"Ah!" Between Xing Lao's brows, it seemed that he was getting older.
For his old friend's daughter, he is naturally caring, not only accepting her as a disciple, but also taking care of her in cultivation.
But for Ji Chenyu, the death of her father was a knot that she could never untie in her life.
If there is no war, Xinglao will definitely go to Xiliang in person to bring Ji Chenyu back.
But now They Ling Xiaozong, I am afraid that they are too busy to take care of themselves.
"They are here." An elder suddenly said in a deep voice.
Boom! Boom!
Bursts of loud noises gradually spread from far to near.
All the people in Ling Xiao City felt a nameless coercion falling on their heads, which made people tremble in the bottom of their hearts.
"People from Xiliang are here!" The monks standing upstairs suddenly had a cold light in their eyes.
On the horizon, a group of dense monks suddenly rushed out. Most of these monks were controlling monsters. Looking around, they were suddenly occupied by a huge group of monsters.
Above the sky, hundreds of flying dragons spread their huge wings, and the roar of dragons shook the world. With the melodious sound of war drums, this group of monks spread out and slowly advanced towards Lingxiao City.
Boom! boom! boom!
Tens of thousands of monks and monsters were mixed together. Every time they took a step, there would be a loud noise on the ground, which echoed in the air.
Among this group of monks, countless banners were waving, and a special pattern was drawn on each banner to indicate the tribe they belonged to.
"The Zhongtu League made a mistake in its estimation. The Xiliang Royal Court actually dispatched more than 90 tribes this time! This has exceeded the limit of our Lingxiao Sect!" Xing Lao murmured.
As the oldest elder here, he is very clear about the strength comparison between the two sides.
Although the Lingxiao Sect is known as the strongest sect in China, it is the strongest, but there are limits.
Every large tribe in Xiliang Royal Court has at least one Supreme Realm powerhouse in charge. It was difficult for Ling Xiaozong to deal with this group of people coming in mighty force.
"Spirit cannon, get ready!" Xing Lao waved his hand, and a black cannon barrel protruded from the watchtower on each city head.
Following the fluttering of battle flags, the spiritual energy in the spirit stone cannon was gathered, and it aimed at the army in front of it and blasted it directly.
Boom! boom!
A stream of light fell on the monster army in an instant, and several monks who were facing them were hit by the aura cannon, and instantly disappeared and turned into ashes.
However, at the same time as the aura cannons were deployed, a few mana giant palms also condensed from Xiliang, directly blocking these aura cannons.
At the same time, a cold shout came from the Xiliang formation.
I saw a giant statue of a barbarian appearing high above the sky in an instant, and ran towards Lingxiao City with his feet on the ground.
The barbarian colossus lightly waved the huge ax in its hand, and slashed down heavily, only to hear a rumbling sound, and the entire Lingxiao City was suddenly shaken.
The light curtain covering the sky above Lingxiao City fluctuated violently, and then some golden script scripts appeared on the inner wall of the light curtain, as if it strengthened the light curtain a bit, and finally withstood the attack of the barbarian colossus.
"Ling Xiaozong, I heard that you are the number one sect in Middle-earth, are you hiding inside like a turtle and can't come out?" In mid-air, a big man with a rough face appeared.
His voice spread throughout Lingxiao City in a blink of an eye.
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At this moment, from the side of Lingxiao Mountain, the divine master's cold voice came out: "The commander of the Xiliang royal court? You dare to attack my Lingxiaozong!" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com