Chapter 39-First Battle Victory
"Tie Niu! Protect the flanks! Su Tang and Xiao Lu follow!" Xie Zhao spoke quickly, and his figure flashed out like a ghost. The Jinghong Fu pen dotted, drew, and hooked, and extremely concealed binding runes were like invisible silk threads, accurately wrapping around those monks who were not affected by the poisonous fog and tried to attack them!
Tie Niu roared, blocking Su Tang and Bai Xiaolu like a human fortress! He clenched his fists, unleashing a burst of brute force, his muscles bulging! Facing the incoming flying swords and fireballs, he didn't dodge or evade!
Ding! Ding! Boom!
The flying sword pierced his bronze skin, leaving only a shallow white mark before being deflected! The fireball hit his crossed arms, exploding in a burst of flames, but it didn't even singe a hair on his body!
He grabbed a piece of gravel as big as a millstone from the ground with his backhand and threw it at a monk in the distance who was concentrating on a big move like a cannonball!
"Get out of the way! Don't block the way!" The monk was frightened out of his wits by the whistling boulder and hurriedly interrupted his spell to avoid it!
Su Tang, like a nimble rabbit, used the Iron Bull and the broken wall as cover, her psychic eyes locked onto the battle situation! She quickly transmitted the "weaknesses" and "targets" she had analyzed to Xie Zhao and Luo Hongyi through the soul link!
"Second Brother! The one in the blue robe on the left front, the spiritual energy flowing through the Tanzhong acupoint has a 0.3 breath delay!"
"Senior Sister Luo! Of the three clustered together in the right rear, the one in the middle has the weakest resistance to the Michelia poison!"
White Deer commanded the Moon-Eating Rabbit, which nervously followed behind Iron Ox. The rabbit's ruby eyes fixed on a monk who was trying to attack from the side, and its dark mouth suddenly opened!
A weak devouring force erupted! The monk's fine iron sword instantly slipped out of his hand and was sucked into the rabbit's mouth while spinning!
"Crunch!" The Moon-Eating Rabbit chewed twice, spat out a small piece of twisted scrap metal with disgust, and burped. The monk looked at the weapon in his hand, only the hilt remaining, with a look of confusion on his face.
He didn't participate in this efficient "clearing." Like a ghost, he wandered the fringes of the chaotic battlefield. His black robes loomed in the yellow sand. His target was clear—those "top contenders" with powerful auras, clearly at the peak of the Golden Core stage, or even at the Half-Step Nascent Soul stage!
His movements seemed slow, but he was always able to accurately avoid all stray arrows and explosions.
The Frost Silence Sword wasn't even unsheathed, but was held upside down in his hand.
Every time he approached his target, the aura that had been restrained to the extreme would suddenly burst out! Like an icy blade suddenly lit up in the darkness!
Just a slight leak of breath!
Those "seed players" who were targeted, no matter they were in a fierce battle or preparing for a sneak attack, felt as if their souls were pierced by invisible ice needles!
Their movements froze instantly, and a fear from the depths of their souls gripped them instantly! It was as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast from the ancient wilderness!
When masters compete, victory or defeat often takes only a moment!
Just as their momentary fear and stiffness revealed a flaw—
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
Chu Linyuan's figure passed by like a ghost! The Frost Silence scabbard transformed into an icy black line, accurately hitting their necks, dantian, or the wrist joints holding the weapons!
There was no earth-shaking collision, no gorgeous sword light.
There were only dull sounds, like heavy objects falling to the ground.
Those "seed players" who were picked out felt as if their bones had been pulled out. Without even a groan, their vision went dark and they collapsed to the ground, completely losing their fighting power. They didn't even see who had made the move!
Chu Linyuan's figure remained steadfast, like a grim reaper walking on the edge of a storm. Every brief burst of energy and flick of his scabbard accurately dispatched a potentially powerful threat. The red tassel at his waist, moving at high speed, left a stubborn scar across the yellow sand.
Under Xie Zhao's control, Luo Hongyi's poison attack, Tie Niu's defense, Su Tang's assistance, Bai Xiaolu and Tutu's unexpected interference, and Chu Linyuan's silent "beheading", the area where the five people from Guixu Sect were located was like an efficiently operating meat grinder!
They do not actively expand their territory, but only defend a corner and eliminate all enemies who dare to approach in the most labor-saving and low-key (?) way!
In the chaotic battlefield, this corner of the broken wall actually formed a strange "safe zone" and "death restricted zone"!
When the fighting in the No. 7 fighting arena gradually subsided and the yellow sand slowly fell.
Behind the broken wall, the five people from Guixu Sect stood intact.
At their feet and within a ten-foot radius, no fewer than a hundred monks lay sprawled and scattered! Some were unconscious, some paralyzed and grinning foolishly, some had withered skin, and some stared blankly at their vanished weapons...
In the center of the arena in the distance, among the top 100 figures who finally stood still, many were injured and their breathing was disordered. They looked towards the "death restricted zone" of Guixu Sect with eyes full of fear and disbelief.
In their first battle, they declared a complete victory in the unique Guixu Sect style! Low-key? Absolutely not! It was simply their "high profile," filled with poison, bludgeons, sneak attacks, and the deepest fear in their souls!
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