Chapter 985: A Sword Severing the Backbone of the Monster Race
Wuwu Mountain is blazing red.
Under the mountain, countless great demons gathered together, all staring dumbfoundedly at the young eleventh-level sword cultivator who drew his sword in the distance. In fact, the eleventh-level swordsman was not scary. What was scary was the divine sword in his hand.
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"The worm shakes the tree!"
Kunpeng Demon Ancestor looked coldly and shouted: "Block him!"
Immediately, a group of big demons sacrificed their magic weapons and used their methods to kill them. Among them, a thirteenth-level demon king covered in flames was the most aggressive. He held a fiery red sword, and a sky-shaping dharma image appeared behind him.
The energy is extremely strong!
Jin Cheng, in addition to Chen Feng, another direct disciple of Kunpeng Demon Ancestor, the Demon King of the Thirteenth Realm, sword cultivator, combat power, Jin Cheng, who is close to fire, and Chen Feng, who has refined the wind of the three realms, are quite different.
On top of each other, Chenfeng and Chenfeng are known as the twin walls of the ancestral mountain in the upper world!
Now, Kunpeng Demon Ancestor gave an order, Jin Cheng took the lead, raised his sword, set off an extremely blazing sea of fire, wrapped up this strong demonic energy, and slashed at Lin Zhao with one sword.
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"Xiao Zhao."
In Lin Zhao's inner lake, the White Dragon Goddess said softly: "Your current state can only support one sword with 50% of the power of the Dragon-Slaying Sword, so we only have a chance to kill one sword, and this sword must be
Go all out, and the results you can achieve are all up to you."
"rest assured!"
Lin Zhao's eyes were full of madness as he looked at the group of big monsters, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "This sword will kill me, Lin Zhao, at all costs!"
The harder his sword is, the more people will be able to survive in this mountaintop villa!
Ever since, the next moment, Lin Zhao instantly released all the sword intent honed in the Eternal Sword Scripture, and his whole body was enveloped in a terrifying and rich sword intent. Immediately, a majestic true energy rushed out of his body,
Under the control of the Fire Dragon Seal in the body, it penetrated into the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and the sword intent lingering around the Dragon-Slaying Sword was once again strengthened by three points.
"Hong~~~"
The dragon-slaying sword burned fiercely, and the divine light surged.
At this time, the power of the divine sword was almost half activated. Under the backlash of the power, Lin Zhao's body seemed to be shot by thousands of arrows, and his body seemed to be in a sea of fire. There was severe pain everywhere. Before a sword was struck, Lin Zhao
Zhao's physical body was already injured.
Fortunately, a war-god gallbladder buzzed in his heart, and coupled with the physical support of a Tianyuan-level warrior, Lin Zhaoneng was able to continue to hold the Dragon-Slaying Sword tightly.
"Come!"
His eyes were filled with rich golden light, and he was furious and shouted: "With this sword of mine, I will cut off the insidious plans of your demon tribe, your selfishness and selfishness, and even more, I will cut off your demon tribe's insidious plans.
Spine!”
"Shua——"
The moment the Dragon-Slaying Sword was swung, there were no sword moves or sword skills. It was just a sword strike that was condensed with pure sword intent. This sword seemed extremely pure. The moment the sword intent erupted from the sword body,
It turned into a golden sword light pouring across the sky and earth, and struck Wuwu Mountain fiercely.
"ah?!"
Jin Cheng, the Demon King of the Thirteenth Realm, was the first to bear the brunt. He opened his eyes wide, as if he felt a bright and scorching sun pressing down on his head. There was an extremely majestic power in it, but he swung the sword in a simple way, vaguely.
It already has the appearance of "melting the way". This sword was struck by an eleventh-level sword cultivator, but in terms of appearance, it is no different from that of a fourteenth-level swordsman!
"Oops!"
Jin Cheng hurriedly took out three flying swords to face the Dragon Slayer Sword, and a majestic will to survive enveloped his heart.
However, everything was too late. Under the great pressure of the Dragon-Slaying Sword, the three natal flying swords "clang clang clang" all collapsed. Then Jin Cheng's body was annihilated by the sword light, and the Thirteenth Realm Sword
Although Xiu's physical body was strong, it still turned into ashes in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen upper-level five-level demons let out miserable howls, and they were all devoured by the sword light.
For a time, no big demon on Wuwu Mountain dared to take Lin Zhao's sword!
"Peng——"
With a loud noise, the long sword light slashed with one sword and struck the south side of Wuwu Mountain. The sword light broke through the numerous prohibitive barriers on the entire sacred mountain and struck down the mountain with the force of opening up the mountain. Immediately, even the Kunpeng Demon
Zudu was at a loss.
"Lin Zhao, you!"
Kunpeng Demon Ancestor was extremely angry, but there was nothing he could do.
