Chapter 123 Hunting

During the Longquan Conference, the clashes between the monks of the three major forces were mostly small-scale clashes in the form of teams.

In the past, large-scale fights were tried, that is, to define a range, and all parties put all the monks into this area to fight a vigorous fight.

But after trying this twice, all parties were unwilling to continue.

Because in such a fight, each party suffered huge losses, and the cost was not proportional to the benefits.

Small-scale clashes in the form of teams are different. Casualties can be effectively controlled, and if the monks guarding the mountain peaks find that the situation is not right, they can evacuate and preserve their strength.

There are three types of teams. One is the defensive team, sitting on the peaks to resist the invading enemy.

One is the assault team, taking the initiative to attack and capture the enemy's mountain.

Another is the hunting team, wandering around, going wherever there is an advantage, and if the opportunity is right, they will also cooperate with the assault team to launch an attack.

Lu Ye is in the hunting team.

There are only five people in the team, but all of them have good cultivation. Except for Xie Jin who is in the fifth level, the other three are all in the fourth level.

Because the hunting team is the team that is most likely to fight with the enemy, the requirements for cultivation are relatively high.

Not only that, all five people have mounts, which makes them very mobile.

Before dawn, Lu Ye met up with Xie Jin and others and got to know each other. There were four men and one woman in the team. What made Lu Ye feel troubled was that the woman who attacked him last night was also there. When she saw Lu Ye, her eyes were shining and she flirted with him from time to time.

The woman's name is Qiao Qiaoer. She is a recruited casual cultivator with a bold personality and extremely bold clothes.

The other two are named Song Xie and Tao Tiangang. Tao Tiangang is a disciple of Qingyu Mountain, and Song Xie is also a recruited casual cultivator.

There was originally a fourth-level cultivator from Qingyu Mountain in this team, but he was killed a few days ago, and Lu Ye replaced this gap.

The mounts of the several people were different. Some rode wolves, some rode leopards, and there was a huge wild boar. The most outrageous one was Song Xie's mount, which was a big scorpion. Its table-sized body was shining with metallic luster, and its high-raised tail was flashing cold light. It looked difficult to mess with. I don't know how Song Xie subdued this monster.

Song Xie himself looked sick, with green skin and an expression that he was about to die. Lu Ye doubted whether this guy would die suddenly at any time.

In the mountains, there was silence all around. Five people and five horses were waiting in silence, each closing their eyes and regulating their breathing.

In less than an incense stick of time, Xie Jin suddenly said: "Let's go!"

The four of them opened their eyes together, climbed onto their mounts, and ran in one direction under the leadership of Xie Jin.

On a hill over there, a group of Qingyu Mountain monks were fighting against the attack of Qin's monks, and the scene was tense. Originally, the Qin family had been watching the fun, but after Han Zhayue lost his temper, Qin Wanli could only mobilize his own people to participate in the attack and put pressure on Qingyu Mountain.

The task of Xie Jin's five-man team was to cooperate with their own mountain-guarding monks to attack Qin's people, and the powerful mobility of the hunting team was thus reflected.

However, not long after moving forward, Xie Jin shouted loudly: "Meet the enemy!"

The opponent's hunting team also set out and was heading this way. It won't be long before the two teams will meet.

After a while, the enemy's figure was vaguely visible in front, and the monks riding monsters moved flexibly in the mountains and forests, and the distance between the two sides quickly closed.

Xie Jin led the way, Lu Ye and Qiao Qiaoer were on the left and right, Song Xie and Tao Tiangang were further behind, and the five people and five horses rushed forward in a arrow-shaped formation.

When they were still thirty feet away from each other, spiritual power began to surge. It was unknown whether it was tacit understanding or something else, but Xie Jin and the fifth-level cultivator who led the opposite side each sacrificed a golden wheel talisman. When the spiritual talisman was activated, golden arcs slashed towards the opposite side.

The sharp slashing made the big trees fall down one after another, and the ground was plowed with slash marks. The cultivators of both sides moved to dodge the attacks.

When the power of the spiritual talisman was exhausted, the two cultivators had already met head-on. Two long whips rolled out from their respective teams. The long whips flashed with spiritual light, and they were clearly spiritual weapons.

The long whips were entangled together, and under the force of each other, the two were pulled off their mounts at the same time. At the end of the long whip, Qiao Qiaoer looked at a fourth-level cultivator of the other side with disgust: "Why do men play with whips? Shameless!"

The cultivator said nothing, shook the long whip to untie the restraints, and hit Qiao Qiaoer head on. Qiao Qiaoer was not to be outdone, and the two immediately fought in a group, and even started to bite each other's mounts.

The two men were fighting fiercely, and the others were not idle either. When their bodies crossed, at least six people from the two teams were knocked off their mounts.

In fact, the monks were not used to riding their own mounts to fight. The biggest use of the mount was to travel, and the second was to assist in combat. It was difficult to exert their own strength while riding on a mount.

Lu Ye also fell to the ground, but he took the initiative to turn over. In the head-on collision just now, a fourth-level realm of the opponent was cut down by his sword. Although he was not injured, he was quite embarrassed.

After finally standing up, Lu Ye had already rushed forward with a sword and chopped the man's neck with a sword.

