Tiger Shark Qiong was furious, and the giant sword in her hand swept wildly, crushing all the attacks before they even hit. That's not all, the giant sword wielded was astonishing and terrifying, and a large group of immortal monks were blown to pieces.
The fear of the unknown completely disrupted his mind, and he just wanted to protect himself instinctively.
But this fear did not end. Darkness covered a ten-mile radius, and the pressure generated became more powerful. The five senses were lost, and the scope of spiritual consciousness became smaller and smaller. The nearly 50,000 troops were all submerged in the darkness. People outside the darkness could not see clearly or feel what was happening inside.
There was no sound, the silence was so frightening that everyone stared at the darkness within ten miles, as if for eternity!
At this time, Cheng Ling moved! He and Xiwei were close together, and their five senses and consciousness were not affected in any way. Stepping out with his right foot, the sword light of the Dragon Ling Sword was deliberately suppressed. Xuan Kong Sword Technique was used. Wherever the figure passed, monks fell down one by one.
He immediately discovered the benefits of this way of using the sword. After suppressing the sword light, the sword technique blended into the darkness and became more silent. Combined with the mysterious spatial artistic conception, the efficiency of killing enemies was much higher than that of the simple sword light.
He had touched upon the concept of darkness before in the island group, but unfortunately it was interrupted. But now, under Xiwei's dark magic, the origin of the dark artistic conception keeps flashing in his mind.
Darkness is also a noble force, just like light, powerful and noble. Few people can control it, but are dominated by it.
It is peaceful, tolerant, silent, quiet, and lonely. It is opposite to the light and yet maintains a balance. The real darkness is not corruption and decadence, but nobility, calmness, silence, action, mystery, and thus destruction!
In the darkness, there is a kind of loneliness, and it is a loneliness that is not understood. When it is calm, it tolerates everything, but when it is angry, it will erode everything, swallow everything, and corrode everything.
The fear of darkness makes people misunderstand the nature of darkness. Darkness is a kind of dim beauty, and all beauty can bloom through darkness.
With the continuous realization of killing, Cheng Ling's mind was completely immersed in it unknowingly, and his perception of darkness was gradually strengthening. From the first glimpse of the door to the gradual deepening, at this time, one-third of the quarter of an hour had passed. Thousands more monks were added under Cheng Ling's sword.
"Damn, why is this happening!" a shark monk roared. He couldn't see any companions around him. He seemed to be isolated by loneliness. He couldn't hear any sound, couldn't see anything, and had no smell. Can't even sense air movement!
The shouting voice became erratic, as if it sounded from a very far away place, and its location was impossible to grasp. Suddenly, a figure seemed to pass by in the darkness. Before he could react, a black sword light pierced out like a shadow, piercing the center of his eyebrows silently, and even his soul had no time to escape.
The same scene happened to the rest of the sea tribe and the island monks.
Enshrouded in darkness, the 50,000-strong army completely lost its ability to resist. Correspondingly, Cheng Ling's combat power was greatly enhanced, and he himself was still in the epiphany of the dark mood.
Every monk shrouded in the source of magic seemed to be walking and groping in the dark. Some waved their weapons, and some spells flew around, attacking in all directions, but these attacks were often borne by their own companions.
Half of a quarter of an hour passed, and less than 30,000 of the 50,000-strong army remained.
Cheng Ling's figure was silent in the army, and kept appearing in a condensed manner, killing like a dark shadow. Without realizing it, the monks kept dying.
As the killing progressed, the dark mood in my mind became clear again, and I soon reached the beginning! This speed of comprehension is also thanks to the original magic power exuded by Xiwei.
As mentioned before, the demons are a special ethnic group, and their understanding of the artistic conception of darkness can be said to be an instinct. Ten of the ten demon monks can comprehend the extremely high artistic conception of darkness, not to mention the original magic power exuded by Xiwei.
Although this kind of magic power is very rare and cannot be fully displayed to Cheng Ling, it goes straight to the source. Just like when we see something, some people see it through a layer of gauze paper, while others see it through a piece of pure glass. Who can see more clearly between the two? Even a fool can tell the difference!
After successfully comprehending the artistic conception of darkness, Cheng Ling became more silent in his attacks, and his killing speed became even faster! Just like cutting wheat, one sword kills one. By the time two-thirds of the quarter-hour had passed, there were less than 10,000 troops left in the field!
At this time, he set his sights on Tiger Shark Qiong.
This man must die! Because even if he kills more Sea Clan monks and fails to kill Tiger Shark Qiong, he will still face the end of being hunted down. Now that the opponent is confused and his combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced, it is the best time to kill him.
"Damn human ant, come out if you can, let's fight openly and openly!" Tiger Shark Qiong went completely crazy and kept roaring, but the voice was infinitely stretched, became erratic and distant, so weird that even he could hear it Less than.
Cheng Ling ignored his roar at all, her figure condensed behind him, and her sword turned into a shadow, stabbing out silently.
Although affected by the original magic power, Tiger Shark Qiong still instinctively sensed the crisis. In a hurry, she raised her giant sword with her backhand and narrowly missed the fatal blow. Cheng Ling secretly praised that this was the first time since the battle that the Dragon Ling Sword was blocked.