The great demons of the Fourteenth Realm, Ji An, Lian Petal, and Cang Lan, stayed away from this sword. This sword could easily kill Jin Cheng. If they were to take this sword, they might not die, but Dao Dao would at least kill them.
Most of it was broken into pieces!
"Lin Zhao!"
Kunpeng Demon Ancestor sacrificed his dharma body tens of thousands of meters long, standing between Wuwu Mountain and the lower realm, and angrily shouted: "Do you want to split Wuwu Mountain? You are an arrogant and troubled man!"
Lin Zhao looked angrily. Although carrying 50% of the power of the Dragon-Slaying Sword had caused his body to crack and bleed continuously, and his whole person looked miserable, he still clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands and held the sword tightly.
The light was bent, spitting out blood, and determined to split the entire Wuwu Mountain into two!
This is also one of his and Sister Bai's secret plans. The Dragon-Slaying Sword has already warmed up half of its power. It stands to reason that with Lin Zhao's eleventh-level sword cultivation, the God of War gall, and the Eternal Sword Sutra, there is a chance to defeat that sword.
The sacred mountain is divided into two, and the plan is not only that, but also uses the remaining power of this sword to send half of Wuwu Mountain back to the upper realm!
In this way, half of the great demons and half of the umbrella-holding inner demons on Wuwu Mountain were sent back to the upper realm, and the four ancestral families in the upper realm could deal with them, and the lower realm did not have to bear the disaster of annihilation!
Kunpeng Demon Ancestor's anger is naturally understandable.
To the demon clan, Lin Zhao is a veritable maniac in troubled times.
But to the human race, Lin Zhao is an unparalleled hero and the backbone of the human race.
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"Puffy!"
Loud noises were heard continuously, and the Dragon-Zlaying Sword kept cutting off the roots of Wuwu Mountain. When Lin Zhao was covered in blood, the Dragon-Zlaying Sword had already cut through the core of the mountain with one strike, and many umbrella-holders were immediately hit in the heart.
The demon instantly turned into clouds and smoke.
In one breath, the sword light cut open the core of the mountain, and at least tens of thousands of millions of inner demons were killed with one sword. Lin Zhao's sword continued to extend downward, dividing the entire Wuwu Mountain into two.
At this moment, behind Lin Zhao, the long sword of the female fairy in white also slashed out, and suddenly turned into a white dragon shadow and hit half of the Wuwu Mountain that had just been separated.
"Buzz buzz~~~"
The sound of the avenue continued to roar, and the power of the sword of the White Dragon Goddess was not inferior to Lin Zhao's sword. A ball of white light enveloped half of Wuwu Mountain, and instantly slashed it back to the upper world.
It turned into a retrograde meteor, forming a rare spectacle in the sky.
"puff!"
Lin Zhao spat out another mouthful of blood.
The Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand was hanging low. The arms holding the Dragon-Slaying Sword had been burnt black by the backlash of the avenue. Even his health bar had dropped to the bottom, leaving only residual blood. What's more terrible was that above the health bar,
A "serious injury reminder" pulsed. At this moment, Lin Zhao had lost even the power to move independently.
"You little beast, it's your own fault!"
In the wind, a figure fluttered, and then the majestic water transport shrouded down, directly imprisoning Lin Zhao in mid-air. It was a wisp of water transport method used by the great demon of the Fourteenth Realm. There was a gloomy look in his eyes:
"Since you want to die, then let me give you death. There is no sacrifice when Mount Wuwu hits the lower realm, so I will treat you as a sacrifice!"
As he spoke, the big demon Ji'an's cyan steel fork shook, and a touch of water movement was used to imprison Lin Zhao at the bottom of Wuwu Mountain.
"It's about to hit, everyone, get out of the way and go to the mountain!"
The big demon Ji'an roared, and immediately countless big demons fled away, while Lin Zhao was covered in blood and trapped at the root of Wuwu Mountain. What was even more terrifying was that the fireflies holding umbrellas of inner demons kept coming.
It lingered around and began to devour his body.
Lin Zhao was filled with despair. The restrictions around Wuwu Mountain were once again dense, trapping him heavily. Sister Bai had also disappeared again after using her sword. At this moment, Lin Zhao had no ability to protect himself.
Even the brilliance of the invincible skills has dimmed and cannot be activated at all.
Are you really going to die?
He looked at the approaching earth and couldn't help but smile calmly.
The next moment, half of Wuwu Mountain, which was decelerating rapidly, hit the lower realm!
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"boom--"
The entire human world was trembling, and the impact of Wuwu Mountain caused an extremely majestic shock wave that ravaged the entire Northern Territory. The entire Panyun Mountain was leveled in an instant, and half of Wuwu Mountain was crushed to pieces.
, the dust and flames all over the sky continuously hit the snow-covered Tianchi, so that the outer ten directions of the formation buzzed and trembled. With luck and the power of a white city, it withstood the impact.
