The speed of the sword light is not only far beyond the limit of human vision. Even the spiritual senses of the many seventh-level powerhouses around them could only sense a little bit of them, and they didn't know the details.
A few rays of white light only flashed away, and then they were collected into Zong Shou's sleeves again.
When Yuan Jiuchen's head flew up, Wu Zi no longer knew he was dead. It wasn't until he rolled several times in the air and saw his headless body that he showed a look of shock, panic and despair.
Then the other end landed on the ground and was immediately trampled to pieces by thousands of horse hooves in the fierce battle!
Ji Lingzi next to him roared even more, full of lack of confidence.
This is Xuantiewen Shanjia! It's called the eighth level, but it's actually a spiritual weapon that can be compared to a magic weapon! How could it be crushed so easily
He had expected that Tan Qiu had mastered the ultimate sword intention. When the cavalry dueled, his strength would be incredible, enough to influence the situation of the battle. Only then did he and Yuan Jiuchen receive this sect's most important treasure in order to withstand the impact of Tan Qiu.
But what are those white lights? Why was it so easy to cut open the Xuantie Wenshan Armor? How is this possible
A look of contempt flashed across Zong Shou's eyes, and then everything returned to normal.
The red sword in his hand swung out again, slashing through the gap exposed after Yuan Jiuchen's death.
At this moment, Zong Shou finally felt a huge idea coming from a distance, intending to break through into the illusory formation.
It was so huge, with a hint of anxiety, that it wanted to completely crush the small space!
Zong Shou narrowed his eyes slightly and chuckled again. That's right, with so many sixth-level elite disciples, how could the Tailing Sect not care
But at this moment, it's too late!
Twenty years ago, how many heroes died in the hands of Tailing Sect
If he wants to let these people go, even if his Zong Shou is willing, the nine hundred disciples of the Cangshengdao behind him will never be willing!
I am about to use these 1,600 heads to comfort the heroic spirits!
Strongly resisting the pressure of the soul thought, the sword light in his hand was wrong, and another Heavenly Martial Sect who was caught off guard was killed directly!
Zong Shou's figure also passed by the desperate Ji Lingzi. Like a peerless sword, it breaks into the Zixiao Sword Cavalry's cavalry formation!
The red sword in his hand was swung again, extremely brilliant and brilliant. And when the sword light came out, the sword broke and the armor cracked, causing pieces of blood to rain!
The shadows of the blades intertwined, making a continuous "clang" sound, and countless sparks shot out everywhere along with the strength.
Swords cut against each other, armor clashed with armor. The moment the two cavalry teams completely met, it was as if two torrents of metal collided in one place. There were the neighing sounds of silver-scaled windwalkers and purple-winged lizards everywhere.
This time, nine hundred red swords were swung in unison, as thick and majestic as a mountain, and condensed into one body.
Every time it was slashed, there was a dull and harsh metal collision sound! Nine hundred sword rays, only a few slashes. The more than a thousand Zixiao Sword Riders were almost completely cut in half!
And when the two iron cavalry finally passed by each other. On the ground, nearly nine hundred corpses were already lying. Their armor was all broken and their bodies were mutilated. There were also some purple-winged lizards and silver-scaled wind-walking beasts, still alive and wailing. The dazzling plasma almost completely dyed the small patch of ground red.
There are eight hundred and sixty-four, which are the Tailing Sect's Zixiao Sword Cavalry and some of Tailing's elite disciples mixed within.
On this side of Cangsheng Road, there are more than forty people.
When the entire cavalry team made a gorgeous change of direction and turned around. Zong Shou looked at the corpses with a silent expression.
In this battle, he still couldn't do it and save all his men's lives.
But these forty people should be the final sacrifices.
Behind him, dozens of Cangsheng Dao disciples all had red eyes.
Those who died in the battle just now were all common people's Xuanlong warriors. Less than half of the Taoist soldiers of these sects died blocking their swords!
I also know why. Among the common people, most of the Dao soldiers have exhausted their potential and cannot make any breakthroughs. However, they have a bright future and can advance to the seventh or eighth level, or even step into the gate of immortality -
Only this makes people's hearts throb even more, and their inner beings are burning!
I felt ashamed and angry, and there was a heavy pressure on my shoulders.
If there is no achievement in this life, how can one cope with the death of these fellow disciples? If we don't kill one or two Tailing Sect disciples, how can we deal with their spirits in heaven
On the opposite side, there were less than 800 purple-armored knights left. After the impact, they no longer had the courage to turn back and fight. They ran frantically towards the exit on the other side of the Black Spirit Valley Road.
Zong Shou, on the other hand, was not anxious. He took his time at first and organized the cavalry formation while running.
Then it accelerated suddenly! Followed away.
At this time, Ji Lingzi's expression was more than ugly. Just when the Han King's subordinates were withdrawing, he finally thought of the function of this inverted phaseless formation.
Not only can it prevent the powerful men of the sect from penetrating their spiritual consciousness, but it can also cause hallucinations to appear in front of their eyes.
