Ye Cheng struck the stone heavily with a single sword. With his ability, he could feel a huge force, which was transmitted into the body through the blade, causing the blood in the body to tumble, but he could also suppress it temporarily.
Weaving through the rain of stones, breaking dozens of boulders weighing more than a hundred kilograms in a row, if it were an ordinary expert, he would be able to break only six or seven at most, and then he would definitely be exhausted.
At the moment, the only people who can compare with them are Tianshen and Tianyi. Facing the huge rain of arrows and boulders in the sky, they are still a drop in the bucket. Less than a third of them are intercepted, so the remaining boulders carry extremely strong power.
, causing great damage to the disciples of the Ming Cult below. Fortunately, they were prepared in advance and protected by shields, which minimized the casualties.
Players whose shields were knocked away by boulders lost the best protection against the rain of arrows falling from the sky. Those with better strength could still protect themselves with weapons, while those with worse strength were directly injured and dozens of people were injured.
He was hit by an arrow and fell to the ground, lifeless.
At this moment, God's face felt even more burning, and his mind was roaring. He had always calculated everything, but this time he was repeatedly calculated, and the losses were really not small. When he swung an extremely long sword, the sword energy was everywhere, and he died.
Staring at the ambush man who was shooting arrows above his head, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he shouted to Tianyi who was also blocking the arrows: "Tianyi, quickly lead everyone to the temple, I'll go up
Stop these people!"
Without waiting for Tian's reply, the God of Heaven soared into the sky, continuously using the concave and convex parts of the stone wall to borrow strength, like a koi carp preparing to fly over the dragon's gate, and rushed to the top of the mountain after ten breaths. With a roar, the sword energy
It was even more intense, and there was a burst of miserable screams.
The small rain of arrows on the top of the cliff paused for a moment, and Ye Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly opened a path in front of the team.
The huge rocks not only injured and killed the Ming Cult disciples, but also cut off the mountain road into sections. The seriously injured people could only climb over with great effort.
It was only a minute or two of sneak attacks, but it caused great harm to the Mingjiao disciples. The original team of more than a thousand people, at this moment, less than 200 people were uninjured, more than 300 people died directly, and many were seriously injured.
, in short, less than half are still capable of fighting.
Ye Cheng used a single sword to quickly open a path in front of him. He smashed all the rocks blocking the road, and his whole arm was numb. After spending a lot of effort, he finally opened the mountain road.
, and a group of people quickly left the death passage. After burning incense, I finally felt that my eyes opened up, and finally entered the top of Guangming Dome.
Everyone rested for a while. Ye Cheng frowned and looked at the God who had not returned yet. Tianyi beside him also looked at Shandao with a worried look. After a while, he said: "Brother Shouwang, let me go and see the God. Why don't you go over and see the God?"
Please take the team to the temple, and if anything goes wrong, please help!"
Ye Cheng shook his head and said: "You are more familiar with the affairs of the temple, and you also know how to arrange manpower. Now everyone can't do without you, so I'd better go!"
Tianyi turned around and glanced at the injured disciples, hesitating in his heart, but after such a long time, the god still hadn't caught up, so he was obviously in trouble. The choice between the two made him very embarrassed, he frowned and said: "This
——”
Ye Cheng smiled slightly, patted his shoulder, and said softly: "Don't you still believe in my strength? Don't worry, I will definitely bring the god back alive. Let's meet in the temple!"
Tianyi took a deep look at Ye Cheng, nodded and said: "Okay, then you will have to work hard to watch brother, I will wait for you in the temple!"
After that, he turned around and waved his hand, leading everyone to speed towards the temple where the outline could already be seen.
Ye Cheng understood that Tianyi had finally let down his guard against him. After fighting side by side, he had successfully gained the recognition of all the disciples of the Ming Cult, including Tianyi. He looked at the darkening sky and took a deep breath.
Take a breath.
He raised his head and glanced at the blade that had dozens of holes missing, shook his head slightly, dropped the single sword, and quickly swept along the mountain road again. Along the way, he slowly circulated his true energy to recover the huge consumption before and repair the acid.
The numb, swollen and painful meridians in his right arm soon returned to the place of the previous battle.
Thanks to the mountain wind between the mountain roads, I could not hear any movement on the top of the mountain. I was slightly shocked and couldn't believe that the God of Heaven had been taken care of by others. I hurriedly used my hands and feet to jump up the mountain wall quickly.
He carefully lay down on the edge of the cliff and looked towards the top of the cliff. Except for the corpses on the ground, there was no one left.
Ye Cheng jumped up and rummaged around hurriedly. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see the body of the god. After carefully observing the surroundings, he determined that the people on the top of the mountain must have left after the god.
, then he picked up a fairly good single sword on the ground and quickly followed it towards the mountain.
After only a while, the corpses of the players who had ambushed Ye Cheng and others appeared again. However, judging from the injuries on the corpses, it seemed that the gods were no longer as ferocious as before, and some players died after being hit several times.
The only thing Ye Cheng could be sure of was that among the people who ambushed him, there must be masters who could compete with the gods, otherwise it would be impossible to force him away.
Following the route, after chasing a stick of incense through the mountains and forests, I finally heard a faint cry of killing coming from a forest, which was even mixed with the sound of the gods cursing.
"Sure enough, we found the right one." Ye Cheng felt happy and lurked over carefully.
