Xian Ao

Another True One God Lord said:

"Look at your sword-dove formation. It is completely unable to withstand the attack from our swarm tactics.

Your war dove formation is indeed very powerful. One wound can be shared by hundreds of people, and they can live and die together. These advantages are invincible, but they can also become your fatal flaw.

A war dove with a thousand people can hardly turn around after a serious physical injury. There are three thousand of my disciples, and they are all over the sky, like wasps. It is not a problem how many of them die. However, one of your war doves was injured, and hundreds of others were injured. Gradually, the injuries were minor. In exchange for a serious injury, it will be your demise.

No matter how strong the war dove is, it cannot attack so many war bees. Slowly we will wear you all to death.

And you will not be able to control the tenth-level magic weapon and will die in our formation. From now on, Xuanyuan..."

The two true gods sang in harmony and spoke loudly, feeling very proud.

In fact, this is just a cover-up to distract Yu Zecheng. Their real purpose is the Nascent Soul Lord behind them.

The Nascent Soul Master looked at Yu Zecheng silently, holding a divine arrow in the sleeve of his robe. This arrow was about a foot long. It had no feathers. The arrow was all earthy yellow and looked like it was made of bronze. In fact, it was neither gold nor stone. , the triangular armor-piercing arrow flashes with a cold and sharp edge that pierces all things. It is the descendant's sun-shooting divine arrow, the last divine arrow.

All of this, the two real people talked a lot, attracting Yu Zecheng's attention, all for this arrow. The way for Yi to shoot Kuai Jian Sect to activate the divine arrow is for a Nascent Soul Lord to use secret methods, sacrifice himself, and activate the divine arrow. , shoot each other.

For the last arrow, Yu Zecheng used a substitute to deceive the opponent. For the last arrow, they did not dare to shoot it easily, so they set up a cage to trap Yu Zecheng here, preparing to secretly shoot another arrow.

When the True One God Lord said that the Yuan Ying True Lord was about to sacrifice his life to fire this arrow, Yu Zecheng seemed to be motionless, shrinking to an inch in an instant, and appeared behind the Yuanying True Lord.

A golden lamp appeared in his hand, and the golden light shone everywhere. The secret method of the Royal Envoy Divine Arrow of the Yuan Ying True Monarch instantly dissipated.

In fact, the most critical point is that this Nascent Soul True Lord is hesitant. It is not as simple as saying that he will sacrifice his life to kill the enemy. He will abandon his own Nascent Soul and even lose the chance of reincarnation. Without that decisive heart, how many people can do it? It will be so.

Don't look at him bragging to the end in front of the True One God Lord. When it came time to risk his life, at the critical moment, he hesitated, so he didn't launch the attack for a long time. That's why he needed the two True One God Lords to cover him like this.

So Yu Zecheng moved instantly and pulled hard, and the descendant snatched away the sun-shooting arrow. He didn't even struggle to snatch it. There was a vague sense of pleasure in his heart. Just snatch it away, maybe he wouldn't have to die.

Maybe there is really no need to die. This was the last thought of the Nascent Soul Lord. While snatching the divine arrow, Yu Zecheng's death-control eye opened on his forehead. At a glance, the death blow was that of the Nascent Soul. When the true king was uneasy, at this moment, his mind was suddenly broken, his soul disappeared, and he died completely.

The more afraid people are of death, the faster they will die.

In an instant, Yu Zecheng snatched away the Descendant's Sun-shooting Arrow. The two True One God Lords immediately became furious and rushed toward him. Yu Zecheng pointed the Descendant's Sun-shooting Arrow at the two of them.

Suddenly, the two of them ran as fast as they could. They instantly retreated a hundred feet and disappeared.

Yu Zecheng laughed and said:

"So you are also afraid of this. Don't worry, this is the treasure of Houyi, the great god of power. I will study it carefully and maybe I can come up with a twelve-color fast sword. I will not be as wasteful as you."

There was a sudden roar in the sky. From a distance, the sky was completely fiery red. The two immortals shot out the real fire in the green darkness, and their divine power came down through the sky.

Yu Zecheng looked at the sky again. The three sword doves gradually took their position, and they were almost ready.

Yu Zecheng said:

"You are setting up four consecutive kills. The Patriarch's arrival is the first kill, Swarm Pojiu is the second kill, the cave formation is the third kill, and Descendants' Divine Arrow is the fourth kill.

Now it's up to you, come on, the ancestors and disciples are working hard, let's fight happily and live up to the sword in our hands. "

After saying that, Yu Zecheng let his sword spirit rise into the sky. He wanted to let these two Shinichi know that even if he did not use the tenth-level flying sword, they could not defeat him.

Yu Zecheng rushed forward with his sword. His sword intention was like the sky, his sword intention was like the sky, his sword intention was like a mountain, and his sword intention was like the sea. It blasted out. Under the light of the sword, everything in the cave world fell apart. Here, The sword light was all shattered.

The two real men looked at each other, and one of them shouted:

"Come on, risk your life in a fight, kill this world's number one man with the sword, and live up to this life."

He suddenly stood up, and the sword light flew, with little flashes of golden light, drawing bright golden lines in the sky, and swarmed towards him. Yu Zecheng felt his eyes shrink. There was too much golden light, so much that his eyes were turned into a strange golden color by the dots of golden light.

