In the early morning of the next day, the ten major sword sects launched a powerful attack, advancing layer by layer into the hinterland of the peninsula.
The first person to engage in battle with Jianxiu was Xu Xuanwei, the leader of the Yi tribe. He had two teams of men, with four team leaders and twenty ghosts. Different from the upper clan, under the elders of the lower clan, there are commanders, team leaders, and ghosts to govern the subordinates. They can order and prohibit, and those who violate them will be killed without mercy. The top ten sword sects' rising figures swept in, and the one who rushed forward was Sha Tuo sect Sha Mengchun. The "Xuanxuan Sword" fell like a startling rainbow, as fast as wind and thunder, cutting a ghost in two, and the ghost of the underworld was killed. The power is scattered in all directions, like a snow lion facing the fire, never to be gathered together again for rebirth.
The ghost noticed the aura of "Qing Ling Qi" and was upset for a while. He was afraid to avoid it. Sha Mengchun took the lead and killed him directly in front of the commander Xu Xuanwei. He was blocked by him with an iron mace, and the sword light came and went like lightning. , the sound of fighting was as dense as a drum, and the situation was deadlocked. The most troublesome person was blocked by Commander Xu, and the team leaders breathed a sigh of relief. The ghosts of each leader came forward to fight. They were not afraid of being killed by flying swords. Even if their heads and arms were cut off, they could be reattached. It takes all the power of the netherworld within the body to completely kill it.
Xu Xuanwei looked in all directions and heard in all directions. He saw that the people coming were not good. They were all prominent figures among the younger generation of the ten major sword sects. The light of his swords flashed in all directions and was extremely sharp. Within a short time, three ghosts were killed one after another, and his heart suddenly retreated. With his mind, he stirred up the "power of the underworld", widened his eyes and shouted loudly, swung his iron mace, and used his magical power. In an instant, black energy blocked the sky, and the rivers and seas rolled forward. There was a faint sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, shrouding the ghosts. Inside.
The black energy was coming fiercely, and the sword cultivators couldn't see through it for a moment, so they all retracted their flying swords and guarded the door. Sha Mengchun peered at the door for a moment, raised the "Xuanzhan Sword", and activated the "Qingling Qi" to slash away with one sword. The force was like breaking a bamboo, killing the black energy. After half of the energy was wiped out, I realized that the ghost had already evacuated the top of the mountain, fled away, and disappeared deep into the mountain col. This time the ten major sword sects took the initiative to attack and won a complete victory. Unexpectedly, they were unexpectedly tricked by the opponent. They only killed a few ghosts and didn't even leave the main and deputy team members behind. It's a bit embarrassing to have such a shameless face.
However, this battle was just the beginning. Sha Mengchun mobilized his manpower and pursued them non-stop.
The Fuhai Sect stood firm at Luojia Lake, giving up the small self to become the big self, determined to exterminate the ghosts first, and then return to Buzhou Mountain to aid. The ten sword sects shared the same hatred, thinking in one place, using their strength in one place, and dividing their troops in different directions. They rushed into the peninsula with lightning speed, captured seven hills in one go, and advanced the front line hundreds of miles. Seeing the fierce attack of the other party, the ghosts of the lower clan would withdraw to the depths of the peninsula every time they put up a slight resistance. They were methodical and methodical. Luring the enemy deep and trading space for time, the ghosts advance and retreat in a very orderly manner. It is obvious that there is someone behind the scenes and is not a bunch of brainless rabble.
I thought that the day would pass peacefully like this, but at dusk, the ten major sword sects used their remaining strength and launched a second round of strong attacks. They conquered four mountains in a row, further reducing the space for the ghosts to move around, and making them smoke from their apertures and unable to hold back their chests. The hostility and resistance became more and more fierce. As one ebbs and another ebbs and flows, the ten major sword sects finally suffer a large number of casualties. When night falls, the moon is dark and the wind is high, the situation has gradually shifted to the side of the ghosts. Just as they are accumulating strength and planning an overall counterattack, a "dang" bell breaks the quiet night, and the echo is like ripples for a long time, but it is Xuanyuan. Qing rang the "Netherworld Bell" and summoned all the ghosts from the seventh layer. Hundreds of ghosts walked at night and silently rushed into the mountains and dense forests.
