One Thousand Three Hundred and Five Is That?

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In front of the magic eye made by the Heavenly Sword God, more swordsmen from the Heavenly Sword God are passing through the barrier and coming to Planet Hope 2.

When they arrived, they still looked like they were invincible in the world, but after arriving here, they were shocked by the tragic scene in front of them.

On the ground not far away, the entire land has changed its shape. The land that should have been covered with grass and trees has now been turned over like cultivated land!

What was even more frightening was that fragments of the white clothes of the Heavenly Sword Sect could be seen everywhere, and the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who greeted them were covered in blood, looking as embarrassed as beggars.

"What happened?" A disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect who had just arrived, after being taken aback, grabbed the female swordsman who greeted him and asked.

The female swordsman who was questioned couldn't help but burst into tears. It was like a pear blossom with rain: "Senior brother! Many of our fellow disciples died! Those damned thieves... Please, brothers, avenge us!"

Upon hearing this news, the new masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect all showed shock.

It is really unheard of for thousands of years to be able to beat so many swordsmen like this at once. Since they joined the Heavenly Sword Sect, they have never encountered such a strange thing.

"This...how is this possible..." A swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Sect walked quickly to the side of a new grave, looking at the flying sword inserted in front of the new grave, his eyes were full of disbelief.

He looked over this new grave in one breath, but he couldn't see the end of the grave! Looking at it, there are probably a hundred or eighty cemeteries in this cemetery!

"You mean? When we just came here, hundreds of fellow disciples have already died in battle?" The swordsman looked at the junior sisters who came to greet them, and said coldly.

If the aborigines here dared to resist the rule of the Heavenly Sword Sect, then he would go on a killing spree and kill all these disobedient guys!

The only female swordsman who didn't cry couldn't stop crying when she heard this question: "Brother... Where are there hundreds of them... The ones in front of me are just the ones whose bodies were found and buried here... I can't find them." There are probably seven or eight hundred more corpses..."

"Ah?" Hearing this answer, the eyes of the newcomer swordsman widened. He suspected that he had misheard the answer, so he hurriedly asked again: "How much?"

"Senior Brother! We came here with Master, and thousands of fellow disciples have already fallen!" The female swordsman sniffled her nose, and was about to lean on her senior's shoulder and cry for a while.

With agility, he avoided the 1.35-meter-tall female swordsman who weighed at least 190 kilograms. The rather handsome male swordsman looked at another petite junior sister, and reached out to support her waist. On the shoulder, he opened his mouth to comfort and said: "Don't cry! There is a brother here! The brother will avenge you!"

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The white-haired old man tidied up his robes, and looked at the thousands of disciples who had lined up and recovered, with a distressed expression on his face.

He took his apprentices and grandchildren to expedition to this new paradise, and in less than a day, he lost more than a thousand people!

This is almost one-eighth of the combat power of his subordinates! If he lost any more, he would even ask the sect for help!

Thinking of this, the old man's face became more angry. What he wants to do now is revenge! Slaughter all the original natives in this world, and avenge his dead disciples!

"Liu Qi! Take 500 people and head east! When you meet gods and kill gods, when you meet demons and slay demons!" Now that he had stabilized his position, the white-haired old man began to prepare for a counterattack.

His tactics are very simple, that is, to attack from all directions, and wipe out all the local bastards he sees, leaving no one behind!

The apprentice whose name was called immediately stepped forward and clasped his fists, bowed his head and promised: "The disciple takes orders! Master, please be safe and don't be impatient! Wait for the good news from the disciple!"

After all, he ordered 500 swordsmen,

Quickly left the temporary camp. The tent here has not been fully set up, and the surrounding fence has not been closed.

The reason why such a camp was built in situ was to temporarily accommodate those injured colleagues—they had no awareness of avoiding the coordinates of missile attacks, and naturally they would not think about quickly changing places to set up camp.

Just when the white-haired old man was about to look for his disciples again and start attacking in another direction, he felt something rushing over his head!

"Again?" The white-clothed old man frowned, raised his flying sword, and looked up at the sky. This time he planned to take action himself, and had a good fight with the incoming weapons.

As a result, those attacking black objects, after rapidly swooping in front of them, just exploded in the sky and turned into a ball of gorgeous flames.

"That's it?" A thought suddenly popped into the mind of the old man in white. When he was ready for a big fight, the opponent's attack seemed to become less sharp.

It was a matter of course to think about it, if the opponent's attack had always been so terrifying, then he wouldn't have to continue in this battle.

As long as there are a few more fatal attacks like the first round, his old bones will probably need someone else to help collect his body.

Just when he thought of this, he suddenly felt the truth: the first round of attack destroyed the world, the second round of attack was just extremely powerful, and the third round of attack became so anticlimactic...

I'm afraid it's going to be a one-stop effort, then decline, and three exhaustion, right? The old man in white felt that this was the normal way of thinking. The other party's three axes had almost been used up!

Just when the white-clothed old man felt that his opponent was finally exhausted, a white-clothed swordsman suddenly felt that something was wrong with his body near the explosion of fire ball tens of meters high.

He raised his head to look at his fellow door opposite him in some horror, and found that the other party was holding his chest and looking at him in surprise.

"It's not right..." This is what he wanted to say, but his voice turned into a gibberish in the ears of others not far away: "Ba Daji..."

He opened his mouth, and when he wanted to continue talking, his saliva already flowed down unconsciously. His facial muscles began to twitch, and his respiratory system had begun to stop working.

The other white-clothed swordsman standing next to him has already started to vomit non-stop at this moment, and the person who is farther away is beginning to feel that something is wrong with his body...

"Something's wrong!" Finally, several white-clothed swordsmen who were farther away realized the seriousness of the problem, and shouted words that should have been shouted long ago.