Three hundred and sixtieth chapters tiger into the flock
"You will never have this chance." Pang Qiguang's eyes flashed with murderous intent and he sneered.
"Today is the anniversary of your death." Zhao Mochen's eyes were cold, but his murderous intent was already boiling.
"war!"
"kill!"
The two shouts were almost in no particular order, and the battle started instantly.
Zhao Mochen and Pang Qiguang collided, and Yang Zongbei fought with Pei Yubo. The seventh-grade and eighth-grade camps on both sides also fought against each other.
The warriors and monks in the seventh, eighth, and ninth realms were fighting each other. The two sides frequently launched killing moves and collided endlessly. The sky was like fireworks that suddenly bloomed, extremely gorgeous, but extremely dangerous.
"kill!"
"kill!"
Rumble!
On the ground, the fifth-level and sixth-level lineups of both sides collided respectively.
The sky is filled with spiritual magic like a downpour, and countless flying swords are passing through like locusts.
Warriors of the Way of Ten Thousand Laws use spiritual totems to communicate with the elements of heaven and earth, and condense killing moves to resist spiritual magic and flying swords.
Warriors of the Weiwu Way use abundant energy and blood and a strong body to rush left and right, trying to avoid spiritual arts and flying swords, bully the monks, and engage in close combat with the monks.
Although the strength of fifth- and sixth-grade monks and warriors is not as strong as that of upper-third-grade monks and warriors.
However, the lineups of both sides at the fifth and sixth levels were the largest, like two floods colliding, and the battle was even more intense and brutal than the battle between the third-level monks and warriors in the sky.
The upper-level third-level monks were fighting against the warriors. Although the warriors were at a disadvantage, there were no casualties yet.
As soon as the fifth- and sixth-level formations collided, both sides suffered casualties, with limbs flying everywhere, blood splattering, and heart-rending screams one after another.
Zhang Yao has experienced many battles since his debut, but this is the first time he has participated in such a large-scale battle between regular inner-world monks and outside warriors.
Tragic!
cruel!
bloody!
The second spiritual totem was slightly stunned.
"When the war broke out, I was stunned. This is a young boy!" A monk from the inner world took his sights on Zhang Yao, wielded his spiritual sword, and assassinated him.
Seeing the Thunder Dharma Body in a fierce battlefield, this sixth-level inner realm cultivator was still in a daze, thinking that this sword would definitely kill the Thunder Dharma Body.
The flying sword shot away, and the sixth-grade cultivator in the inner realm had already moved his main gaze away from the Thunder Body, searching for the next target on the battlefield.
The Thunder Dharmakaya's face was expressionless, as if he was not aware of the incoming spiritual sword.
When the spirit sword came to the front, the thunder dharma body suddenly patted the spirit sword lightly.
"Sure enough, it's Hina, you're really looking for death!" The sixth-grade cultivator from the inner world saw this scene with a sneer on his lips.
But the next moment, the sneer on the face of the sixth-grade cultivator in the inner realm instantly froze, his mouth opened wide, but he could not speak, and his eyes were filled with fear.
Snapped!
The Thunder Dharmakaya's seemingly light and effortless palm actually contained terrifying power, which was completely beyond the capabilities of a sixth-grade monk's flying sword.
The light on the flying sword instantly dimmed, the sound of rattling kept coming, and many cracks appeared on the sword. Then the flying sword let out a mournful cry, broke into pieces, and pierced into the ground like a hidden weapon dart under the palm of the Thunder Dharma Body.
.
hiss!
Break the spirit weapon with your palm!
The sixth-grade cultivator in the inner realm took a deep breath and his eyes trembled. He thought he had found a young child, but instead he hit an iron plate!
The Thunder Dharma Body stepped forward, without using any movement skills. It only relied on the strength of its body to cross several feet and appeared in front of the sixth-grade monk in an instant.
The Thunder Dharmakaya pressed down with one palm without saying a word or making any gestures.
puff!
