The situation at hand seems to be very unfavorable to the Iron Sword Sect.
Although Qiao Qianmu's cultivation level was high, the Wushi Tianlong and Wushi Jiao opposite him were on par with him.
Although there are dozens of Iron Sword Sect disciples behind Qiao Qianmu, the ones with the highest cultivation level are only two at the Dan Formation stage and five at the Foundation Establishment stage, and the rest are all disciples at the Qi Refining stage.
On the other hand, in the Yunzhong Mansion opposite, Wushilan, who is in the early stage of transforming into gods, already has three monks in the god transformation stage. If we add the other monks in the alchemy stage and Yuanying stage in Baotong Pavilion and Juxian Hall, The newly attached casual cultivators of the Divine Transformation Stage and the Core Formation Stage are already enough to crush the Iron Sword Sect members.
"Elder Qiao!" Wu Shilan's eyes swept across the Iron Sword Sect, and then paused for a moment on the unknown god-transformation stage casual cultivator who approached the Iron Sword Sect, and then said to Qiao Qianmu, " Given the current situation, does Elder Qiao still insist on snatching the sword secret from Yunzhong Mansion? How about we join forces and share it? Why do we have to fight and kill?"
Qiao Qianmu replied coldly: "I, the Iron Sword Sect, are bound to obtain that sword technique, and we will never allow others to get involved in it!"
Wu Shilan seemed not surprised by this.
Ever since the rumors about the Sword Art spread in Dongsheng City, even though I had already restrained the subordinates, for some reason the people of Yunzhong Mansion still had several inexplicable conflicts with the disciples of Iron Sword Sect. As a result, the conflicts became more and more frequent, and even after both sides suffered casualties, the hatred could no longer be resolved.
Wu Shilan snorted coldly and said: "Pavilion Master Wan, Shopkeeper Lin, and fellow Taoist cultivators, it seems that it is difficult for us to get along with the Iron Sword Sect today. In this case, a low-level disciple of the Iron Sword Sect and I’ll leave those casual cultivators who don’t know whether to live or die to you, and leave Qiao Qianmu and the casual cultivator in the god-transformation stage to the three of us, how about that?”
The people from Baotong Pavilion, Juxian Palace and a group of casual cultivators discussed for a while. Pavilion Master Wan clasped his fists and said: "Master Wushi has spoken first, and we must cooperate. However, after all, Iron Sword Sect also has nine sects and eight sects. If the major sects among the thirteen sects get the news in the future, they will take revenge..."
"Everyone, don't worry. I, Yunzhong Mansion, will not let you be accused of torturing and killing low-level disciples of the Iron Sword Sect." Wu Shilan smiled slightly and said loudly, "Yunzhong Mansion's army obeys the order!"
"Here!" The more than 30 people in the foundation building and Qi refining stages behind Wushilan responded in unison.
"Assist Pavilion Master Wan and others to kill the enemy!"
"yes!"
Seeing Wushilan's statement, Pavilion Master Wan and others were secretly happy. Although fighting against the Iron Sword Sect for treasures would inevitably lead to a fight, if both sides were of equal cultivation, they would naturally not be afraid of the Iron Sword Sect provoking retaliation afterwards.
But after all, most of the people on the other side are low-level disciples who have come out for training. Under such circumstances, it would be a violation of the rules to bully the younger ones openly. Afterwards, the Iron Sword Sect could use this as an excuse to take revenge. Even if they sent out people from the Void Refining Stage to hunt down those in the Nascent Soul Stage and the Core Formation Stage, others would not interfere or stop them - after all, they were the ones who broke the rules. First.
But now that Wu Shilan said this, he took most of the responsibility for breaking the rules - besides, it had been agreed before that everyone was going to help Yunzhong Mansion obtain the sword secret and then share it. At this time, killing was just a matter of Just following orders.
Before everyone could think more, Wu Shilan said with a cold smile on his face: "Qiao Qianmu, and you (Wu Shilan raised his fan and pointed at the mysterious god-transformation stage cultivator), Do you dare to go up there and fight?"
"Hmph, let's fight!" Qiao Qianmu shouted loudly, rose into the sky, and waved his palms suddenly. Hundreds of sword energy flew out from his palms, and Wu Yang was like a sea of swords, heading straight towards Wu Yang on the opposite side. Shi Lan and others flew away. After a moment of hesitation, the casual cultivator in the god-transformation stage also slowly rose into the air.
"How brave!" Wushi Tianlong and Qiao Qianmu saw that this attack was actually going to cover all the Yunzhongfu soldiers behind them. They yelled angrily and threw out a silver shield, spinning it in the air. , turned into a size of several feet and blocked the front.
Qiao Qianmu struck continuously with both palms, and more than a hundred sword energy surged out. Mixed in among them was an inconspicuous-looking dark iron sword.
There was a loud bang, and the iron sword struck Wu Shi Tianlong's silver shield, and actually pierced a big hole in the shield with just one sword strike.
Wushi Tianlong didn't expect Qiao Qianmu to be so strong. He accidentally suffered some hidden injuries and hurriedly shouted, "My dear nephew, help me!" With that, he also rose into the sky and faced Qiao Qianmu.
Wushilan also kicked the ground violently, soaring into the sky like a shooting star. She opened the folding fan in her palm and threw it forward. The folding fan turned into a size of several feet and blocked it.
The sword energy released by Qiao Qianmu hit the folding fan, crackling like rain, but failed to break through the folding fan's defense at all.
As early as when Wushilan took action, Wushi Dijiao turned into a stream of light and flew towards the casual cultivators who had left the battle circle. Although those people did not choose sides, they did not leave completely, but He hid and watched from a distance.
