A large group of Lingjiu Palace disciples all had high morale. They felt that they had never been so brave and fearless, and that the fellow disciples around them had never been so reliable. That kind of reliability seemed to be integrated with their lives, and their casualties
It seems as if it is his own, and their victory seems to be his own... This is the power of Yuan Chaonian's battlefield artistic conception and battlefield swordsmanship attributes!
Under siege by Lingjiu Palace disciples from all directions, Yanqing and Zixinren ran between themselves and the Tianji Sect masters with the same surname. Those Tianji Sect masters were originally elites. Compared with these Lingjiu Palace disciples who gathered in large groups in the wild.
The disciples of the Blood Sacrifice were much stronger. Even though they were suddenly besieged, with the care of Yanqing and the Zixin people, and their already superior strength, they did not show their defeat at all for a while, but were instead the ones under siege.
Many disciples of Lingjiu Palace were killed, but the seemingly terrifying siege never broke through the defense.
The masters of the Tianji sect, Killing the Rise, saw the menacing Lingjiu Palace disciples flying towards them, but their strength was not as good as theirs, or they might have struck with their palms with their swords, leaving them with internal injuries, vomiting blood, and falling down.
Flying, or defeating the strength of the palms of the Vulture Palace members with one sword, the sword force continued to pierce their chests - "Ha, that's all the skills of the Vulture Palace! Oh, women are good, they can pierce their chests with a sword
Work harder!"
"Hahaha...Brother Chen is so laid-back and relaxed. I just like to stab my thighs! It's also fun to watch the crazy woman from Lingjiu Palace crawling and struggling on the ground!"
"Hey, I just like stabbing them in the face. Anyway, they are all murderous mad women. It's useless to ask for their faces. Just smash them to pieces with a hammer. It's a pleasure! Relieve your hatred!"
A group of masters from the Tianji Sect who were besieged took their time talking about fighting, and there was no pressure at all for a while.
"How dare the damn Tianji Sect not take Lingjiu Palace seriously! Sisters, work harder and show them how powerful we are. Why are we practicing so hard? Just to not let others bully us! These bastards think we are
Women are easy to bully - if we don't give them some color, they will really look down on us!"
... "Hahaha... What's the fight between the female scholars of Lingjiu Palace? Just take a break and make a living in a brothel is the right way for a woman - hahaha..."
In the midst of the fight, humiliation and scolding, the disciples of the Lingjiu Palace who were within the range of Yuan Chaonian's sword intent on the battlefield finally fought in front of the masters of the Tianji Sect!
When the group of particularly brave and unafraid Lingjiu Palace disciples came to fight in front of them, all the Tianji Sect masters at first felt that the people from Lingjiu Palace were really unafraid of killing, and they became more and more brave as they charged forward. However, when Yuan Chaonian's sword intent on the battlefield affected the range
When all the masters of the Tianji Sect were included, each of them suddenly felt panicked... In an instant, they felt as if they were lonely and helpless, defeated generals in the army who were in a desperate situation and about to be wiped out. They were tired and had heavy body and limbs as if they were experiencing...
After two days and two nights of non-stop fighting, I was tired and thirsty, as if I hadn't had a drop of water or a grain of rice for days and nights... Everyone around me seemed to be showing a strong, desperate emotion, the kind of collapse.
He was so desperate that he even lost the courage to fight to the death. The feeling of despair spread among the fellow disciples around him and infected each other. Under this interaction, it became more and more intense--suddenly, a master of the Tianji Sect burst into tears.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die -"
Immediately afterwards, several people cried out...these cries made other people's emotions even more confusing. They seemed to be desperate, helpless, exhausted and waiting to die!
The brave and unafraid of death group of Spirit Vulture Palace disciples came to fight in front of them. A group of people moved forward bravely, not considering retreating at all. The distance between them left no room to dodge the enemy's moves or retreat. Their mutual courage infected those in front of them.
People push each other to the people in front, and each other's strength converges in this charge into a force that is like a galloping horse, capable of breaking through everything!
The masters of the Tianji Sect were waving their weapons in a panic, smashing and hacking to death one Spiritual Eagle Palace disciple after another, but no one stepped back. When the hammer hit the Spiritual Eagle Palace disciple's face, that Spiritual Eagle Palace disciple
Instead of retreating, she hugged the handle of the hammer tightly with both arms, and the fist of the disciple beside her hit the face of the master of the Tianji Sect who was holding the hammer. On the temple, the fellow disciple behind her slid forward from her crotch and hit her hard.
He kicked hard into the lower abdomen of the master of Tianji Sect who was holding the hammer!
He swung the sword in a panic, and slashed the right shoulder of the disciple of Lingjiu Palace with no order, and cut into the lower chest. However, the disciple of Lingjiu Palace who was struck by the sword did not care, and Yu Jiqian, who had never had the intention to save himself since the moment of the sword.
He rushed forward and struck the Tianji Sect master in the throat with his fist that had lost much power after hitting the sword. That day, the Secret Sect master couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. The next moment he realized that the opponent's strength was not enough, and he just wanted to be thankful.
