Chapter five hundred and ninth flying sword parting
In the afternoon, war drums were thundering in the distance. To everyone's surprise, the demon clan was really marching south in large numbers!
Monster soldiers all over the mountains and plains are attacking southward, holding the demon flag that covers the sky and the sun. Millions of people are spread out in ten military tents. And along the snowy ridge, all the human troops and players are ready, Shen Xingchen , Chen Xue has also led 2,000 elite players of the Scarlet Moon Knights to defend against the enemy at the foot of Beishan Mountain.
In the blink of an eye, on the earth, the human race and the demon race were fighting together. A large number of demon soldiers from the lower five realms struggled to attack and kill, but most of them would be converted into experience points for the players and the human warriors.
Lin Zhao was still standing on the cliff of Beishan. He had no intention of going down the mountain to fight up close. On the contrary, as long as he, the master of Snowy Tianchi, sat here, he could inspire the entire army of Snowy Tianchi.
Gardenias and wooden poles stood on both sides of Lin Zhao, saying nothing.
Chu Yu and Chen Ben stood further away. Chen Yu looked at the demon army outside Beishan with his eyes and frowned. He wished he could immediately lead the snow cavalry down the mountain to kill them. Chen Ben held his iron fist and killed the demon. The opportunity finally came. As long as Lin Zhao gave the order, he would punch like a dragon out of the sea, but he didn't care so much.
Farther away, two little girls, Tong Yu and Wang Yue, stood together. Lin Zhao ordered them not to participate in the battle. First of all, Tong Yu is Lin Wanhua's direct disciple and the embryo of the Sword Immortal. They cannot go into battle easily, otherwise they will definitely be killed by the demon clan. The military tent was listed as a must-kill target, and Wang Yue had not learned boxing for a long time. Now he was just a low-level martial artist. Once he joined the battle, it would be too dangerous.
On an old pine in the forest on the east side of Tianchi in the snowy area, Tang Guangjun, a slovenly man, sat silently on the pine tree with his long sword in his arms and looked at the North Territory. The smell coming from the demon clan's military tent made him breathless. It was too Now that they are stronger, at least three great demons from the thirteenth realm are present, as well as many from the twelve and eleventh realms. If there really is a fight, the human race's chances of winning are actually not that great. Just rely on the champion? Obviously it won't work. , no matter how strong the champion is, he can't resist three great demons of the thirteenth level, right?
He frowned, just waiting for Lin Zhao to enter. Once the mountain master is threatened, Tang Guangjun will not care about it. Whoever dares to touch the mountain master's junior brother must first go through me, Tang Guangjun!
If he died in battle, the leader might grant him the title of a mountain and water god from the ancestral home of the military family or something, so that he would have the honor to meet the old man in the future.
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"Zhenjian Tower, meet the enemy!"
On the first sword-suppressing tower, Huo Piaoyao, who was in white robes and silver armor, suddenly raised his spear and stood on the roof of the sword-suppressing tower. He was as bold and fearless as a god of war. In his eyes, the monster army was nothing more than ants.
"Give it to me!"
In the distance, a great demon of the eleventh realm bared his teeth and shouted: "Whoever destroys a sword-suppressing tower, the demon ancestor will protect him from entering the upper five realms!"
Immediately, densely packed demon soldiers began to attack the mountain, including many from the middle and fifth realms. They used various magical powers to control the wind and killed in the air towards the first sword-suppressing tower.
In the Sword-Suppressing Tower, white light keeps flying out from the lower and middle floors, turning into famous swords, constantly piercing and killing the middle and fifth-level monster monks in the air. When the Mo family's ancestral court built the Sword-Suppressing Tower, it already had it on every floor. There are famous swords in the town, and after these famous swords are refined by military swordsmen, their power increases dramatically. Relying on the power of the sword formation in the town sword tower, an eighth-level sword cultivator can often use the sword to attack and kill with the strength of a tenth-level swordsman. strength!
In the air, a rain of blood exploded. Under the intensive flying sword offensive of the Sword Suppression Tower, it was almost impossible for the demon clan to break through the Sword Suppression Tower from the air, not to mention that there was a Thirteenth Level military strategist on the top of the building.
A saint will truly destroy the world when he takes action.
On the ground, on the flat ground in front of the Sword-Suppressing Tower, nearly five hundred military monks lined up to face the enemy. Each of them held at least a small heavy shield and long-handled weapon in their hands, surrounding the Sword-Suppressing Sword like a heavy iron barrel formation.
Lou, when a large number of demon soldiers attacked the mountains, these military monks stabbed their weapons one after another, and the killing atmosphere was overwhelming. In the blink of an eye, the front became a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"Looks like it won't work!"
The Eleventh Realm Great Demon gritted his teeth. He was originally a rabbit demon in the mountains. After thousands of years of practice, he gained an Eleventh Realm. In the Demon Clan's ancestral mountain, he was truly a small character with no merit but hard work.
Not to mention compared to big monsters like Yu Zhi and Ning Yuansheng, even compared to most of the monster monks who are also in the eleventh realm, his status is extremely low. If he cannot make great achievements in the battle south,
, I am afraid that he will soon run out of life and eventually die of old age.
So, the rabbit demon rose into the air, swept out a long sword in his hand, and stirred up dozens of miles of sword light to slash towards the middle of the Sword Suppression Tower. However, before this sword light could touch the Sword Suppression Tower, it was volleyed by the volley.
Crushed with one shot, that shot came from the champion on the roof! The rabbit demon was slightly startled, and while he was stunned, a wave of air flew out from the floor under the champion's feet, and it was a
This bright turquoise flying sword comes from a Galaxy Realm military swordsman.
