Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 343 After you sing, I will appear on stage

The foot-long ancient sword, driven by the old sword saint's full sword intent, sword energy and Dharma image, suddenly expanded to more than ten feet in length. With this simple move, man and sword became one, the light was dazzling, splitting the darkness and leaving a line of vibrating and slightly curved space.

The sword flashed like a flash and instantly killed the target thirty miles away.

The huge monster lurking in the black fog still had broken pieces of array ropes entangled around its body.

He felt a huge threat and wanted to use his old trick again, using his supreme magical power to deflect the ancient sword and make it miss. But then he found himself locked by unparalleled murderous intent, with nowhere to hide. He was quite puzzled. How could there be a cultivator in the lower world who could lock onto his soul?

Without giving it time to think, Venerable Duomu let out a low roar.

Countless phantom tentacles overlapped and appeared, like mountains blocking the domineering and sharp sword light.

There was a loud explosion in the air, and the shadows of the numerous peaks shattered into mist. The unstoppable sword light seemed to be mired in stickiness.

"Give it to me, open it!"

Following the old sword master's angry roar, all the phantoms of the Dharma images merged into the sword light that cut through all obstacles.

The light shone brightly again, and countless characters of ink overflowed from the sword.

Every word is like a sword, sharp and powerful.

"Puff puff", the ancient sword suddenly rushed forward, dragging out a colorful sword energy more than ten feet long, piercing through all obstacles and piercing the center of the fog. A teeth-grinding friction sound and the sharp howls of pain from the monster were heard in the air.

Thick inky mist spread out, and bits of sticky liquid splashed.

The monster's painfully surging mist tentacles swept across more than ten miles. The black spirits approaching this area were immediately attacked indiscriminately and exploded into balls of black gas.

The monks on the city wall in the distance saw the sword light breaking through the black fog and causing damage to the giant beast, and their momentum suddenly increased.

The seventh-level monster clone is not invincible.

"The old swordsman is mighty!"

"mighty!"

"Brothers, attack!"

"Charge! Kill the black spirits and help the old sword master."

Team after team rushed out from the broken city amid shouts. There was an old sword master entangled with the terrifying monster. They burst out with a surging fighting spirit after the fear, and there was more or less some guilt in their hearts, feeling ashamed of their previous retreat.

Wu Yao, the god of Qingli Mountain, who was standing on the top of the city wall, stared blankly at the area in the sky where the sword light pierced the black fog monster, and the swirling and surging characters and ink that rose and fell one after another.

Those ethereal handwritings are clearly the true meaning of the calligraphy works accumulated over the generations on Guanmo Cliff.

She was in contact with and observed them day and night, and was very familiar with those phantom ink characters.

She suddenly realized that the ancient sword that the young Taoist gave to the old sword master was the ink sword taken from Guanmo Cliff.

Somehow the young man had changed the appearance of the sword into a completely different "Cangsheng" sword, and she didn't recognize it at all.

I wonder who that mysterious young man is?

He was able to hide it from the old sword master.

"What are you all standing there for? Quickly activate the formation, strengthen the ropes to trap the monster, and help the old sword master share some of the power."

From beneath the formation platform in the city that had been shattered into ruins, the weak voice of old Grandmaster Xi Yuelou was heard.

There are colorful lights mixed with stars, rising from the ground with the mist.

"Ah... Master, you're okay."

"Old Master, how is your injury?"

The remaining nine formation masters were extremely surprised, and two other formation masters who were seriously injured and fell in the rubble in the distance also climbed up.

"Stop talking nonsense and do it quickly!"

Grandmaster Xi urged, his body was shattered by the sneak attack, but at the critical moment, he used his instinctive familiarity with the star traction array to escape his Nascent Soul soul into the depths of the array, barely escaping death, but his body was also badly damaged, hurting the foundation of his soul.

The core of the formation was severely damaged by that blow, and countless cracks appeared, as if it could collapse at any time.

Grandmaster Xi's Nascent Soul resided in the core of the formation to mitigate the severity of his injuries. He didn't know if he could hold on until the end of the decisive battle, but he had no other choice.

Several formation masters were greatly shocked and took action to activate several intact and broken formation pillars, causing the dimmed formation light to surge.

"Idiot, add a few layers of protection to the sky, don't waste time, and don't let the monsters kill us all at once."

Grandmaster Xi cursed angrily.

He trusted too much in the city defense formation and star attraction formation that he had personally arranged, and thought that he was as stable as a rock and safe inside the city, surrounded by many experts and a large army. However, after only a few rounds of fighting, he was almost wiped out by a surprise attack from a seventh-level monster using mysterious means.

