Longma Ranch, Outer City.

The sound of yelling and killing sounds resounded throughout the sky. Nearly a thousand righteous disciples who were surging like a tide were launching wave after wave of attacks like a dragon horse ranch. Magic weapons flying all over the city were shooting dazzling lights in the air, and countless sword energy roared and shot.

The city towers and sentries, which were only three or three on weekdays, became terrifying. Countless disciples of the Dragon Horse Ranch went to the front line and stood on the top of the city with the death of death. They opened all the mechanisms left by the Dragon Master.

"Shoot the arrow!" Above the head of the Longma Ranch, arrows roared by. The crossbowman neatly pulled the bow and flew suddenly. After shooting, the people in the first row immediately squatted down and replaced the crossbowman in the second row.

These arrows were blessed by magic power, with speed as fast as a wind, and power comparable to ordinary magic weapons. Even those righteous disciples with good cultivation were shot, they were likely to die on the spot.

"Block!" A highly qualified disciple waved his hand and immediately nearly a hundred disciples came out from behind him. At the same time, they activated magic weapons. Lights soared into the sky, erecting shields formed by the gathering of true energy in front of everyone.

"Shopkeeper Zhao, what should I do? Their cultivation is too high, and we...we are really helpless with them!" A disciple of the Longma Ranch said with a bitter face.

"Use the flying dragon crossbow!" Manager Zhao's face darkened and he waved his hand kindly.

"Whip!" As the sound of the sound, the disciples of the Dragon Horse Ranch on the city walls pulled up crossbows at the same time. These specially made crossbows emitted a cold light like a night. At the same time, two talismans were burning on the side of the crossbow, as if they were using the magic power contained in the talisman to bless the crossbows.

"Shoot!" With the order from Manager Zhao, the row of crossbows fired arrows and shot them away, with a very sharp momentum. At the same time, these disciples from the Dragon Horse Ranch were well-trained and immediately set up crossbow formations to stand in a very strange distribution.

"Click!Click!"

The righteous disciples activated their true energy at the same time, and various colors of light lit up, and shields flashed in the air. However, this time, these shields were unable to stop the clever crossbow attack and broke into pieces. Many disciples who were slow to react suddenly became bloody and fell down in the air.

"Don't retreat! Take a strong attack!" An elder slashed in the air with a flying sword in his hand, shouting at the disciples behind him.

The land in front of the city had already turned dark red, and the soil mixed with blood, forming a pool of red mud, with broken limbs and broken arms piled up like hills. The disciples of the righteous launched a crazy attack, and suddenly countless stinky blood-colored mud splashed.

Faced with these righteous disciples with strong cultivation, the disciples of Longma Ranch seemed a little overwhelmed. Even if they rely on the flying crossbows left by the Dragon Master, they could not stop the opponent's attacks one after another. At this time, the casualties ratio had reached a terrifying level of one to one hundred. In order to resist the attack of these righteous disciples, Longma Ranch was already filled by human lives.

"Giant Spirit Drum!" A big man flew up in the air, his right palm was used to emit a huge force upwards. On the other hand, a golden drum of several people appeared in the air. He picked up two heavy drum hammers and hit them hard. With loud noises that shook the sky, the righteous disciples felt their blood gushing and their killing spirit became great.

The sound of war drums resounded across the sky, the shouts of killing, and the neighing of horses mixed with the screams before death, echoing over the battlefield, with broken corpses everywhere and blood flowing everywhere!

On a mound hundreds of feet away from the outer city of Longma Ranch, flags were roaring, and teams of disciples who were ready to go were arranged neatly. Their faces were like cast iron, without any expression. Looking at the miserable scene of Shura Hell in front of them, there was no wavering at all.

Around the mound, the horse kept stepping on the ground, making a deafening noise. Four flags were inserted in the middle of the mound, namely the Vermillion Bird, the Green Dragon, the White Tiger, and the Black Tortoise trembled heavily on all sides in the wind.

Four masters wearing fairy armor covered with flashing light stared at the battlefield in front of them with a cold expression. The light of compassion and anxiety appeared in their eyes. These two completely different feelings were mixed together, making them particularly strange.

"The Green Dragon Holy Envoy, do we really want to watch the Dragon Horse Ranch be destroyed?" a disciple asked with his hands bowed.

"Zu Bi, what do you think?" The man, known as the Qinglong Holy Envoy, turned his head and asked a woman beside him.

"The Dragon Master has an old age with us after all, but..." Zhuque sighed.

"But the sect king ordered us to interfere in the struggles of these Central Plains sects. Otherwise, Junior Sister Zhuque would have been unable to control her attempts, right?" Qinglong smiled bitterly and finished speaking for what she hadn't said.

Zhuque's brows swayed slightly, and his eyes were still staring at the battlefield. After a long time, she slowly spoke: "Teaching Wang Xiong is talented and has a very invincible battle in the world in his life. My Great Light Palace has the power of today, and it all depends on the leadership of the sects Wang Yingming. We should not have doubts about his orders, but in recent years, he has been staying in the palace and has not come out, and he is only concerned about the struggles among these sects in the Central Plains... Alas,"

Qinglong, White Tiger and Xuanwu couldn't help but nod. They agreed with what Zhuque said very much, but just looked at the battlefield where the battle was in full swing. At almost the same time, they sighed a long time.

As the four great envoys of the Great Light Palace, this time the sect king sent them to carry out a secret mission. The four of them accidentally heard these righteous ways join forces to attack the Longma Ranch, and then came to take a look after completing the mission.

The Longma Ranch was in danger. They had already sent it back to the Great Light Palace a few days ago, hoping to convince the scholar to help the Longma Ranch.

But in the end, the news from the Great Light Palace was still...not allowed to interfere!

"I don't know what the sect king thought. If this continues, not only the Dragon Horse Ranch, but also the Wanhua Palace and the Hanbing Gate... will be eradicated one by one by these so-called righteous ways!" Zhuque said hatefully.

"Oh, forgot, we can't violate the orders of the Sect King. What a pity... This Dragon Horse Ranch is over."

As soon as Qinglong finished speaking, the shouts of killing on the battlefield suddenly became louder, and countless righteous masters charged towards the city gate frantically.

The arrows and flying crossbows on the top of the city gradually sparsely. The green dragon raised his head and looked at the setting sun that gradually fell into the west mountain. A trace of pity flashed in his eyes. I am afraid that after today, the dragon horse ranch would be like the setting sun that fell into the west mountain. It was time to end.

"Let's go, there's nothing good to look at." Qinglong couldn't bear to see the Longma Ranch breaking with his own eyes, and immediately took the lead in pulling the reins. Zhuque, Baihu and Xuanwu shook their heads and followed helplessly. The four holy envoys of the Great Light Palace disappeared into the bloody battlefield, as if they had never appeared before.
Chapter completed!