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Chapter 1485 Sword Slaves' Combined Attack, Instantly Destroyed!
"A bunch of cowardly rats hiding their heads and tails! Do you dare to fight this old Taoist priest fair and square?!"

Bai Sun Dao Ren roared repeatedly, his heart filled with both shock and rage.

Although the Xuanming Divine Palm's chilling poisonous true energy was powerful, it could not break through the Six Sword Slaves' sword net. Instead, it was constantly suppressed by their sword energy, and the injuries in its body continued to worsen, with blood beginning to spill from the corner of its mouth.

Seeing this, the Golden Wheel Monk was extremely anxious. He had originally thought that with the addition of the Hundred Losses Daoist, he would be able to easily kill Zhao Kuangyin, but he did not expect that six troublesome assassins would appear out of nowhere.

He wanted to step forward to help Bai Sun Dao Ren, but Zhao Kuangyin held him back tightly.

Zhao Kuangyin finally realized what was happening. Although he didn't understand Su Ye's intentions, he knew that this was his only chance of survival.

He wielded the dragon-shaped staff with great skill, blocking the Golden Wheel Monk's five-round attack and giving him no chance to provide support.

"Monk, your opponent is me!"

Zhao Kuangyin roared, and his staff technique suddenly became fierce. At this moment, the power of the Divine General with a base level of 104 was completely unleashed. The Panlong Staff, carrying a powerful aura, collided with the Golden Wheel Monk's five wheels, sparks flew everywhere, and the clanging sound was endless.

Jinlun Fawang was entangled by Zhao Kuangyin and could only watch helplessly as Baisun Daoren was defeated step by step under the combined attack of the Six Sword Slaves. He was extremely anxious. He pushed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to its limit, his muscles bulged, his strength increased sharply, and the five wheels spun faster, trying to get rid of Zhao Kuangyin's entanglement as soon as possible.

But Zhao Kuangyin was now fighting with his back against the wall. His staff technique was steady and skillful, and his defense was impenetrable. No matter how fierce the Golden Wheel Monk's attacks were, he could not break through his defenses.

The situation on the battlefield reversed instantly.

On the other side, Bai Sun Dao Ren's situation became increasingly difficult. The combined attack of the Six Sword Slaves was getting faster and faster, and the sword net was getting denser and denser. Every sword light carried a deadly threat.

"Pfft!"

With a soft sound, the "Soul-Turning" sword of the Soul-Turning Technique pierced through the left shoulder of the Hundred-Loss Taoist, the tip of the sword emerging from his body with bluish-black blood.

Bai Sun Dao Ren groaned, a sharp pain shooting through his shoulder. The strength in his left arm vanished almost instantly. Just as he was about to circulate his inner energy to force back Zhuan Po, Mi Hun's "Mi Hun" sword pierced his right rib with lightning speed.

Bai Sun Dao Ren hurriedly dodged to the side, but he was still a step too slow. The tip of the "Soul Extinction" sword cut a deep wound in his right rib, and blood gushed out, instantly staining his bluish-gray Daoist robe red.

"court death!"

Enraged, Bai Sun Dao Ren unleashed his Xuanming True Qi, which surged wildly within his body. Ignoring his injuries, he simultaneously struck out with both palms, unleashing two dense, dark blue-black palm strikes towards the Zhuanpo and Miehun twin sisters. The chilling poison contained within the palm strikes was enough to instantly freeze a person's meridians.

Just then, Zhen Gang's "Zhen Gang" sword, carrying an incomparably fierce sword aura, went straight for Bai Sun Dao Ren's face; Duan Shui's "Duan Shui" sword silently pierced his dantian; and Luan Shen's "Luan Shen" sword also attacked his neck at the same time.

Three deadly attacks came at the same time, sealing off all his escape routes.

Bai Sun Dao Ren's face turned pale, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes. He never expected that after decades of dominating the martial arts world, he would eventually die at the hands of six assassins.

But there was no time to think further. He could only muster the last bit of his inner strength to withdraw the power of his palms and protect his face and dantian, trying to block this fatal blow.

"boom!"

Three loud bangs rang out simultaneously as the powerful sword energy of Zhen Gang, the invisible sword energy of Duan Shui, and the evil sword energy of Luan Shen all pierced through Bai Sun Dao Ren's defenses.

The protective shield of Xuanming True Qi on his body collapsed instantly, and the sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard.

