In the blink of an eye, hundreds of spirit boats lined up in the sky.
On the several spiritual boats in the center, the pressure of more than forty powerful distracted men swept down, causing countless people in Jinghong Square to panic instantly.
"Shadow Tower!"
Seeing the young man in black robe standing on top of the spirit boat, the headmaster Fu Qingchuan's pupils suddenly shrank, he took out a jade talisman without hesitation and crushed it into pieces.
Suddenly, the ground in the square trembled, and an extremely large five-color light shield rose up, covering tens of thousands of inner and outer sect disciples.
Seeing this scene, everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who gave them the courage to go wild with our Jinghong Sword Sect?"
"Damn, I was so shocked that I almost forgot that we were in the sect!"
"I'm the same. I'm really embarrassed. With the mountain guarding formation and the leader and the others here, these rats will never come back today!"
"Yes, we still have the Jinghong Sword Formation, we are afraid of what he will do. What's more, we have more than 30,000 people here, and they only look like two or three thousand!"
"I think these bastards are old people who have hanged themselves. They are tired of living..."
"..."
As the mountain-protecting formation was activated, some disciples of the Jinghong Sword Sect who had almost been scared to death suddenly regained their confidence. They looked at Tang Fei and his party in the sky and laughed again and again.
"Tang Fei! You are very courageous. We didn't look for you, but you still dare to come here. Do you really know how to write the word "death"? Fu Qingchuan stood on the high platform, with one hand behind his back, looking at the sky and shouting coldly .
Next to Fu Qingchuan were the elders of the Jinghong Sword Sect and their holy son Fu Hongshan. They were all gathered here because of this mobilization for the expedition.
There are a total of twenty-eight distraction-level experts, and the lineup should not be underestimated.
"die?"
Tang Fei glanced at the barrier below and said, "Hall Master Mo, I leave it to you."
"yes!"
A woman in black next to him responded, left the spirit boat in a flash, and came to the sky. He stretched out his hand and made a move, and nine purple swords were immediately lined up in front of him.
Then he pointed forward: "Go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the nine swords flashed with inspiration and flew to the sky above the formation one after another, hanging upside down in a circle.
Mo Jun shouted softly: "Big!"
Suddenly, the sword's light rose, and with a buzz, it turned into a shocking giant sword dozens of feet in size.
"this..."
When everyone below saw this situation, their expressions changed, and Fu Qingchuan shouted: "Quick, protect the formation!"
"yes!"
The other elders immediately flew out and were scattered in every corner of the square. They formed magic formulas one after another, causing the mountain-protecting formation to sparkle with spiritual light.
"You don't know what you can do!"
Mo Jun smiled coldly and turned his hand on the magic trick: "Broken!"
In an instant, the nine giant swords roared and stabbed hard on the barrier, causing a brief stalemate.
But as Mo Jun bit his fingertips to make a talisman, he pointed at one of the swords, and the nine swords instantly glowed with purple light, and he pressed down hard!
Bang! ! !
Immediately, the large formation exploded, and nine giant swords fell with a crash, stabbing hard at the inner gate square. Countless rubble flew out, pressing like a flood on the disciples of the Jinghong Sword Sect around them.
ah! ! !
No! ! !
puff! ! !
In an instant, the inner square was filled with wails. Some of the outer disciples with low cultivation levels did not even have a chance to react. They were directly smashed to pieces by these rubbles!
"kill!"
Tang Fei's face darkened, and he took the lead and attacked Fu Qingchuan.
"kill!"
The second elder Yanhai shouted loudly and followed closely behind.
The more than two thousand infant distraction masters behind them all left the spirit boat and swooped down.
Suddenly, there was a roar, and turbulent shock waves were flying around. Those Jinghong Sword Sect disciples below Nascent Soul were like rootless duckweeds, being tossed around by the residual power that rolled in from time to time.
In such a battlefield, the large number of people with low cultivation becomes a burden. People below Nascent Soul have no chance to intervene except to avoid it.
Even if some people tangled together to use the combined sword formation, they could not hold on for more than a few breaths under the ferocious power of the god-level masters from the Shadow Tower.
In just half a quarter of an hour, more than 70% of these Jinghong Sword Sect disciples, who had been high-spirited just now and were waiting to show off their skills in the Night Demon Continent, were killed or injured.
Many people fled towards the outer door, or were frightened and knelt on the spot, begging loudly for mercy. The entire square was filled with mourning.
The Holy Son Fu Hongshan had his arm cut off by a distraction-level master with a sword. He ran away in fear, but then he ran into the spirit owl and was directly decapitated by the sword. His head rolled down with his eyes wide open, full of unwillingness and resentment. .
He never understood until his death why these people from the Shadow Tower had such hatred for the Jinghong Sword Sect.
Could it be because the Jinghong Sword Sect promised to eradicate them?
"Asugi!!!"
Fu Qingchuan, who was fighting with Tang Fei, turned his head and saw his son's headless body falling to the ground. His mouth suddenly opened and his mind roared.
However, just like that, a dagger suddenly stabbed into the back of his head, and at the same time a cold voice sounded: "It's not a good habit to be dazed during battle. Remember to be more careful in the next life."
Fu Qingchuan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out, and then he hit the square with a loud bang.
Tang Fei looked at Fu Qingchuan expressionlessly, then flashed and flew in another direction.
Half an hour later.
This battle of few against many, with the strong defeating the weak, finally came to an end with the last scream. There are more than 30,000 inner and outer disciples of the Jinghong Sword Sect, and no one is spared.
The peaks collapsed, the palaces were no longer there, mutilated corpses were everywhere, and the land was dyed red with blood.
Tang Fei's clothes were stained with blood, and he stood on the broken high platform, looking at everything indifferently, without any hint of joy or anger.
Several women felt slightly uncomfortable. Mo Jun frowned slightly and said angrily: "You promised me that you would not kill ordinary disciples."
Tang Fei turned his head and glanced at Mo Jun: "Of course, if they don't insult me, I will spare their lives."
"You! It's not like everyone scolded you, why did you do so brilliantly? You know, there are many good people here, and not everyone is so unbearable." Mo Jun glared at Tang Fei.
"I'm not a saint. I don't have a pair of eyes that can distinguish right from wrong. I can't tell who is a good guy and who is a bad guy at a glance. To me, they are on the wrong team, that is, they are bad guys." Tang Fei said calmly.
"I misjudged you."
Mo Jun was so angry that he was shaking, looking at Tang Fei with uncontrollable disappointment.
"You read that right, you just don't know me well enough. I actually don't like killing people, but there is a prerequisite..." Tang Fei slowly raised his head and looked at the blue sky, with a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.
"What premise?"
"The premise is that no one can offend my master, otherwise, I will be very angry!"
"Master, master! It's your master again. You can't live for yourself. Is he your father or your mother? I haven't seen how good he is to you! Do you know that if such inhumane news spreads, what will happen to you, to you?" How much negative impact does the Shadow Tower have?" Mo Jun hated the fact that iron can't make steel.
