Compared with the fierce battles of the Kongming cultivators, which were grand and magnificent but rarely encountered major dangers, the battle in the vast sea was undoubtedly much more tragic.
Corpses are floating in the vast sea, blood is floating on oars, and scenes of bloodshed are everywhere. Each and every living life was reduced to dry bones on the seabed and turned into cold stone monuments.
How many people can truly appreciate the cruelty and sorrow of war without being personally involved in the war?
The whimpering weapons, hideous faces, desperate wails and the strong smell of blood accuse the evil of the war.
Blood splattered on the robe, corpses fell horizontally, and the sea was dyed a bright red.
The darkness seems to be far away, and everyone has lost their reason and calmness. They are like puppets, fighting crazily without emotion.
Xi Yao gave his subordinates an unyielding will. The demon cultivators were killed one after another, but the rest of them still fought back without fear of death.
Seeing the familiar figures wither away one after another, the cultivators were heartbroken.
When Li Suyan collapsed, Tong Mengyi's body lay silently in the sea. Du Ruozhou was heartbroken and felt empty inside, as if something extremely precious had been lost all of a sudden.
Yan Ci was covered in blood, holding a bloody head, as if the god of death had come to the world, with an awe-inspiring aura.
Looking back inadvertently, I saw Li Suyan's remains lying on the remaining ice, and the waves washed away the blood stains on the armor. The scene was extremely desolate.
Yan Ci's eyes were red with anger, and a series of miserable howls sounded from his throat, like the cry of an owl at night, or the howl of a lone wolf.
Then, he spread his wings and flapped his sword, and rushed towards the enemy camp with a crazy look. The purple light of his iris sword shot out violently, without caring about his own body, he chopped and chopped randomly with the sword.
Swords fell like rain, and broken limbs were scattered everywhere. Seeing this lone monk advancing wildly and unstoppably, the crowd around him was stunned!
The enemy's troops suddenly stood up in fear and retreated in panic. No one dared to face this son's thunderous and electric wrath.
Yan Ci is extremely rampant, looking like a tiger descending from the mountain, a hunting lion, roaring and screaming, killing people like hemp.
Du Ruozhou was infected by the courageous and fearless aura. He angrily raised his sword and charged forward alone. Suddenly, silhouettes of people were seen flying on both sides, and countless fellow disciples gathered together and broke through the waves.
Han Bing's figure curled up, its blood-splattered armor fluttered in the strong wind, and its beautiful figure leaped in front, flickering like a ghost, soaring and falling to grab the enemy's head.
Red phoenixes and green luan accompanied them, soaring in the low altitude, often displaying various magical powers such as phoenix dancing in the sky, luan feathers rushing and so on, with unparalleled killing power. Those vigorous and resolute methods vaguely affected the direction of the battle.
Qinglan Sword, Canglang Sword, Emperor Yu Sword, and Ansha Sword are used simultaneously.
The Shedao stick, the Jiu Yao stick, the male Zhi sword, the female guard sword and all kinds of magical weapons are shining brightly again.
The cultivators reorganized their formation and marched together amidst thunderous shouts.
After a long period of melee, the war reached a climax again, with sharp weapons roaring, flowers of killing blooming all over the place, and red clouds filled with anger rising up one after another.
Miaozhan, the master of the Buddha, controlled the stick as if it were a violent storm. The stick was as strong and powerful as it was uncast, and he dropped it with great force and smashed it, leaving a red-gold Buddhist "swastika" pattern imprinted on the sea.
On the side, a group of Buddhist cultivators were engaged in a battle of wrathful Buddhas. A space of tens of feet in radius was filled with the power of Vajra's rage. The shadow of the overwhelming golden bell was hanging, whirring and roaring wantonly. Anyone who touched it would be dead. hurt.
The little monk Miaojian's eyes were wide-eyed, his little face was tight, and his little bald head was shiny. A Jiu Yao staff was pushed sideways and backwards, and two water dragons were flying around him. He started killing in harmony with the monks who were talking about Amitabha.
Miao Zhan had just crushed a demon cultivator of the same level into dust when he suddenly heard Qiao Li singing from a distance: "The strong wind is blowing and the clouds are flying. We are returning to our hometown in the sea, and we have strong warriors guarding the four directions!"
The poems are wild, and the people are also wild. Looking at Qiao Li galloping on the battlefield with his sword in the distance, advancing and retreating freely, I can't help but sigh that this boy has never been so in line with the times.
The words stirred up a thousand waves, and a cultivator, Ula Wula, sang a war song that Miao Zhan had never heard before, and many casual cultivators responded.
