When thousands of sword cultivators were defeated by Zi Yang, the faces of other cultivators around him showed fear, and they couldn't help but step back with their feet.
After all, Zi Yang, covered in bloodstains, was standing in front of them. If he wanted to take action, he could attack anyone around him at any time.
Facing Ziyang who stood as tall as the God of War and at such a close distance, no one could remain calm.
On the top of Qingyun City, a monk said in panic: "Is that boy from the Northern Continent so strong? There are so many people in front of the city that they can't beat him?"
"The move he just made must have used the power of the Thunder God's Palace. Is the Thunder God's Palace really that strong?"
"It must be the reason for the Thunder God's Mansion, otherwise, he wouldn't be so brave."
Hearing the words of the people on the top of the city, the tigers and bears below the city were stunned for a long time and said to themselves: "They are both divine palaces. Is the Thunder God Palace really better than the Golden God Palace?"
He lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then shook his head firmly and said, "No! It must be my problem. I didn't maximize the power of the Golden God Palace, so I lost to him."
Huxiong slowly raised his head and looked at the person who had just spoken on the city wall with great dissatisfaction. He cursed in his heart, "B*tch, I don't have the ability to blame other people's gods for being too strong. It almost made me think the same way."
He snorted softly, looked at the battlefield, and whispered: "Trash is trash! He only looks for the reasons in others and never thinks about his own problems."
Zi Yang, who was in the center of the battlefield, looked at the monks who did not dare to step forward and said expressionlessly: "What? Aren't you going to kill me? Why are you so cowardly now!"
Seeing that no one dared to take a step forward, the veins on his neck suddenly appeared. He glanced at the panic-looking people and said sternly: "Come on! Where did your momentum go?!"
The sword cultivator holding the long sword held the hilt tightly with his right palm, looked left and right at the retreating monk beside him, raised the long sword in his hand, and roared: "Go! We must kill him!"
After saying that, he rushed forward with a long sword in hand. He saw Ziyang running forward for a few steps, then jumped up and kicked him away.
Another monk said: "With so many of us, there is no reason to be afraid of a person from the Northern Continent. We will not let him leave easily today!"
The monk holding the long sword in his hand raised the long sword in his hand, pointed the blade at Zi Yang, and said, "Yes! This man has killed so many people in our Western Continent, and we can let him go no matter what today."
The unarmed monk shouted: "We have tens of thousands of people here. If we can't take him down, others will laugh at this matter if it spreads, and it will even spread to the other three continents. By then, not only the Western Continent will If we lose face, even we will become the laughingstock.”
The Western Continent monks were about to be defeated. When someone shouted the first unyielding voice, the second and third appeared. . . . . .
Gradually, the fear in the hearts of the surrounding monks was suppressed, they clenched the weapons in their hands and rushed towards Ziyang quickly.
Kuang Da saw that the scattered military spirit condensed again, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It was really scary just now. I thought this battle was over."
Kuang Er said calmly: "After all, they are not people with full combat experience. Seeing thousands of people defeated in a short period of time, it is inevitable to feel fear. Fortunately, someone said something to stabilize the morale of the army, otherwise, it would be really bad. It’s become a joke.”
Tens of thousands of people in the Western Continent were frightened by one person in the Northern Continent
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They have to flee in all directions. If this thing really becomes a reality, they will definitely be ridiculed by the monks in the other three continents.
Kuang San looked at the poison magicians who were divided into two camps. There were about two to three thousand people in each camp. They were all holding bottles as big as their index fingers. They didn’t know what they were doing. Curious Kuang San looked at Kuang Si and asked with a smile. He said: "Hey, Fourth Brother, those poison sorcerers have been standing there for so long. Isn't it time to finish what they prepared?"
Kuang Si spread his hands and said helplessly: "I'm not the fifth one, and I don't know what they are doing. However, with so many people gathered together, just like those sword cultivators before, they will do something. Call me by name."
Although the sword formation deployed by thousands of sword cultivators was defeated, the fact that they were able to find all the men in such a short period of time proved that they were still prepared.
Not to mention the power of the sword formation, just finding people is a troublesome thing, because everyone is a monk in a nearby town. They heard that someone from the northern continent wanted to challenge the monks from the same realm in the western continent, so they rushed Arrive at Qingyun City.
After just a few days of communication and communication, a sword formation with thousands of people can be used. This alone is already an amazing thing.
At least, that's what Kuang Si, who is also a sword cultivator, thinks. Regardless of victory or defeat, the overall performance of the sword cultivators undoubtedly made his eyes shine.
Also, Zi Yang did not kill all the sword cultivators, which was beyond his expectation. Both sides fought hard, and it was either you who died or I lived, but he still held back.
