Text_Chapter 577 Dare to call the world crazy with one sword and one sword
On Longmian Mountain, blood is like a painting.
At the foot of Longmian Mountain, the painting is like blood.
The Anti-Gods are here, their eyes are red, murderous intent fills the sky, and the weapons in their hands are the most low-key murder weapons. They do not confront the warriors of the five major forces head-on, but use assassination, which they are best at.
The leader of the anti-gods is a young man in his twenties. He is dressed in earthy yellow brocade clothes. Even if he is dormant in the grass, it is difficult to find him. The most important thing is that he is a seventh-level martial saint. Innate talent
Above, although there is no Yin, Qin Ao is outstanding, but because he obtained the treasure in the ancient treasure, he suddenly became a genius who could rival Yin.
However, he was still holding back, his eyelids were drooped, and his eyes were dim like an old man in his twilight years.
However, when the leader of the five major forces was forced to lose his rhythm, his eyes finally lit up, his body flashed, and a dagger in his hand flew out.
A flash of surprise!
"puff!"
Although the leader dodged, he was forced back by a ray of cold light. Then, the dagger pierced his back and passed through his chest. Even his lungs were pierced and his breath was taken away.
A cloud of blood mist.
He staggered and couldn't help but take a few steps back. At this moment, Lin Yong rushed out like the wind. A cold light flashed around his waist, like the bright moon in autumn water, and he was in front of the man in an instant.
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"laugh!"
The cold light flashed away, and even Lin Yong lost his trace. He entered the grass again and lay dormant on the ground. He was exactly like a jackal waiting for an opportunity. If he didn't cry, he would definitely die.
thump!
The ninth-level martial saint fell down, with a bloody hole punctured in the back of his head, but not a trace of blood spattered out. It was not until the moment he fell that the blood continued to flow out like a broken pearl.
His eyes widened. He never thought that he would die in such a humiliating manner. Under the assassination of several warriors, he lost his rhythm and had no time to execute the ultimate kill. Lin Yong's speed was also ghostly.
Hard to guard against.
In fact, speed has always been his weakness, and because of this, Lin Yong stabbed his head through with a sword.
And this is just a microcosm of the battle. The assassinations of the Anti-Gods were too terrifying. When they killed the enemy, they quickly retreated. But when others tried to chase them, they were greeted by terrifying waves.
The killings forced them all to retreat.
This is the horror of assassination!
"Cengceng..." "Pfft..."
Hundreds of people gathered together, scanning all directions with cold eyes, extremely vigilant. They couldn't catch the traces of the Anti-Gods at all, and they didn't know which direction to kill.
And with so many people gathered together, they were simply living targets. Under the furious assassinations of the Anti-Gods, one by one the warriors fell, and people did not even have time to dodge or scream.
This is hunting and harvesting!
The Anti-Gods are showing their true power to the five major forces. They are venting their belief in rising to their young master, Ye Xinran, and to the entire Shenwu Continent.
An hour passed, and nearly two hundred people were killed or injured by the five major forces. This was something no one had imagined. Some warriors were already frightened out of their wits. If this continues, they would be completely killed.
Of course, although the assassinations of the Anti-Gods are powerful, they are not invulnerable. Some people have been caught and killed by several people working together.
The fight between blood and blood!
The Anti-Gods have never been afraid of dying in battle, and there is nothing more desperate than not seeing hope.
They are not even afraid of silence, how can they be afraid of death.
An hour and a half later, nearly a hundred people from the five major forces died. The corpses were piled up into a hill. Looking at them from a distance made one's scalp numb. Blood was flowing along the grass, and the strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.
"Charge!" Lin Yong waved his hand.
Now, there are only two hundred people left in the five major forces. The ninth-level martial saints have either been killed by them or have been seriously injured. The other warriors are no longer a concern. It can be said that as long as they wait for half an hour, they will
We are more sure, but what the Anti-Gods are most worried about now is time.
They can wait, but how long can Young Master Ye Xinran hold on?
"Cengceng..."
Suddenly, the anti-gods rushed out from all directions, all displaying the unity of heaven and man, and rushed into the crowd. They did not have brilliant martial arts, but they had the ultimate killing blow.
You must know that Nishen is the king in the darkness. If they display gorgeous and fancy martial arts, they will be discovered before they even start. Therefore, their martial arts are low-key, luxurious and powerful.
Killing with one blow is what they are best at.
No suspense!
The five major forces only struggled symbolically for a moment before being drowned by the torrent of steel.
"forward!"
Lin Yong waved his hand low-key. He knew that this was only the outermost force. The further they went up Longmian Mountain, the stronger they would be. What they had to do was to split the thorns and move forward bravely.
"Little uncle, the young master is fighting a bloody battle on the top of the mountain!"
"kill!"