"How brave!"
The eleventh-level rabbit demon roared angrily, and hurriedly raised his long sword, condensing a series of demonic auras to protect him. But in the next second, his heart felt cold, and the green flying sword passed by like a sharp blade.
As relaxed as cicada wings, his head rolled down from his shoulders. This is the power of the Sword Suppressing Tower. It condenses the swordsmanship of the entire Sword Suppressing Tower. Ten levels of sword cultivation can kill eleven levels.
Big demon!
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"It seems like it won't work..."
On the top of Panyun Mountain, the great demon Fusheng squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, and said with a smile: "If you let these demon monks with low cultivation level attack the Jianjian Tower, isn't that asking them to die? Lord Nan Qingfeng,
You and I... why don't we join forces to fight the champion? Lord Fengquan, Lord Baiye, you two lead people to raze the sword tower?"
"Can."
Many big demons nodded in unison.
Fu Sheng's gray and white gown fluttered in the wind, and he walked away gracefully with the wind. He said with a smile: "Let's go, let's meet this champion!"
Nan Qingfeng smiled slightly and flew away in the wind. A wisp of white clouds spread out behind her, as if she had put on a white skirt that dragged for dozens of miles. When her slender jade fingers opened, a long slender hand with natal wing feathers transformed into
The sword is already in his hand. Although Nan Qingfeng is not a swordsman, as a member of the thirteenth level of the demon clan, his sword skills are extraordinary, so his strength cannot be underestimated.
"All mountains can be used by me!"
Fu Sheng gently flicked his long sleeves, and suddenly rows of unknown mountains behind Panyun Mountain were uprooted. Dozens of mountains stretched across the sky. Just where Fu Sheng raised his hand and pointed, these peaks and mountains were all uprooted.
Horizontally, the extremely sharp mountain tops were pointed in the direction of the first sword-suppressing tower, and then whizzed away, like dozens of terrifying mountain arrows, shooting towards the sword-suppressing tower.
"How brave!"
On the Sword-Suppressing Tower, the young military saint raised his bright silver spear and suddenly stepped on the ground with his boots. Suddenly, the ground in front of him trembled. A series of golden wooden stakes broke out of the ground, connected to each other, blocking the sky and the sun, and actually transformed into
Rows of golden horses and deer antlers, the next moment loud noises were heard, dozens of mountains hit the antlers, squeezed each other, and turned into powder.
Fu Sheng took out a carving knife and shook it gently in his hand. It immediately turned into a Confucian gentleman's sword and slashed at the opponent. The sword light buzzed continuously and split into five offensive lines in the air.
At the same time, a huge white peacock dharma image opened above the young military saint, almost covering the entire sky. Nan Qingfeng covered the sky with the dharma image. At this moment, it seemed that the entire sword-suppressing tower was connected with the sky.
As if the world was cut off, a beam of blazing white sword light penetrated the clouds and hit the opponent's head straight.
"..."
Huo Piaoyao looked up at the sky and couldn't help but smile.
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On the tributary of the Kusong River, Lin Wanhua was filled with sword intent, affecting everything in the world. The entire tributary was humming, and in the river, all the water drops in the forest were hanging upside down, pulled by Lin Wanhua's sword.
"laugh!"
When she stabbed out a sword lightly, the sword intention instantly pulled the hanging water droplets from the sky and the earth, forming a whirlpool of sword intention. Just one sword actually resolved the blazing palm of Ning Yuansheng of the Thirteenth Realm.
Most of the power was removed, and even Ning Yuansheng's true body was pulled into Lin Wanhua's dense sword energy.
At the same time, Lin Wanhua's first flying sword, Feihua, flew out of Yunjian Lake, gathering rich moonlight and shooting towards Long Zheng's heart, forcing the twelve-level demon clan swordsman to retreat, and just before Long Zheng
When retreating, Lin Wanhua's second natal flying sword attacked and killed the twelve-level white-dressed banshee behind her.
What's more, Lin Wanhua focused on four things, and the third natal flying sword came out of Yunjian Lake!
No one in the world has ever seen Lin Wanhua's third natal flying sword, but today she had no choice but to use it. It was a cyan flying sword named Farewell. This flying sword was acquired by Lin Wanhua after she entered the Twelve Realms.
It is refined, so it is also the one with the strongest magical power among the three flying swords, and even contains part of the true magical power of the Fusu Great Wall!
"Whoosh!"
Flying Sword Farewell pierced the river, but air waves spread out around the Flying Sword, forming a huge force of reverse impact. Suddenly, the Twelve Realm Great Demon in the water, who was using magical powers to trap Lin Wanhua's feet, was directly struck by Feijian Farewell.
It was sucked out of the water. The so-called farewell was not just the feeling of farewell to a certain person in those years, but also because the magical power of this flying sword could separate the opponent's magical power from the main body.
Facing the situation of death, Lin Wanhua did not hesitate. She swung the sword named "Jinghua" in her hand, and suddenly aroused thousands of sword energy and rushed away from bottom to top, forcing Ning Yuansheng, Long Zheng and others
He could only retreat and give up the ambush on Lin Wanhua.
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"very good!"
Ning Yuansheng smiled indifferently and refined a golden scroll with one palm of his hand. Then, using his natal magical power, he suddenly stepped into the air and launched a small world of the Thirteenth Level Demon, trapping Lin Wanhua in
He looked at it and said with a smile: "Lu Xinghe's successor is really powerful, but it's a good thing that he is so powerful, otherwise wouldn't the game we spent so much time setting up be in vain?"
Long Zheng held up the long sword and raised the corner of his mouth: "How about giving Lin Wanhua's head to me?"
