A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 1695: Tiangong Star Chain World Community
Keng!
Accompanied by the sound of swords, everyone in the teahouse opened their eyes.

They saw that the owner of the teahouse, a short and fat monk, cupped his hands and unfolded a painting that was hundreds of feet high. He said in a loud voice: "Fellow Daoists, this painting came from a Daoist who set foot on the Tiangong Star Chain World Community. He took a huge risk to copy it. This Daoist only sold a hundred copies."

"Our store was fortunate enough to acquire a copy, which can only be unfolded ten times."

"After ten times, the charm of the painting will disappear completely. Fellow Taoists, don't miss it."

After he finished speaking, the scroll in his hand unfolded.

The formation was spread out around the teahouse, and the sky and the earth darkened. Everyone seemed to be instantly in the universe and galaxy. They immediately concentrated and held their breath, not wanting to miss a single moment.

This is an extremely huge galactic battlefield.

Among them, there are True Lord Lianxu fighting, there are God Lord Hedao risking his life, and there are endless cultivators forming armies, forming world realms of fighting and killing, all kinds of mysteries make it difficult to see clearly.

All of this is hazy and blurred, because the monk who copied this painting is only a Divine Transformation monk, he cannot understand these things.

However, some things are clear.

This is a corner of the battlefield. The military formation of the two Jindan monks collapsed, and the two survivors were fighting.

A female cultivator who has reached the state of spiritual transformation, controls a flying sword with lightning light, and the sword light splits into thousands of paths;

A Divine Transformation Monk is a half-human, half-mantis monk, with flesh, blood, and gears filling his body. His every move tears apart space, and he summons a swarm of blood mantis puppets to besiege the enemy.

"It's Chunyang Sword Master's Tushan Maid and Immortal Weapon Master's Flesh and Blood Furnace Taoist Soldier."

A sword cultivator immediately recognized both parties and started discussing.

"pity,"

"This sword cultivator is doomed."

This is the central area of ​​Lei Yang Tian Sword Realm. The cultivators are naturally emotionally inclined towards sword cultivation, even though this is the maid of Chun Yang Jianzi from the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm.

Of course, a sword cultivator's emotional inclinations cannot be equated with facts.

In fact, the Xianqi Sect and the Leiyang Tianjian Realm are allies. The two sides have joined forces in the Tiangong World Community and are besieging many Taoist soldiers in the Great Yinyang Sword Realm.

"Old Liu,"

"Today's painting is not good. Our tea money was wasted."

Another young sword cultivator said dissatisfiedly: "As everyone knows, Chunyang Sword Master's Taoist soldiers have always been weak, not to mention Tushan Maid who is even weaker than the Great Sun Long Sword. There is no suspense in this battle at all."

"Maid Tushan is Chunyang Jianzi's close guard. Apart from her loyalty, there is really nothing commendable about her."

"Correct."

"Old Liu was fooled today."

The sword cultivators around were talking about it.

Sword cultivation requires evenly matched battles. Only in such battles can the talents, swordsmanship, and kendo will of both sides be fully revealed.

Only by comprehending such a battlefield can you gain more.

"That's not the case,"

"Dear guests, please take a closer look."

The short and fat monk cupped his hands and said, "Although the maids of Tushan are generally weak, there are heroes and heroes. I, Old Liu, have been running the teahouse business for a thousand years, so I still have some credibility."

"really?"

Then everyone stopped complaining and began to meditate quietly.

Sure enough, the battle was not one-sided. The female cultivator of Thunder Light was exceptionally good at swordsmanship, and she resisted the attack of the mantis puppet cultivator with weaker strength. She was defeated after hundreds of moves, and her heart was pierced by the mantis's sharp claws, and her blood was sucked dry, causing her death.

The mysteries of the sword techniques displayed in it, even though they are hidden behind the scroll, are very rewarding and can improve one's sword skills a little.

Remember, this is just a painting.

If it were on a real battlefield, I wonder how great it would be.

What's even more rare is that such exquisite paintings of swordsmen fighting can now be comprehended by spending only a small amount of spirit stones, which was unimaginable thousands of years ago.

"Today is truly a golden age for swordsmanship!"

"There are countless opportunities for swordsmanship. In the past, to comprehend such a fight, one would have to spend at least ten times more spirit stones and natural treasures."

“Now, it is within reach.”

Someone sighed.

"It's better not to have such a prosperous era of swordsmanship!" "Too many people died."

An old cultivator with gray hair said sadly: "My entire clan has 13,700 cultivators above the foundation building stage, but now there are only more than 2,000 left, and there is still no end. We still have to be recruited by the immortal sect to go to the battlefield. There will never be an end."

"The Immortal Sect may not be satisfied until we are exterminated!"

He said angrily.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone around fell silent.

Even though these people are drinking tea and chatting in the teahouse now, they are actually under conscription. It will take a long time or a short time for them to go to the battlefield and fight for the Immortal Sect.

Hundreds of years later, how many people are still alive here?

The powerful ones in the Immortal Sect never cared about these things. In their eyes, the middle and low-level cultivators were like grass seedlings in the fields, growing all the time and never ending.

But for those grass seedlings themselves, it is their lifetime.

"When will this war end?"

Some people couldn't help but said.

"I don't know."

"The rumor is spreading. I heard that Taiyin Taiyang Sword Master was defeated by the combined attack of Xianqi Sword Master and Tianjian Sword Master. He was defeated step by step and the battle is about to end..."

Old Liu was talking about some scattered news he had heard from somewhere.

Although the teahouse business is good, people are always worried and may be summoned to the battlefield by the Immortal Sect from time to time. This kind of life is really not a life for human beings.

“This should be a rumor.”

"How can our sect's swordsman join forces with others?"

"How can I be willing with Jianzi's pride?"

Some people said disdainfully.

"Tian Jian Jianzi was the one who killed a severely injured Tianxue Longting Dragon Clan Celestial Being head-on more than 5,000 years ago. How could he join forces with others to besiege a Daoist?"

"Taiyin Taiyang Jianzi is not a Taoist."

Someone objected.

"No, they are one Daozi."

"I don't know about that. Maybe it's because the Tiangong Star Chain World Community is of great importance. Even the Heavenly Sword Sword Master has to bow down..."

……

Amid the discussions and discussions among the crowd, a gaze that had been staring for a long time left.

He continued to wander, ghost-like.

"opportunity,"

"Mature, now."

The murderous anger in Jiang Ding's heart gradually became uncontrollable.

He couldn't wait to meet a real Daozi, to express his longing for him for many years, and to ask him to commit suicide.

Now, there is still a huge risk.

A near immortal existence.

In the outer space without any constraints, it is possible that immortal beings are spying on everything. Many years ago, they laid a net and quietly waited for an ant to appear.

However, he no longer wanted to take such risks.

Risks exist.

Then exist!

A mediocre life, a life without hope of becoming an immortal, is so despairing!

The Tiangong Star Chain World Community Battlefield is probably the best battlefield in the past 100,000 years. Once you miss it, it will be almost impossible for such an opportunity to appear again.

A ghostly figure gradually fell into the team of Taoist soldiers recruited by Leiyang Tianjing and merged with a sword cultivator.

He is about to go to the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)