The anti-gods all pursed their lips tightly, their eyes gleaming fiercely, and they quickly hid in the darkness, quietly swarming towards Longmian Mountain in this direction.
Not long after, they met another group of warriors, even more powerful, but obviously much smaller in number.
They all had cold expressions on their faces. They had heard the sound of bloodshed long ago, but they adhered to the bottom line and stayed here, never letting the Anti-Gods take a step forward.
Unfortunately, they underestimated the assassination power of the Anti-Gods.
"Puff..."
When the sun was dazzling, the Anti-Gods chose to take action. As fast as a whirlwind, the deep cold light killed eight people at once, opening the chapter of the God of Death.
"Kill, kill!"
The deep voices of the Anti-Gods rang out from all directions, causing the group of five major forces to disperse and attack in all directions. Although they were all very skilled, they were definitely not as smooth and flawless as the Anti-Gods' cooperation.
And what follows is the moment of death!
Two hours later, more than three hundred people were killed, and nine of the Nishen people were killed and injured. This made everyone feel heartbroken. You must know that everyone in the Nishen people is a talented cultivation genius.
, otherwise, he would not have been selected by the Ni God, and it would have taken a lot of effort to train him to be able to assassinate on his own.
It can be said that even if the lives of a hundred people from the five major forces were exchanged for one person from the Anti-Gods, they would shake their heads without hesitation, just because the Anti-Gods have more room for growth in the future.
However, they now have no choice but to move forward, and then move forward.
"Kill to the top of Longmian Mountain!"
Lin Yong was covered in blood, both his own and that of his enemies. He waved his hand, tore off his broken robes, and crouched forward. However, all the counter-gods knew that they were all covered in blood.
Very detrimental to assassination.
The enemy can completely detect them based on the strong smell of blood.
However, when they thought of their uncle and young master at the top of Longmian Mountain, their blood boiled and they became fearless.
It’s bloody all the way!
This is the bloody path that belongs exclusively to the anti-gods, and they also achieved nirvana in the process.
"Kacha!"
When Lin Yong twisted off the head of the last ninth-level Martial Saint, they had already reached the mountainside of Longmian Mountain. Although they had gone through four battles and killed 38 people, everyone's murderous intention was even stronger.
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This account will be recorded on the five major forces until death.
"Heal your wounds, and then kill!"
Lin Yong was very anxious. Qin Ao and Qin Ao were both his brothers in life and death. The three of them usually had the best relationship, and Ye Xinran was his idol. How could he not be worried?
But he couldn't show it. He was the leader and he had to be stable.
After six hours of bloodshed, the Anti-Gods were already exhausted. It would not be easy for them to die if they rushed up Longmian Mountain with such momentum, so they had to heal their wounds.
"yes!"
The Nishen crowd vomited out a mouthful of blood, sat down cross-legged one by one, swallowed the elixir and silently recovered.
…
Six hours was a training for the Nishens, and a bloody grind for Ye Xinran and Ling Feng.
A sound of "Choke!"
Ye Xinran pierced the head of a ninth-level martial saint with a sword, and was thrown away by a mace. A layer of flesh and blood was removed from her back, and her eyes turned red from the pain.
She had killed ten people in a row, nine of them were ninth-level Martial Saints, and one was a half-step Martial Lord. This terrifying young man in blood robe was so angry that with their combined efforts, the Ice Saint could still kill so many people and stay alive.
It's all a kind of torture.
However, the price Ye Xinran paid for this was hard to imagine. Her body was covered with numerous wounds and her beautiful face was ruined.
Compared to Ye Xinran, Lingfeng's injuries were more serious.
He faced more people. Although the golden spirit body was very domineering, it could not withstand the bites of jackals. In six hours, he killed more than a hundred people. He was covered in blood and his internal organs were shattered.
The fire type is still as fire as ice, and the golden light of the body has dimmed.
However, in such a bloody fight, his heart was stirred, the mysterious lightning became more and more brilliant, and the sword intention became brighter and brighter. In the end, it turned into lightning.
Turbulent!
"Buzz!"
When Ling Feng threw out the first and second stones and held the broken blade in his hand, a mighty evil spirit swooped out from the sea of heart, dyeing Ling Feng's eyes red and making the broken blade roar softly.
"Murderous aura condensed into evil aura!"
Ling Feng's eyes were dim and deep. He was already extremely weak, but his spirit was extremely exciting because he knew that he was about to break that threshold.
When the evil spirit turned into lightning.
When lightning becomes a counterattack!
"boom!"
Finally, the lightning in Ling Feng's heart suddenly lit up, crystal clear, but it contained an astonishing evil spirit. It was activated in an instant and landed on the broken blade.
At that moment, he let out a loud roar.
At that moment, he raised the broken blade in his hand and dared to make the world crazy with each sword strike!