The sixth-grade monk had no time to make any resistance or even a chance to scream. His head was pressed into his chest. His head was pressed down violently, and his spine exploded, making a tooth-piercing sound.
Without even looking at it, Thunder Dharmakaya drew out the standard alloy sword from his back and rushed into the camp of the sixth-grade monks.
puff!
The light of the sword flashed, and a confused look appeared in the eyes of a sixth-grade monk. His neck seemed to have been bitten by an insect, and he felt a slight pain. A faint blood mark appeared on his neck. After a slight pause, blood spattered and his head flew up.
The Thunder Magic Body didn't even look back, and without any pause, it killed the next target.
A sixth-grade monk noticed the power of the Thunder Dharma Body and his expression changed slightly. When he saw the Thunder Dharma Body coming towards him, his expression suddenly changed.
"Festival!"
Without thinking, he used a defensive weapon. The defensive weapon was a shield. After the shield was released, it expanded in the wind and became like a door panel.
The sixth-grade monk carried the big shield and hid under it.
As soon as the big shield was lifted, the alloy sword struck down.
Boom!
The alloy broadsword and the shield collided together, erupting with an earth-shattering loud noise. Although the alloy broadsword was sharp, it could not break the spiritual shield.
"Blocked!" The sixth-grade monk under the shield was overjoyed and prepared to control the spirit sword to kill the Thunder Dharma Body.
But when he opened his mouth, the sixth-grade monk kept vomiting blood, which was also mixed with many fragments, all of which were broken internal organs. The sixth-grade monk's eyes dimmed.
Although the shield blocked the alloy sword, the power of the sword hit the sixth-grade monk through the shield. If the sixth-grade monk could withstand the impact of this force, he would not die, but it was a pity that there was no if.
Zhang Yao didn't pause, his figure flashed, and he continued to slash with the alloy sword. With each swing of the sword, at least one sixth-grade monk died.
Although he doesn't know much about sword skills, the physical power of the Thunder Dharma Body is powerful, and the speed and power of the sword are simply not something that a sixth-grade monk can withstand.
Even if a sixth-grade monk used a defensive spiritual weapon to block the sharp edge of the broadsword, he would not be able to withstand the power contained in the Thunder Dharmakaya's sword, and his internal organs would be shattered by the sword and he would die.
Zhang Yao's second spiritual totem is the sixth-level realm, but at this moment he has no intention of using the Way of Ten Thousand Dharma. The Thunder Body is made from the corpse of a ninth-level monk, and has been tempered by the divine fluid of the Thunder Pond. It has a strong body, and only
With his physical strength, he can crush all the sixth-grade monks present.
No sixth-grade monk can block the sword of the Thunder Law Body. The Thunder Law Body rushes into the lineup of the sixth-grade monks. If the sword is opened and closed, there must be undead.
Like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, there is only slaughter.
The other side of the ground battlefield.
"Little beauty, surrender to us and spare your life."
"As long as you serve our three brothers and sisters well, we guarantee that you will be popular in the inner world."
"It would be a pity to kill a little beauty like you!"
Three sixth-grade monks forced a sixth-grade female warrior out of the lineup and besieged her alone, hoping to capture her alive.
The three people's eyes wandered over the female warrior, with a lustful light in their eyes.
The female warrior has a plump figure, and the standard female combat uniform is obviously one or two sizes too small for her. A zipper in the middle of the combat uniform that extends from the collar to the abdomen has withstood huge tension, and is in a precarious position, as if it is about to burst open.
The three sixth-grade monks kept swallowing their saliva, evil fire rushing through their lower abdomens, their eyes filled with evil thoughts, and their minds already imagining what happened after capturing this woman alive.
Ever since this female warrior came to the gate of the fifth realm, the three brothers and sisters have been eyeing this female warrior. Unfortunately, they have never had a chance to succeed. Today, they finally got what they wanted.