The previous mistakes serve as a lesson for the following ones, and he doesn't want to make the same mistake again.

Almost all the fifth-level formation masters of Tianzhen Mountain are here, so he must consider the inheritance.

Rays of light intertwined and shot out, forming a starry sky.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining light of the array rope on the monster thirty miles away, which was in danger, suddenly lit up, forming circles of array binding that were connected end to end.

"Master, do we need to repair the broken city defense formation?"

Zhao Jun took a break from his busy schedule to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and asked in a voice transmission to the person below the formation.

A few years ago, he was inspired by chance and practiced in seclusion, and achieved a breakthrough almost at the same time as Senior Sister Xue.

"No need for that. Just go for it with all your strength."

Grand Master Xi said no more. If the monster was not killed, even the most heavily guarded city defenses could be easily breached.

He guessed that it was the superposition of large and small formations in the 20,000-mile territory, with an imbalance of power in between. His knowledge was still far behind that of the seventh-level monster.

If the Ancient Cloud Pearl was here, it wouldn't be so easy for a level 7 monster to break the formation?

When the various teams charging in the front saw that the light ropes on the monster had been restored, they burst into earth-shaking shouts of killing, and their fighting spirit soared again. Under the leadership of their respective commanders, they engaged in close combat with the army of black spirits floating in the air, and fought fiercely with each other.

The endless stream of troops behind them rushed in from the side in a roundabout way.

Soldiers versus soldiers, generals versus generals, kings versus kings, the battlefield spread over dozens of miles, and the violent collisions created the tragic song of life.

Xu Yuanchang, Zeng Wanglou, Zhu Zongshan, Xu Shengtian and several others stood on a hill south of Bian Ning City.

They witnessed the brutal fighting on the huge battlefield and remained indifferent.

Zeng Wanglou suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "The old swordsman can't hold out for long, attack!"

Zhu Zongshan flew into the air, drew his sword in one swoop, pointed the tip of the sword at the monster in front of him, and shouted, "Kill!"

Eight torrents flowed out from behind the mountain in unison, without any shouts or shouts to boost military might. The silence was like a sharp sword shooting into the darkness, plowing a huge blank area in the direction of the Black Spirit army rushing in. "Ah!"

The monster seemed to sense something was wrong and roared again.

Countless phantom tentacles rolled from the ground into the air. Wherever they passed, the solemn and fighting black-clad troops burst out with waves of light. Each elite team was connected as a whole, and together they could destroy mountains and fill the sea.

The formation twisted and swayed, but they charged towards the target with unwavering determination.

After several loud noises, the monster broke the ropes that bound its body. Black mist surged like a tide, instantly drowning the sharp sword light. Then a phantom lashed towards the formation platform in the city.

"Retreat quickly! You can't defeat them."

Grandmaster Xi’s command came from below the formation platform.

The several layers of star-colored mist protection stacked above bought the people below two breaths of time to save their lives.

Everyone obeyed the order and scattered like birds and beasts. With a "bang", the mist rising from the ruins of the formation platform was blown away by the phantom's attack. The remaining formation pillars were all shattered, and a huge pit more than ten feet deep was smashed into the ground. Everything within two hundred feet nearby was destroyed.

"Master!"

Zhao Jun and Xue Chunni, who was covered in blood, climbed up from the ruins hundreds of feet away and rushed towards the completely destroyed formation, screaming.

"Ahem... I'm not going to die yet, why are you howling? Each of you guard one of the formation points, continue to mobilize the power of the formation, gather your strength, and listen to my orders."

Grandmaster Xi's voice came from another place underground. He had transferred his Nascent Soul to another formation node in advance.

In the blink of an eye, he had to continue to persevere, and he had no choice but to let his injuries get worse.

The eight teams in the air launched a "continuous killing" attack one after another towards the motionless and surging fog monster. There were light spears as thick as palace pillars, connected end to end, breaking through the air with a continuous whistling sound, and shooting towards the monster like a mountain.

Countless tentacles stirred up the black fog to intercept, and the loud noise of the collision shook the sky.

The eight teams took turns attacking the monster, circling like flying dragons.

Wherever it passed, all the nearby black spirits were defeated, and the sixth-level black spirits did not dare to fight against the team that was connected as a whole.

Countless light spears shot out, and the mist on the monster's body weakened at a rapid speed, and its real body was gradually revealed.

