This destructive storm destroyed the entire deserted city, and all the buildings were razed to the ground. Only a few areas still had King Wu stubbornly resisting the ravages of the sword.
When the storm stopped and the sword blade dissipated, the floating blood mist condensed again and converged into seven rivers, all flowing into the giant sword hanging in mid-air. Dust, gravel and broken limbs fell like a rain curtain.
The seven sword lights that had swallowed the blood essence of tens of thousands of warriors and monsters finally calmed down and turned into seven ancient sword bodies that were quietly suspended in the air. They had different styles but all exuded a strong blood energy and evil aura.
"Is it over?" Tang Qing stared at the ancient sword in the sky, with lingering fear in his heart. At the same time, a touch of greed grew in his heart, as if something was calling him.
Bang! Tang Bayi slapped him on the back of the head and growled: "You are crazy, don't look at them!"
Tang Hao continued to remain vigilant: "These ancient swords are somewhat evil, I think... the matter is not over yet!"
At this time, the surviving Martial King-level experts appeared one after another in some parts of the deserted city. They crawled out of the ruins, in a state of panic, with the fear of surviving the disaster. But when they stared at the sky, they all showed greed similar to that of Tang Qing.
Some people couldn't hold back their emotions and rushed into the air like crazy, trying to snatch them and keep them for themselves.
result……
"Ah!!" The moment a King Wu held the handle of his sword, he suddenly let out a shrill scream. His majestic body shriveled up quickly, and looked like a deflated balloon from a distance. The man screamed shrilly, struggled violently, and his body
But it was firmly sucked to the handle of the sword. In just a short moment, the screams stopped. All flesh and blood were gone, cracked and shriveled. The body soon disintegrated, turning into dust and falling in the wind.
"Hiss!!" The other Martial Kings who rushed over sucked in cold air, stopped one after another, and looked at these evil ancient swords warily. No one dared to take a step forward.
"So cruel!! What the hell is this?" Tang Ba secretly grinned, how could the majestic Martial King be sucked clean alive? Fortunately, he didn't rush forward just now!
A violent explosion suddenly occurred somewhere in the deserted city. Thick smoke and dust were scattered in all directions. A maniacal laughter resounded in the sky: "Haha, the Seven Killing Sword will rebuild the sky. I, Mutuwa, thank you!"
"That's the Red God? It's really their fault!" Tang Ba's face was angry, but he quickly recovered, suppressed his impulse, winked at Tang Qing and Tang Hao, and protected the unconscious Tang Yan and the other three.
They cautiously evacuated to the distance. No matter what happened here, they were unwilling to continue to interfere.
"Red God!! You are declaring war on the three great empires in the south!" Somewhere in the ruins, the imperial royal family members who survived by chance stared angrily, but did not dare to act rashly again.
"Whoever wants revenge, just come to me, we Red God will accompany you to the end!!" Mutuwa appeared in front of a three-meter-long blood-red killing sword, admiring its simple and majestic shape in fascination.
A beautiful middle-aged woman who was also a martial arts master appeared in front of a silver killing sword that was as slender as a snake, and was also deeply attracted by its perfect appearance.
"Clara!" Mutua called out to the middle-aged beautiful woman. The two looked at each other, took a deep breath, and at the same time grabbed the killing sword in front of them. In an instant, a strong tearing force came from the hilt of the sword.
It gushed out, as if it was some kind of monster instead of a sword.
The two of them had already prepared, allowing them to suck their own essence and blood, and using their spiritual power to wrap them and control them. The other Red God members stood around them, on alert.
"Damn it! Let's go!" All the surviving forces left with hatred. They had consumed too much and could not withstand the greater torment. Moreover, there were two great sages in Red God, so they were not qualified to provoke.
After the storm ended, five figures approached quickly from a distance as if they were crossing space. The vast aura enveloped the passing area like a torrent, and the powerful masters were arriving again!
They are a mysterious organization that cooperates with Akagami, and they came here for the remaining five killing swords.
But before they arrived, an old man in the depths of the ruins slowly stood up, took a deep breath from his pipe, and grabbed the air with his withered right hand. A strong suction force instantly enveloped one of the purple killing swords.
Buzz!! The purple killing sword trembled violently, as if it was trying to struggle, but was unable to break free and fell sharply.
"Who is it?" The members of Red God were secretly frightened. They wanted to chase but were concerned about the terror of these killing swords, and they did not dare to disturb Mutuwa and Clara who were immersed in recognizing their master.
The surviving forces were secretly frightened. There was actually a master hiding nearby. They stopped one after another and stared at the old man covered in dust, wanting to see how he died from being sucked blood and essence, and secretly hoping that he could successfully control it.
