boom!
Li Yu's sword energy burst out from his body, and the aura of perfection in the fusion stage was clearly revealed.
The surviving member of the Heavenly Clan who was half a step away from the Tribulation Realm showed fear in his eyes and stepped back, trying to create some distance.
A dark light flashed in Li Yu's eyes, and he clasped his hands together, "Seal!"
The next moment, the void on both sides of the Half-Step Tribulation Realm Heavenly Descendant suddenly compressed, pressing his body into a piece of "thin paper", leaving only a pair of terrified eyes spinning wildly on the paper.
Li Yu swung out three more black sword shadows, and the "thin paper" was immediately split into six, and then turned into six pieces of flesh and blood scattered in the void.
“Senior Brother Yu!!”
Feng Yingxiu was surprised and happy. She didn't expect that Senior Brother Yu was not only alive, but his strength had also improved greatly compared to before.
There is no doubt that this must be the work of the sect leader’s senior brother!
As expected of the ancient sun god, he has endless ways to deal with things, he is so powerful!
Li Yu naturally didn't know what Feng Yingxiu was thinking. He dealt with a member of the Tianyi clan who was half a step away from the tribulation period, and immediately rushed to the next one without stopping.
After dying once, his strength has indeed improved greatly.
If it were before, he would at most be slightly stronger than Feng Yingxiu and be able to fight against the Tianyi clan alone, but he would definitely not be able to kill so easily.
This kind of progress is not reflected in the cultivation level, but in the sword intent.
He had been Li Xiaoliu for more than twenty years, and Xiang Sheng killed the Thousand-Faced Old Ghost for him to avenge his blood feud.
Once his knot in his heart was gone, his mind became ethereal and more in tune with the Void Sword Intent.
After returning from the Demon Sea, he followed his heart, abandoned his past, and continued to be the carefree "Li Xiaoliu" for sixty years.
Finally, five years ago, he took the last step, reached the state of perfection in sword intent, and condensed the sword soul ahead of time.
Afterwards, with the help of the Hunyuan Secret Realm, he made up for this shortcoming in his cultivation.
The Void Sword Intent is top-tier among the three grades, and the sword spirit alone is enough to rival an average Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivator.
How can the Tianyi clan, who are only half a step away from the tribulation period and have lost their heavenly line, be a match?
But in just a few moments, he killed most of them like cutting melons and vegetables.
The remaining survivors were terrified and tried their best to escape.
Feng Yingxiu and the others freed their hands and without saying a word, they all went to support the battlefield below.
The true disciples of the sect are still struggling to hold on to the battle situation, now is not the time to chat.
Zhang Wendao hid at the back and wanted to take advantage of the chaos to sneak into the battlefield below. Suddenly, his eyes blurred and his vision reversed. He saw a headless corpse amidst the spray of blood.
"That's... my physical body?!"
Zhang Wendao's eyes were filled with horror, his soul was trembling, and he wanted to struggle out from between his eyebrows, but his head was smashed to pieces by a black sword energy, and he lost all consciousness.
Li Yu retracted the nearly transparent black flying sword and took it into his body. He turned his eyes and looked coldly at the stunned Lin Wangchen.
"Letting him die quickly is already a mercy on my part. You should understand that."
Lin Wangchen naturally understood.
He was not blind, so he naturally saw that Zhang Wendao had deliberately let the Tianzu tribe attack Wen Ling as a gesture of goodwill to the Pantheon.
But he didn't expect that Zhang Wenda was killed by Li Yu with a single sword before he could be punished.
Zhang Wendao had brought shame to the Wuji Immortal Sect many times, and Lin Wangchen no longer had any feelings for him as a fellow disciple.
At this moment, apart from a little complexity in my heart, I feel more happy.
He glanced at Nian Wangzhen, who was still sealed underground, and bowed to Li Yu:
"Zhang Wendao deserves his punishment. Thank you, Senior Brother Li, for clearing the door for our sect."
Li Yu's expression relaxed slightly upon hearing this, and he flew straight towards the battlefield below.
