Sword Emperor

As Sun Bing finished speaking, the entire Zhuxian Sword Formation was extremely shaken, especially the blood-colored light flashing on the Zhuxian Sword.

After all, the Zhuxian Sword is the earliest sword among the Four Zhuxian Swords. It has accompanied Sun Bing through countless battles. If it were possible, Sun Bing would have wanted to transform it into a semi-imperial weapon.

It's a pity that there has never been a chance. After all, it is too difficult to transform and sublimate the Four Swords of Zhu Xian. Even the Jue Xian Sword is carried out in ignorance.

But this time it was different. The last time the Absolute Immortal Sword was advanced by devouring hundreds of millions of creatures, it also allowed Sun Bing to find some ideas.

Because the Four Swords of Zhu Xian are peerless ferocious weapons that require endless murderous energy to transform, and there are millions of enemies in the lowest saint realm in front of them, which perfectly meet this condition.

Faced with this unique opportunity, Sun Bing took action without hesitation.

In an instant, the Zhuxian Sword swallowed up endless spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the sword light fell directly downwards, but this time it was not to attack Yu Tu and other half-emperors.

Instead, it was aimed at many soldiers in the ten battle formations. Almost every sword energy was able to kill countless enemies, and bursts of miserable wails could be heard.

As for Yu Tu and others at this moment, when they heard Sun Bing's words, their expressions had already changed.

There was a change, and something bad appeared in his heart.

After seeing the situation in front of him, those eyes were filled with astonishment, shock, and finally, deep anger.

In the end, he couldn't help but curse loudly: "Sun Bing, you are a peerless genius, but you actually attack an ordinary saint. You are really shameless. If word spreads, you will even become a joke to the entire world."

Even after hearing these words, Sun Bing's eyes were still full of determination, and he even couldn't help but replied coldly:

"I think you have ten half-emperors, plus tens of millions of troops coming to besiege me. It should be a real joke if this thing spreads! Besides, when did it stipulate that I can't take action against these people? Woolen cloth?

Even if you are an ant, as long as you are my enemy, you must be prepared to die. "

As he spoke, Sun Bing's movements in his hand did not stop at all. The Zhuxian Sword swallowed up endless spiritual energy from heaven and earth, and thousands of sword lights descended. Countless monks fell every moment.

Hearing this, Yu Tu and others couldn't help but were speechless for a while. After all, they were the ones who took the initiative in this matter. It couldn't be justified both emotionally and rationally. Can the headquarters let Sun Bing stand there and let others beat him?

But this still couldn't change their pain. Looking at the fallen soldiers, every half-emperor's heart was bleeding.

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After all, those who can appear here are all the top elites in the ethnic group. It is very difficult to train one, not to mention that they need to be proficient in battle formations, which is quite rare.

If Sun Bing can be killed, then these losses can be accepted. The most important thing is that the death of these soldiers is even beneficial to Sun Bing, which means that his situation may change.

But even though they thought of this, Yutu and the others still did not take any unnecessary action. After all, if they left the protection of the sacred mountain, their situation would not be much better than that of ordinary soldiers.

So at this moment, I could only stand there full of anxiety, my face turned extremely ugly, and I tried my best to think of ways to break the situation.

At this moment, Sun Bing was extremely relaxed, and even filled with deep joy in his heart, because he found that every time he killed an enemy, the bloody light on the Zhuxian Sword would become richer, and the murderous aura emanating from his body would also be the same. It will also be more solemn.

The most important thing is that the distance to sublimation and transformation is getting closer and closer.

For a moment, Sun Bing couldn't help but move faster. With a thought, countless dense sword lights fell downwards.

In the past, saints, saint kings and even supreme beings who were extremely powerful in the eyes of ordinary people were now extremely weak in the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Even the sword energy that may appear at any time cannot be resisted.

Countless people will die every moment, and with the death of each enemy, the murderous intent and resentment in the Zhuxian Sword Formation also become more and more intense.

In particular, every void in the sword formation was filled with bloody red light, and there were endless ghosts of injustice being born.

In response to this, Sun Bing's face was extremely calm, and he even said coldly: "If you want to blame, blame your tribe. Since you have taken action against me, you must be prepared to die."

Then he sent the Zhuxian Sword to rush away. No matter how strong the resentment and murderous intent were, it was completely unable to compete with the Zhuxian Sword, and everything was absorbed in an instant.

Even the Immortal Killing Sword was like a greedy child, feeling too resentful of such murderous resentment and not having enough to eat.

As the Zhuxian Sword gets closer and closer to the Half-Emperor Weapon, the power of the entire sword array also changes accordingly. The environment in the array becomes more and more depressing. Even though they are under the protection of the sacred mountain, Prison Tu and others People can also feel the lingering haze.

When you raise your head, you can see that in the center of the entire void is the Zhuxian Sword, which is glowing with blood. It looks even more extraordinary now.

Finally, the Yan Clan Half-Emperor spoke directly with a gloomy expression:

"I can't just sit there and wait for death.

, once that sword undergoes transformation, we will be like a turtle in a jar. "

"So tell me, what should we do?"

The Nocturne half-emperor couldn't help but sneered.

After these words fell, the scene couldn't help but be extremely silent. After all, how could they not know about their own situation at this moment?

But even though he tried his best to think, there was no way to break the situation, because it was completely a dead end.

For a moment, the half-emperor of the Yan Clan couldn't help but be filled with regret. The blazing flames around his body were flickering, and he looked directly at Yutu: "It's all your fault. If you hadn't suggested it, then we, the Yan Clan, wouldn't have joined. in."

"Hmph, I just wanted to tell you. It's up to you to decide whether to join or not. At this time, because of the negative consequences of your greed, are you falsely accusing me of it?"

Yutu couldn't help but sneered, and pointed it out directly: "At this time, you just want to find a channel to vent. I won't care about you this time. If there is a next time, don't blame me for being ruthless. "

Suddenly, the scene was extremely silent once again. As for the prison clan himself, he also felt a trace of regret in his heart.

When he met Sun Bing for the first time, he saw his terrifying strength. Didn't he already make up his mind not to join? In the end, it was lard that swayed my heart and gave me evil thoughts.