Bai Sun Dao Ren spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, where he lay motionless, his eyes wide open, an expression of disbelief still lingering on his face, clearly dying with his eyes wide open.

Having dealt with Bai Sun Dao Ren, the Six Sword Slaves did not linger for a moment. With a flash, they charged towards Jinlun Fawang.

Upon seeing this, the Golden Wheel Monk's expression changed drastically, and a strong sense of fear surged within him. Even the Hundred Losses Daoist, a mid-stage Celestial Realm cultivator, couldn't withstand the combined attack of these six assassins. How could he, a peak Grandmaster, possibly resist when he was being relentlessly entangled by Zhao Kuangyin?

"withdraw!"

Without hesitation, the Golden Wheel Monk roared and hurled his five wheels at Zhao Kuangyin, attempting to force Zhao Kuangyin back and escape.

But would Zhao Kuangyin give him that opportunity?

"Big monk, you think you can leave? Too late!"

The dragon-shaped staff swept out suddenly, deflecting all five wheels. At the same time, the figure closed in, the tip of the staff pointing directly at the Golden Wheel Dharma King's chest.

At the same time, the Six Sword Slaves had already arrived.

Zhen Gang's "Zhen Gang" sword aimed straight at the front of the Golden Wheel Monk, Duan Shui circled around behind him, the twin sisters Zhuan Po and Mie Hun restrained his left and right sides, and Luan Shen moved around to the side. The six sword lights once again intertwined into an impenetrable sword net, trapping the Golden Wheel Monk tightly.

"what--!"

The Golden Wheel Monk let out a furious roar of resentment, and the five wheels in his hands spun wildly as he smashed them toward the Six Sword Slaves.

But this was all in vain. Zhen Gang knocked Jin Lun away with a single sword strike, and Duan Shui's "Duan Shui" sword instantly pierced through his dantian. The twin swords Zhuan Po and Mie Hun simultaneously pierced his legs, while Luan Shen's "Luan Shen" sword slashed his neck.

Blood gushed from several wounds at the same time, and the Golden Wheel Monk's body stiffened, his internal energy of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill instantly dissipated.

He looked down at the wounds on his body, then at the six sword slaves surrounding him, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes, before collapsing to the ground with a thud, dying instantly.

In a short time, the two top experts from the Mongol camp both perished under the combined attack of the Six Sword Slaves.

Zhao Kuangyin leaned on his dragon-patterned staff, panting heavily, sweat mixed with dust dripping from his forehead onto the ground.

He looked at the corpses of Bai Sun Dao Ren and Jin Lun Fa Wang on the ground, and then at the Six Sword Slaves standing to the side with an expressionless face. The surprise in his heart had not yet subsided.

He couldn't understand why Su Ye would save him. In the battle of Yangwu Pass, Su Ye's Imperial Guards and Hengzhou Army had routed the Night Fiend Army, causing heavy casualties. Zhao Kuangyin had also fought desperately to break through with his remaining troops.

Logically speaking, Su Ye and the Night Fiend Army are already mortal enemies. Now that he is in danger, it would be good enough if Su Ye didn't take advantage of his misfortune. Why would he specifically send top assassins like the Six Sword Slaves of Luo Wang to save him?

Zhao Kuangyin kept a close eye on the Six Sword Slaves, his grip on the Dragon Staff never loosening, always on guard against any possible unforeseen events.

Just then, a figure slowly emerged from the poplar forest behind Zhao Kuangyin.

The newcomer was dressed in a dark blue brocade robe, with a gloomy face and a faint, cold smile on his lips. His eyes revealed cunning and ruthlessness. He was Lan Dushou, one of the leaders of the Luo Wang.

"General Zhao, how have you been?"

Lan Dushou, with a faint aura of evil surrounding him, walked up to Zhao Kuangyin, stopped, looked him up and down, and then laughed sinisterly, his voice as grating as a ghost.

"Commander Luo Wanglan? May I ask what brings the Duke of Zhenguo here?"

Zhao Kuangyin frowned and looked at Lan Dushou warily.

He naturally recognized Lan Dushou. Among the leaders of Luo Wang, Lan Dushou's fearsome reputation over the years was no less than that of the Six Sword Slaves. He was especially skilled in using poison and sneak attacks, and his methods were ruthless and cunning. Everyone who died at his hands died a very tragic death.

(End of this chapter)