1511 Chances Are Running Out

While the battle between the Heavenly Sword God Sect's sect was still going on, the Sixth Elder suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the top of the fairy mountain.

He saw a huge explosion over there, and two powerful forces collided-then the entire fairy mountain began to shake, and many swordsmen turned their heads to notice the direction of the mountain top at this time.

"The Supreme Elder has already made a move! It seems to be fighting with the enemy's master!" A swordsman said excitedly.

He is a low-level little swordsman, and all he can think of is the exciting scene of the elder Taishang fighting against the enemy and fighting against the enemy's strong man.

However, the Sixth Elder's expression was serious, because he knew that the enemy hadn't broken through the mountain protection array yet, and such a battle should not break out at the core position like the top of the fairy mountain.

But he couldn't leave here now, he couldn't leave his post without permission, and set off to see what happened at the top of Xianshan Mountain.

He was so anxious that he could only walk up and down in the trench, looking up from time to time, where the black smoke was rising from the explosion.

In front of him, on a high ground guarded by the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect, fierce hand-to-hand combat had already taken place between the two sides.

When confronting the enemy at close range, the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect are still very effective in fighting. They urged their flying swords to chop down the charging enemies one after another, so that the enemy's corpses piled up on the front of their position .

However, the number of enemies is too many, too many to kill. Killing dozens of sweepers will not reduce their number at all, but every swordsman killed in battle will indeed weaken the defensive strength of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

What's even more frightening is that when the opponent's soldiers attacked the high ground, the sweepers in the distance didn't care about the soldiers on their own side who were sticking together with the enemy, and directly opened fire and carried out brutal covering shots.

There were almost piles of corpses, and the hilltops filled with soldiers from both sides were immediately covered by the explosion, turning into a bloody hell.

In just that round of artillery fire coverage, Tianjian Shenzong killed hundreds of swordsmen. And the enemy's corpses were scattered everywhere as far as the eye could see.

Seven or eight swordsmen poked their heads out from the broken position. They had just survived the artillery fire.

What awaited them was the enemy's second attack. Under the cover of the Destroyer, countless sweepers approached the Heavenly Sword Sect's position step by step.

A swordsman of the Heavenly Sword God Sect with a wound on his forehead pulled out a magic weapon from the soft soil without saying a word, and carefully dusted off the floating dirt on it.

Another swordsman crawled over and poured the spiritual energy in his body into the magic weapon, and it didn't stop until the magic weapon started to vibrate slightly.

When the Destroyer who was crawling forward in front of him approached a distance of tens of meters, several swordsmen around urged their flying swords and began to attack the sweepers around the Destroyer.

Their flying swords created chaos, making the entire battlefield noisy again. The sweeper's energy attack was accompanied by a violent explosion, interspersed with a few crisp rifle shots, which once again opened the prelude to the bloody battle.

After distracting the enemy's attention, the two Heavenly Sword Divine Sect swordsmen who were ready,

Aim the magic weapon in his hand at the Destroyer who is already close at hand.

The lightsaber condensed into shape, and then delivered a powerful blow. The huge aura pierced through the front face of the Destroyer, and even cut off the thick cannon barrel on its back.

The Destroyer collapsed on the ground as if he had lost his soul, but the sweepers around him noticed the enemy who had just launched an attack in front of them.

The arms on the shoulders of the two sweepers aimed at the crater where the enemy was hidden, and then four streaks of black energy hit the crater.

The two swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect who were hiding in it turned into stumps and flew in all directions before they could even utter a scream.

"I surrender! Spare me!" On the battlefield, a swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Sect did not know where he learned the posture, knelt on the ground and raised his hands high, crying and begging for mercy.

However, the sweepers on the opposite side did not give him a chance to surrender, but fired directly, killing the poor surrenderer into pieces of meat.

In the trench, a female swordsman was crying while hugging her knees. She had been tortured and collapsed by the cruel war scene before her.

Those swordsmen who have not experienced the war between the Alan Hill Empire, actually have little resistance to such a cruel scene in front of them.

The only reason they have been able to fight until now and persevere until now is because they have no other choice!

