More than three thousand long swords, carrying unparalleled sword energy, hit the charging monks like raindrops.
The power of sword control was vividly displayed at this moment. The screams and wailings were endless, and more than a thousand people died in one wave.
Performing a group killing move would consume too much energy, so Su Yunfei carried the Soul-Slaying Sword and killed directly into the crowd. Wherever the sword light passed, a group of people's souls were devoured by the Soul-Slaying Sword.
The Spirit-Zlaying Sword shouted crazily:
"Pleasant! Exciting! Little master, keep killing!"
"What kind of sword is this? Why can't my soul be swallowed up, ah~"
"Devil! O devil! My soul!"
"Su Yunfei, you will be punished by God if you do this!"
...
A group of monks roared in horror. This was also the last word of that group of monks in their lives. Su Yunfei used the soul-fixing and soul-eating techniques with great proficiency in conjunction with the soul-cutting sword.
With the continuous influx of large amounts of soul power, the aura of the Soul-Slaying Sword became more and more terrifying. At the same time, Su Yunfei's soul power became more and more powerful.
The benefit of the increase in soul power is that his perception and spiritual thoughts become extremely powerful, and he will be notified immediately of any danger.
Therefore, those monks who secretly fired cold arrows were noticed by Su Yunfei in advance, and then they became the souls under the sword of the Soul-Destroying Sword.
Su Yunfei, holding the Soul-Slaying Sword, was unstoppable. Unless he was a soul cultivator, no one could last five breaths under his sword.
At the same time, the blue Gu worms, like blue lightning, kept burrowing into the monk's body, absorbing the life essence and strengthening themselves.
Due to the improvement in rank, the Gu insects sucked the essence of life very quickly. People only saw a blue lightning sinking into the monk's body. In less than two breaths, the monk turned into skin and bones.
Some people kept turning into skin and bones. After falling down, they were instantly submerged by the five poisonous insects and turned into skeletons.
For a quarter of an hour, the valley was filled with white bones.
As the bells in the hands of Liu and Zhang, two disciples of the Wu Gu Sect, continued to shake, the entire valley turned into a world of five poisonous insects. Because there were so many of them, the five poisonous insects were crowded together and stacked three feet high.
The monk who was cut down from the air turned into a skeleton of bones the moment he fell to the ground.
The hundreds of sword cultivators at the Shushan Sword Tomb faced dozens of times more enemies. Instead of charging blindly with enthusiasm, they used a dozen or so sword formations in groups.
This kind of sword array is very lethal, and more importantly, it can cooperate with each other and defend each other.
Therefore, until now, no one has died in the Shushan Sword Tomb. Not only the effect of the sword formation, but also the talismans and soft armor given by Su Yunfei and Ye Qingcheng have prevented them from too much damage. ap.
Originally, the eighth thunder tribulation was to help release excess energy in the body and stabilize the realm, but Ye Qingcheng did not reach exhaustion like Su Yunfei in the eighth thunder tribulation.
Therefore, Ye Qingcheng had too much energy accumulated in her body and urgently needed to be released. At this moment, Ye Qingcheng transformed into a violent and bloodthirsty female Shura, killing crazily.
Rongrong was like a runaway loli at the moment, holding a six-foot-long knife and slashing at anyone she saw. As she became more and more devoted, the vortex in the Dantian in her body kept turning.
Gradually Rongrong became more and more hungry and needed to eat urgently, but there was no way to eat during the battle.
Then a scene that frightened everyone happened. Rongrong, who was extremely hungry, suddenly had a huge hair shape measuring ten feet tall appearing behind her.
The moment her hair took shape, she suddenly opened her huge mouth, and a majestic devouring force directly swallowed the hundreds of monks in front of her.
"Ah~!"
Hundreds of screams shook every monk's mind. Rongrong seemed to be addicted to the joy of devouring. She put away the six-foot-long knife in her hand and started devouring non-stop. More than a thousand people were swallowed into her belly. .
The mark of the sky-swallowing bird in the whirlpool of Rongrong's dantian suddenly raised its head,
"This silly girl, if you swallow it again, I will be exposed!"
Then Rongrong fainted and her hair disappeared. Falling from the sky.
Liu and Zhang, two disciples of the witchcraft sect
Seeing this, Zi quickly rang the bell to clear an area.
After landing, Rongrong lay on the ground and burped comfortably, then fell asleep.
Although Rongrong fainted and no longer used the power of devouring, the shock to tens of thousands of monks was extremely huge.
Some people began to waver.
Su Yunfei's side had more than a thousand men, which not only blocked the siege of tens of thousands of monks, but also had a faint tendency to suppress them.
As the commotion here became louder and louder, more monks were alerted to come, and Xiaoyaoning was one of them.
He learned from other monks that someone had obtained a super-grade spiritual vein, and he also brought hundreds of disciples from the Nanhai Sword Sect here to try to see if he could get a super-grade spiritual vein.
"Hey~ aren't those Su Yunfei and Ye Qingcheng? Are they the super-grade spiritual veins they obtained?"
"Looking at the situation, I should be sure. They are really brave. There are more than a thousand people fighting tens of thousands of monks. I don't know how long they can hold on."
"They can't hold on for long. The two armies are fighting. They are vigorous and weak, and they are exhausted. In the early stage, they can fight one against ten or one against a hundred with their passion and fearlessness. When the opponent wakes up from the shock, coupled with the consumption of energy, the more and more It will become more difficult in the future, and even more than a thousand people will report here."
"Then should we join the fight now, or should we wait until they fight to the death and then kill them both?"
"You have to listen to Senior Brother Xiaoyao on this!"