"Since you are still thinking about the sword technique, then go to hell!" The Wushi Jiao snorted coldly and killed the nearest cultivator in the pill formation stage from a distance.
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"Do it! Fight quickly!"
Wu Shilan's voice came, and upon hearing this, the Baotong Pavilion, Juxian Hall and the casual cultivators below all used their magic weapons and flying swords, shouting and attacking the Iron Sword Sect disciples on the opposite side.
"Go to hell!" Everyone roared, not sparing their own magic power, and used their strongest attack methods. In their view, even if there are a few more casual cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage and the Core Formation stage on the opposite side, when faced with the strength that can crush them, their defeat will only be a matter of seconds.
"Formation!"
Almost at the same time, all the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect shouted loudly at the same time.
Something unexpected happened to everyone in Baotong Pavilion and Juxian Hall.
It turned out that the masked casual cultivators who had just retreated to the Iron Sword Sect were all members of the Iron Sword Sect!
And at this time, they had no intention of fighting alone. Instead, they formed a sword formation in an instant - one of the Iron Sword Sect's sect-protecting sword formations, the Guiyuan Wuji Sword Formation.
The Guiyuan Wuji Sword Formation can condense the magic power of the people forming the formation into one place, and then one person can use their offensive methods. It is said that its power is enough to split mountains and seas, making it invincible.
"So what if we form a formation? Kill them!" Pavilion Master Wan of Baotong Pavilion yelled viciously, twisting his magic weapon in his hand, and used a golden seal, which spun in the air and turned into a size of several feet. It crashed down like a small mountain. Before it fell, ripples were already rippled in the air, as if even the void was affected.
Shopkeeper Lin of the Juxian Palace on the side was not to be outdone. A pair of sword boxes carried on his back opened with a bang, and twelve flying swords with cold light flew out from it, forming a small sword formation in the air like a treasure fan opening its screen. The sword array was filled with lightning, and it was extremely powerful.
The rest of them were not stingy with their magic power. Various magic weapons and magic weapons shot out with colorful rays of light, hoping to defeat them directly before the Iron Sword Sect formed a sword formation.
Unexpectedly, at this time, a cold snort resounded from the air across the battlefield. The mysterious monk in the transformation stage who had just slowly flown into the air actually turned back halfway, and in an instant he was above the heads of the Iron Sword Sect. There was already a black light flashing between his eyebrows.
At this moment, the sword formation is complete!
I saw a black sword shadow less than an inch long appearing between the eyebrows of every disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, "growing" in the middle of everyone's eyebrows like a third eye. Behind everyone, black iron swords were suspended, the sword tips pointing straight into the sky!
The next moment, a buzzing sound came from the sword shadows, and faint rays of light shot out, converging on the god-transformation stage cultivator above.
The mysterious ascetic of the God Transformation Stage automatically made a sound in his robes without any wind, and his aura suddenly rose. In an instant, he jumped from the original Early Stage of God Transformation to the Late Stage of God Transformation, and was still rising.
At this moment, the big seal had flown to a place less than five feet in front of the Iron Sword Sect's sword formation. Everyone in the Iron Sword Sect felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on them. Within the few feet that the big seal was facing, A square depression appeared on the ground. The covered Iron Sword Sect disciple was so pressed that his legs became weak, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose!
"Hmph!" The monk in the transformation stage above his head pointed forward slowly and urgently, and a phantom of an iron sword that was more than ten feet long shot out from his fingertips. In an instant, it pierced the big seal.
I heard Pavilion Master Wan of Baotong Pavilion spitting out a mouthful of blood, his knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground with a pop. The big seal was stabbed by the sword and flew backwards. After flying several feet, it exploded. The fragments collided with several magic weapons that were shooting forward next to it, and bursts of roars erupted in the air.
"It's you!" Shopkeeper Lin of the Juxian Palace was well-informed. He caught a glimpse of the mysterious monk's outstretched right hand, and there was actually a little finger missing. He couldn't help but scream, "Li Feiyu!"
"Now that you know it's me, you can go and die in peace!" Li Feiyu is the deputy head of the Iron Sword Sect's Foreign Affairs Hall. Although his cultivation level is only at the second level of the God Transformation stage, his combat power is far beyond the simple level. Judging from his cultivation level, decades ago he had a record of killing a peak cultivator in the God Transformation stage head-on. He is one of the few talented people in the Iron Sword Sect!
Li Feiyu yelled loudly, raised his hand, and the iron swords behind the people below immediately buzzed, flew into the sky, circled around Li Feiyu, and swooped towards the opposite side like a black bee. past.
Wherever the swords passed, the magic weapons, magic tools, and spells of the Yuanying and Danjie monks in Baotong Pavilion and Juxian Hall exploded one after another. Even if there were occasionally extremely high-grade treasures among them, they were not shattered. But he couldn't escape the fate of being knocked away.
These magical treasures and instruments are connected to the hearts and minds of their respective owners. When the treasures are damaged, the owners also feel like they have been hit hard. Their faces turn pale and they fall to the ground. What's more, some of them have injured their meridians immediately and spurt out blood. Come.
In an instant, screams could be heard endlessly. When a piece of iron sword circled and flew back to Li Feiyu, all the casual cultivators in Juxian Hall and Baotong Pavilion had suffered heavy casualties. Not even one of them was alive. The casual cultivator's breath has become unstable at this moment, and it is obvious that he has suffered a lot of hidden injuries.
"Humph, garbage is garbage! Even if they are gathered together, they are still garbage!" Li Feiyu looked grim, and with a finger, the many flying swords that had dimmed their light suddenly lit up again, circled briefly, and went straight to the remaining ones. Leave for leisure...