He and Kuang Er had also experienced Zi Yang's move before, so he knew very well how terrifying the power of the thunder barrier was when it was broken. To put it bluntly, it wiped out all the sword cultivators who attacked in the end, without any impact at all. question.
However, although the sword cultivators managed to save their lives, most of them were seriously injured. It was basically impossible to stand up and attack Ziyang again.
Kuang San looked at the purple gas that was gradually coming together in the hazy sky, and said with a smile: "Is it finally going to start?"
Kuangda looked up at the gradually merging purple gas and exclaimed: "What a powerful force of reincarnation."
Kuang Er first looked at the purple gas in the air, then focused on the poison warlocks below and said, "That's right, there are thousands of people working together below."
Kuang San said: "Looking at the shape, it looks like a big snake."
"Not one." Kuangsi shook his head, pointed in the other direction, and said, "There is another one over here."
"Two..." Kuangda looked at the brothers, smiled helplessly, and said, "Is there any fight left?"
Faced with the cooperation of hundreds of monks, Ziyang felt even more pressure. Thousands of poison magicians used the power of reincarnation to fuse the purple gas floating in the air. Its power can be imagined.
Kuang Er said directly: "With so much power of reincarnation gathered together, let alone two big snakes, I feel that one can determine the outcome."
Kuang Da said with a serious face: "Let's not talk about the power of the two big snakes. The most important thing is that these two big snakes are highly venomous. Once bitten or touched by one of them, the consequences will be disastrous. "
Kuang San looked at his two brothers with a smile and asked with a smile: "From what you two said, it seems that the outcome of this battle has been decided?"
Kuangdao: "The strength of the two big snakes above is probably already...
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Faintly beyond the realm of reincarnation, and even infinitely close to the realm of reincarnation, it is impossible to fight. "
Kuang Er nodded in agreement: "I feel that the elder brother is right. The strength gap between the two sides is too big. He has almost no chance of winning in the Sixth Realm of Reincarnation."
Kuangsi said in detail: "I don't think so. No matter how powerful the two big snakes are, they can only be controlled by thousands of people. Once these poison sorcerers are exhausted or disturbed, the big snakes will instantly It’s all falling apart, so it’s not certain who will win and who will lose.”
Kuangdao: "This big snake is made of poisonous gas. It's covered in poison. That kid has no weapons, so he can't fight it at all."
Kuang Er nodded and said: "The overall situation has been decided. If that guy can leave here alive, it is already a blessing among misfortunes."
Kuang Si smiled and shook his head: "The only ones that are powerful are the big snakes created by the Poison Warlock. It's not like one of them has such a strong power. Let me tell you, these two big snakes are nothing to be afraid of."
Kuang San smiled and said: "I agree with the fourth child. As long as that kid doesn't make mistakes, he is basically invincible."
Kuangda said carefully: "You two think too highly of him. After all, he is also a mortal body. He will be injured, poisoned, and die. With such an obvious gap in combat power, there is only one way for him to win, and that is Raise your own realm to at least the fifth realm of death and reincarnation, otherwise, you will definitely fail."
"Of course, it is obviously impossible for him to advance to nine realms in a row. Among them, there is also the level of reincarnation. No one will buy him time."
Kuang San reminded him: "Brother, don't forget that the person who had barbecue with him in the woods last time is very likely the overlord of the sky, Flying Falcon."
When he said this, Kuang Er looked stern and said, "That's right. If that person is really a flying falcon, it's really hard to say."
Kuangsi thought for a while, but he was not sure who the person who was with Ziyang in the woods last time was. He said: "Assuming that person is really a flying falcon, even if these two big snakes force him to In a desperate situation, will the Flying Falcon just sit back and do nothing?"
Kuangda still couldn't believe it, frowned and said in confusion: "No way... How could a big shot like Lingkong Feifan mix with him? Will you believe this?"
In his opinion, it was impossible for Lingkong Feifan and Ziyang to sit down and eat barbecue together. The strength gap between the two sides was too great.
Also, Lingkong Feifan is from the Western Continent, but Ziyang is from the Northern Continent. It is precisely because the strength gap between the two sides is too large. They are completely from two worlds. There is no reason for Lingkong Feifan to know him, let alone Not to mention sitting with him eating barbecue.
You know, what Ziyang wants to challenge now is everyone in the same realm of the Western Continent. This is about the face of the Western Continent. As a person from the Western Continent, how can Ling Kong Fei Falcon help him?
Kuang San did not argue with him and said: "I don't care about anything else, I just believe in my own eyes."
"Even if there is a one percent chance that that person is a flying falcon, I am willing to believe it."
Kuang Er lowered his head and was silent for a long time, thinking to himself, if he wasn't a flying falcon in the sky, who could he be?
Kuangsi looked at the two of them with a smile and said, "You'd better stop guessing here. Whether it's true or not will be revealed soon."
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