This ballad, which seems to be only sung among the casual cultivators, has a solemn and solemn tone, with a surging and exciting style, and a rhythm that inspires people to fight.
The full, magnanimous and righteous emotions contained in the lyrics united monks all over the world and set off a wave of voices across the sea to commit suicide.
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Relying on the sharp power of the earth-level magic weapon and the spirit of sacrificing one's life for righteousness, Yan Ci stirred up troubles everywhere, and many demon cultivators fled.
This move finally angered Qiongqi Beast, who was acting aggressively in mid-air. He fired two or three palms in succession, which made Yang Liufeng dizzy, and then he went straight to Yan Ci to kill him angrily.
This beast is murderous and arrogant. It is definitely not a kind person and should not be easily confronted with.
But Han Bing's duty is to attack and kill powerful enemies and provide support to the rest of the team.
With the support of Yu Lu and Susha Qingying, she killed several demon cultivators of the same level who were attacking them. When she noticed Qiongqi rushing towards Yan Ci, she jumped up to fight without hesitation.
The Buting Sword in the palm of Qiongqi's hand was smelted from the Heart of the Heart Iron under the Buting Mountain. It turned over the red clouds and tempered the green water, and was full of strange and fierce killing intent.
He urged the sword in the air, and three waves of red clouds evaporated the sword one after another, rising into green waves under the scorching sun.
The sword tide pushed forward wildly, but Yan Ci continued to advance in high spirits.
The lost pearl jumped into the sky, rising and falling, and the whale waves below became more and more boiling. Thousands of waters roared, and the mighty countercurrent emptied upwards, covering up the sword waves with the majesty of swallowing up mountains and rivers.
Strong winds swirled, water mist surged, and nearby cultivators were blown to and fro by the strong wind. Such a majestic and heroic offensive was a sight to behold.
Even Qiong Qi was astonished when he saw how exquisite and vast the power of controlling water was.
The tide of swords rolled by red clouds ran too far, and then were blown away by the strong wind, and were instantly annihilated in the rapids.
Qiongqi paused and concentrated, his flesh wings slowly flapped, he lowered his body and struck fiercely with his sword. The bright red sword pillar stretched across the sky, slashing with the force of splitting mountains and seas.
On the side of the lost pearl, the countercurrent rolled, and suddenly it transformed into a powerful giant whale, jumping over the waves and soaring into the sky. A beautiful silhouette stands on the head of a whale standing on ice-cold flowers. It is graceful and graceful, as if it is swimming in the sky and touching the clouds. The scene is beautiful and majestic.
Han Bing and Yan Ci were in sync with each other and went to war at the same time. The Beiluan Sword glowed with green light, and the Purple Gold Iris Sword Qi responded. The two swords joined forces to attack, fighting together with Qiongqi.
However, the Qiongqi beast relies on its strong body to attack but not defend. Even with the help of the infinite treasures of wisdom, it is still not enough to compete with it. However, Chi Feng and Qing Luan were wreaking havoc for a while, but were finally entangled by the Infant Transformation Demon Cultivator and had no time to come to their aid.
The sharp sword pillar of Bu Tingjian fell sharply through the wind, and the surging power made the void crackle.
Yan Ci had no guts to take the killing move, and flapped his pheasant wings to avoid it. He immediately relapsed and cursed: "You always use the void to spread wildfire, you fool!"
Han Bing stood facing each other from a distance and said sweetly: "How can you show off your skills without shaking the void? This guy is not stupid."
Yan Ci stepped back further, raised his fingers to the tip of his nose and pretended to be a pig, and said mockingly: "The sky is big and the earth is big. If you try to kill someone with this trick, you are definitely a pig with a dog's head!"
Han Bing wrinkled his nose and said with a smile: "Qiongqi has a crazy temperament, punishes good and promotes evil throughout his life, and has committed many crimes. He is not as cute as a pig or a dog."
The two little scoundrels did not dare to challenge, and instead quarreled and taunted their powerful enemy.
Qiongqi was furious as thunder, the tip of his sword circled, and dozens of arc-shaped sword lights flew up. The sword energy spread across the void, forcing Yan Ci and Han Bing to advance and retreat.
Qiongqi chased and fought fiercely, and suddenly he saw a sword light coming from the diagonal stab, and a handsome monk with elegant bones and clear figure came to fight.
Jealousy Haiden immediately turned the tables, and the visitor turned out to be Xuanyuan Feng. Seeing that Han Bing was surrounded by dangers, this son couldn't help feeling pity for Han Bing and came here without invitation.
