"Sword up!"

The bald old man shouted, and the sword body of Qianzhang skyrocketed twice, with a little flame at the top.

"Slash!"

Another shout, thousands of cultivators joined forces, the ancient sword raised its head, and the old man on the left and right volleyed into the air, and his face was gloomy at the same time. At the same time, thousands of monks waved their swords in unison and shouted loudly.

"Slash!"

Huaguang moved forward, and there was no way to stop it except to resist its powerful power. In the line of sight, I saw a wall of light spreading, and the black wind gusted on both sides and up and down, and there were living creatures, broken corpses, fragments, and meteorites passing by, all of which were strangled into pieces by the black wind and sucked into an invisible mouth.

It is worth mentioning that the ancient sword itself is a magic weapon, and it is also a large array that gathers the efforts of countless people, and the corresponding sacrificial sword art is divided into three layers, and the symbol of the perfect sacrificial sword is that the body is surrounded by thousands of feet of fire, and even the sword body is ten thousand zhang long;

The starry sky is vast, there are many strong people, and the sense of human crisis is very strong, the original intention of creating this giant sword is to fight against the true spirit, and set the power of ten thousand cultivators to cast a spell, and lock the opponent at the same time with the sword, unless it can clear all the spiritual consciousness of the sacrificial sword monk at one time, and it cannot be hidden.

The price of the perfect sacrificial sword is too great, the number of people present today is not enough, and the cultivation is not neat, forcibly urging, I am afraid that it will kill many people. For example, now, among the monks who participated in the sword sacrifice, the sheng cultivators were all sluggish, and the aura of the catastrophe was churning; as the person who presided over the sword intent, the two old men of the Nirvana realm on the left and right contributed the most, and the divine light in their eyes was dim and depressing, as if there was a big battle.

The largest number of Avatar Cultivators, now they are almost out of strength, and they can be killed by any person.

Huge efforts in exchange for huge power, as soon as the giant sword came out, the heavens and the earth lost color, and immediately attracted everyone's attention. At this moment, time seems to stand still, space no longer flows, tens of thousands of miles of battlefield everyone is watching, and the people who fight the law temporarily stop and look at the same side.

Even the thunder in the sky. It's also a meal.

Under the thunderstorm, the group of cultivators changed color, and Thirteen Lang slowly straightened his waist, his eyes contracted.

He thought that the sword was not only used as a flying magic weapon, but also knew that it must have earth-shattering damage, but he didn't expect that it could lock the space, with a range of more than 10,000 miles.

In other words, judging by the speed of the ancient sword and the distance between the two sides, even if you don't resist, start running from now on. There are very few people on the Wild Spirit Land who can escape from the black wind.

You can't escape, can you resist it?

Cluster Cultivation, Demons, Xuan Bing, and Crazy Spirit Land, together with the Wild Spirit Land, can they offset the powerful power of that giant sword and resolve this almost devastating kill.

"War, there is always a time when it is hard to fight, whether it is life or death, it is all in one blow. ”

Get up and raise your eyebrows. Thirteen Lang's expression turned flat, and he spoke quietly.

"Everyone. Let's get the real thing. ”

"He has a giant sword, I have the earth ice, he has a thousand people, we have ten thousand demons, ten million times, I don't believe that I can't fight that broken sword!"

"Life and death. After death, breaking the sword is like life and robbery, and there must be a feeling. ”

The opposite side was cold, and all the spirits under him were hesitating, and Thirteen Lang's expression suddenly turned sharp. Drink and speak.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The sword intent is coming, the killing machine is enveloping the whole territory, everyone knows that the decisive battle is coming, in fact, there is no need for anyone to deliberately order, no one needs to mobilize hard, the mad spirit ground group cultivation force, ten thousand demons are hideous, and they start to cast spells crazily.

"The fate of the clan is one, combined!"

With a roar, the long-legged banshee roared at the sky, and the 300,000 demon insects under her command gathered and turned into a hundred-foot gun.

