At this time, Zhenwu Saint.
"What does Fen Jing Sheng say? Can you send someone to support us?"
The leader of the Yao Chi Saint team is Qing Zhu Zhenren, who is in the Dongxu realm.
In addition, there are six people in the Dongxu realm.
Today, these Dongxu realms are the last and most core force of the Yaochi Holy Land.
In fact, she didn't understand why Yuyao Zhenren ordered an attack on Zhenwu Sheng at this time.
After all, Yao Chi Saint's strength is no longer equal to Fen Jing's, and it is time for him to retire and cultivate himself.
"Replying to the Immortal, Fen Jing Sheng refused."
"Well, that's expected." Master Qingzhu asked the disciple who came forward to report to retreat with a grim look on his face.
Given the current situation, if she were Master Fen Jing, would she choose to sit back and watch the tigers fight and reap the benefits?
"Master, you are so confused..." Qingzhu sighed secretly in his heart.
After this battle, even if Yao Chi Saint defeated Zhen Wu Saint, he would certainly be seriously injured.
Whether or not the old monk Fenye will turn hostile will depend entirely on your mood...
"Where does your confidence come from? Is it this mysterious seed?"
Master Qingzhu looked at the glowing seed in his hand, which was as big as a baby's fist, and muttered to himself.
This was the mysterious seed bestowed upon them by True Man Yuyao before they set out.
According to Master Yuyao, this seed can be a powerful helper to them at the critical moment, and they only need to be taken when the battle situation is urgent.
Even with nearly two thousand years of cultivation, Qingzhu Zhenren couldn't tell what kind of spiritual object this seed was.
But since it was Master Yuyao who spoke, she just had to believe it.
At this moment, the battle in front of the True Martial Saint has entered a white-hot stage. In a one-on-one battle, a Yao Chi Saint in the Dongxu Realm is generally not a match for a True Martial Saint in the Dongxu Realm. But who made it possible for the Yao Chi side to have two more Dongxu Realm warriors?
"Master Yuyao said that if you surrender obediently, you can still live!"
Lingxu Zhenren, who was at the sixth level of Dongxu, stepped on Zhenwu Sheng’s first level of Dongxu Jianxiu and sneered, “Even if you don’t do this for yourselves, please think about your disciples and grandchildren. Zhenwu Sheng has many young and talented disciples. Isn’t it a pity that they are all executed because of you old guys?”
"My True Martial Saint ancestor was killed by you, right?" The Dongxu sword cultivator had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He stared at the enemy with sharp eyes and said word by word: "As for me, the True Martial Saint, I can only live standing up, not die on my knees!"
"Form a formation——!"
Countless overlapping roars rang out in front of the Zhenwu Mountain gate, like rocks hitting a huge bell, shaking the clouds and mist in the sky apart.
The autumn wind was getting stronger, and thousands of Zhenwu disciples formed a sword formation.
In front of the sword formation stood a sword cultivator with a head full of black hair dancing wildly behind him, but his hair was gradually turning gray in the bleak wind.
His orifices were bleeding, but the sword in his hand was pointed straight toward the sky.
His blood was blown away by the wind, and his strength was infusing the formation with his burning soul.
"Today, I, Wang Qianlin, am willing to sacrifice my soul to draw on the power of heaven to fight for a glimmer of hope for the True Martial Saint!"
The sky seemed to sense something, with rumbling thunder and dark clouds.
It was he who contacted Li Ziping before.
But the battle situation changed rapidly and took a turn for the worse. There was no time to wait for Li Ziping and Zhang Mengchu to come back.
In a blacksmith shop on earth, a craftsman who was taking a nap at noon was suddenly awakened by the sound of clanging. When he opened his eyes, he saw that several swords that he had just made suddenly fell from the wall, and then under an inexplicable gravitational force, they pierced through the roof and flew into the air with a "whoosh".
On a battlefield somewhere, the armies of two countries were facing each other from a distance, and two generals were dueling in front of the battle formation. Suddenly, the swords on their waists flew out of their hands and flew to the east. Countless soldiers exclaimed behind them. The two men turned their heads and saw a black group of swords flying in the sky above the army formation, like a rainstorm rolling back.
Zhenwu Saint Sect, Luoyue Sword Manor, Shadow Sword Sect… In all the sects related to swords, the broken swords in the sword tombs trembled and pulled out, breaking through the air towards Zhenwu Saint Sect. In the forest filled with dead leaves, the ancient sword that had been buried under the mud for who knows how many years vibrated violently, broke out again, and joined the mighty team of flying swords in the sky.
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Before the Zhenwu Saint, ten thousand swords hover in the air.
These tens of thousands of swords embody the will of Wang Qianlin and the will of thousands of Zhenwu disciples.
Wang Qianlin stood in front of the formation, his breath had stopped, but his figure remained standing like a pine tree.
This sword formation should have been controlled by a Mahayana master like Zhang Yibai to unleash its full power.
At this moment, Wang Qianlin activated the sword formation with the meager strength of him and the Zhenwu disciples, but he was unable to kill any of the Yao Chi Saints and Dongxu strongmen present.
But there is no need to kill, just repel.
When Li Ziping and Zhang Mengchu come back, they will pick up the sword he left at his feet and ask for an explanation from the Yao Chi demon.
“Start!” The sword array roared with a crying voice, like a falcon weeping blood in the sky.
Tens of thousands of flying swords fell like a torrential rain, covering the area where the Saint of Yao Chi was.
With the help of the Zhenwu Sect-protecting Sword Formation, the flying sword fell faster and faster, the tip of the sword striking the air and creating sparks, bringing with it a strong wind and a roar like thunder. They fell from great heights, piercing through countless layers of the air, whistling and trembling, with an unstoppable sharp momentum, as if even if the barrier before them was a strong pass or a vital point, they could easily penetrate it!
The flying sword fell.
Master Qingzhu stepped forward and took the sword head-on.
Her life-defining magic weapon is also a sword—a soft sword that can be wrapped around her waist.
When the sword was drawn, the soft sword was as hard as a rock, and when the swords collided, there was an explosion like thunder shattering rocks.
Master Qingzhu took a step back.
Then the second flying sword fell.
This time she took two steps back.
The third sword, the fourth sword... By the time she received the fortieth sword, her wrist was numb and her breathing was unstable.
If she is like this, the other Yao Chi elders will not get any benefits.
As for cultivators below the Void Realm, they would be exhausted after receiving at most three strikes.
If he were to achieve the state of harmony with the Dao, he would not be able to block even a single sword attack and would be blown to pieces by the flying sword in an instant.
"Retreat quickly!" Master Qingzhu gave the order.
Yuyao and the others retreated outside the formation, looking at the sword lights falling from the sword formation from afar. True Man Qingzhu had a gloomy face, but he comforted the disciples around him: "The centipede is dead but not stiff. This protective sword formation is extremely powerful and cannot last for a long time. It also has a limited coverage area. We just need to withdraw from the Zhenwu Saint Formation and wait for the sword formation to run out of energy before attacking again!"
"What if they sacrifice another Dongxu to activate the sword formation?" asked an elder.
True Man Qingzhu shook his numb arms, sheathed his sword, and snorted coldly: "If the True Martial Saint had such courage, we wouldn't have to take action. By then, all the True Martial Saints would be dead, wouldn't that just achieve our goal?"
And just when everyone in Yao Chi Saint Hall was waiting silently.
That which is covered by the sword formation is within the attack range.
Somewhere in space suddenly fluctuated for a moment.
Leading the way, Li Ziping was the first to walk out of the space crack.
The sound of swords rang in my ears.
He was confused and just as he looked up, a flying sword came towards him.
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