Su Yunfei and Dongfang Man looked at each other and smiled, then they drew out their long swords at the same time, pointed at the sky, and silently recited the sword formula to communicate with the power of heaven and earth.
Boom! Boom!
There was thunder in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the entire sky was covered with black clouds.
Black clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and a huge coercion quickly swept across the land.
At the same time, two black cloud vortices condensed and were spinning extremely fast.
The two black cloud vortexes were not far apart. They looked like the eyes of death looking at the monks in the formation, making them tremble.
As the vortex stopped rotating, the black clouds in the vortex dispersed, revealing the night sky.
No one was in the mood to enjoy the scene of night and day appearing at the same time, because there were two thousand-foot-long swords condensed in the vortex, and the sword tips had already poked out of the vortex.
The two waves of heaven-destroying pressure made everyone breathless, and even more so, the monks in the formation felt despair.
The monks in the White Deer Academy camp were secretly glad that they were in the same camp as Su Yunfei, otherwise they would be the ones enjoying opening the heavenly gate with one sword.
In the formation, more than 10,000 monks who had previously witnessed the power of Su Yunfei's sword to open the heavenly gate, now had a scene in their minds of 5,000 monks that instantly turned into ashes.
Fear caused their bodies to tremble uncontrollably, and their faces were pale and bloodless.
In the end, two tens of thousands of long swords hovered directly in the air a hundred feet away from the formation. The long swords exuded bursts of terrifying aura and pressure, torturing the monks in the formation all the time.
Controlling tens of thousands of swords and hovering in the air is very draining of energy, but Su Yunfei and Dongfang Man seemed not to be affected at all, calm and calm.
The monks present were amazed.
"Hurry up and tell the elders of your sect to admit defeat, otherwise you will fall when the sword falls!"
"It doesn't matter if you admit defeat. The worst thing you can do is fight back if there is a war like this in the future. Your so-called reputation is more important than your life. If you lose your life, it means nothing."
"Fellow Taoists, we have good intentions and do not want to commit murder, otherwise Fellow Daoist Dongfang and Fellow Daoist Su would have slashed their swords at you!"
"Stop being stubborn. Even if you fall for the so-called reputation of the sect, who will remember you ten or a hundred years from now? Everything you have done will be wiped out like your bodies."
. . . .
The monks from the White Deer Academy camp persuaded him earnestly, and many of their words touched on the other party's pain points.
Under the dual pressure of the thousand-foot-long sword and the words of persuasion to surrender, many monks finally couldn't hold on any longer. The first to lose were the more than 10,000 monks who had been kidnapped by Su Yunfei and the others.
"Fellow Daoist Dongfang, Fellow Daoist Su, please don't drop your sword. We will contact the elders of the sect immediately."
"Please two fellow Taoists give us a little time, and we will inform you soon."
They all took out the sound-transmitting notes and sound-transmitting stones in their hands, just like they had asked for ransom before, and furiously outputted at the sound-transmitting stones.
Seeing this, the other monks stopped insisting and started calling for the elders of the sect.
However, there are still more than a dozen disciples from the sect who are stubbornly resisting and are quite willing to die rather than surrender.
"Su Yunfei, Dongfang Man, please do it. It's impossible for us to surrender!"
"Although I die today, I die standing up!"
"I would rather die than surrender!"
"Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!"
. . .
"Ha! You're quite brave. Let's see how tough you can be!"
Su Yunfei said scornfully, and then he and Dongfang Man removed the thousand-foot long sword hanging in mid-air at the same time.
The moment the sword disappeared, everyone felt relieved.
Su Yunfei took a deep breath, and then said to Liu and Zhang, who were former disciples of the Wu Gu Sect and are now disciples of the Shushan Sword Tomb:
"You will use the poisonous insects to kill whoever I point out. Remember not to let them die instantly, but slowly let them die in pain!"
"Don't worry, senior brother Yunfei!" the two said, holding fists.
then
, the two took out the bell, and as the bell continued to shake, the clear ringtones reached everyone's ears.
Before anyone could react, a rustling sound came, and then densely packed poisonous insects swarmed into the formation from all directions, surrounding the monks who were stubbornly resisting.
"When did the disciples of the Shushan Sword Tomb learn the methods of the Witch Gu Sect?" Many people exclaimed.
Because the two disciples Liu and Zhang changed into the sect costumes of the Shushan Sword Tomb and were symbolically equipped with two long swords, many people thought that they were serious swordsmen.
"Senior Brother Yunfei, who do you want to kill first?" the disciple surnamed Liu asked.
Su Yunfei pointed to a monk without hesitation. This monk was the one who said he would not let him go if he was a ghost.
The disciple surnamed Liu looked at the monk, silently reciting the incantation with an expressionless face and ringing the bell.
After hearing the order, a group of poisonous insects rushed towards the monk without hesitation.
"Su Yunfei, don't think that you can make us surrender with such cruel methods, we...ah~ my legs!" The monk let out a shrill scream.