The night is the world of ghosts, and the power of the underworld is strong, adding 30% of the combat power. The swordsman withdraws from the dark forest, sets up a defense line in the open space, and is on full alert. Xuanyuan Qing had expected all this. The night is not only the world of ghosts, but also the world of ghosts. The numerous ghosts summoned by the "Netherworld Bell" are like a fish in water, stirring the ghosts into a pot of porridge. The sounds of fighting come and go, resounding. Xiaohan.
Viewed from a high altitude, the Luojia Peninsula is like a broad blunt sword, thrust into the depths of the lake. The mountains are rolling. The highest main peak is called "Tai Xuan". The three elders of Xiong Shisui stood on the top of the mountain, looking down, but they saw a slim woman advancing and retreating quickly. Taking advantage of the team's ghosts to have their hands and feet entangled, they killed them one by one with every movement of their hands and feet. They were calm and at ease.
Xu Tieshou looked at it for a long time, feeling extremely heavy. He sighed and said solemnly: "Call back all the sons and daughters. This woman is most likely to be from the Holy Spirit clan, and she is carrying the 'Qing Qi'. She must not Underestimating the enemy." Wei Heyu nodded slightly and ordered the commanders behind him to pass on the order. The ghosts of the Yi, Yan, and Liya tribes abandoned their defenses and retreated into Taixuan Peak like a tide. Xiong Shisui turned his thick head and neck, and his joints crackled softly. He laughed and said: "It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. In the end, you and I have to take action and fight!"
Xu Tie pointed at Ding Ning and said: "That woman has great magical powers, and I am no match for her."
Xiong Shisui said nonchalantly: "This is the lower realm, not the spiritual realm. Even if she has the means to reach the sky, she can only use 20 to 30% of it. If she accidentally triggers the tribulation thunder, she will be unable to escape. You and I just need to be careful. It’s nothing serious.”
Xu Tieshou glanced at him. Xiong Shisui's words were on point. Even if he had the means, he should not use them all. Instead, he had to carefully suppress his cultivation so as not to attract the rejection of heaven and earth. The propriety in this, they had arrived long ago. For hundreds of years, nature has been clearly understood. It's just that the two of them are not natives of this world. They are obviously from the spiritual realm. Why are the sword cultivators willing to accept them and be the pioneers? Xu Teshou always felt that something was wrong and couldn't make up his mind.
The "Qing Ling Qi" restrained the ghost spirits, and Ding Ning was like chopping melons and vegetables, killing dozens of ghosts, forcing the opponent to withdraw his troops temporarily to preserve his strength. According to the original plan, Xuanyuan Qing drove the ghosts to the foot of Taixuan Peak, and was about to attack up the mountain. Suddenly, the head of his head became dark, and a strong wind blew up. The ten-year-old bear from the Liya tribe jumped down from the air, raised his two paws and slapped it down on his head. The power of the netherworld was like substance, suppressing him tightly and not allowing him to evade.
Xuanyuan Qing frowned unconsciously. Xiong Shisui had picked it just right. There was only a thin line between him and the limit that this world could tolerate. He was new here. If he tried with all his strength, he would probably cause a thunderstorm and repeat the same fate as Shang Ci Qin. ’s mistakes. In desperation, Xuanyuan Qing could only retreat and do the next best thing. He raised the "Netherworld Bell" to protect himself, and the hundreds of ghosts disappeared one by one. The next moment, he turned around the bell body, took his place, stretched out most of his body, and worked together to resist Xiong Shi. Sui volleyed.
"Dang" made a loud sound, the "Netherworld Bell" buzzed and trembled, shrunk sharply, and fell into Xuanyuan Qing's palm. Xiong Shisui's chest felt tight, and flew out diagonally like a kite with a broken string. His footing was unstable, and he broke ten pieces in succession. The remaining towering ancient tree barely managed to stabilize its figure, blood surged in its chest, and said with a ferocious smile: "It's so happy! It's so damn happy!"
At the same time, Xu Tieshou and Wei Heyu also took action to entangle Ding Ning. The two of them formed horns, one on the left and the other on the right. They did not seek merit but no fault. They blindly held the other side down until Xiong Shisui was solved. Xuanyuan Qing tried to use the power of heaven and earth to join forces to drive away powerful enemies.