He shouted happily that he was still alive, but before his joy could last, the arm holding the sword had been scratched by two disciples of the Vulture Palace that turned into hooks. The sword suddenly fell out of his hand, and then, he was hit one after another with fists and soles.
Hit him in the face, kick him on the body, hit his Tianling Cap and temple!
In just half a quarter of an hour, a group of masters from the Tianji Sect who were originally relaxed and stress-free were completely killed and injured. Seven or eight more courageous, mentally determined, and somewhat defiant resisters were also seriously injured.
A group of experts from the Vulture Palace surrounded them in the center, punching and kicking them. The first punch knocked their heads and faces away, and the next punch hit their chins, causing them to raise their heads and faces involuntarily, and then they were punched again in the nose.
They collapsed, their thigh bones were kicked off, their toes were crushed by random kicks... Seven or eight hands finally grabbed their chests, took out their hearts, and took out their heart and lungs - a disciple of the Lingjiu Palace was angry
He took out the intestines of a master from the Tianji Sect, pulled them out, wrapped them around his own neck, and then kicked the master from the Tianji Sect hard in the private parts! "You bastard! You can go to the brothel and lie down by yourself. I am a beautiful girl."
Money can help you find a group of men to patronize you every day!"
When the Tianji sect master died tragically and fell to the ground, only Zixin and Yanqing were left standing... The influence of the sword intent on the battlefield also disturbed Zixin and Yanqing, despite their artistic conception.
Although they are profound, they cannot be completely unaffected. Fortunately, the two of them have had countless battles and group battles, and have long since developed a mind that can remain calm in any dangerous situation. Therefore, the battlefield sword
The influence of the intention is not enough to make them panic, but it is just suppressed by the momentum that seems to face countless fierce and powerful enemies without fear of death, so that the pressure effect on the enemy caused by their own advanced cultivation and artistic conception
There is nothing left to say, but it is controlled by the amazing momentum created by the sword on the battlefield!
"Battlefield Sword Intent - Yuan Chaonian!" Zi Xinren frowned, suddenly realizing that today's battle was not an encounter like many times before, but a carefully designed revenge battle by the Justice League against him.
!Purple Heart Man has been doing nothing in the fairy world for many years. Many old Jianghu masters like him who are in the back hall of Tianji Sect are also doing nothing. When they have nothing to do, they just look up the secret information of Tianji Sect. So, Jianghu
There are many things among the people that ordinary people don't know, but people who don't know them, such as Zixinren, who are resident in the Tianji Sect, know it.
Yuan Chaonian is one of them. Some masters in the Tianji Sect were originally sent to the frontiers by the immortal world. Later, most of them were able to return to heaven because of the Tianji Sect. Among them were masters who had fought alongside Yuan Chaonian. Those people didn't know
How to practice battlefield sword intent, but they have experienced the special power of Yuan Chaonian's battlefield sword intent. Naturally, they mentioned it to others as a strange story after the Tianji Sect. By chance, Zixinren had heard it mentioned by others, and Zixinren had always been a
Pay close attention to such masters.
Therefore, when Yuan Chaonian joined the Justice League, Zixinren knew that this would be a shining new star. At this moment, he suddenly encountered the sword intent on the battlefield, and the moment he was in it, Zixinren was sure.
Yan Qing's brows darkened slightly. Yuan Chaonian's sword intention on the battlefield was so powerful, something she had never expected. Originally, the power of many artistic conceptions depended on the cultivation of the artistic conception and the level of the academic attributes. No matter which of the two,
She couldn't be younger than Yuan Chaonian. She was originally from the Hengshan Sect and practiced Buddhism. The existence of Xitian Bliss did not allow her to abandon the way of learning in the past and practice Buddhism from scratch like many people in the world. With her world
Naturally, his qualifications cannot be lower than Yuan Chaonian's academic attributes.
"Kill him." Yanqing's long sword shook, and he looked at the figure rushing over among the masters of Lingjiu Palace and said lightly. The Purple Heart Man exchanged the long sword to his left hand, and took off the long stick on his back with his right hand, his face showing
A flamboyant and arrogant sneer. "Who do you think I, the Purple Heart Man, am! I can defeat you just by relying on this mere battlefield concept? With you - you are just a plaything under my Purple Heart Man's sword and stick!"
As he spoke, the Purple Heart Man's long stick danced around him, and with the dancing of the long stick, swarms of poisonous substances of different colors spread rapidly in all directions. Among the disciples of the Lingjiu Palace who rushed over from all directions, those whose skills were too different,
Before they could pass through the poisonous mist that spread for ten feet, the people could no longer muster their strength and fell to the ground. Those with slightly higher skills who had broken through the poisonous mist didn't have much strength anymore. It was just the Purple Heart people.
The dancing long stick force caused them to vomit blood and fall to their knees; those with the smallest difference in skill barely managed to cross the edge of the stick force, but were also thrown away and killed by Wudang's long stick!
For a moment, no one of the Spirit Eagle Palace disciples could break into the purple heart man's dancing long stick!
At this moment, many disciples of Lingjiu Palace realized for themselves that this man who had opened up the Three Realms, had superb swordsmanship, and combined with the arrogant Poison Kung Fu, was once called the number one master recognized by the world until his death. So this is it.