This is the fast sword. At this moment, the True One God Lord thrust out countless swords. The countless sword lights merged into one and turned into this piece of gold.

At the same time, a long roar that penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks resounded through the sky, and the One True One turned into a golden light, like lightning, flying quickly in this cave world. The flying speed was getting faster and faster. In this infinitely accelerated speed Next, under the sound waves and air waves brought by this flight, it was like a huge storm was generated in the cave, and under this vast force, it suddenly rolled violently.

Yu Zecheng saw the two exerting their strength, and as his mind moved, the power of transformation was activated. The white-gold sword light suddenly condensed into a blooming lotus in the air, and the petals bloomed one by one. The 666 petals tried their best to stretch out their delicate and beautiful flower posture, and the sword turned into a heart lotus.

The sword intent was like a lotus, and the world was full of killing. Whether it was the infinite fast sword stabbing or the rapid impact of the flying, all turned into nothingness under the lotus that kept blooming.

In an instant, the land of a hundred feet, a thousand feet, and ten thousand feet in this cave turned into a sea of ​​flowers.

This sea of ​​flowers is a sea of ​​death. Everything that was caught in this sea of ​​lotus turned into ashes. Although Yu Zecheng could not use his feet to step on the ground and use the tenth-level flying sword, the opponent also lost the spatial advantage, and the speed advantage of Yishe Fast Sword Sect was completely lost.

The two Zhenyi saw such sword intent and knew that this sword intent could not be maintained for a long time. They wanted to step back and wait for Yu Zecheng to recover his breath. When his momentum weakened, the sword intent dissipated and burst into a frenzy attack.

However, Yu Zecheng's lotus sword sea, from a thousand feet to ten thousand feet, showed no sign of shrinking, but became stronger and stronger, twisting towards the two.

In an instant, the two great true ones retreated to the edge of the cave, with no room for retreat. The sword light continued to surge, and the two looked at each other, immediately showing their determination.

Suddenly, their sword energy also rushed into the sky, bursting out the purple sword rainbow and the blue sword light, colliding with the lotus sea, and turning into fragments all over the sky.

The purple sword rainbow and the blue sword light appeared and disappeared at the same time, shining with the lotus sea, reflecting the empty and deep sky into a glow.

The sharp sword whistle that broke through the air was even more loud, and the world was shaking.

Above the sky, Ye Han shouted:

"My fellow disciples, the ancestor has descended to the lower world, and the headmaster is already fighting to the death. We should also exert our strength and let them see what the real sword dove formation is."

The three sword doves shouted loudly, and in an instant, the big sword dove began to disband, one divided into six, six divided into thirty-six, and in an instant it turned into 108 small formations, six people in a formation.

Then in another instant, in the small formation of six people, there were forty-eight formations, which turned into eight sword doves with thirty-six people, occupying the eight directions of southeast, northwest, up, down, left and right.

Before the separation, the so-called battle of the sword dove formation did not really exert its strength, but just to occupy the position of the void and form a clever connection, just for this change.

At this moment, the sword doves split and jumped rapidly, occupying all the five hundred miles of the sky. In the consciousness of all the Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciples, all the disciples of the Yishe Fast Sword Sect within five hundred miles of the sky were automatically labeled.

They turned into fluctuations of vitality, the big ones were Yuanying Zhenjun, the medium ones were Jindan Zhenren, and the weak ones were foundation-building cultivators.

These vital energies, from the largest to the smallest, are all automatically numbered. There are also countless data on them showing their strength and sword skills according to the type and attribute of the vital energy they absorb...

The Xuanyuan disciples with high mental arithmetic ability and strong spiritual consciousness will feel more of these data, while those with low mental arithmetic ability and weak spiritual consciousness will feel less, and there are several instructions above these data.

"Sequence one, Jiu one, four, sixteen, Jianguangyu, six, seven, nine, eleven."

"Sequence six, Jiu three, eight, nine, seventeen, Jianxinhui, four, eight, twelve, sixteen."

Sequence one, sequence six, are the sequence numbers of this Jianjiu small formation attacking the opponent. The smaller the number, the more likely it is to be attacked first. Sequence one is the first target to be attacked.

Jiu one, four, sixteen. Jiu three, eight, nine, seventeen, are the numbers of the small formations of the Jianjiu large formation, which are divided into small formations, and are the sword formations of the same sect that cooperate with their own small formations to attack the enemy.

The Jianguangyu behind, six, seven, nine, eleven. Jian Xinhui, four, eight, twelve, sixteen. It is the sword technique number, which prompts which sword technique to use to attack the enemy in front of you.

Instantly, according to this prompt, countless strong lights are emitted from the scattered sword doves. This light instantly illuminates the sky from a distance, and then countless red lights appear. That is not red light, but the human body bursting, and the blood turns into blood mist. Under this sword light, the two merged and exploded like an explosion of red light.

At this moment, all the disciples of Yishe Fast Sword Sect had a feeling that there were enemies everywhere, enemies all around. There were sword lights everywhere, death everywhere, and all the disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect were one person, and no matter how fast they were, they could not escape their attacks.

After the attack, the sky was extremely quiet. Among the three thousand disciples of Yishe Fast Sword Sect, only less than a hundred people were still alive in the air in a blink of an eye. All other cultivators were changed by this battle formation, exploded, and turned into blood mist.

This is the power of the collective, the power of unity. Under the same combat power, human beings rely on this power to have today.