Ningxia noticed it when those people broke through the protective shield and ran away, and felt inexplicably angry.
Pig teammates!
As soon as the protective shield was removed, she immediately felt a difference. Before, there was a protective shield to isolate it a little, so the effect of the sword sound was not as powerful as here. Now that they have broken the protective shield, they have to face the attack directly.
God knows how many times Jian Ming's power will increase once the protective shield is removed? !
If it could only be regarded as a painless scratching before, now it is a matter of directly inserting the knife and attacking inside.
What's worse is that these people have no way to escape, and they have thrown away all their grace. It made the already chaotic scene even more chaotic.
The ability of monks is much stronger than that of ordinary people. They can take three steps at a time and can drift a little. It's not that tragic, but it's almost there.
In the chaos, Ning Xia felt like she had been kicked several times and her legs ached, but they were all filled with spiritual power. She had reason to believe that on this occasion, even if someone took advantage of the chaos to commit murder, they might not be discovered.
Ningxia finally knows why so many poor people are trampled to death in earthquakes every year? Once people get busy, they really can't care about anything but themselves.
Fortunately, Ningxia didn't meet anyone with bad intentions on the way. As a foundation-building monk, she could barely hold on, maintaining her own skill cycle and barely resisting the strange sound of swords.
It’s just that the protective shield that was destroyed will probably never come back. They can only bite the bullet and face this "disaster".
Who knows how long this terrible sword cry will last? God knows how far this terrifying sword cry can go? No one knows, they are all holding on.
And those who broke through the protective shield and escaped did not fare much better. Things are not as simple as they thought...
The people who broke through the protective shield and ran away were affected by the strong sound of swords within a few steps. They fell directly to the ground, howling and screaming, repeatedly shouting about pain and begging for mercy.
Those who fell on the spectator seats, those who fell around the blood formation, those who rolled down from the upper floors, those who ran to the general fell down... In short, the low-level monks who did not use their skills to resist in advance all fell down, as if they were dead on the ground. roll. The scene was very chaotic.
Seeing such a tragic situation, the "survivors" felt sad, and they even raised their spirits to use the skills in their bodies to make their spiritual power move at a high speed. Many people find that the faster the spiritual power in the body moves, the less impact the sword sound has on them.
Those who were lying on the ground rolling and howling gradually became quiet. Some were immediately knocked unconscious by the powerful sword sound, with bleeding from their seven orifices. Some were still calling weakly like kittens, and some were still resisting tenaciously. .
And not everyone is like this. As the sound of swords further intensified, the "surviving" monks also began to experience problems.
It really looks like hell on earth.
"puff--"
"What's this?!"
"No, don't take it away, that's mine. Go, go, go..."
"No, it's not what I thought, it was them... they forced me!"
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Ning Xia, who was concentrating on concentrating her spiritual power, was startled by the sudden wailing sound.
A guy diagonally behind her and a few people in the front row suddenly fell down, and suddenly started screaming, making the same pleas as those on the ground.
Ning Xia saw that these people were clearly at the foundation building level. After surviving this long, she thought they could survive... Could this be that they couldn't survive?
Ning Xia's heart went cold, and the tip of her heart trembled. Is it the turn of the foundation-building level? Does that mean...she's not far away either?
Damn it, when will this moment pass? ! What do they want to do?
Wait... "Take it away", "Give it back to you", "It hurts"... these words suddenly threw a stone in her heart.
What to take away? What else?
The sound of the sword... Wasn't it Chong Huan who made the sound of the sword on the night of Siwuxing?
Why did he cause the sword to scream? He is angry and hateful, and he wants to rescue his enemies who are imprisoned and humiliated.
That night, Ningxia could feel the reluctance and appeal contained in the sword's cry, just like crying blood, using the sound of the golden sword to express the same flesh-and-blood emotions as human beings.
The sound of swords that night could be said to be the heartfelt wails and hatred of the Holy Vein people present... wishing they could mobilize the power of all clan members to destroy everything.
In the end they ruined themselves.
What about this time. Whose voice is this sword cry? What is he claiming?
Holy Veins...
She remembered a bizarre story that Master Qu once told her, about a person with a holy lineage and an ordinary person, and her mind was in chaos.
Time waits for no one. During Ningxia's chaotic thoughts, monks kept falling and became "captives" of Jian Ming, completely becoming one of the people rolling and wailing underground.
There are those who practice qi, those who build foundations, and even those who have golden elixirs... For no reason, they suddenly started screaming, unable to operate their skills, and all that was left in their minds was pain, discomfort, and uncontrollable screams.
Regardless of cultivation level, when the greedy wolf mace monk at the golden elixir stage above was attacked, Ningxia, the foundation builder, was still doing well.
Although she felt more and more uncomfortable as the power of the sword roar increased, she did not lose her head like those monks.
Ning Xia even found a young monk not far away, but his cultivation at the third level of Qi training has not collapsed until now, and he is still in meditation.
Gradually, many people also saw the strangeness of this sword sound. Although it seems to be an indiscriminate group attack, they are also treated differently. He seems to be attacking some special group of people.
Judging from the monks who fell early, although they had already fainted from pain, there were differences. The degree was different, some were not sure whether they were alive or dead, some had bleeding from their orifices and were seriously injured, and some were knocked unconscious by the shock, but it was not a serious problem.
Most of the monks who lost their way seemed to be in pain, as if life was worse than death, as if their souls were torn and beaten.
What's even weirder is that when the pain is deep, some people will beg and defend as if they are talking to someone, talking incomprehensible nonsense in their mouths, making other people feel horrified.
"Let me go. I'm right. This is your life! If you die, you will die. Why don't you die obediently? Don't come to me...don't come to me...ah!" A foundation-building monk diagonally in front looked crazy. stand up.
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Why did he cause the sword to scream? He is angry and hateful, and he wants to rescue his enemies who are imprisoned and humiliated.
That night, Ningxia could feel the reluctance and appeal contained in the sword's cry, just like crying blood, using the sound of the golden sword to express the same flesh-and-blood emotions as human beings.
The sound of swords that night could be said to be the heartfelt wails and hatred of the Holy Vein people present... wishing they could mobilize the power of all clan members to destroy everything.
In the end they ruined themselves.
What about this time. Whose voice is this sword cry? I'm not.
