Cheng Ling shook his head and smiled bitterly, almost making a mistake. Fortunately, Liu Qingyan and Jian Yinghao reacted quickly enough, and the Wuxiang Sword Sect dispatched two monks. It was reasonable for him, the sect leader, not to take action.
The battle in the field was very fierce. It lasted for more than half an hour, but there was still no winner.
Zhao Shiyan gradually became anxious and said: "Everyone, this is not the time to fight alone. Let's lure the swordsman over, and the remaining fellow Taoists will work together to kill them as soon as possible."
Everyone thought the same thing. If the fight continues like this, a thousand swordsmen don't know how long they will fight. It's better to cut through the mess with a quick sword. If you solve it early, you can accept the inheritance early. There are still dozens of towers and treasures waiting for them outside. Woolen cloth.
Thinking of this, the ten monks involved in the battle retreated while fighting, and soon came to the middle of the crowd, and the monks behind them swarmed up. This time, it's not three against one, at least ten against one!
In less than a stick of incense, all ten swordsmen were killed, and ten more light balls appeared in the air.
Zhao Shizhen and others took a short rest and then continued to step forward to attract the swordsman. This time, twenty were lured out in one go. However, this number was still within the range that everyone could bear, and within half an hour, they were all killed again.
In this way, the monks from several major forces fought together. It took a day, and only the last one of more than a thousand swordsmen was left.
But this one feels a little different. Unlike the other swordsmen, who had empty eyes, he looked slightly agile. Moreover, his attire was different from that of ordinary swordsmen. He wore a snow-white robe that was spotless, and the sword in his hand exuded a gleaming light.
It is said that he was refined into a puppet in the palace. After millions of years, his costume has become stained with dust. But what a great thing about him, he has remained motionless for millions of years and is actually spotless.
Look at his right hand holding the hilt of the sword again. What a hand it is! The ten fingers are long and slender, and each finger tightly wraps the hilt of the sword, leaving almost no gaps.
Lu Jiansheng's eyes flashed, and he turned to look at Yun Piaomiao, Dugu Jian, and Cheng Ling, who were also sword cultivators, and said calmly: "This swordsman is by no means simple!"
The three of them nodded silently, took a deep breath, and faced it with concentration.
Zhao Shiyan looked at Zhao Shizhen and others and sighed in his heart when he saw that they were not attracting anyone forward. Perhaps as Lu Jiansheng said, this swordsman is not simple. That’s all, let me personally step forward to attract you!
He swallowed and slowly walked towards the swordsman. Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters, the swordsman remained motionless. Zhao Shiyan felt a little sweat on his back. A few meters further forward, there was the place where the swordsman's attack power was strongest.
Suppressing the fear in his heart, he continued to approach the swordsman! Twenty meters, ten meters!
At this moment, a dazzling light shone in the swordsman's eyes. His right hand trembled slightly, and the sword came into his hand. It is impossible to describe the speed of this sword. Zhao Shiyan only felt a flash of white light, and the sharp sword energy came forward.
In a hurry, it was too late to react. With one stroke of his hands, he only drew a semicircle. The protective light shield was only half used, and the white light was already bombarding his mouth!
"Pfft!"
Zhao Shiyan spurted out a shower of blood, jumped out, hit the door hard, and continued to spurt out several more mouthfuls of blood. Then he slumped to the ground and sat down cross-legged to recover from the injuries in his body.
Everyone was shocked. With Zhao Shiyan's cultivation, he could not block a sword!
Lu Jiansheng, Yun Piaomiao, Dugu Feng, Cheng Ling, King Jiao, Duanmucheng
Five people stepped forward one after another, trying to block the swordsman's subsequent attack. But he didn't expect that the swordsman, faced with the siege of six people, was just like strolling in the courtyard, using mysterious footwork, and he just turned around a few times and left the six people behind.
With a flash of divine light in his eyes, he rushed into the crowd in an instant, waving the long sword in his hand, and the sword light flashed out, killing the monks without mercy.
Most of the monks in the crowd had only the early stage of Mahayana cultivation, so they could not withstand the swordsman's attack. Even Zhao Shiyan was defeated by the opponent's sword, and Canglan's six strongest sect masters were unable to encircle him. One can only imagine how powerful this swordsman was.
Cheng Ling and others turned around in shock, and Dugu Feng said in horror: "His cultivation level has exceeded the Mahayana stage, and is definitely above the peak of Mahayana perfection!"
what to do? Such a swordsman is definitely not something they can kill easily. Maybe more than a hundred monks here will be wiped out.
A flash of excitement flashed in Cheng Ling's eyes. Regardless of the shock of Dugu Feng and others, he rushed into the crowd in a flash and shouted: "Kill! If we don't kill him, none of us will survive!"
Several people suddenly woke up, yes! The palace gate is closed, and there is no way out. If the situation in front of us is not fatal, he will die, or we will die! Without hesitation, they all rushed into the crowd following Cheng Ling.
The swordsman's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were still shrouded in strong murderous intent, and he ignored all the conditions of the people. He raised his long sword and held it horizontally in front of him. The index and middle fingers of his left hand were pressed together like a sword, and he lightly rubbed it on the sword. A bright light appeared at the point where the sword finger was in contact with the sword, making it difficult to open one's eyes.
As soon as it passed by, in an instant, only a ray of light burst out from the long sword, forming a circle and spreading out, like a monstrous wave, impacting and rolling, with a roaring sound, taking itself as the center of the circle and spreading out to all sides. go!
