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However, the situation of the corpse-suppressing pavilion team at this time is not that good.
The number of iron zombies that originally surrounded the team was reduced by half, and the remaining half had deep sword marks on their bodies. Some had their arms cut off, while others had penetrating wounds on their bodies.
"It's too much to bully others. Those lunatics at Jianfeng have really gone too far to bully others."
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At this time, everyone was injured, the pain was unbearable, and they were complaining endlessly.
The senior brother of the corpse-suppressing pavilion was in no better condition. The bandages on his body were cut open, revealing the silvery skin inside. Although his body was not harmed, having the bandages cut off was also a big deal for him. shame.
Originally, there was no damage to the team at the Corpse Pavilion, but on the way they suddenly encountered a sword cultivator who had been robbed of Zhu Guo.
The bad luck is here,
Those sword cultivators seemed to be crazy because they had snatched away the Zhu Guo.
Seeing it, he didn't even see Zhu Guo, how could he stole Zhu Guo.
But the angry sword cultivators didn¡¯t care about this. They already felt uncomfortable seeing this gloomy team, and now they just needed to vent their anger. They didn¡¯t care whether the corpse-suppressing pavilion cultivators stole the Zhu Guo or not.
The battle broke out in an instant.
The attack power of sword cultivators is too strong, far exceeding that of monks of the same level, but they are also not weak in the Corpse Suppression Pavilion.
The Iron Corpse's physical strength is comparable to the best magic weapon, and it is not afraid of pain, life or death. During the battle, it just happened to restrain the sharp swordsman.
In a fierce battle, both sides suffered heavy losses. Although there were no casualties on the Corpse Pavilion side, the Iron Corpse suffered heavy losses and their combat effectiveness dropped significantly.
And the sword cultivators did not fare well either. Some sword cultivators were accidentally gutted by iron stiffness, while others died from inhaling corpse poison that attacked their hearts.
This battle that started out of nowhere ended with the sword cultivator's retreat.
"This is already a poisonous swamp. After passing this poisonous swamp, we are already very close to the inner valley."
The senior brother of Zhenzhi Pavilion looked at the map in his hand and said while suppressing the anger in his heart.
At this time, all the monks in the corpse-suppressing pavilion were full of resentment.
"Little flower, the little flower that I have carefully cultivated for fifty years was split in half by a sword, those damn swordsmen!"
"Junior brother, my condolences, the family of three that I have trained for nearly a hundred years is about to advance into silver stiffness, but it is still chopped into pieces."
"The world doesn't understand us, but in our hearts, those Iron Zombies are our relatives. Now they are all being slaughtered. If I don't avenge this, I am useless as a human being."
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The monks in the corpse-suppressing pavilion were gnashing their teeth. After listening to their elder brother's words, they looked at the front of the swamp, wishing they could break into the inner valley and fight to the death with the sword cultivators at Sword Peak.
"The final destination of the sect team is the Inner Valley, and the madmen at Jianfeng are no exception. When they reach the Inner Valley, we must make them pay with blood."
The senior brother of the corpse-suppressing pavilion said with certainty. At this time, the bandages on his body were riddled with holes, all of which were traces left over from the battle with the sword cultivator.
After a moment of rest, the monks from the Corpse Pavilion team began to set foot in the poisonous swamp.
Because they have been dealing with corpse poison all year round, they have a strong immunity to the poisonous mist floating above the poisonous swamp. Coupled with the poison-avoiding pills distributed by the sect, it is not too troublesome.
But the biggest danger in the swamp is not the poisonous mist, but the golden elixir monster floating in the depths of the swamp.
"Junior brothers, please be careful. The most dangerous creature in the swamp here is the dragon krill. This kind of shrimp is extremely fast, and the mouthparts on their heads can even penetrate middle-grade soul magic weapons."
The tone of the Senior Brother of the Corpse Pavilion was solemn. On his hand, there were notes recorded by the elders of the sect. Although the dragon krill are not the strongest monsters in the entire poisonous swamp, they are the most dangerous, even It must surpass the monsters in the late stage of Jindan.
Even he, after training into a silver corpse body, might be pierced through the heart and fall directly here.
And the other monks in the Zombie Pavilion also knew the powerful relationship. At this time, everyone in the team huddled under the protection of Tie Zheng and moved forward slowly.
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At the same time, the teams of the eight major sects had more or less passed through the poisonous swamp and began to converge towards the inner valley.
The Qianling Sect¡¯s team lost very little personnel, because Huangfu Ling¡¯er always risked his life to protect the monks in the team whenever danger approached.
For the first time, the monks in the team were extremely grateful to Huangfu Linger.
The second time, although the monks in the team were still grateful, the gratitude in their hearts was already very weak.
For the third time, the entire team has become accustomed to Huangfu Ling'er risking his life to protect him.
Now, when danger comes, all the foundation-building monks in the entire team will immediately hide behind Huangfu Ling'er and watch with cold eyes.
Even when the danger was repelled, some monks who were affected by the battle and suffered minor injuries would complain about Huangfu Ling'er.
Originally, with Huangfu Ling'er's strength, she could have an easy time in the entire Secret Realm of Falling Dragon Valley, but now her white veil was stained with blood, and she felt a little tired.
After seeing the exhausted Huangfu Ling'er, the third Young Master Jian in the team began to have a sneer on his lips. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com