu Long didn't get angry, he was a man in his forties, and had been a slave for over twenty years. He had experienced all sorts of hardships and seen all kinds of things. Although the master's words were unpleasant to hear, they weren't wrong. He tightened the heavy black armor on his body, lifted his head, and his eyes only showed determination.

  If you can't even handle a simple situation like this, how can you face your boss?

  He slowly swept his gaze around, saying in a low voice: "This is our first battle! I know everyone has been waiting for this day for a long time. We've worked hard to cultivate ourselves, what's the point of it all? It's all for this battle! Today, even if we die, we must establish the reputation of the Weiying Camp!"

  His voice was not loud, but every face in the camp lit up with excitement.

  Zuo Mo hadn't heard their words, he was somewhat shocked as he stared at the black energy churning above the Wei camp, suddenly intensifying several times over, in his eyes it was thick like ink, even he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of danger.

  What an impressive battle formation!

  Zuo was shocked and inexplicable, the female cultivator who had been quiet beside him suddenly lit up with a faint purple light in her eyes, staring at the Wei camp without blinking.

  Inside the spiritual eye, all that can be seen is a thread of black air rising from each of the camp and guard's bodies. As soon as the black air rises, it merges into the formation and moves about restlessly inside. In the blink of an eye, the formation is filled with countless fine, thread-like black airs.

  "Let's go!" He Xiang said in a low voice.

  The other elders silently took out their flying swords and urged on the Ling Jia. Behind them, a thousand cultivators also took out their Ling Jia and urged them on.

  The sky was once again filled with various colors of light.

  Everyone's attention is once again focused on these two teams about to collide.

  In terms of strength, the outer hall has an absolute upper hand. Their Ling Jia is far superior to the heavy armor of the Weiying camp. In the eyes of many cultivators, such a rough and clumsy heavy armor, someone actually uses it, it's the first time I've seen it.

  In terms of individual strength, the Outer Hall is absolutely superior. Among the elders of the Outer Hall, there are several cultivators who have condensed their Qi to the third heaven. As for the Wei Camp, although they cultivate a very unconventional method, their personal strength is mediocre, and not even one outstanding master has been seen.

  Many people's eyes unconsciously glanced at Mo and shook their heads.

  Hong Junxuan sneered, "Heavy armor, they're still using stuff from a thousand years ago. Such ancient relics are being brought out, who told me they have plenty of resources? The outer hall was killed by such a group of people? Trash is trash, even if they entered our Mingxia Sect, they're not worthy of being cultivated!"

  "Haha, that's right! They can't compare to Master. With just a flick of his wrist, it's a piece of cake!" A junior apprentice flattered: "Not to mention Jinwu City, even if several more came, Master would still capture them with ease!"

  Hong Junxuan was overjoyed: "Once we capture this city, everyone's merits will be undeniable!"

  "Brother is so clever!"

  "Following the senior brother is sure to bring good luck!"

  ……

  The other junior brothers flattered Hong Junxuan in a roundabout way, and Hong Junxuan's vanity was unprecedentedly satisfied. He waved his hand: "Look at this group of waste, what's the use?"

  Other people's eyes also turned to He Xiang.

  "Kill!" He Xiang didn't waste any words, charging forward at the front. The other elders also didn't speak, closely following behind him, and the thousand cultivators also didn't dare disobey orders.

  A shrill whistling sound suddenly rose in the sky.

  A vast expanse of light and splendor descended like rain, rushing towards the Weiying Garrison outside Jinwu City!

  Ten miles!

  There was no movement, and the silver flood that everyone had expected did not appear, which made everyone feel unexpected.

  "Isn't the Symbol War Tower's strength already exhausted?" The middle-aged man was somewhat puzzled: "Or is the Golden Crow City Lord still full of confidence in this team?"

  The great Han also had a look of surprise, both possibilities are very likely, but they represent completely different meanings.

  He Xiang and the other elders had originally planned to face the torrential Lian Lei, but unexpectedly, after flying for half a day, Jin Wu City didn't release a single Lian Lei.

  This made them overjoyed and their morale suddenly soared!

  The several elders who had originally intended to escape were now greatly settled in their minds, and the outer sect cultivators behind them also immediately raised their morale.

  The most frightening thing is that the thunderstorm-like attack, now the greatest threat has disappeared, and the opponent is just a group of heavily armored earthworms, what's left to be feared?

  Yes! What else is worth being afraid of?

  Seeing a glimmer of hope for survival, He Xiang's fighting spirit suddenly surged, and he let out a loud roar: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

  One thousand outer sect disciples shouted in unison: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

  Seven miles!

  Five miles!

  Three miles!

  A cultivator came hurtling towards him with a shocking speed, rapidly enlarging in Su Long's field of vision.

  Mo Gong Yun's eyes snapped open, his crimson pupils flashing with a black aura like a black knife, as he let out a fierce roar!

  "Kill!"