"Bloody rage, open!"

The fierce madman opened his hands widely, and the seven hundred and eighty-seven bloodhorned lizards of the whole clan broke their top horns and gathered into a blood-colored aura.

"Bone Hell, Hades!"

The knee-holding old man jerked off his legs and combined them with the whole clan to form the strongest blow.

The first to act is the demon beast, each transformed demon cultivator, the moment it becomes a human form, it automatically comprehends a heavy talent of the race, no matter how strong or weak, the unified feature is that it can gather the strength of the whole clan, and the more the number, the stronger the strength, there is no limit. It's a pity that this talent is the same as the monk's Taoism, it needs to be cultivated slowly to exert its strongest power, but its use often requires the life of the clan to fill in, and no one is willing to use it lightly.

Taking a step back, they had only been transforming for less than a day, and even if they wanted to, they didn't have time to hone it.

There is no way to improve without using nature, so for demon cultivators, at best, they can concentrate the power of the race and exert it, and then they will be like those god-transforming monks on the opposite side, compared to the monks, they can quickly make up for it through the guò pill, even if they can't recover their full strength, they can also have some combat power, and the demon beasts don't have such conditions, so they can only cultivate slowly.

That doesn't matter.

In short, the killing machine is in front of you, you can't escape it, if you don't fight it, can you stretch your neck and wait for death? Just as Shisanlang said, in a war, no matter how great the advantage and how deep the strategy of one side is, in the end, it still depends on the sword, the fist, and the strength.

"There is death in this battle, and human cultivation takes the lead!"

There was a high-spirited roar above his head, and Thirteen Lang passed the military order again: "All demon clan Taoist friends, do your best, retreat three hundred miles!"

So what are you hesitating about!

Suddenly responded, dozens of rays of light burst out like meteors, and then, nearly a hundred demon cultivators rolled their bodies, leading the entire clan to retreat to the center of the mad spirit land, and on the contrary, thousands of monks struggled forward and gathered their arrows again.

With the induction of the thirteen langs, he knew that this distance would not affect the ball, and if it was broken deeper by the giant sword, this "treasure of the earth" that evolved from the body of the mad spirit would be fundamentally destroyed, and the ball would also suffer from it, and it would be extremely difficult to recover.

In addition, there is another point, until the battle has been fought so far, Elder Cheng has not participated from beginning to end, because he has to do an extremely important and important matter related to the overall situation, if he is destroyed by the giant sword, his previous achievements will be wasted.

"Three hundred miles, this is the limit!"

Thinking in his heart, Shisanro glanced up at the thunderstorm that was about to take shape, and knew that it was difficult for him to spare his energy to make a move.

It is not possible to cross the tribulation, because the realm is not enough to give full play to the potential of the heavens, and it is not possible to cross the tribulation, and being distracted in the middle of the tribulation is almost like looking for death. It shouldn't be, this battle is not in time, so I can only grit my teeth and hold on.

Divide a divine sense and look at the beast ring, Xiao Bu is sleeping, fat, and the queen ant are cramping Yes, the fusion of the two phases is not cultivation. There is no need to sleep, but there will be a process of body and soul. Xiao Bu is not able to absorb the Qi of the Origin in thirty or fifty years, and as for Chubby and the Queen Ant, they may be able to jump out to join the war in the next moment, and they may never wake up. Not surely.

Helplessly waved his hand, the white light was dazzling, the white-haired dog showed off his might, and the divine horse was very.

"Wow!"

The mad spirit's side was silent for a hundred years, and the mocking wind that absorbed the soul of the entire silver dragon flickered out, and the aura was as restrained as the vast abyssal sea, and with the current vision of Thirteen Lang, he couldn't even see through what level it was.

"Boss Su, Your Highness. on!"

"Wow!"

"Haha, it's finally my turn to come out!"