The sword light that the old sword master was fighting with was bright and dazzling.

"You guys, damn it!"

A few green eyes flickered in the mist, and waves of black air suddenly entangled the three thousand-man teams, condensing like substance, spreading to both ends and strangling them. Negative energies such as coldness, chaos, and loss of soul permeated, and the monks in it quickly became dull and demented.

Zhu Zongshan, who was commanding the army, was aware of the problem and quickly pinched off the piece of magic thread with the five fingers of his left hand.

The thousand-man team was divided into two, cutting off the tail to survive, as he swung the Jusha sword.

Waves of light condensed like streaks of light bombarded the monster.

"Open it for me..."

Amid the rumbling sound of the attack, the old sword master’s loud shout was heard at the top of his lungs.

A sword light broke through the sky like a rainbow, and the monster, which was distracted by the distraction, had a corner of it cut off. Then the sword light was annihilated in the increasingly turbulent black air.

On the top of the mountain in West City, Xu Shengtian's face was a little pale. He tried to use the summoning technique to summon the seventh-level clone of the Wu Luo god. It took a lot of time, but he failed the first time. He was shocked and almost vomited blood.

"Idiot, do you want to die? With your current cultivation level, don't even think about asking the seventh-level clone to come down to the mortal world."

Zeng Wanglou raised his hand and slapped Xu Shengtian on the head after he had been struggling for a while.

Black Spirit had to sacrifice countless souls to summon the clone of a seventh-order giant beast. As a mere fifth-level cultivator, even if Wu Luo the God did not care about the crime of recklessness, he would not be able to make an exception and act recklessly.

Most of the gods in the upper realm will not pay attention to the requests from the lower realm even if the petitions are heard by the gods in heaven.

"But... inviting a sixth-level clone is useless."

Xu Shengtian argued weakly.

Zeng Wanglou and Xu Yuanchang simultaneously gave the "retarded" a caring look. They couldn't blindly participate and could only give hints and reminders at most.

Xu Shengtian raised his hand and slapped himself in the face, muttering something silently. The ceremony was successfully completed. As he called out, "Please welcome Senior Wu Luo," a stream of light fell from the sky.

"Many-eyed monster!"

Following a surprised shout from the Wu Luo god, a flash of golden light appeared and it was already far away.

Without any warning, fist shadows like a mountain came crashing down on the monster.

"Wuluo, you are just a sixth-level clone, don't humiliate yourself."

The monster roared angrily, and countless black mists twisted and turned into solid tentacles, intercepting and deflecting Wu Luo's fists and feet. He did not dare to underestimate any attack launched by the sixth-level clone.

"Haha, Duomu, you're not afraid that the wind will blow your tongue away. Sorry, I forgot you don't have a tongue."

Wu Luo's body was like a phantom, flashing between the air teams, punching faster than the other, continuously bombarding the behemoth ten miles away. It was just a clone, so he didn't feel sad even if he beat him to pieces, he was playing with his heartbeat.

The battlefield stretched over a hundred miles, with the Black Spirit army and the human team fighting each other. Creatures were dying all the time, and it was extremely tragic, but they all avoided the area thirty miles in the middle.

Grandmaster Xi's voice suddenly rang out from underground in the city: "Now, attack!"

Brilliant and interweaving colorful lights burst out from all over Bian Ning City, following the remaining rays of the array rope on the monster's body that had not yet been erased, and tightly entangled the monster again, causing trouble for the monster at the critical moment, causing the monster to lose sight of the big picture.

Wu Luo punched the monster several times, "bang bang bang", and beat the monster hard.

The force of the fist entered the monster's body, and it suddenly expanded and roared like thunder: "Wuluo, as you wish."

Countless tentacles emerged from the void, covering the dodgy Wu Luo and pulling him towards his side.

Zhu Zongshan hurriedly commanded the eight teams to retreat outside. He realized something was wrong. The monster was too powerful. They had been attacking for such a long time but had not caused any substantial damage. Instead, they had lost more than a hundred brothers.

I guess there must be something strange going on here?

"Boom" a loud noise.

The monster exploded into gushing mist, and Wu Luo, who was the first to be hit, also exploded into a ball of brilliant golden light, from which came the sound of loud laughter.

"Duomu, break your 'blame' ability. That's enough. Let's go back to the upper realm and fight again."

Xu Shengtian, who was on the top of a mountain west of the city, suddenly felt weak and collapsed to the ground, almost fainting.

Half of his soul and cultivation were taken away.

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(End of this chapter)