Soon after, the dust settled.
"Brother Lin Zhao..."
In mid-air in the snow-covered Tianchi, Su Qingjiu held the Xunlu Sword. The collision speed was too fast, and the restrictions on half of Wuwu Mountain were also quite dense. Although Su Qingjiu was high in cultivation, he had no chance to go up the mountain to save Lin Zhao, but
She knew that Lin Zhao was trapped at the bottom of Wuwu Mountain and was pinned down half of Wuwu Mountain in one fell swoop.
The moment Wuwu Mountain hit the lower realm, Lin Zhao's vitality was completely cut off, and his breath could no longer be sensed between heaven and earth.
In an instant, Su Qingjiu burst into tears, and the Xunlu Sword in his hand trembled slightly.
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"Lin Zhao..."
Huang Tingyu stood blankly on an old banyan tree in the city, looking to the north. He knew clearly in his heart that Lin Zhao had died in the battle. Half of Mount Wuwang hit the lower realm, and he became the only impact sacrifice.
For a moment, the old handsome man's voice trembled, and tears came to his eyes. He clenched his fists, turned around and leaned against the tree trunk, crying, and looked at the sky: "Chu Shuai... It's me, old Huang, who is incompetent, and I can't help but watch this."
child……"
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In the wind, Zhi Zhi was dressed in a white dress and stood blankly in the wind, her body motionless. She didn't say a word, she just cried till she was full of tears.
On the top of the city, a 13th level sword cultivator from the military stratagem was dressed in a shabby cloak. The slovenly man sat down on the ground and cried heartbrokenly: "Mountain Master... why are you so stupid? There are so many people in the world who can die, you
Why do you have to go up to us..."
Yu Wanning stood on the top of an arrow tower, her beautiful eyes shrouded in mist. In the end, she couldn't hold it back and burst into tears. She still couldn't figure out why Lin Zhao's plan regarded her as the first pawn.
In front of the cavalry in a snowy field, two generals commanded the troops.
Chu Yu kept sobbing and wiping her tears with her sleeves.
Muzhen took off his helmet and cried until tears and runny nose fell from his eyes.
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At first, the children sitting on the courtyard wall didn't know what happened to Lin Zhao.
However, when Tong Yu stood up and looked to the north, tears rolling down his face, Zhang Luobai and Zhuang Yirong immediately knew what had happened.
"Master..."
Zhang Luobai was stunned for a moment, then sat down on the wall and cried loudly, saying that from now on there would be no more master.
Zhuang Yirong's nose felt sore and she started crying along with Zhang Luobai.
That mountain lord will never come back.
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Above the great business hall.
In the scene of Water and Moon Observing the Sky, half of Wuwu Mountain hit the lower realm. Lin Zhao at the bottom of the mountain disappeared into smoke almost instantly. For a moment, all the officials were shocked.
Only Zhao Shutong stood there blankly. After a while, her shoulders trembled and she burst into tears for no reason.
When the young Human Emperor Zhao Jingheng saw his sister crying, he couldn't bear it any longer. He sat on the golden steps, covering his face and crying loudly. Tears continued to flow from between his fingers.
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Shanhaiguan.
A group of monks in the upper five realms looked at the scene in Shuiyue Guantian and watched helplessly as Lin Zhao died in the world. Many of them fell into silence.
Long Dongjun, who was originally holding his arms, turned his face away, his nose became sore, and tears fell down.
Mr. Sun Qinghe's eyes were red and his fists were clenched.
Chen Mengjun, the Great Sword Immortal of the Twelve Realms, stumbled to his knees, his sword energy flowing out of his body in confusion, and he cried so hard that the guy who once chanted "Mengjun" over and over again in his ears was really gone.
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Mountain top garden.
Half of Wuwu Mountain hit the lower realm, causing a huge impact on the mountain top garden. The bamboo plaques on the second floor were blown away. Dongzang looked at the direction of Wuwu Mountain from a distance and was just stunned for a moment.
Immediately, she walked over skillfully, knelt on the ground and packed up the bamboo plaque, and put the pieces of dried bacon and bamboo shoots back into the bamboo plaque. She pursed her red lips and said softly: "Young Master loves Dongzang Shaoqi most.
The bamboo shoots are roasted, so don’t lose them..."
She stood up, looked at the lotus pond, rolled up her trousers and prepared to get into the water, and said with a smile: "Tonight, let's make some stir-fried lotus root slices for the young master."
But just as she entered the water, Dongzang's body staggered and she lay down directly in the water. She ignored the water and filled her mouth and nose. She lay in the water and cried so hard.
On a young bamboo, Liu Liying, dressed in a red dress, was lying on the bamboo. Her face was already filled with tears. Each teardrop turned into a golden light and continued to disperse in the bamboo forest.