But he will never stop. He has thousands of incarnations, constantly rotating around Tiger Shark Qiong's body. The Xuan Kong Sword Technique becomes even more ethereal after being integrated into the artistic conception of darkness, making it difficult to grasp.
"ding-ding-ding-ding-ding"
The sound of clashing swords continued, Tiger Shark Qiong tried his best, and used his right arm to open and close the domineering sword moves, and his left arm's giant palm shot continuously, the sound of the tide surged, the swords and palms cooperated, and the whole body was fortified layer by layer, without a trace gap.
He couldn't figure out what the darkness was, but he intuitively felt that this darkness could not last forever. It was probably just a secret method. As long as this period of time passed, the lost five senses and consciousness could be restored.
Tiger Shark Qiong's strategy was very clever. Under tight defense, he was able to contain Cheng Ling's continuous killings with less than a fifth and a quarter of time left.
Cheng Ling suppressed the anxiety in his heart and looked at each other intently. The Dragon Ling Sword turned into wisps and wisps, ethereal and void. The sword energy was compressed like smoke, and it continuously tried to penetrate the opponent's fine defense line.
Finally, after hitting hundreds of swords, Tiger Shark Qiong's defensive net could not withstand the pressure of the swords that covered his face, revealing a flaw.
This flaw is like an ant nest on a dam. Once it appears, it continues to expand. In the end, the entire defense circle is torn apart like a spider web. Cheng Ling's sword finally broke through Tiger Shark Qiong's last defense and entered it.
Tiger Shark Qiong was so shaken that he no longer dared to use delaying tactics. He struck out with his giant sword based on feeling, which was exactly the direction Cheng Ling was heading. If he dodges, he can gain a chance to survive.
Cheng Ling bit his teeth, and the trajectory of the sword did not change at all, but the speed was faster and the sword light was more restrained. The dark sword even shone with light, then turned into black and spread out.
There was a soft sound of "Pfft", and the long sword was inserted into Husha Qiong's throat. He paused, but before he could wake up, another sword penetrated the entire forehead from the back of the head from an incredible angle, and his soul was wiped out.
Tiger Shark Qiong, die!
But Cheng Ling also paid a heavy price. The left half of his body and his left arm were completely cut off by the giant sword. The sword energy exploded and turned into a ball of flesh.
There was a fierce look in his eyes, and he didn't care about the lost left arm at all. He disappeared into the darkness and continued to kill the remaining monks mercilessly! If you want me to die, you will have to pay a heavy price!
A quarter of an hour has passed, but Xiwei still exudes the source of magic power, and she can only provide the greatest help to Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling and Xiwei used their strength at the same time, but the remaining monks could not withstand it. They were harvested one after another like straw. In the end, only Di Mo and Huangfusen were left.
They finally got scared and began to think of ways to escape. At this time, Xiwei had reached her limit. She spat out a mouthful of blood with a "squeak" sound, and fell softly on Cheng Ling's back.
Without the blessing of the source of magic power, the darkness that shrouded everyone began to recover significantly, as if day and night were alternating, the sunlight dispelled the darkness, and the consciousness of Di Mo and Huangfusen gradually recovered.
Cheng Ling made a prompt decision, and while the two of them had not fully recovered, he once again disappeared into the remaining darkness, and struck out with the long sword. Silently, like a dream, the sword penetrated the center of Di Mo's eyebrows.
Huangfusen was so horrified that he no longer dared to hide, he exploded with all his strength, and his entire body was immersed in the demonic energy. He is luckier than Di Mo. At least he can see through the dark artistic conception in Cheng Ling's swordsmanship. Moreover, this artistic conception has just been comprehended and the grade is not high.
Therefore, Cheng Ling was much less of a threat. After dodging several killing sword moves in succession, he no longer dared to stop. His body turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"What happened?"
"I can't see anything and I can't feel anything!"
Thousands of monks on the island stared one by one, waiting anxiously.
Finally, the darkness completely subsided!
"Saw!"
"Oh my God, all of the more than 50,000 monks are dead!"
"Look, the one who escaped just now turned out to be a demon cultivator."
"Who is he? Is he a disciple of the Wuji Sect? He is so powerful!"
"It's really terrible for one person to kill 50,000 people!"
Corpses were lying densely on the ground, a total of 50,000 troops, making thousands of island monks tremble with fear and chills all over.
They recognized that most of the dead bodies were Sea Clan monks, and there were also some Human Races who were chasing after them. The 50,000-strong army was completely wiped out in just a quarter of an hour! This scene is shocking, and it has penetrated into the hearts of thousands of human monks. It is like a brand that will never be forgotten!
It's just a legend that one sword can stop fifty thousand troops. One sword can kill fifty thousand troops. Today I saw it with my own eyes! In the past, it is not that the human race has never killed the sea race, but they have always been a very small number, and even if they win, there will be no good ending.
Because of the fierce power of the Sea Clan, the human race on the surrounding islands has been oppressed. They have also thought about resisting, but they have never taken action.
Now, a living example is before our eyes. How brave and courageous is that monk with a broken body? He dares to kill an army of 50,000 people by himself. At this moment, Cheng Ling's figure will forever remain in the hearts of thousands of monks.
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