As the leader of the Chadi Tribe, Du Qing's strength is no longer weak, comparable to a real first-level master of the Martial Spirit Realm.
However, relying on his own strength, he still couldn't do anything to the undead leader in front of him.
"Everyone in the Kshatdi tribe obeys the order!"
"Let's take action together to deal with this guy!"
The black iron heavy sword in his hand slashed out again, and the next moment Du Qing also shouted loudly, the energy around his body became stronger again, and a powerful sword intention suddenly spread outward.
"Sword intent, perfect!"
Not far away, Fei Ren, who was also caught in the melee, looked slightly surprised when he saw Du Qing's strength rising again.
The opponent not only possesses the Yuanli cultivation level of half-step Martial Spirit Realm, but also understands the sword intention, and his sword intention has reached the perfect level!
For sword cultivators, a perfect level of sword intention can not only greatly increase the attack power, but also increase the swordsmanship by a huge amount.
Even Gao Yunshen, the swordsman genius who had met Fei Ren before and the number one newcomer in the Lieyang Sect, was only a great success in swordsmanship.
"This man is the leader of the Kshatdi tribe. It's not surprising that he has such strength..."
After thinking about it, Fei Ren took another breath and secretly pushed his abdomen.
"It seems that the chance inheritance of the Martial King Realm is not easy to obtain..."
He knew deep in his heart that even if he was as strong as Du Qing in front of him, he was no match for Indra, the leader of the Borna tribe. It would not be easy to win the treasure from the crowd of thousands of troops.
"Boom!"
There was another loud noise. With the support of a group of Kshat tribe masters, the undead leader who was entangled with Du Qing was retreating steadily, and the originally strong aura of death on his body was gradually declining.
"Clan leader, this guy is almost finished!"
Several more Yuanli offensives cut through the air, and then hit hard on the chest of the undead leader. In an instant, the armor shattered, and the originally huge undead leader also fell down again, causing everyone to look slightly happy.
After a melee, everyone present had almost seen through the mysteries and weaknesses of the undead leaders in front of them.
Although the opponent is an unkillable ghost, the aura of death on his body is limited. Every time he falls or is seriously injured, the aura of death on the leader of the undead will decrease. When the aura of death completely disappears, these ghosts will no longer Defeated in battle!
"Go on! Fight in!"
With a cold snort, Du Qing saw the undead leader in front of him gradually sinking into decline. Du Qing in the sky also had a strong fighting spirit. He slashed out with the black iron heavy sword in his hand, and countless sharp black sword lights swept out. Like a violent storm, it fell straight towards the undead leader on the opposite side.
"Boom! Boom!"
The black sword light was as powerful as breaking bamboo, instantly piercing through the defense of the undead leader, causing his left hand and right leg to break, and then turned into powder.
"Bang!"
Without the support of his body, the undead leader also roared, and then his huge body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust and mist.
Although the undead leader can rely on the aura of death on his body to recover infinitely and survive repeated battles, this aura of death is ultimately limited.
Moreover, the black iron heavy sword in the hands of Du Qing, the leader of the Chadi tribe, is not an ordinary spiritual treasure. It has a long history and is also amazingly powerful!
This black iron heavy sword is three feet long. Its blade is as black as ink, and its back flashes with cold light. It can split gold, break stone, and cut iron like mud. It is the seventy-second giant in the spiritual sword spectrum. sword.
Although the Juque Sword's ranking in the spiritual sword spectrum is not as good as that of the Shang Yang Sword, in terms of its destructive power, it is no less powerful than the Shang Yang Sword in Gao Yunshen's hands!
"Giant sword? I didn't expect this guy to have such a spiritual sword in his hand..."
Fei Ren narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Du Qing showing off his power not far away.
He had naturally heard of the reputation of the Juque Sword. This sword, like the Shangyang Sword in Gao Yunshen's hand, was a famous spiritual sword in the spiritual sword spectrum.
Even the fifth-grade spiritual treasure Green Dragon Halberd in his hand is slightly inferior to the giant sword in Du Qing's hand if it is purely destructive.
"It seems that the battle is almost over. We have to find a chance to enter the palace!"
Fei Ren thought to himself as he dodged and once again avoided the attack range of the undead leader.
Since the masters of the five major tribes had attracted most of the firepower, Fei Ren was not under much pressure when facing the attack from the undead leader. He was just fishing in the melee, retaining his energy, and did not take the initiative to attack.
For him, entering the golden hall is the key point right now. As for the undead leaders blocking the road in front of him, masters from the five major tribes will naturally deal with them.
Another stick of incense passed. Under the siege of Du Qing and a group of masters from the Kshatdi tribe, the undead leader in front of him finally reached his limit. His huge body fell suddenly, and then stopped moving. It seemed that the body was The aura of death has been exhausted and reduced to a pile of scrap metal.
"Fight in!"
The giant sword in his hand was put back behind his back, and without the obstruction of the undead leader in front of him, Du Qing flew out in the next moment and sank into the golden hall in one fell swoop, followed closely by a group of masters from the Kshatdi tribe.
At the same time, the melee outside the main hall was still intense.
Although Du Qing and others had killed one Necromancer, there were still four remaining Necromancers present, and they were still a force that should not be underestimated.
Moreover, these four undead leaders obviously acted according to the will of the formation, intending to prevent the warriors from entering the golden hall until death.
Even Du Qing and others who had already entered the hall were mostly injured. In addition to Du Qing himself, many of his masters were slapped to death by several other undead leaders who failed to succeed. Enter the palace.
"What are the casualties?"
In the golden hall, Du Qing's face was gloomy, and he looked back at a master from the Kshatdi tribe.
"Reporting to the clan leader, seven people died and four were injured! Now there are nine people left with us who can still fight!"
After the words fell, the Kshat tribe master also echoed, his tone was sincere and fearful, as if he was afraid that the other party would blame him.
"Damn it, are you half dead..."
Hearing this, Du Qing's face darkened, and he suddenly looked ugly.
In order to enter the ancestral mausoleum this time, he brought a total of more than 20 masters from the tribe. All of these masters were at the fifth level of the martial arts realm. Now that the treasure has not been found much, most of the manpower has been lost. Naturally, It’s also very heartbreaking.
"Let's go! The treasure is important!"
Concentrating his mind, Du Qing also flashed his body in the next moment and swept towards the depths of the hall.
Although a lot of men were lost this time, it was all worth it. Now their Kshatriya tribe was the first to break into the golden hall, and they also had a better chance of grabbing the opportunities and treasures left by Azir back then.
....
Outside the golden hall, in the melee, an old figure flew out in a panic, and then landed in an open space.
The energy aura of the old figure was a little unstable. He was the leader of the Vaishya tribe. And unlike Du Qing and others, he was a little unlucky. He was targeted by two undead leaders at once, even with a group of subordinates. The support was also in a tough fight.
After all, the two undead commanders were two masters of the first level of the Martial Spirit Realm, and they were not that easy to deal with.
"Damn it! Let you dead creatures taste the power of the Five Thunder Demon Subduing Talisman!"
Looking at these tenacious undead leaders in front of him, Hel's wrinkled old face also showed a hint of fierceness. Then he reversed his hand and took out a sky blue magical talisman from the spirit ring in an instant.