This boy was extremely handsome. Yan Ci took a few glances at him and felt dissatisfied. He secretly thought that the Dream Elf hadn't shown up to help him yet, so he would have to worry about this guy in that round!
Xuanyuan Feng moves like thunder, his posture is like dancing phoenix and flying dragon, his sword power is unrestrained and majestic, his Taoism is even better than Han Bing.
Yan Ci tried several sword strikes, but was unable to help, and was completely reduced to a role like a clown.
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Zhiwang Sword's swordsmanship is wild and uninhibited, like a knight-errant who despises royal power, coming and going freely and without restraint.
Yu Ge fought fiercely with his sword. The sword was so light and elegant that there seemed to be no trace.
She lowered her head and saw the strange scene on the sea, and couldn't help but gloat: "The treasure that I have longed for has become someone else's bag. I am so angry at you, you evil dragon."
When the Dragon Queen saw the lost bead, she secretly sighed at the pity. Hearing this was like adding fuel to the fire. She remembered that her killing moves would never leave Yu Ge's door, and she wished she could tear her fish mouth to pieces right away.
Kong Ming cultivators have gone through many ups and downs and have hard-won magical powers. They are more keen on protecting themselves during the decisive battle, thus abandoning many dangerous moves that can determine life or death.
Furthermore, the Kongming demons here practice physical arts as well, and their physical bodies are strong. The ordinary magic techniques are undoubtedly scratching, and they cannot be killed without using unique and domineering methods. Therefore, they fight fiercely for a long time, and there is little damage to each other.
However, it was said that Jiu Ying's identity was embarrassing, he was afraid that his life would be hard to save, and he was afraid of making people laugh at him, so he hid in the void in the distance, watching the play and telling the plays to the tengu.
Seeing that Xirun and the others were gradually falling into a passive situation, he thought to himself whether it was a blessing or a curse, but it was a curse that could not be avoided. He discussed it over and over with the Tengu. In the end, he gritted his teeth and revealed his true form, intercepting and killing Fu Liuyun on the way.
The two beasts were extremely ferocious and extremely majestic. They shook their bodies and rushed and collided fiercely. Although the killing power was insufficient, their momentum was unparalleled.
The group of cultivators came and went quickly, each performing his own unique skills.
The Xi Yao shines with great splendor, relying on the wonderful escape technique blessed by the wings of darkness, galloping across the sky, the Minghong knife wrapped in countless green mists slashing and slashing, and the killing intention is violent.
Xuanyuan Yi and the Ancient Ape King fought together for a long time, and gradually felt exhausted. Seeing Xi Yao's bravery, the group of cultivators felt frightened.
Yuan Muyun sensed that the situation was in danger, and danced the Eight Desolate Mirrors to help. Lin Daozi also came to reinforce. They looked at each other in pairs, separated their forces, and coordinated to fight in turns.
Five figures were flying across the clouds, and the fighting situation was extremely dangerous.
Everyone grasped the magic power to the smallest detail. There was no sound of explosions in the battle group, but the sharpness did not leak at all. They were all gathered on the tip of the sword to engage in hand-to-hand combat.
From time to time, I saw the flash of swords and swords, like stars collapsing, dragging the bright light.
Xi Yao's expression was indifferent, and he still managed to win against several people alone. No one could see where his limits were.
Such a struggle is not the end, and when there is no other choice, Luo Wang activates the Dao domain when he is comfortable to break the deadlock.
Bai Bao gradually sank into the vision of the falling moon and wind. In the moment of confusion, everything in his Dantian was destroyed by Luo Wangshu.
Feng Miao transformed into an indestructible iron tower warrior. After giving it a try, his combat power was on par with Qing Ming's.
This demon was eager to kill, and suddenly saw Luo Wangshu taking care of the white leopard, turning around and charging at him. He couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart. Even the more skilled leopard demon couldn't defeat him. How could he dare to fight against these two evil stars alone?
Luo Wangshu discerned the appearance, pretended to join the battle, smiled and made two false sword strikes, which frightened Feng Miao.
While he was in a hurry, Qing Ming took advantage of the opportunity and walked in.
The six pure bamboo sticks carried the majestic Gangang Qi point and landed on Dantian Poshen. They slid down quickly and hit the Dantian Poshen Qi. Then a Nine Heavens Divine Thunder rolled to the end of the staff and burned Feng Miao to ashes.
Luo Wangshu and Qing Ming had a moment of leisure, raised their fingers and put the elixir into their lips to restore their mana, then cheered up and rushed to the nearby battle group to help in the battle.
[Serialized on Zongheng Chinese website. ]