The man reacted quickly and quickly raised the spiritual weapon in his hand to block it. However, the sword did not fall completely, and the long sword stopped in front of the opponent's spiritual weapon.

The spiritual power surged, and the man suddenly looked up and saw Lu Ye raising his hand to him, with a light red light on his palm.

The sound of flapping wings sounded, and a fat bird suddenly appeared and crashed into the monk's arms.

With a bang, the spiritual power exploded, and a scorching breath filled the air. The monk screamed and fell out, his chest a mess of blood and flesh.

The bright sword light flashed across his eyes. The man was shocked and used all his strength to protect himself. However, there was only a slight pain in his neck, and his vision began to collapse.

Lu Ye had already sheathed his sword. He found that with the combination of spells, killing the enemy was much easier than before. In the past, even if he could kill such a fourth-level person, he would have to chop for a long time. A monk is not a piece of meat on the chopping board. What do you want? Cut as you please, they also have weapons in their hands and can block fatal attacks.

However, after a spell, it would be difficult for the opponent to block it unless he used some defensive talisman. When his mind was in a state of confusion, Lu Ye naturally slashed as much as he wanted.

Almost as soon as they met, a fourth-level cultivator fell under the sword of hatred. The battle for others had just begun, but it was already over for Lu Ye.

He exerted force with his feet and rushed to the nearest battlefield in a few steps. Here Xie Jin was fighting fiercely with an enemy fifth-level monk.

Both of them were military cultivators. They got off their mounts as soon as they met and started fighting closely. However, they were of equal strength and it was difficult to tell the winner.

Suddenly, there was a coolness behind the fifth-level realm. When the strong wind hit, he hurriedly lowered his head, and there was a sudden coolness on the top of his head. His broken hair was flying, and a piece of his scalp was cut off.

When he looked up again, he saw clearly who had attacked him, and not far away, there was another tribesman lying in a pool of blood.

He was shocked. Someone died?

Suddenly remembering the news he had received before, he looked at Lu Ye in horror: "Is it you?"

He finally remembered that there was a guy who single-handedly destroyed the Tailuo Sect's territory two days ago. That guy seemed to be riding a big snow-white tiger.

It is said that more than a dozen people from Tailuo Sect died, including one at the fifth level.

The reason why I didn't recognize Lu Ye before was because the Qin family had never had contact with Lu Ye before.

Xie Jin is not easy to deal with, but now such a murderer appears to help him, how can he be his opponent? I immediately thought of quitting.

However, it was not so easy to retreat at this moment. Lu Ye teamed up with Xie Jin to attack with force, forcing the fifth-level warrior to retreat steadily. In just ten breaths, the man opened the door wide.

Lu Ye, with quick eyes and quick hands, slashed out with a sword. The sword flashed with spiritual light and was blessed by spiritual patterns. When the blade fell, the man was disemboweled, screamed and fell to the ground.

The long sword in Xie Jin's hand shook continuously, piercing the opponent's wrist directly and cutting off the opponent's tendons.

With a clang, the weapon fell to the ground. Lu Ye's long knife flipped over and stabbed straight down, piercing into the opponent's heart.

When he drew his sword, blood spurted out. In the next moment, Lu Ye and Xie Jin flew to the left and right respectively, and there were still two battle circles on the other side.

Lu Ye pounced on Qiao Qiaoer's battlefield. She and the male cultivator danced their long whips vigorously, and the light on the long whips kept flashing. Qiao Qiaoer was whipped on the face, and half of her face was raised. It was swollen and a whip mark was very conspicuous, but her opponent was not much better, and it was unknown what kind of trauma he had suffered. His posture was a bit weird at the moment, his legs were clamped tightly, and his face was as pale as paper.

Seeing that he had lost two people, and the strongest one at the fifth level was dead, the male cultivator knew that he didn't have much time, so he forced Qiao Qiao'er to whip him, and his skin was torn open by the whip, and he took out a piece of paper from his storage bag. The magic talisman hit her.

The talisman exploded and turned into three glyph-shaped slashes, attacking Qiao Qiaoer in an instant.

Qiao Qiaoer wanted to hide, but couldn't. She hurriedly backed away and tried to get a golden amulet out of her storage bag. At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed in front of her, with a flash of spiritual light, and something like a shield blocking the way. ahead.

Tuk-tuk-tuk... The three slashes fell, but they failed to shake the shield at all.

The crisis was resolved, Qiao Qiaoer blinked and looked at the figure in front of her, pursed her lips and smiled, but the injuries on her face made her smile look a bit scary and ferocious.

There was a rumbling sound, and a wild boar rushed towards him with the force of a collision. The whip-wielding male cultivator had just been whipped by Qiao Qiaoer. His muscles and bones had been broken and he could not avoid it at all.

With a crash to the ground, the wild boar knocked the male cultivator into the air, and the fangs at the corners of his mouth scraped off a piece of flesh and blood. When he landed, the fourth-level realm had only incoming air but no outgoing air.

Qiao Qiao'er whipped down the whip, and the angry whip cracked the man's head open, as if it had crushed a watermelon.

On the other side, Song Xie's soft cough sounded. Beside him, the giant scorpion's pointed tail was poking a person, and it was raised high. The person was not dead for a while, and was still struggling violently. Blood and internal organs were constantly spilled, and the scene was bloody. .