Because the screams were so miserable, many people trembled, turned pale, and covered their ears as if they were feeling the same pain. They did not dare to listen any more.
The group of monks who resisted desperately wanted to escape, but they were surrounded by poisonous insects and could not escape.
Seeing that although the monks were trembling with fear, they still refused to give in. Su Yunfei pointed at another monk, the same monk who had roared that he wanted to die standing up.
A moment later, there was another burst of shrill and tragic sounds.
"This is too cruel!"
"I suddenly felt that Su Yunfei was too scary and showed no mercy to his enemies. I didn't want to be his opponent."
"If it were me, I would never be as hard-hearted as him. Maybe this is why I or we are not as strong as him!"
The monks from the White Deer Academy camp whispered.
When the second monk was eaten to death by poisonous insects, the group of monks could no longer hold on. They might not be afraid of death, but they couldn't bear being tortured to death by poisonous insects.
In particular, the tragic screams of the two monks before they died were directly into people's hearts, and the visual impact caused may very well become a lingering nightmare for them in their lifetime.
Just when Su Yunfei was about to point at the third monk, and just when the disciple named Liu was about to ring the bell again, the psychological defenses of the group of monks finally collapsed, and they shouted:
"Fellow Daoist Su, we were wrong. Don't let him ring the bell anymore. We will inform the elders of the sect immediately."
Many people broke down and cried, heart-wrenchingly, which moved many people and made them feel pity.
Seeing that they had given up resistance, at Su Yunfei's signal, the disciple named Liu withdrew the bell, and the poisonous insect army dispersed, as if it had never appeared.
At this point, Su Yunfei's plan is 80% successful. It depends on whether the monks in heaven can end the war for the sake of the sect disciples.
The monks in the White Deer Academy camp were extremely excited at the moment. Before the war started, the gap between the enemy and ourselves was large, which once gave them little hope of victory.
The biggest contributors to turning the tide of the war were Su Yunfei, Ye Qingcheng, Xiao Yunxi and Rongrong. They first annihilated more than 5,000 Qingyun Sect disciples, and then planned an operation to capture the Qingyun Sect disciples.
The monks from the White Deer Academy camp nodded to the four of them, Su Yunfei, expressing their recognition and gratitude.
"What! Are you captured again?"
"You were captured without much fighting?"
"How can this be?!"
. . . .
The big guys in the Qingyun Sect camp felt like a bolt from the blue at this moment, their minds went blank, and they began to doubt their lives.
Seeing that the great monks of various sects in their camp had received messages from their disciples, but there was no news from their own disciples, the elders of Qingyun Sect suddenly felt very bad.
"What happened?" an elder from the Qingyun Sect asked an ally with a dull expression not far away.
"It's over! All my sect disciples have been captured! We are going to lose this war!" the ally shouted unwillingly.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! We have so many more people than them, and we have much more high-end combat power than them. How can we lose!" the Qingyun Sect elder said angrily.
At the same time, the bosses of various sects in the White Deer Academy camp also received messages from their own disciples. After hearing the news, their minds went blank and they couldn't believe it.
After confirming again and again, they looked ecstatic, and Situ Yan, the dean of White Deer Academy, said with undisguised ridicule:
"Your disciples are really good. Even if they were to catch more than 30,000 pigs, it would take several days. Your disciples were all captured in just one day. Forgive me for not holding back, haha...!"
puff! puff! puff!
A group of big guys were so ashamed and angry that they vomited blood!
Yuan Hong, the leader of the Qingyun Sect, was furious;
"All allies, don't be discouraged. Let's kill all these old immortals in one go, and the situation of the war will naturally turn around!"
Situ Yan from White Deer Academy was tit for tat.
"As long as you dare to take action, believe it or not, I will directly order my disciples to kill all your captured disciples!"
The leaders of the various sects in the Qingyun Sect camp hesitated. These were the elite disciples of their sects, who had spent a lot of effort to cultivate them. If they died, the sect's strength would regress, and there would be gaps in the younger generation. There would be no It will take hundreds of years to recover.
They dare not gamble.
"My Tyrant Body Sect admits defeat and is willing to sacrifice three spiritual veins!"
"Tianhaimen admits defeat and is willing to sacrifice three spiritual veins!"
"The Sealing Water Sect admits defeat and is willing to sacrifice three spiritual veins!"
. . . .
As soon as Situ Yan, the dean of White Deer Academy, finished speaking, more than fifty sects immediately admitted defeat.
Yuan Hong, the leader of the Qingyun Sect, was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
"Do you still have the backbone! I order you to summon all the disciples who stayed behind in the sect and launch a counterattack. We have not lost!"
Yuan Hong's almost crazy state really shocked his allies. They shook their heads and felt that the Qingyun Sect was unreliable. For the sake of the so-called face of the sect, the lives of other sect disciples were ignored.
Finally they made the decision to admit defeat and hand over the three meridians.
When Yuan Hong, the leader of the Qingyun Sect, was shouting like crazy, a piece of news made him spit out a mouthful of old blood and almost fainted.