There were two soft sounds, and a faint ripple swept away, and the Third Highness disappeared like water. In comparison, the bald strong man looked extraordinarily flamboyant, and strode out with a long smile, facing the black wind, circling the giant sword, and rushing straight towards the group of sword cultivators who were nervously watching. The three elders laughed and scolded.

"Grandchildren, come, come, come. Let's go together!"

Countless people were stunned in all directions.

"What is he doing?" asked the old man on the left, confused.

"I don't know. The old man on the right shook his head blankly.

"Is it the power of contract, the lord dies and the servant dies? ”

The bald old man thought silently and suddenly realized.

"Knowing that he can't live, he wants to die. ”

The greatsword was heavy, and it didn't look too fast. However, in fact, the moment when nearly a hundred demon cultivators retreated and the monks rushed forward, the sword blade flames were already approaching, and a huge piece of Xuan Ice was in front of them.

It can be regarded as an unintentional willow insertion. When the yin was sprinkled, Thirteen Lang didn't expect that there would be a scene in front of him. Add a layer of protection to the Wild Spiritlands out of thin air.

"Shhh

Like a red-hot soldering iron thrown into the water, the fog instantly filled the entire field of vision, and there was a white scene in front of him, with a line of red light in it, breaking forward at a very fast speed.

No one has ever seen such a scene, looking at it from a distance, it is like a set of wild dragons carrying clouds and mist, roaring and rushing through the pass;

"Ho!"

After breaking the ice, the black wind blew in his face, and the wild spirit ground screamed, and the group of cultivators lost their color, and they were all gloomy.

I knew that the giant sword was powerful, but I didn't expect it to be so big! From beginning to end, people had a judgment in their hearts that the ice shield transformed by the Xuan Ming was the main force to intercept the giant sword, and even if it couldn't stop it, at least dissipate most of its might. Now it seems that everything is wrong, thousands of zhang great sword passed by, not only did the speed not decrease much, but even the black wind and the flames around it did not change much

How can this be fought?

If you can't fight, you have to fight!

The arrow is on the string, and it can't help but be sent, the moment the red mang broke through the mist and revealed its grandeur, nearly a hundred demon cultivators roared in unison, and the racial talent that had been suppressed for a long time exploded at the same time, heading head-on.

A spear hundreds of feet long, gathered by hundreds of thousands of demon insects.

A sand ring thousands of feet wide and covered in blood.

White miserable, a bone demon connected by countless bones dug up.

The iron-backed bear with a height of tens of meters, the snake of Bashan coiling continuously, the vicious dog with fangs, and the shadow dragon floating like a ghost are dragon creatures that were killed by the mad spirit countless years ago, and then because the mad spirit itself is not destroyed, it is derived from the mutated demon.

Each is the power of the whole clan, and each is sacrificing his life to kill, one after another dà force collides with the blade of the sword, shattering the bones, and destroying all directions, leaving no wreckage behind.

The tragic and desolate scene, others didn't know how to feel when they saw it, fell into the eyes of the Canglang monk, and a painting suddenly appeared in his mind.

On the Qing River, the Taoist Courtyard Heaven, the Golden Crow vs. the Two-Headed Snake.

Dozens of robberies fell from the sky, and the power of the human world erupted one after another, smashing a footnote for the battle of the true spirit.

At the beginning, the ants fought the sky, because of the disparity in strength, but they couldn't feel the meaning, but now the group of cultivators are powerful, looking back, what kind of pride, what kind of arrogance and feelings.

"Roar!"

Dozens of flesh and blood spells collapsed under the sword, and nearly a million creatures were slaughtered with one blow, and the monks in the world rose up instead. Facing the sword body as powerful as the sky, I don't know who jumped up first, and the Dao Dao figures behind him followed, one by one bounced into the air like a flea, and moved forward.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. ”

In the distant sky, the two elders on the left and right put down their worries and sneered, and the bald old man looked indifferent, looking at the indomitable appearance of the giant sword, frowning slightly.

"Strange, isn't it too smooth?"

(To be continued......)