In front of the magic eye created by the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect, more swordsmen from the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect were passing through the barrier and coming to Planet Hope 2.
When they arrived, they looked like they were invincible but no one else could. But when they arrived, they were stunned by the tragic scene in front of them.
On the ground not far away, the entire land has changed its shape. The land that should have been covered with grass and trees has now been plowed like cultivated land!
What's even more frightening is that fragments of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect's white clothes can be seen everywhere. The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect who greeted their arrival were covered in blood and were as embarrassed as beggars.
"What happened?" A disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect who had just arrived was startled and grabbed the female swordsman who greeted him and asked.
The female swordsman who was asked couldn't help but burst into tears, and said like a pear blossom: "Senior brother! Many of our sect members died! Those damn thieves... Senior brothers, please avenge us!"
After hearing the news, the new masters of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect all looked shocked.
Being able to defeat so many swordsmen like this at once is truly unheard of in a thousand years. Ever since they joined the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect, they have never encountered such a weird thing.
"This... how is this possible..." A swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Sect quickly walked to a new grave and looked at the flying sword stuck in front of the new grave, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He glanced across the new grave, but he couldn't see the end of the grave! Looking at it, there were probably one hundred and eighty graves in this area!
"You mean? We just came here and already hundreds of our fellow disciples were killed in battle?" The swordsman looked at the junior sisters who came to greet them and said coldly.
If the aborigines here dare to resist the rule of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect like this, then he will go on a killing spree and kill all these disobedient guys!
The only female swordsman who didn't cry couldn't hold back her tears when she heard this question: "Senior brother... where are the hundreds... these are just the bodies that were recovered and buried here... we can't find them."
There are probably seven or eight hundred people with corpses..."
"Ah?" After hearing this answer, the newly arrived swordsman's eyes widened. He suspected that he had heard the wrong answer, so he quickly asked again: "How much?"
"Senior brother! We came here with our master, and we have already lost thousands of people from our sect!" The female swordsman sniffed and was about to lean on her senior brother's shoulder and have a good cry.
With his agility, he avoided the 1.35-meter-tall female swordsman who weighed at least 190 kilograms. The rather handsome male swordsman looked at the other petite junior sister and reached out to support her.
Looking over his shoulder, he comforted: "Don't cry! Senior brother is here! Senior brother will avenge you!"
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The white-haired old man adjusted his robes and looked at the thousands of disciples who had finished lining up and cheered up again, with a distressed look on his face.
He led his disciples and grandchildren on an expedition to this new paradise, but in less than a day, he lost more than a thousand people!
This is almost one-eighth of his men's combat strength! If he loses more, he will even ask the sect for help!
Thinking of this, the old man's face became more angry. What he wants to do now is revenge! Kill all the original natives in this world and avenge his dead disciples!
"Liu Qi! Take 500 people and move eastward! Kill gods when you encounter them, and eliminate demons when you encounter them!" Now that he had stabilized his position, the white-haired old man began to prepare for a counterattack.
His tactics are very simple, that is, attack from all directions and eradicate all the local bastards he sees, leaving no one behind!
The disciple whose name was called immediately stepped forward, clasped his fists, lowered his head and promised: "Disciple, take the order! Master, please be patient! Wait for the good news from the disciple!"
After that, he ordered 500 swordsmen and quickly left the temporary camp. The tents here had not been completely set up, and the surrounding fences had not been closed.
The reason why such a camp was built on the same spot was to temporarily house those injured fellow disciples - they had no awareness of avoiding the missile attack coordinates, so naturally they would not think of quickly changing their campsite.
Just when the white-haired old man was about to find another disciple and start attacking in another direction, he felt something coming quickly above his head!
"Again?" The old man in white furrowed his brows, raised his flying sword, and looked up at the sky. This time he planned to take action himself and have a good fight with the incoming weapons.
As a result, the incoming black objects, after quickly swooping close, exploded in the sky and turned into a ball of brilliant flames.
"That's it?" A thought suddenly popped into the mind of the old man in white. When he was ready for a big fight, the opponent's attack seemed to be no longer so sharp.
It's natural to think about it. If the opponent's attacks are always so terrifying, then he doesn't have to continue to fight in this battle.
As long as the fatal attacks like the first round are repeated a few more times, his old bones will probably have to be helped by others to collect the corpses.
Just when he thought of this, he suddenly felt that he had realized the truth: the first round of attacks destroyed the world, the second round of attacks was only extremely powerful, and the third round of attacks became so anticlimactic...
Isn't this just a one-stop effort that will fizzle out and be exhausted? The old man in white thinks that this is the normal way of thinking. The opponent's three axes have almost been used up!
Just when the old man in white felt that his opponent was finally exhausted, a swordsman in white suddenly felt that something was wrong with his body, close to the fireball that exploded dozens of meters in the air.
He looked up in horror at his fellow disciple opposite him, and found that the other party was covering his chest and looking at him in surprise.
"Something's wrong..." This was what he wanted to say, but in the ears of others not far away, his voice turned into gibberish: "Badaji..."
When he opened his mouth and wanted to continue speaking, saliva flowed down unconsciously. His facial muscles began to twitch, and his respiratory system began to stop working.
The other swordsman in white standing next to him had begun to vomit non-stop at this time, while the person further away began to feel that something was wrong with his body...
"Something's wrong!" Finally, several swordsmen in white who were farther away realized the seriousness of the problem and shouted the words that someone should have shouted long ago.