The Nanhai Sword Sect disciples all looked at Xiaoyaoning, waiting for his decision.
Xiaoyaoning was staring at Su Yunfei and Ye Qingcheng at the moment, feeling that their cultivation was even more terrifying than before.
Watching the two men killing each other crazily in the crowd, I thought that they still did not flinch in the face of enemies dozens of times their size. Instead, they were not afraid of danger and resolutely drew their swords.
Xiaoyaoning felt a surge of respect in his heart, and even more excited.
"What you Su Yunfei and Ye Qingcheng can do, I, Xiaoyaoning, can do too!"
After finishing speaking, he looked at the hundreds of disciples of the Nanhai Sword Sect, his eyes were like torches, and he said in a deep voice:
"Everyone, come with me to help fellow Daoist Su, the world's sword cultivators are one family!"
As soon as these words came out, the disciples of Nanhai Sword Sect were all stunned and looked at Xiaoyaoning in disbelief.
"Senior Brother Xiaoyao, are we going to help the people at Shushan Sword Tomb? Did I hear you right?"
"Don't be impulsive. If we go to help Su Yunfei and the others, it's equivalent to dying!"
"Yes, Senior Brother Xiaoyao, we are here to grab the super-grade spiritual veins, why are we helping Su Yunfei and the others protect their spiritual veins?"
. . .
The disciple of Nanhai Sword Sect was a little confused, Xiaoyaoning said:
"It's up to you whether you want to go or not!"
After saying that, he rushed over with his sword and shouted:
"Fellow Daoist Su, Fellow Daoist Ye, and I, Xiaoyaoning, are here to help you!"
Immediately, Xiaoyaoning killed several monks from the sect who had grudges against the Nanhai Sword Sect.
Su Yunfei, Ye Qingcheng and others were a little confused. They didn't expect that Xiaoyaoning, who had been beaten into a pig's head by them before, would come to help them. Seeing that Xiaoyaoning really attacked the monks, they looked at Xiaoyaoning gratefully.
"Thank you, Brother Xiaoyao!"
When the Nanhai Sword Sect disciples saw Xiaoyaoning killing tens of thousands of monks, the blood in their bodies was boiling.
"We sword cultivators should not be afraid of danger and dare to use our swords. Fellow Daoist Su and the others have no deep grudge against us, so what if we help them? Kill!"
"Brothers, let these helpers feel the terror of sword cultivators!"
"Fellow Daoist Su, Fellow Daoist Ye, and the Nanhai Sword Sect are here to help!"
Hundreds of disciples of the Nanhai Sword Sect drew out their long swords and flew to the Shushan Sword Tomb disciples to fight alongside them.
The addition of hundreds of new troops effectively relieved the pressure on Su Yunfei and the others.
Just as the disciples of the Nanhai Sword Sect said just now, the two armies were fighting, and they were vigorous, then weakened, and finally exhausted. After more than half an hour of high-intensity fighting, some people were gradually on the verge of exhaustion.
As for the tens of thousands of monks they faced, they also became smarter and carried out wheel battles, consuming the energy of Su Yunfei and his group in waves.
Su Yunfei, Ye Qingcheng, Xiao Yunxi and Xiaoyaoning, four young geniuses with terrifying strength, also began to get injured.
If the fight continues, the whole army will really be wiped out.
Su Yunfei was extremely anxious at this moment. Suddenly, he shouted:
"Help me resist for a while, I will use my sword to open the gate of heaven!"
After saying that, he stepped back a certain distance, and Rongrong, who woke up from a coma, immediately took his place.
I saw Su Yunfei raising his sword to the sky. After observing Dongfang Man's sword opening of the Heavenly Gate, and his understanding of the sixth thunder tribulation, he had the confidence to use this sword that could dominate the world.
With a bang, the sky suddenly changed. Where Su Yunfei's long sword pointed, black clouds rolled in, quickly forming a huge vortex a hundred feet wide.
The vortex rotated extremely fast, and suddenly a starry sky appeared in the vortex, and then a thousand-foot-long sword slowly stabbed out from the vortex.
The moment the thousand-foot long sword appeared, a powerful pressure descended on the heads of tens of thousands of monks.
At the moment when the pressure came, everyone felt a sense of danger. When they saw Su Yunfei raising his sword to the sky, they understood that it was Su Yunfei who was displaying his super powerful swordsmanship.
"Stop him quickly!"
"We must interrupt him no matter what, otherwise if we let him fully perform this sword technique, all of us will be doomed!"
"Kill Su Yunfei! Kill!"
"kill!"
More than 10,000 monks were desperately trying to kill Su Yunfei, but Rongrong was the only one in front of him who was desperately trying to stop him.
Upon seeing this, Ye Qingcheng immediately changed places with Rongrong. She first took a high-quality essence pill, and then used the Spirit Splitting Sword Technique. Suddenly, hundreds of Ye Qingcheng slashed out a series of air swords, barely able to block the incoming waves. of monks.
No matter how powerful a person is, how can he block the attention of more than 10,000 people who are not much different from her.
puff!
Ye Qingcheng was knocked out by the combined force and vomited blood.
"Senior Sister Ye!" Su Yunfei roared in grief. As he was distracted, the Thousand-Zhang Long Sword dimmed a little.
Ye Qingcheng stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Junior brother, don't panic! Senior sister is fine, you can continue!"
"good!"
Su Yunfei held back his grief and used all his strength to open the Tianmen with his sword.
Ye Qingcheng was knocked away time and time again, and stood up to fight back again and again.
The thousand-foot-long sword had completely poked out of the whirlpool, stabbing straight into the crowd.
