"Take this blow from your grandpa Guan! Drink!"
He swung the long sword in his hand, and the sharp and powerful sword energy came towards the opponent with a whoosh. The momentum was so fierce, like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable!
The sword fell with great force and ferocity. The powerful sword energy and the strong fighting spirit burst out from him. Lord Yuan Ling's heart stagnated and he instinctively wanted to avoid it, but he didn't expect that the speed of dodging was still not faster than the falling blade.
"ah!"
A shrill scream suddenly rang out, and an arm was chopped off and flew out, spinning several times in the air before being thrown into the sea. The bloody red blood splashed out at that moment, falling from mid-air to the sea surface, like bits of blood plum blossoming in the sea, and then disappearing in an instant.
The sound of the war drums suddenly stopped at this moment, as if they had not expected such a scene. The three monks beating the drums stared with wide eyes, and their hands that were beating the drum also stopped.
"Hiss! Guan Xilin! I cannot coexist with you!"
Lord Yuan Ling screamed and roared, his voice filled with hatred and murderous intent. He covered his severed arm with one hand, and blood gushed out like a column, seeping through his palm and staining his robe red.
"call out!"
Guan Xilin pointed his long sword at the sea, staring at the man fiercely with his tiger eyes full of fighting intent, and said, "Irreconcilable? Ha! Today, you will die under my sword, and your blood will stain the East China Sea Spirit Realm!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a deep breath and flew into the air. He was like a shot arrow, captivating and unstoppable!
"Hurry! Help me!"
Lord Yuan Ling's face changed, and he quickly retreated while covering his broken arm, screaming and asking for help from the monarchs in the clouds.
A few people looked at each other, then went down and divided into several groups to help.
This time they came under orders, and they were all monarchs, naturally because they were afraid of Feng Jiu's men. Since they had no chance of winning in a one-on-one fight, they would fight two-on-one, three-on-one! They just didn't believe that they couldn't deal with them with their combined strength!
Leng Hua, who was standing at the bow, saw that Guan Xilin and Luo Yu each had two or three monarchs working together to deal with them, and the whirlpool on the sea surface was getting deeper and deeper. He was worried that the Lord of Hell, whose soul was disturbed by the temperature difference in the sea, would be alarmed, so he jumped into the sea.
“Stop him!”
A monarch shouted, ordering people to stop Leng Hua from heading into the sea. As soon as his voice fell, the monks they brought with them leaped down at this moment, some fighting against the Phoenix Guards, and some also dived into the sea to stop Leng Hua.
The war drums are beating, the two sides are fighting, and the fighting spirit is strong!
The battle in the East China Sea Spirit Realm and the sound of the war drums spread, alarming many powerful people. Some people nearby came to watch, and when they saw that it was a battle between monarchs, they were shocked and dared not get close. They just retreated to a distance and watched.
At the same time, because the sound of the war drums shook half the sky, Leng Shuang, Qin Xin and Ye Feifei rushed back almost like flying, and also quickly notified others.
In the sea, he dived into the water and saw the moving object like a huge iron umbrella. The powerful breath accompanied by the terrifying airflow kept drilling deeper and deeper. When the iron umbrella drilled to the bottom, it touched the defensive barrier and its speed dropped significantly and became slow.