Legend of Sword King

0The wolfwalkers, who were running and leaping across the road, originally looked like tigers but now all raised their heads in shock. They felt as if they were facing a deep abyss, as if they were carrying mountains. Their hands and feet were stiff, and their elemental energy was obscure. It was as if they were facing the might of gods, and their fear made them unable to move!    0

    

And so, shouts of alarm rose and fell one after another!    

    

At the same time, the sound of air exploding could be heard.    

    

The rain of swords fell onto the group of wolfwalkers, either piercing through their bodies as they flew. Bloody light suddenly appeared, or they struck against their defensive magical equipment and exploded, causing a wave of air to wash over them, or they struck the mountain, sending mud and stone flying everywhere.    

    

Within a circumference of over 30 steps, ghosts wailed and wolves howled. Countless pieces of broken limbs flew into the air. The wild surging origin energy mixed with blood fog splashed in all directions like an apocalypse!    

    

Apart from this, there was nothing else.    

    

Yeluo Mingguang, who had not been rushing forward, froze on the spot. The other wolves who were not in the attack range of the Green Lotus Sword Mountain froze on the spot. They stared at this scene dumbfoundedly, as if they had fallen into a cave of ice.    

    

Yeru Mingguang had never seen such a sword move.    

    

This was a sword-stance with peerless power!    

    

He had never seen him before. He had also never heard of such a sharp and overbearing sword style in the Western Lion Country!    

    

At that moment, he felt a majestic and ancient power. It was as if it did not belong to this era, but instead came from the Wilderness!    

    

"Which sect's absolute art is this?!" Xiliang actually has such a consummate skill?! " Jeruming was dazed for a moment.    

    

Such a sword move, in terms of power, had already surpassed any cultivation technique he had ever seen. Even if it was a top cultivation technique in the temple, it still might not be able to compete with it!    

    

Just who was this azure-robed swordsman? What fortuitous encounter did he encounter?    

    

Could it be that he really was Prince Xi Liang, and he was taught by a god?!    

    

Yelu's eyes were glazed.    

    

Cheng Qing sheathed his sword.    

    

In front of him was a messy battlefield.    

    

Broken rocks and flying dirt were everywhere. The wolves all fell to the ground in a mess, and their blood dyed the ground red. Some of the wolves who were still standing were also dressed in ragged clothes with disheveled hair, looking extremely disheveled.    

    

Below the Azure Lotus Sword Mountain, as long as a Sumeru Stage Seven and below wolfwalker was hit by a sword qi, they would die on the spot. Only those with a life saving magical equipment that were strong enough or had a cultivation at least the eighth or ninth grade of the Xumi Stage or above would be able to survive.    

    

Out of the seventy to eighty wolfwalkers, there were about twenty who were within the range of the Green Lotus Sword Mountain. Currently, only six or seven people stood and kneeled together. The only ones who weren't heavily injured were the two in the ninth level of the Xumi Stage.    

    

The Heaven Lake Sword returned to its scabbard. Chen Qing smiled at Yeluo Mingguang and once again made a throat slitting gesture with his hand. Then, he turned around and returned to the Heavenly Secrets Sect.    

    

The surface of Yeruming's face was as black as ink.    

    

After all, the Blue Lotus Sword Mountain was a group attack sword, and its might was inferior to the Lotus Blooming Sword Intent. Chen Qing's Essence was dense and pure, and he could only kill seventh level Sumeru Realm wolves with his sword, so he could still fight those eighth, ninth grade Xumi martial artists.    

    

But even so, this momentum was enough to intimidate the opponent and raise the morale of their side.    

    

The cultivators of the Tranquil Sky Sect were all shouting with their necks red. Their auras were even more terrifying than that of a pack of wolves.    

    

Their eyes were filled with reverence when they looked at Cheng Qing. Some of them even wanted to bow and bow.    

    

As the wolfwalker regrouped, Cheng Qing turned around in front of the An Tian Sect battle formation.    

    

Thanks to Nie Tian's cover, the two battle tactics of the An Tian Sect had been completed, and all they wanted now was a battle.    

    

Under the burning gazes of the crowd, Li Ye raised her hand and pointed at the wolfman and Yeru on the hillside, giving the order that the cultivators of the An Tian Sect yearned for day and night, "Leave none alive."