—In their eyes, so are these purple-winged lizards!
I didn't feel it when the iron cavalry collided before, but now, I always walk abnormally from time to time.
There is clearly a flat land in front of you, but when you look at it, there are always bulges. Or simply a rock appears in front of you. Sometimes the result is exactly the opposite, completely hiding those obstacles and avoiding their perception.
As a result, the speed of the entire cavalry could never be increased to the extreme. On the contrary, behind them, the eight hundred Mysterious Dragon Warriors were constantly chasing after him!
If this continues, they will be caught up sooner or later! They will be massacred one after another by these common people Xuanlong warriors!
He howled unwillingly and turned sharply. The entire cavalry team completed the turn in a blink of an eye.
But at this time, the eight hundred and fifty red cavalry also arrived. The sword light transformed into a dragon, smashing their formation into pieces!
The eight hundred and fifty red swords were swung together again, and all fell down. After the harsh sound of metal cutting, flesh and blood splattered! Countless armor fragments were flying everywhere.
When these eight hundred and fifty red cavalrymen once again stepped over hundreds of flesh and blood corpses, not a single one of them died.
Of the Tailing Sect disciples, there are less than 200 remaining! And most of them had their mounts injured!
Zong Shou used the fifth-level silver-scaled wind-walking beast under him, gradually slowing down the riding speed, and then turned around with an indifferent expression.
At this time, the majestic thoughts in the sky were even more anxious and crazy. The intention came here, but it was constantly blocked by another force that was not inferior to it, or even superior, making it impossible to succeed.
It's just that the aftermath of the soul thoughts seeps into this person who is upside down and has no phase, making people feel frightened.
Zong Shou didn't care at all and raised the red giant sword in his hand again. Pointing from a distance to the remaining Tailing Sect disciples and Ji Ling who was still alive.
"-If there is anyone among you who is willing to lay down your sword and swear to leave the Tailing Sect, I will spare your life today!"
That Ji Lingzi felt abnormal tightness in his chest and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
This kid is going too far! He had said this sentence before, but Tan Qiu only changed a few words and said it exactly as it was!
But at that time, he was confident. But at this moment, he was as panic-stricken as a bereaved dog!
Besides despair, there is still despair!
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In the sky, there were several explosions from time to time, and countless thunder flashed in the heavy rain.
Fang Wen and Han Fang could no longer survive in the gap between time and space. He took Shi Ruolan and returned to the cloud world together.
"I see that Qiu Yunzi is going crazy with worry now."
Fang Wen looked into the distance and saw patches of dark clouds in front of him, making it difficult to see clearly. But for him, it is not difficult.
The place where Han Fang and Qiu Yunzi fought was in that thundercloud, which was constantly roaring, becoming more and more crazy and louder every time.
In just a few battles, the small piece of time and space threatened to collapse. Every time, it stirs up the storm and shakes the world.
It also made him completely unable to grasp the mystery, which made Fang Wen sigh.
As far as he knew, Han Fang was a powerful person at the peak of the divine realm. Now, he is the peak of the ninth level - Lingwu Zun, the most powerful person in the cloud world.
But after entering the immortal path, you still need to cross the spiritual realm and fairyland before you can enter the divine level!
But if these three realms are further subdivided like the three realms of human, earth and heaven, there will be a gap of nine levels!
Sure enough, the difference in strength is to an unimaginable level.
"If it were me, I would be worried! The 1,400 Zixiao Sword Cavalry here alone is almost one-third of the number of Tailing Sect. The loss of those two hundred disciples will be even more serious. As for the vitality, it may become a fault in Tailing Sect, and I don’t know how long it will take to repair it.”
Han Fang stood beside him with his hands folded. After hearing this, he smiled and turned his head: "It's better not to look at it. If you look at it too much, it will affect your state of mind. If Tan Qiu is here, he knows the soul of the sword, and he might be able to gain some enlightenment."
Fang Wen raised his eyebrows, but he didn't feel dissatisfied. As expected, he stopped looking and looked down again.
"This inverted phaseless formation laid out by Grandmaster Uncle is really sad! It certainly blocked Qiu Yunzi's spiritual consciousness from the outside. But you and I can't understand it now. I really don't know what's going on inside. What happened?"
"What's there to worry about?"
Han Fang shook his head disapprovingly: "From the moment the King of Han withdrew his troops, Junior Brother, he has a certain chance of winning! His swordsmanship is psychic, he is unparalleled in the battle, and there are seven alien species from heaven and earth. No matter what Tailing Sect has behind him, You can handle it with all your hands. You only need to worry about how much the loss of my Cangshengdao disciples will be. These are truly talented people. I originally planned to give it a try and come back after a little experience. I didn’t plan to succeed. I didn’t want to be unintentional. Planting willows and willows will create shade, the master's brother is actually able to turn over the clouds and settle this matter——"
Just as he was talking, Han Fang suddenly let out a startled cry and looked up into the sky.