The sword is the devil

Chapter 810

This is a small space with a radius of less than thirty miles. It was a bit cramped for the two or three hundred people who were originally in it, but now it is even more crowded with the addition of a hundred people.

Their appearance surprised both sides of the fight, because they didn't see people, they only saw swords!
Sword group, wedge-shaped sword group.

Hou Tiao, who was the head sword, rushed towards the neat array of monks of the Wu sect lined up among them with a sound of sword cry, and the sword roar behind him was fierce and mighty.

For Feijian, the distance of tens of miles is just a few breaths; for the Wumen law repair array, they only have time to release the joint spell once, and there is no second chance.

The group of sharp flying swords instantly penetrated the thin array of Taoist Wumen, taking away [-] to [-] lives; and then made a perfect circle in the space, sprinting over again...

No one could remain calm under such an impact, and the people of the Wumen Daoist scattered like flocks of house sparrows.

The Lianmen cultivators who were originally confronting the Taoist Wumen took it for granted that this was a reinforcement to help them, and did not think about why the sword cultivators appeared here?Is it the golden sword veins or the true sword veins?None of this is important, the important thing is to take advantage of people's dangers and add insult to injury.

In the space, there was complete chaos, and the Wumen monks who were running around suddenly found that they had become the target of public criticism and were jointly encircled and suppressed by the two parties. People didn't even dare to get together, for fear that if there were too many gatherings, they would be targeted by the sword group.

Seeing that the Taoists of the Wu Clan did not dare to get together again, Hou Tiao screamed again, and nearly a hundred grassland sword cultivators took shape in threes and threes, forming small sword wedges one by one, and more than thirty sword wedges chased the figure of the Taoist Wu Clan in space , and there are all kinds of dangers of Lianmen monks taking advantage of others.

The appearance of the Prairie Sword Cultivator completely broke the balance. The Taoists of the Wu School have been completely defeated from the beginning, and now they are in a state of defeat. The small space of the law makes them have no way to escape, no way to go to the sky, no way to enter the earth.

Hou Tiao did not show his strength to the fullest, he hoped to observe the operation of the entire sword group under such circumstances, even if someone in the grassland sword cultivator was in danger, he would not be moved.

To build a strong sword repair team, death is inevitable.

Seeing that the hundred-person sword formation and the three-person sword formation have achieved the expected results, he is going to try the third sword formation. Such a combat environment is too rare, and he needs to try as much as possible the sword formation method on the ancient sheepskin scroll , sometimes he feels that the creator of this sword technique should be the general, without it, the traces of the military are too heavy;

Together with Jian Xiao, the sword cultivators returned to their positions and formed another formation. This time, everyone formed three sword formations, each with about 30 people in a formation, like three huge, rotating sickles, plowing in the entire space, No matter who is in front, there is no hesitation.

Only then did the Lianmen cultivators finally come to their senses. Unfortunately, their allies had already been abolished.

Gu Daozi's face was covered with blood, and he laughed loudly, "The idiot from Lianmen deserves what he deserves, this is the price for seeking skin from a tiger!"

He is one of the few people who can see the situation clearly, and he also knows that these sword cultivators are from the grassland. Just for the lives of two brothers in the grassland, he dared to sneak thousands of miles, and put all his eggs in one basket to kill hundreds of people in the small space of Jujutsu to vent his anger!
Compared with these prairie people, Shanmen Quanzhen is a saint.It's a pity that he can't spread the news in the space of the jujutsu!

But no matter how fierce these prairie people are, with such strength, they will definitely not be willing to be subordinated to others. As long as they dare to join the wave of cultivation in the mainland, they will be wiped out sooner or later.

"Grassland Sword Vein, Master Dao is waiting for you below!"

While speaking, several flying swords passed through the hole.

The elites of the Wu Clan were wiped out, and the incomplete disciples of the Lian Clan were even more helpless. Waiting for the last sword cry, all grassland sword cultivators began to disperse and attack.

And he finally began to show his terrifying personal ability, and he did some killing of those powerful and tough ones among Yu Kou, and the battle soon came to an end.

"Clean the battlefield!"

Fighting in a small space is good at this point, not only can no opponent run away, but even the corpse cannot be lost; these traces must be removed, otherwise the sword wounds on the corpse cannot be hidden from anyone.

The sword repairers moved very quickly, tidying up the space of the jujutsu without leaving a single inch,

Shi La came to Hou Tiao's side nervously, "Brother, I tried just now, but I still can't get out, even if the body and the sword are united, this is the power of the rules, we may just have to wait..."

He looked contented yet fearful. Killing people is fun, but if they can't get out, they will be completely exposed to Wumen and Lianmen's eyes when the space of jujutsu disappears naturally. It's not something they can bear.

Hou Niao glanced at the small space again, and it was indeed empty, so she said softly, "Let me try it?"

A sword shot out of his body, neither fast nor heavy, as if he casually slashed at the barrier, and he felt a certain force collapsing, and the entire space of jujutsu disappeared.

Nearly a hundred people rushed out and watched carefully. Thank goodness, the other seven Jujutsu spaces were still fighting, but two of them were coming to an end. Waiting for a greeting,
"Nonsense."

It quickly disappeared from Nifoze, as if it had never been there.

As for the rules, it cannot be solved by strength. Fortunately, he still has the hole card of the Gulei Talisman, which can destroy most of the Jujutsu himself with one blow.

This seems a bit mysterious in the eyes of grassland sword cultivators. He can't explain it, let alone teach him everything. Maybe in the future, but not now;

Strong, sharp, decisive, leadership, swordsman guide, and the true biography of constellations, and now add a little bit of mystery, from today onwards, he has truly become the big brother of the prairie people, not just in name.

They were still very careful, one person and one cloak, and flew flat on the grassland; but the strong north wind oncoming could not extinguish the pride in their hearts, even though it was in the most favorable narrow space, even though the incident happened suddenly, even though The opponents did not form a joint force, but none of these reasons could conceal the fact that they slaughtered more than 200 opponents with less than a hundred people.

In the history of the prairie, such a record is unique and has never been seen before; it also deepens their confidence, and believes that the big brother will lead them to greater glory in the future.

Less than a moment after the prairie sword cultivators left, a moment space on Nifoze exploded, and nearly a hundred Taoists of the Wu sect were elated. Although the opponents were fewer, they were the first to complete the kill In a small space, no one can take away this glory.

The leading Taoist looked around triumphantly to see which spaces still needed support, and he couldn't help but be taken aback after counting them in detail.
"Huh? Why are there only six spaces left? Is there another one? We are the second?"

(End of this chapter)