He flew up to the treetops, and after carefully flying through the forest, Ye Cheng carefully pushed aside the branches in front of him. He was shocked to see that the golden armor of the god had turned red, and his chest, shoulders, and legs were all red.
There are several holes in it, probably cut by a master. The originally neat hair crown is now in disarray, hanging messily on the head. There is no trace of the master's demeanor from before.
Except for the dozens of people who surrounded and killed the God, the surrounding players had formed a human wall. There were quite a few people, probably three or four hundred people. Without Ye Cheng’s warning, the God and the Ming Cult would have been careless.
Disciples, the casualties are definitely more severe. These three or four hundred people are enough to wipe out the remaining players.
When he saw a fire, Ye Cheng was slightly startled. The people talking and laughing together at the moment were actually Long Xingyun, whom he had not seen for a long time, and the monk who called me Buddha Mercy. The other person was also an unknown monk.
, but from that demeanor and eyes, you can also feel that he believes that his strength is extraordinary.
Being ambushed and plotted by these decent disciples one after another, Ye Cheng sighed slightly. It seemed that the Ming Cult had indeed been infiltrated by someone, and he was also a person of high status.
The god who was being fought around in the field had a tired look on his face. He tried several times to break through, but was interrupted by Long Xingyun. He forced several people in front of him to retreat with one sword, and injured a sneak attack player with his backhand.
He roared angrily: "You bastards, if you have the guts, challenge me in a one-on-one fight and start a wheel fight. You shameless people won't even blush!"
Long Xingyun, who was smiling at the side, said loudly: "God, it's already midnight now. When tomorrow dawns, the six major sects will launch a general attack. The Mingjiao will be removed from the world from now on, and you people will soon become lonely souls."
Damn it, what are you still yelling about!"
The God who was distracted was attacked by someone with a sword again, and his back suddenly turned red again. He endured the pain, and used a sword with his backhand, successfully killing the person who attacked him. However, the situation of the God became worse and worse. If he was in
This will definitely not last more than one stick of incense.
Ye Cheng, who had almost recovered, carefully walked down the treetops, bowed his head and carefully blended into the crowd, slowly squeezing through.
At the moment, the only thing left for the two of them to successfully escape is the cliff to the west. But thinking of the bottomless cliff, even Ye Cheng shuddered. He didn't believe in the superstition that jumping off the cliff could lead to a secret book.
, it is easy to hang it accidentally at such a high height.
However, the current situation no longer allowed him to think too much. He quietly put on the ghost face and wrapped a layer of black cloth on his head. He suddenly rushed into the crowd that was fighting. The strong sword energy of his single sword suddenly opened, and the spiral gang energy was also life-threatening.
When activated, he actually killed and injured all the players surrounding the God of Heaven, and the rest were forced to retreat due to the layer of aura.
The momentary gap was naturally caught by the God. Ye Cheng stretched out his hand to hold his arm, and led the God out diagonally. The steel knife in his hand turned into a beast, and the dense sword energy enveloped the surroundings, tearing towards the west.
Drive away.
The sudden change stunned Long Xingyun and others who were more than ten feet away. As soon as they reacted, Long Xingyun took the lead and soared into the sky, rushing towards the two of them. The long sword at his waist suddenly unsheathed, carrying
Sen Han's sword energy rushed over and shouted: "You want to save people in front of me, you are very brave, please spare my life!"
Before anyone arrived, the cold sword energy had already made Ye Cheng feel palpitated. He was extremely shocked that Long Xingyun's progress had reached such a level. He immediately did not dare to be careless, and sent a burst of true energy towards the god with his left hand, raising his hand.
Then he was thrown away with his hand, towards the cliff more than ten feet away.
At this moment, Long Xingyun's attack has arrived. The sword energy that came from the attack was divided into three parts about a few feet away from Yecheng, and screams came from the upper, middle and lower directions.
Ye Cheng slashed down with his sword without looking back, and the sword energy that came out was also full of energy, and the air flow it caused seemed to build up a wall of air behind him.
"Boom~!"
When the two energies clashed, they made a sound like gold and iron.
Ye Chengqing said "Huh", but he didn't expect Long Xingyun's three-way sword energy to directly break through his blockage, and the force hit his neck, chest and abdomen without any loss.
What surprised him most was not that the sword energy pierced the air wall, but that the three strands of sword energy magically merged into one when they encountered obstacles. After breaking through, the soldiers split into three groups again. Such a magical sword skill is extremely mysterious.
, it would be difficult for someone other than the sword master to understand its subtlety.
Seeing these three rays of sword energy attacking his body, but without the burden of the gods, Ye Cheng twisted his waist, turned around fiercely, flicked his fingers with both hands, and shot out several rays of energy in three directions.
The sword energy and the rest all broke through the air and attacked Long Xingyun's chest and abdomen.
The sword energy enters the body and flows rapidly along the meridians as if it is spiritual. In the blink of an eye, it splits into several strands again, making it difficult for people to guard against. Even Ye Cheng almost hit the target. Fortunately, there is only one stream of sword energy and it is not very big.
He must be strong, otherwise he would have suffered from this sword attack.
Long Xingyun was blocked by his strength, and his figure naturally fell down a distance. He could only watch helplessly as Ye Cheng flew down the cliff. He was not crazy enough to jump off the cliff of unknown depth at night when he couldn't see his fingers, but he also couldn't.
He felt that the person he was fighting with seemed to have some familiar flavor in it, but it was hard to tell for the moment.