Lin Wangchen shook off his distracting thoughts and followed immediately.
"Hahahaha, Second Brother, why don't we compete to see who kills the most!"
In the sky, Qingyu Bifang flew over the heads of the sword disciples, speaking human words while spitting out balls of green flames.
The flames didn't seem to have any smell of fireworks, but when they landed on the Tianyi people, they immediately ignited a fierce fire, burning them so hard that they screamed in pain.
Yao Xuanjia followed behind and saw Shui Yueyao having a lot of fun. He couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, but there was a hint of pampering in his eyes.
"Senior brother can't compare to you."
As he spoke, he dragged the transparent tortoise shell shadow behind him and continued to take away the disciples who were seriously injured on the battlefield.
"Is that Senior Sister Shui from Wuming Peak?"
"Senior Sister Shui's true form is the mythical beast Bifang?"
"And Senior Brother Yao's shadow of the black armor is exactly the same as Palace Master Xuan's!"
"Uncle Chen and Brother Yuan, who came back from the dead, are also from Wuming Peak."
“I thought the uncles from the eight main sword veins were already well hidden. They were all in the late stage of the fusion stage, which was much higher than the other two sects.
I didn't expect that Wuming Peak was the one hidden the deepest!"
"What about the Nameless Peak? Didn't it change its name before the war? It's the Eight Immortals Peak!"
"I think the name clearly has a deep meaning. Maybe it really is eight immortals who have ascended to heaven and come down to earth to save the people!"
“…”
The discussions among the monks on the battlefield became more and more outrageous, but the more outrageous it was, the faster it spread.
In less than an hour, the entire battlefield knew about the existence of "Eight Immortals Peak".
After this battle, the Sword Sect's Wuming Peak, which had been unknown for many years, was destined to become famous in Xizhou!
puff!
Somewhere on the battlefield, Xiang Jianjue had a cold expression on his face, and a single sword stabbed a severely injured member of the Tianyi clan, chilling him to the bone.
He put away his sword and turned around. Seeing the pale Tang Yin behind him, the coldness on his face disappeared for the most part, and he said softly, "Senior Sister, are you okay?"
When Tang Yin heard the word "Senior Sister", she felt that the pain in her wound was not so severe anymore. A smile spread across her face. "I'm fine. I'm sorry for worrying you, Junior Brother."
She looked up and saw the gorgeous green feathers of the Bifang. "Junior brother, I heard that Master is at the Eight Immortals Peak, is that correct?"
Xiang Jianjue nodded lightly, and also looked up, with a deep worry flashing in his eyes.
Uncle Feng hinted to him that his master had more important arrangements, so he thought of Wuming Peak.
But now everyone from Nameless Peak has appeared, and the war is almost over. Why is Master still not showing up?
In front of the stone wall of the tower.
Xue Jiushu sat high on the blood-red throne, watching thousands of the Tianyi people being slaughtered below, anger surging in her heart.
She didn't care about the lives of these thousands of Tianyi people, but that was after the victory of the war.
The war had only been going on for a day and a half, and she was already facing the dilemma of having no one available. How could she not be angry?
"Qin Tianque, do you really want to force me?" she said in a cold voice.
Qin Tianque pursed his lips and smiled: "Miss Xue, what did you misunderstand? It was you who forced our human race to this point, wasn't it?"
Xue Jiushu's eyes were filled with even more anger, and she took a deep breath: "Qin Tianque, I really don't understand.
Even if the human race in this world perishes, your existence will not be affected in any way. Why do you have to meddle in other people's affairs?"
Qin Tianque heard this and said, "If I were facing you from a hundred thousand years ago, I might explain a little bit, but now...
He shook his head slightly, a trace of pity in his eyes: "No matter how much I say, it's just like talking to a cow. Why waste my breath?"
Xue Jiushu seemed to be burned by the pity in his eyes. She stood up suddenly, her eyes blazing with anger:
"I hate preaching the most in my life!
Since you are still so stubborn, if I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time!
The Nine Heavenly Punishment is coming!"
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