Chapter 338: Flying Mounts Reappear
merging as their bodies split the seawater apart.The leading demon cultivator only had two legs, but his upper body remained that of a shrimp, deep blue in color. His two large claws were inserted in...After waiting for several days, just as the Dai brothers and others were growing impatient, a violent fight suddenly broke out from the direction of the mine while they were resting in a small grove on a hillside ten or so miles away from the entrance.
The Dai brothers suddenly stood up.
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“Someone is fighting with cultivators from other domains in the mine, and there seem to be quite a few of them. What should we do” A young cultivator named Yan Feng showed some excitement, “Should we go help the people from our Wan Yue Xian Xiu Realm”
“You are a kind-hearted person, but we are not close friends. If we just rush out like this, will others appreciate it Won’t they think we are here to steal the credit” Dai Chong said with a cold smile.
"Let's just observe and see if these so-called flying cavalry tribes that some people talk about actually exist."
"I didn't stop you before either," Lu Xiaitian replied directly to Dai Chong's hostility.
Peng Dayu smiled faintly, feeling that Lu Xiaitian's edge was indeed sharper before, but he liked it.
Dai Chong let out a snort.
"Who is good at dealing with birds" Cao Haihua asked in a low voice.
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"We brothers have a kind of black wolf smoke that, when exploded in the air, can linger for a long time. I presume the people from the Flying Cavalry tribe will be affected by their aerial attacks." Dai Chong said with a hint of arrogance.
“Tianlangyan If used well, it can indeed be effective. Who else” Cao Haihua nodded. Although the Dai brothers were a bit arrogant, they did have the capital to be proud of themselves.
"I have a type of heavy crossbow bolt that can be used to shoot down birds flying in the sky, but with only one crossbow, it's unlikely to solve any major problems." It was Bai Li Xing, who had been unusually quiet throughout their journey, who spoke.
"Since there isn't a particularly good solution for now, let's just wait and see what happens." Cao Haihua nodded.
A group of people cautiously advanced towards the mine where the conflict had erupted.
A sharp hawk's cry, like a heavy drumbeat, struck at the hearts of all present.
Looking out, two teams of six black eagles charged in from the sky above the air-wind pool. Each eagle bore on its back a ruggedly dressed gray-clad monk, each with a long blackwood bow strapped to their back and a quiver of thick arrows resting beside it.
"Flying Cavalry Clan!" Aside from the Flying Cavalry Clan, it was the Immortal Sect who rarely took out a batch of pure fourth-rank spirit birds. Twelve eagles, twelve cultivators, simply calculated by strength, there were twenty-four Foundation Establishment cultivators. Not to mention that three of the spirit birds' auras were extraordinarily strong, faintly reaching the level of sixth rank, equivalent to the late stage of Foundation Establishment. If they came all at once, this wave of Flying Cavalry Clan cultivators would be even more terrifying.
Besides, the other party relied on their spirit bird equivalent to the Foundation Establishment stage, coming and going like the wind in the sky. Even if they could fly with swords, they were probably no match for it.
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Without Cao Haihua's indication, everyone held their breath, afraid to make a sound for fear of provoking an attack from above. The opponent had absolute superiority in strength.
“Oh no, we’ve been ambushed.” The ones who raided the mine were cultivators from the Qingjiao sect near Xuanqing City. There were ten of them, and their leader was also a cultivator at the late stage of foundation establishment. However, when they launched their surprise attack, two figures emerged from the Fengling Stone Mine. They were covered in white feathers, though they had been inside the Fengling Stone Mine, their feathers remained spotless. It seemed they had ulterior motives. The group of Qingjiao cultivators who carried out the raid were also quite powerful, with as many as three cultivators at the late stage of foundation establishment. The number and quality of these people guarding the spirit stone veins were superior, but when they saw that things were going south, they directly retreated into the mine shaft. The mine shaft was easy to defend and difficult to attack, so the Qingjiao people couldn't rush in all at once. They tried several times, but were repelled by the cultivators from another realm.
“Ha ha, our reinforcements have arrived. You bunch of idiots, your end is near!” The cultivator guarding the Fengling Stone Mine laughed arrogantly.
The Skyriders didn't need much command. Two squads each drew their bows and loosed arrows as thick as a thumb, a volley descending relentlessly.
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whoosh whoosh whoosh....
The arrows hummed with the sound of fire and thunder. These heavy arrows were surprisingly made of flint!
Below, the cultivators hastily summoned their weapons to block, but controlling them remotely with divine sense somewhat diminished their power. The arrow shot from afar, however, came ripping through the air, still using fire-thunderstone. The Feiqi tribe was renowned for its aerial combat prowess, and it was no mere reputation. Every clan within the Feiqi tribe had a unique fighting style that sustained them. These tactics were accumulated over generations at the cost of blood and life by hunting powerful monsters, passed down through the ages, and their combined warfare surpassed these cultivators accustomed to solo battles in power.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh, heavy arrows rained down like a storm. These cultivators controlled their magical artifacts and forcefully deflected the heavy arrows. More powerful cultivators were unaffected, but several cultivators with weaker realms struggled to hold their ground after blocking the heavy swords. Their controlled magical artifacts seemed to waver, a sign of being struck hard and feeling powerless.
However, the sky-faring warriors would not hesitate for a moment. The black eagles beneath them flapped their wings, unleashing thousands of black feathers like a torrential downpour, enveloping them within its cover. This meant they were facing double the amount of attacks. While eagle feather attacks with their large area coverage weren't inherently frightening, it was the sheer number that made them dangerous. Interspersed among these feathers were heavy arrows, which were even more difficult to defend against.
After several rounds of attack, several screams rang out. Three cultivators at the early stage of foundation establishment and one cultivator at the peak stage of foundation establishment were shot dead by arrows. Their uncontrolled magical artifacts fell to the ground like drunkards, swaying precariously in the air.
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Cao Haihua and the others all gasped in surprise. They hadn't expected the cultivators of the Feiqi Tribe to be even more ferocious than rumored. Their attack was simple, but they were incredibly fast, giving their opponents no time to react. A few rounds of arrows, and the Puritan cultivators on the ground had been reduced by 60% in an instant. How terrifying!
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Lu Xiaotian looked up at the sky. The black eagle cavalry warriors, whose cultivation was slightly weaker, were breathing a little rapidly at this time. It seemed that although these rounds of attacks were powerful, they also consumed a lot of their own strength. However, in comparison, the passive defense of the Puritan monks on the ground was much easier. Even if all the Puritan monks were killed, they should still have some leeway.
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"Rush into the Wind Spirit Stone Mine!" The old man with a black mole had bloodshot eyes, looking full of regret. The scene before him was far beyond his expectations. Seeing the Flying Cavalry Clan cultivators above circling back again to attack, this experienced old man quickly reacted. The only way to escape this disaster was to enter the mine. Although the Wind Spirit Stone Mine was not ideal, it was better than dying outside.
(Sān qī zhōngwén)ry movements. With a flash of the Fang Tianhua halberd in his hand, it transformed into three shadowy javelins. 。< Two in front and one behind, draw forward > 。As soon as Fang Tian painted a halberd,...