The army of undead engulfed Luo Xuezong like a tide.
More than a hundred thousand sect disciples roared angrily, and also welcomed this unprepared battle.
As soon as the war started, the undead army fell into a disadvantageous situation and was suppressed and beaten by the disciples of the sect.
Those undead rushed into the battlefield brandishing dilapidated weapons, fighting like they didn't know how to live or die, and didn't understand fear.
If a person is more powerful when he is dead than when he was alive, then the world will really be in chaos.
But the undead army has a benefit that living people can never have, and that is immortality.
Those undead warriors had no martial arts and martial arts, only their own realm and physical fitness. They were knocked to the ground time and time again, but got up again and again.
During the initial confrontation, the disciples of the sect were in high spirits. They had done a big job before, and they massacred so many civilians with the Luoxue sect. It was the period of rising morale.
It's like a little hooligan who has just followed a big hooligan and successfully grabbed a ticket on the street. They are hyperactive, with a kind of arrogance that the world will give up to me.
But then, this momentum began to fade, when they discovered that this was a battle that was impossible to win.
When the undead warriors they smashed again and again got up from the ground again and again, jumped over and slashed at themselves with an axe, they began to panic and lose their minds.
If you find that your enemy cannot be killed no matter how hard you try, but your own physical and mental strength continue to decline as the battle continues, how will you feel
The army of undead charged three times, and three times they were blocked by a large number of sect disciples, but on the fourth time, they finally broke through the crowd!
"Damn, what kind of monsters are these! Why can't they be killed!"
"What the hell, I've chopped down this thing three times before, why is it standing up again now!"
The situation began to reverse, and the disciples of the sect couldn't bear it anymore, and gradually retreated steadily.
And those undead warriors seemed to have endless fighting spirit. They rushed into the crowd, quickly climbed, jumped, and charged, killing each and every sect disciple to the ground!
That senior brother Duanmu soared into the sky, the Xinghe bow in his hand kept shooting one after another, and the rounds of streamer arrows fell down, his eyes were red with blood.
And each round of arrows can kill at least ten undead warriors.
And the undead shot by Xuanpin Xinghe Bow cannot get up again, but Xiang Nan doesn't care at all.
His undead army has more than 100,000!
Immediately afterwards, a more terrifying and more desperate scene appeared.
Those sect disciples who were slashed to death also got up! They turned into undead, and turned to deal with Luoxuezong!
Our side did not decrease but increased, while the enemy retreated steadily.
After seeing such a scene, Senior Brother Duanmu and the other four masters at the first level of Creation were stunned.
puff!
A three-meter-tall undead warrior jumped up and split the sect disciple in half with a single blow.
And the two halves of the sect disciple squirmed a few times, glued together again, stood up and turned into an undead warrior, turned around, and began to slaughter his fellow sect.
That senior brother Duanmu was flying in mid-air, watching this scene, he felt his head buzzing, and said tremblingly: "Doomsday... this is the real doomsday."
Even more terrifying than massacre is transformation.
Xiang Nan looked at the undead army that was immortal and omnipotent, looked at the skeleton soldiers that were chopped up and reassembled one by one, as if he saw himself in the state of the undead.
After entering the undead state, just like them, they are all monsters without life and heartbeat, and cannot be killed no matter what.
Xiang Nan didn't feel the slightest joy or excitement, but only infinite sorrow in his heart.
This is not what he wants, he is a dignified and upright disciple of Haoran Sect, but now, he is forced to go on the wrong path.
The Sword of the Dead is heretical and evil. Every undead warrior who is hacked to death and revived will consume the power of the Sword of the Dead.
The sword of the dead, on the other hand, absorbs the vitality of the world from the surroundings to supplement the blade.
The Luoxue Sect, which was once condensed with aura and blessed by nature, has now turned into a strange mountain covered with gray stains!
"Why... why are you forcing me." Xiang Nan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
Why did you force me to go this far.
"There's something wrong with that kid!" Senior Brother Duanmu shouted suddenly, pointed at Xiang Nan in the sky, and shouted, "The sword in his hand! The sword in his hand is shining, it's an evil sword!"
"It must be because of that sword that he can't die. If everyone takes that sword away, he will no longer have the ability to resurrect infinitely!"
As soon as the words fell, hundreds of disciples of the sect all roared into the sky and rushed towards Xiang Nan.
Xiang Nan folded his hands behind his back, and the Sword of the Dead hovered beside him.
In the sky, thousands of flying undead rushed down and collided with the disciples who flew up.
At this time, Xiang Nan's undead army already had 150,000 people, while the disciples of the sect had reduced from 150,000 to 110,000!
Forty thousand disciples of the Martial Dao Sect were blood-stained by the Luoxue Sect, and the blood flowed like a red river.
In the sky, there was a huge gray vortex, as if it wanted to swallow everything up, it was slowly turning, pouring down overwhelming resentment.
"To control evil with evil is not what I want." Xiang Nan sighed, and said coldly, "But you just forced me, forcing me to use extreme means."
"Is it worth doing this?" From afar, Xiaohe looked at Xiang Nan sympathetically.
"It's worth it." Xiang Nan said firmly.
"Look at the faces of these people, look at their ferocious expressions, do I want to influence them with virtue and righteousness?"
"It's useless. Some people are born to like turmoil and create chaos."
Xiang Nan narrowed his eyes: "There is always someone who will stand up to deal with them. If this person must be me, I will not hesitate."
"Even if I bear the infamy of tens of thousands of generations, even if I am cast aside by the world, I will admit it."
As he spoke, Xiang Nan raised the Sword of the Dead high and said, "I want it, blood! Wash! Fall! Snow! Zong!"
"I want them to taste the feeling of being slaughtered by despair! Let these damned scumbags taste the pain of being cut open by a cold blade!"
"Kill me!!"
With Xiang Nan on its back, the Frost Dragon swooped down towards the judgment stand.
The giant dragon opened its icy mouth, and flitted across the air with a whoosh, an astonishing cold air spewed out of its mouth.
Wherever the cold air passed, a road of frost was left behind, and all the sect disciples on the road were frozen into icicles in an instant!
Snapped!
Xiang Nan snapped his fingers, and the icicles shattered into pieces of ice all over the ground.
"You crooked way! You don't deserve to be a sect disciple!" Brother Duanmu roared at Xiang Nan in the air ahead.
Xiang Nan's eyes turned cold, and he shouted: "I am not worthy, but you are even more unworthy!"
"Facing those unarmed ordinary people, have you ever been soft! Have your conscience been condemned!"
"Let me tell you, today, I'm here to fuck you!"
"Even if I degenerate into a ghost, I will drag you into hell together!"