The battle was originally very smooth, and even if the ferocious Ten Dead Soldiers appeared, there was no threat. As long as the fear of the ugly monster was overcome, it was not difficult for the four heavyweight swordsmen to defeat the Ten Dead Soldiers, but they never expected that the cultivator would intervene directly, and they would use sneak attacks and plot against each other.

Bailisha, who had defeated his opponent without any injury, was severely injured, and his life and death were unknown. The right-wing swordsman was killed so that only Ying Fang, Yin Shun, and two unknown swordsmen were left.

Ying Fang fought hard against his opponent. If the other party hadn't thought he was sure to win and had the intention of catching a mouse, Ying Fang and the last two swordsmen would have died long ago and could not wait for Yin Shun to wake up.

At this moment, facing the arrogant and cruel opponent, Yin Shun, who woke up, fell into madness, carried all the swords of his dead comrades on his back, and launched a mad counterattack on the arrogant and powerful enemy.

However, the enemy is a monk and the blood spear is a magic weapon. Yin Shun sacrificed his life and could not catch up with the gap between the two.

A basin of blood spear was poured out by a blood spear and it was about to swallow Yin Shun. This was the magical power of a "blood spear covering the sky".

Yin Shun originally wanted to rush over to fight, but Ying Fang knew that he would definitely not be able to fight, because he saw with his own eyes that all the swordsmen who had hit this move were cut into two pieces. So he took the initiative and used flashes that could only be used once in his life to fight away Yin Shun, but he was hit by a blood gun covering the sky.

"Ah!" As Ying Fang screamed, his legs were hit, the blood in the wound was absorbed by the blood gun, and his legs flew away like a broken line.

Yin Shun realized the danger, but when he was pushed away just now, he was not idle, so he threw out an iron sword.

The monk did not notice that the sword had pierced the body-protecting magic power. When he noticed something was wrong, he lowered his head and saw the weapon piercing his shoulders, and was stunned for a moment.

Because this is unreasonable, he is a cultivator, how could the other party hurt him? He obviously forgot that he is just a cultivator in the Killing Physical Stage, and the use of iron swords and divine intentions of mortals is enough to break the other party's magic power.

Yin Shun, who was determined to take revenge, unknowingly activated his divine will, and the flying sword hurts the enemy.

"You actually hurt me?" Obviously, I didn't expect to be injured. My voice trembled a little. I took out a jade bottle from my arms and wanted to eat it.

So how could Yin Shun let him take medicine to heal his wounds? He drew his sword from behind again and rushed up.

The monk was shocked and was about to dodge. At this time, the two swordsmen behind him rushed forward, hugging the enemy's legs left and right without giving him a chance to escape.

Once you become a monk, you forget the power of mortals. You didn’t expect that mortals could hurt you, and you didn’t expect that mortals would dare to fight back at this time.

First, someone sacrificed his life to protect the strongest swordsman, but now someone sacrificed his life to create attack opportunities for his teammates.

"You mortals are looking for death?" He was so angry that he stabbed his blood gun and wanted to kill the opponent who hugged his legs first. This was his biggest miscalculation, because this wasted precious time against the enemy.

Just as the monk wanted to regain his freedom, Yin Shun had already arrived in front of him. The opportunity he had created for himself with his life must not be missed, because there would not be a second time.

Yin Shun waved his arms frantically, and the sword shadow slapped like rain, causing the enemy's protective magic to flash continuously.

Bang, the sword shattered.

I couldn't stop, I had to kill the other party, so I pulled out the iron sword from behind and continued to slash, losing consciousness on both my left and right arms, but I still couldn't stop.

"Haha, I was not prepared just now. Now I have used ten levels of magic power to protect my body. Don't even think of breaking my magic power." The monk said wildly. In his opinion, even if Yin Shun cut off two arms and smashed ten iron swords, it would be futile.

However, the monk just finished speaking, a stream of blood, two streams of blood... blood gushed out from him like a spring.

How is this possible?

The monk was shocked. How could a mortal injure himself with just ordinary attacks? This is impossible.

Of course, this is possible. He obviously didn't know how ordinary soldiers fought against immortals with higher cultivation in the Battle of the Gods. He felt superior in the mere elixir stage, which was simply seeking death.

"Ah!" Yin Shun slashed the last sword wildly, and the sword blade crossed the enemy's left shoulder to the right abdomen, directly cutting off the cultivator's soul and sending him to the six realms of reincarnation.

The monk died unwillingly.

Yin Shun, who defeated the monk, also fell straight to the ground and fainted. He was squeezed dry and lost a drop of spiritual consciousness.

The battle on the right wing ended, and the battle of the front army began. Feng Shiwu fought all the way to the eye of the formation and met three priests.

Bayaozi didn't expect that his junior brother would be killed. His face looked very ugly and he said viciously: "A foolish guy, I need to take action on this little thing myself." "Forget it, let me meet the number one swordsman in Qi State in person. Third junior brother, look at her."

Bayaozi left the third junior brother behind and entered the Nine Poison Formation by himself.

"You continue to maintain the formation, and leave this guy to me." Bayaozi appeared in the formation eyes and directly faced the front army headed by Feng Shiwu.

Feng Shiwu only felt that the other party was filled with a strange aura.

Bayaozi was already in the fasting period and looked down on these mortals at all. Just waved his hand, the swordsmen around Feng Shiwu were immediately cut off their arms by invisible magic power, and they could no longer hold the sword.

Killing people is just a lie, but Bayaozi does not kill them, but instead takes away the swordsman's most important right arm, and his heart is punishable.

Feng Shiwu knew that his opponent was not an ordinary person, and his ability to cut off his hands was beyond the understanding of ordinary people. The opponent was a demon and ghost. However, since the opponent did not cut off his arm, it was obviously giving him a chance. Feng Shiwu did not hesitate to slowly raise his sword to prepare for the battle.

"Come on." Bayaozi said disdainfully. In his opinion, this was just a boring game.

"The moon left in the empty curtain." Fengshi Wu Jian called out, and the sword was like a full moon, covering the enemy.

Bayaozi just responded with her index finger on her right hand. It was Hong Guoguo's contempt and looked down on Feng Shiwu, the number one swordsman in Qi: "Do you know why I only cut their arms?" Bayaozi asked and answered: "Because I want them to live to witness the disastrous defeat of the number one swordsman in Qi, and then spread the news and let your Qi be disgraced."

Feng Shiwu's wonderful sword move was blocked by the enemy with a finger. He knew that the gap between the enemy and us was like clouds, but at this time he could only do his best, and the sword moves were endless.

The sun is covered with the broken clouds, and the fog is closed and the cold river is used one by one, but there is no way to reverse it.

But Feng Shiwu still didn't stop.

"Haha, I'll give you a chance to use all of "Qi Yun Sword Song". Now there is the last move of "The Wind of a Great Power" left. See if you can hurt one of my fingers. If you can't hurt, then you will die later." Bayaozi gave his last chance.

Feng Shiwu said coldly: "I won't let you down." After saying that, he closed his eyes and what he learned throughout his life came to his mind. The next step is probably the last sword in his life. He must not let Qi down, nor can he let down the sword path he has studied all his life.

"What a great power is the wind of a great country, how great is the Great Qi." Feng Shiwu condensed the marrow of his life and turned it into the last sword.

The wind of a great country!
Chapter completed!