"Lei Yun! I have been waiting for you for many years!" The old man smoking a cigarette held the flying purple sword. The sword body was curved and flexible, as if it had fresh life. The whole body was glowing with purple light like lightning, cold,
sharp!
The Thunder Meteor Sword was taken in, sucking the old man's essence and blood crazily. The old man's arms shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then his entire body.
The old man who smoked the cigarette still had a dull expression, as if he was not aware of the pain. He smoked the cigarette dryly, letting Lei Yun suck the blood, and strolled towards the psychedelic forest in the distance. He seemed to be walking very slowly, but he seemed to be shrinking.
In inches, it disappeared silently from everyone's sight.
Mutua and Clara finally took control of their respective killing swords, and tried to track them but could not find the old man.
"Let's go, let's go!" The survivors fled from the ruins without hesitation.
Now everyone understands that this is a killing situation deliberately created by Akagami, and they are all pawns in it! This news must be spread, so that Akagami becomes a public enemy of the entire Biennale region and is attacked by the three empires.
Joint wanted.
Not long after, five figures wrapped in white mist came from a distance. Looking at the four remaining killing swords, they said in a bad tone: "Mutuwa, you violated the agreement!! Where is the Thunder Meteor Sword?"
"It was taken away by an old man just now! If you could have come half a step earlier, you might be able to catch it." Mutuwa felt the surging aura of the blood sword, with murderous intent surging in his eyes, and he seemed not to be afraid of any opponent.
of confidence.
"Old man? Impossible! The Seven Killing Sword will swallow tens of millions of blood essence when it is first unsealed. It will automatically recognize the powerful masters as threats and eradicate them with all their strength. There is no way there will be any martial masters left here!"
"Hurry up and hand it over. Our previous agreement is still valid. Otherwise, no one among the great generals in the world can protect you!"
Mutuwa has always had a hot temper, and he roared angrily at this moment: "Think about it with your flooded brains, I hide? Where can I hide? Who dares to hit them except Clara and me?"
Clara said: "Believe it or not, he is a weird old man who smokes dry cigarettes. He may be some reclusive old man."
Ice mist suddenly waved out from a cloud of white mist, covering the two Red God team members, and screams suddenly erupted, as if they were suffering from great pain.
"You..." Mutua was furious.
Bai Wu quickly let go of the two men and let out an angry voice. "Yes, he is a strange old man who smokes cigarettes. It's a pity that he escaped."
"You can't escape him unless he never uses the Thunder Meteor Sword for the rest of his life. Otherwise, once it is used, other killing swords will be able to sense its presence." The remaining four white mists no longer hesitated, each enveloped a killing sword and began to recognize its owner.
control.
At the same time, in the Northern Wasteland of the Great Zhou Empire, Prince Ling’s Mansion!
King Zhou Ling paced back and forth anxiously. Over the years, he had rarely shown such an anxious mood, but now... he urgently wanted to know the specific situation of the Huangcheng Cemetery.
"Your Majesty, you seem to be more anxious than me." From the darkness of the study, an old man in white robe slowly walked out. His skin was dry and pale. Even with a full smile, it was still difficult to conceal the ruthlessness emanating from him from the inside out.
King Zhou Ling smiled and said: "I am a little excited. This is the first step of our plan. If something unexpected happens..."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, everything is according to plan. The Seven Killing Sword is an ancient evil creature with simple spiritual intelligence. It has been sealed for endless years. This release will definitely be very violent, and all the strong men in the entire cemetery of the deserted city will fall.
As their food. Especially the powerful ones, they are the first to be sacrificed."
"Then I'll congratulate you in advance!"
The old man laughed silently: "We should congratulate the prince. This time the Huangcheng plan kills three birds with one stone, it can obtain the Seven Killing Sword, and eradicate the strength of the royal family. The most important thing is to take this opportunity to trigger a melee between the three empires in the south.
, to pave the way for our second part of the plan. But I want to remind the prince, the more we get to the last moment, the less anxious we are."
"Don't worry, I've endured it for more than ten years, why do I still care about these ten months?"
"In certain details, there is no room for sloppiness. Sometimes, it may be a small accident, causing unimaginable losses. What do you think? Your Majesty!"
King Zhou Ling understood what the old man meant: "Don't worry, I will take care of the Tang family's side."
"That's good, we believe in the prince's ability, but... the Northern Wilderness Territory is your foundation, but the Giant Elephant City is always out of control, so you can take this opportunity to make a good plan. Your Majesty, we will do our best to assist the prince in ascending to the throne.
, and I also hope that the prince will remember our agreement."