On the outside of the mist, there are walking saints everywhere. They are cautious. These people have suffered many losses and are no longer as relaxed as before.
"Everyone, please come closer, and try to go to the mountain." A sage reminded.
Everyone else nodded. In their opinion, no matter how many enemies there are, as long as they are led to the foot of the mountain and everyone joins forces, there will only be a dead end.
They have set up an ambush there. It would be a good thing if these people don't show up. Once they show up, they will definitely ambush all these enemies.
A group of saints, six in total, moved forward very carefully, not far away, followed closely by another group of quasi-sages, trying not to get too far away.
They feel that doing so will not give the enemy an opportunity. If the enemy dares to appear and they attack, there will always be enemies left here.
A group of people stayed close together, alert to each other's surroundings, not daring to be distracted in any way, and were highly focused.
Being gathered together like this, no matter who comes, they will be able to find out immediately.
Is the enemy fast?
Okay, let's see if it's the enemy's speed or their laws that are faster.
A group of people sneered, as if they saw those people in the dark dying miserably in front of them.
Once the enemy takes action, death awaits them.
"This time, no matter how fast they are, they may not be able to assassinate us!"
A group of saints gave out a biting sneer.
In the subtle sound of rain, the swaying of grass blades was clearly visible.
A certain saint stepped into a puddle and his shoes got wet. He frowned slightly and just looked down.
The next second, a green figure with a stream of light inside a black hole opened in the void was close at hand.
The other saints were still talking and laughing, laughing at the enemy...
Only this saint had his eyes wide open, his pupils trembling and shrinking...
And because the person came so fast, the surrounding saints didn’t even notice that someone was approaching them!
Wow~
The sword light, carrying three hundred and twenty-eight laws, came out.
Four colors of sword light exploded into a burst of sword energy. In an instant, the person in front of him was chopped into pieces of flesh and cracked.
Yes, when these people gather together, it will be difficult for Wang Shuo to deal with them with his bare hands.
But what if it is the sword light of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian that gathers 328 laws? The power that bursts out, the effect of the group of attacks... How can these saints stop it?
Boom~
The saint shattered in front of him, and the earth collapsed directly in the sword energy. The saints around him turned around, but all they could see was... the sword energy cutting into his body one after another.
Who said...as long as they gather together, the enemy can't take action against them?
Who said decisively that as long as the enemy appears, he can be killed as soon as possible?
If these words are true, then what is going on with the enemy in front of you?
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and time stopped at this moment...
The aura of death enveloped everyone. In the sword aura, not only the saints, but also the surrounding corpse-slaying monks and quasi-sages were decomposed one after another!
Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine that by doing this, instead of stopping the enemy, they would die faster.
And these people gathered together and stood in a circle, which indeed invisibly accelerated Wang Shuo's killing speed.
This burst of infinite sword energy added four more laws to him, reaching a total of 331. He could feel that his aura seemed to have reached a certain peak.
If he breaks through this peak, although he still cannot become a saint, his strength will undergo a qualitative transformation.
Three hundred and thirty-one...is it a bottleneck? But...it doesn't matter. During the killing, more and more laws are obtained, and all bottlenecks are broken.
Wang Shuo's eyes became colder and colder as he continued to look for the next wave of enemies.
In the beginning, one or two saints died at a time, but later when these saints gathered together, Wang Shuo used the Four Swords of Zhu Xian to kill six or seven saints at once, which was countless times faster.
In this kind of killing...
In most of the day, 381 saints died. Including the previous 534 saints, the number of saints who died in Wang Shuo's hands reached more than 900...
This number is terrifying. With the power of just one person, more than 900 saints were wiped out...
Even that girl back then was nothing more than this, right? Those saints who have not yet had any accidents think of this...
Little did they know, in the darkness, a young man stood in the forest, carefully counting the laws in his body.
"There are four hundred and ninety-nine laws. There is only one left to break through to five hundred. With five hundred laws, we should be able to break through this peak." Wang Shuo calculated while heading to the next location.
As he obtained more and more rules, the number of repeated rules he encountered also began to increase...
This made him a little helpless, but he also knew that this was inevitable.
As he walked, he came to the bottom of an empty mountain. It was strangely quiet everywhere, without any human beings.
As he fought all the way, he was already stained red with blood, and the original color of his clothes could not be seen clearly, and the aura on his body became more and more terrifying and a bit scary.
In that mountain, all directions were covered by a magic weapon like a black veil, integrating everyone with the mountain.
The auras of many saints are all here, covered by black veil.
Even Bishop Miao was in the crowd, staring at the visitor, and said solemnly: "Why is there only one? Where are the other enemies?"
"Bishop, why don't you wait? Maybe there is only one enemy who has come here." The other saints said.
"Hmph! From a few days ago to now, more than nine hundred saints have died here. I don't know how to explain to Lord Ling when I go back. If you can't kill the enemy, you don't have to go back alive. Anyway, you all
It's death!" Bishop Miao's voice was deep and cold, making everyone's hearts tremble.
There were 1,600 saints when they came, but now, only 700 are left, a loss of more than half.
They didn't even kill any of the enemies... Especially in this half day, the number of casualties increased greatly.
The saints gathered together, not only failed to stop the enemy's killing, but actually accelerated the killing speed.
They even began to doubt what kind of existence they were facing...that could kill a saint until he had no ability to resist.
but……
No matter how they wait or search...
From the beginning to the end, there was only one Taoist covered in blood, walking back and forth near the mountain.
As this Taoist wandered around, more and more news of the saint's death came, making Bishop Miao's heart tremble even more.
Could it be that among the many enemies and the phantoms that fill the mountains and plains, there is only one person from beginning to end?
This man killed more than 1,600 saints and nearly half of them perished?