This is a small space with a radius of less than thirty miles. It is a little cramped for the two or three hundred people who were originally in it. Now that hundreds of people have been added, it becomes even more crowded. Their appearance shocked both sides of the battle, because
No one was seen, only swords!
Sword group, wedge-shaped sword group.
Hou Zi was the head sword, and with a sword cry, he rushed towards the array of Wu sect monks who were neatly arranged among them. The sword roar behind them was loud and fierce.
For the flying swords, the distance of more than ten miles is only a few breaths; for the Wumen magic cultivator array, they only have time to release the combined spell once and there will never be a second chance. The sharp flying swords group instantly
It penetrated the thin array of Wumen Taoists and took away twenty or thirty lives; then made a perfect turn in the space and sprinted over again... No one could remain calm under such an impact, Wumen Taoists
Just like a flock of house sparrows, they scattered in all directions.
The Lianmen monks who were originally confronting the Wumen Taoist took it for granted that this was reinforcements coming to help them, and did not think about why the sword cultivators appeared here? Is it the Golden Sword Vein or the Quanzhen Sword Vein? This is not important, it is important.
What you do is take advantage of others' danger and add insult to injury.
There was complete chaos in the space. The Wumen monks who were running like wildfire suddenly found themselves the target of public criticism and were jointly encircled and suppressed by the two parties. The magic array they had been fighting against was defeated by the impact of the sword group. The remaining Wumen Daoists
People don't even dare to gather together, for fear that if they gather too much, they will be targeted by the sword swarm, which will cause the sky to be unresponsive and the earth and the earth to be ineffective.
Seeing that the Wumen Taoist no longer dared to gather together, Hou Zi roared with his sword again. Nearly a hundred prairie sword cultivators formed in threes and threes, forming a small round sword model. More than thirty sword models chased the figure of the Wumen Taoist in the space.
, there are also Lianmen monks taking advantage of various dangers.
The appearance of the Prairie Sword Cultivator completely broke the balance. From the initial advantage to the Wu Sect Taoist, they are now in a state of collapse. The small space of the magic spell leaves them with no way to escape, no way to heaven, and no way to enter the earth.
Tsuta did not fully display his strength. He preferred to observe the operation of the entire sword group under such circumstances. Even if someone from the Prairie Sword Cultivator was in danger, he would be indifferent.
To build a strong swordsmanship team, death is inevitable.
Seeing that both the hundred-man sword formation and the three-man sword formation had achieved the expected results, he was ready to try the third sword formation. A combat environment like this was too rare, and he needed to try as many sword formation methods as possible in the ancient sheepskin scrolls.
, sometimes he felt that the creator of this swordsmanship should be the general. Without him, the military traces would be too heavy;
With the swords roaring, the sword cultivators returned to their positions and formed again. This time everyone formed three sword formations, with about thirty people forming a formation. They were like three huge, rotating brocade knives, plowing through the entire space.
Move, no matter who is in front of you, without hesitation.
At this time, the Lianmen monks finally reacted, but unfortunately, their friendly army was already useless.
Gu Daozi's face was covered with blood and he laughed loudly, "The stupid thief of Lianmen deserves what he deserves. This is the price for seeking the skin of a tiger!"
He is one of the few people who can clearly see the situation. He also knows that these swordsmen are from the grassland. Just for the lives of two brothers from the grassland, they dare to sneak for thousands of miles and kill hundreds of people in a small space of Moment Art to vent their anger!
Compared with these grassland people, Kemen Quanzhen is a saint. It's a pity that he can't spread the news in the moment space!
But no matter how ferocious these grassland people are, with such strength, they will not be willing to be inferior to others. As long as they dare to join the wave of cultivation in the mainland, they will surely be destroyed sooner or later. "Prairie Sword Vein, Master Dao is waiting for you below!"
As he spoke, several flying swords pierced through.
The Wu sect's elites were wiped out, and the already incomplete Lian sect disciples were even more helpless. When Hou Zi roared his sword for the last time, all the prairie sword cultivators began to spread out and attack.
And he finally began to show his terrifying personal abilities, killing the powerful and tough people among the remaining bandits. The battle soon came to an end. "Clean the battlefield!"
This is the best thing about fighting in a small space. Not only can the opponent not escape, but even the corpse cannot be lost; these traces must be removed, otherwise the sword wounds on the corpse cannot be hidden from others. The sword cultivators move very quickly, and they can't even throw away the body.
The art space is organized neatly and neatly, leaving no scraps behind.
Shi La came to Hou Zi nervously, "Brother, I just tried
Even if the body and sword are united, this is the power of the rules. We may just have to wait..."
He looked satisfied but also fearful. Killing people was a pleasure, but if they couldn't get out, the waiting space would naturally dissolve, and they would be completely exposed to the sights of Wu Clan and Lian Clan. At that time, no matter who
It's not something they can bear.
Hou Zi scanned the small space again, and found that it was indeed empty, and then said softly: "I'll give it a try."
A sword shot out of the body. It was neither fast nor heavy. It seemed to hit the barrier casually, and I felt some kind of power collapse. The entire moment space was reduced to nothing. Nearly a hundred people rushed out and watched carefully.
, thank God, the other seven Moment Spaces are still fighting, but two of them are nearing the end, and Hou Tsuta said hello, "What the hell."
He quickly disappeared from the Nifo Lake, as if he had never been there.
Rules cannot be solved by strength. Fortunately, he also has the ancient thunder talisman as a trump card, which can destroy most of the moment magic in one blow.
This seems a bit mysterious in the eyes of prairie sword cultivators. He won't explain it, let alone teach him everything. It may happen in the future, but it will never happen now. In this troubled world of cultivation, his trump card is his way of survival.
.Powerful, keen, decisive, leadership, guide of swordsmanship, true zodiac sign, and now with a little bit of mystery, from today on, he has truly become the senior brother of the prairie people, not just an empty name.
They were still extremely careful, each wearing a cloak, flying flat on the grassland; but the strong north wind could not extinguish the pride in their hearts, even though they were in the most advantageous narrow space, even though it happened suddenly, even though it happened suddenly,
The opponents did not form a joint force, but these reasons could not conceal the fact that they slaughtered more than 200 opponents with less than a hundred people.
In the history of the grassland, such a record is unique and has never happened before; it also deepens their confidence that their senior brother will lead them to greater glory in the future.
Less than a moment after the prairie sword cultivators left, a magic space on the mud Buddha lake suddenly exploded. Nearly a hundred Wu sect Taoists were in high spirits. Although there were fewer opponents, they were the first to complete the kill.
No one can take away this space and this honor.
The leading Taoist looked around proudly to see which space still needed support. He couldn't help but be stunned when he counted them in detail.
"Huh? Why are there only six spaces left? Where is the other one? We are the second one?"