In just an instant, from the swordsman's finger wiping the air sword, to the bright light spreading out, a circle spread out, covering the entire palace. Around the circle, sparkling streams of light spread, and those streams of light were streaks of free sword energy.
Those sword energy hit the crowd, and the monks were cut to pieces and fell down one after another. Cheng Ling saw that Xiao Changtian, Wu Tianzhao, and Xiao Jiutian among the crowd were also cut into pieces.
"ah!"
His heart was bleeding and he was screaming. The Emperor Heng Sword, the most powerful among the Fantasy Sword and Star Sword Techniques, was struck with all its strength, and the swordsman's entire form was shrouded in the Dragon Ling Sword.
The swordsman's eyes once again showed a glint, as if he was very interested in Cheng Ling's sword moves. Turning around, he was about to take the sword.
However, he did not expect the Suzaku Sword Formation composed of Lu Jiansheng on the left, Yun Piaomiao, Hou Dugufeng on the right, Jian Yinghao, Wu Chenlong, Zhang Hu, and Liu Qingsong, the steel claws dropped by the Jiao King above, Liu Qingyan, Murong Qian and Duanmucheng used all their spells to attack him!
The swordsman finally showed a trace of solemnity on his face. He immediately gave up on Cheng Ling and everyone in the other directions, and stabbed the Jiao King in the sky fiercely with his sword.
Sword light dances and blood spills into the sky! The Jiao King screamed, and the hard dragon claw was cut off in its entirety. However, all the attacks from Cheng Ling and others were directed at the swordsman. A loud rumbling sound was heard, and the swordsman's body was shattered into pieces, leaving only the upper half and a right arm.
He struggled to move in mid-air and fell into the crowd again. The long sword swept across and dozens of monks were cut in half. By this time, he was almost exhausted, but he turned his head strangely and rushed towards Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling instinctively sent the Dragon Ling Sword forward, piercing his chest directly.
chamber. The swordsman's head lay slumped on his shoulder, and he said in his ear in a voice as thin as a mosquito's fly: "Thank you!"
Cheng Ling was startled. The sword energy of the Dragon Ling Sword in his hand was too late to be withdrawn, and it exploded with all its strength. In an instant, the remaining body of the swordsman was shattered by the sword energy, and he died completely! The long sword in his hand cut several circles of light in the air, with the tip of the sword pointing downwards, thrust straight in front of Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling slowly stretched out his left hand and grabbed the sword. There is no doubt that this is a spiritual weapon, and it is also the best among spiritual weapons! The entire sword is like a stream of autumn water, emitting bright light. Where the end of the sword connects with the jaw, there are two simple characters engraved on it, "Broken Army!"
He took a deep breath, and the thank you the swordsman said in his ear before he died kept echoing in his mind. Obviously, he wanted to die, otherwise he would not have ignored the attacks of the others and just dealt a heavy blow to King Jiao. In the end, he himself threw himself on the Dragon Ling Sword.
Perhaps, his own magic sword and star sword skills made him feel appreciated, and he would feel a little comfort when he died in the hands of an opponent with the same outstanding swordsmanship. As for the Jiao King and the monks who died in the hands of the swordsman, they can only be considered unlucky!
Looking up, the palace was littered with corpses, but strangely, the monks who used swords were almost unscathed. As for other Dharma cultivators or martial arts cultivators, except for those who died, they were basically all scarred.
Everyone was still frightened. The swordsman in the end was really terrifying. That kind of swordsmanship and that kind of murderous intention are horrifying to think about.
After a moment, the swordsman's torn body also glowed with bursts of light, but the light was not white, but golden. Gradually, those golden rays of light finally gathered together, forming a golden ball of light that was even larger than before. If the previous one was twice that of the other palaces, then the golden ball of light in front of him was five times that of the other palaces.
The monk who was still alive was overjoyed. How powerful must the inheritance inside such a big ball of light be? They all put their spiritual consciousness into it, but soon, everyone was shocked. Because no matter how they try, their spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate into it and get the inheritance inside like those light balls before.
Cheng Ling also tried to penetrate his consciousness, but he easily saw a grand picture.
Right before his eyes, millions of monks were fighting in Wushengyi Palace. Everyone on one side held swords in their hands, while some on the other side were using spells and some were using martial arts. The two parties seemed to have a grudge from the past, and the blood flowed like a river, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed.
Unfortunately, the number of monks holding swords in their hands was too small, and they gradually fell into a disadvantage. One by one, they were killed by the monks who used spells and martial arts.
After an unknown amount of time, there were only less than two thousand swordsmen left in the field, and they were completely surrounded by people from the Fawu Alliance.
One of the swordsmen cursed angrily: "Shameless gangsters from the Fawu Alliance, even if you kill all the monks who practice swordsmanship, I believe that the fire of swordsmanship will not be extinguished. Sooner or later, you will pay for your debt with blood!"
After the words fell, one of the swordsmen in white clothes, who was very similar to the swordsman, stood up, raised his hands to the sky, and said sonorously: "Swordsmanship Yongchang, even if it is covered in dust now, will come back many years later and create a prosperous era of swordsmanship. I I have been a swordsman for generations, why would I hesitate to fight!"
Many sword cultivators behind them raised their swords one after another and roared to the sky: "I, as sword cultivators, would not hesitate to fight!"
"As a sword cultivator, why would we hesitate to fight!"
"As a sword cultivator, why would we hesitate to fight!"
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