As for the watchmen, they disdain to use some means to deceive their own goals. Because this is one of the few entertainment activities they have had in the long years.

Nobody likes to end a game prematurely, and that doesn't make any sense to the caretakers. Even, they hope to continue this kind of hunting, because this can continue their happiness.

Therefore, they don't accept surrender, and they don't want to deceive the targets, waiting for the other party to surrender before starting the massacre-this is boring and meaningless to them.

"Get up! Get up! They are coming! What's the use of you crying here? Yujian fights back! Otherwise, there is only one end!" A swordsman grabbed a female swordsman by the collar ferociously, pulling her up from the ground .

He pointed viciously at the enemy who was not far away, and shouted loudly: "If you want to survive, fight quickly! Don't hold back! Now is not the time for you to be coquettish!"

The female swordsman was thrown to the edge of the trench while crying. Beside her, a male swordsman was retching uncontrollably.

No way, the swordsman who surrendered just now was blown into the sky by a cannonball, and an arm hit the face of the unlucky swordsman.

Now his face was covered with blood, the arm under his feet was still warm, and his stomach was twitching non-stop, which made him lie on the edge of the trench and vomit stomach acid non-stop.

And right next to the vomiting swordsman, other swordsmen were releasing their aura, urging their flying swords, and knocking down those enemies who tried to get close to the ground.

Behind them, at the end of the winding mountain road, at the top of the fairy mountain, another huge explosion lifted the heavy bell.

A figure collided with the bell, and another figure rushed out of the smoke formed by the explosion, overlooking the figure leaning on the bell.

"The Nine Heavens Excalibur is nothing more than that, it seems that you have wasted too much time." The Supreme Elder, who landed lightly and covered in a blood mist, sneered while looking down at the Sect Master of Shenzong proudly.

The master of Shenzong spat out a mouthful of blood, and there were only three flying swords floating behind him. His complexion was gray and he struggled for a while, leaning on the half-broken dao clock before barely standing up.

He stared fiercely at the Supreme Elder in front of him, gritted his teeth and asked, "Aren't you afraid of retribution for betraying Shenzong at this time, deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors?"

At this moment, he really wanted to slap the other party in the mouth! He wants to devote himself to cultivation, to obtain a stronger cultivation base, and to control more power.

But he is not alone! He is the suzerain of Shenzong, how many affairs does he have to manage every day? If he didn't have to worry about these sect affairs, he might have reached another level!

To become the suzerain of Shenzong, who is not extremely talented? Back then, he was also the real Son of Destiny, who stood out from countless disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect and became the chief disciple!

Even, his talent was so good that he was favored by the previous suzerain, taught him personally, and appointed him as the suzerain's successor!

Among other things, it can be seen from the fact that he was not given to the Supreme Elder to absorb the essence, his excellence is definitely not something to brag about.

But no matter how good he is, the speed of his cultivation has indeed been affected because he is entangled in sect affairs. Even if he is still the number one expert in the sect, even if he is indeed very strong!

It's just that when facing the old monster and the elder, his whole body and the powerful magic weapon beside him are not enough to look at.

After all, if the Supreme Elder wasn't strong, he wouldn't be able to survive until now and become Shenzong's biggest reliance.

Regrettably, this existence, which was supposed to be the biggest reliance, has now become a big variable - even, for him as the suzerain, it is already the king of Hades urging his life.

"Retribution? Haha! Only those who are trapped in reincarnation worry about retribution. This old man has transcended reincarnation. He is not in the five elements and outside the six realms. How can we talk about retribution?" The elder Taishang laughed and didn't care.

He stepped forward step by step, shook his head gently and continued: "You yellow-haired boy, you want to plant evil thoughts on my Dao Heart and lead me into a madness? You are too tender! You are too tender!"

"What I cultivate is the way of the devil, and what I move is evil thoughts! Are you going to make me go mad? I am a devil, so what do you do to me? Hahahahaha! Ahhahaha!" The Supreme Elder laughed arrogantly.

Several swordsmen gathered around and urged their flying swords at the elder Taishang, trying to attack together.

Those around here are all the confidantes of the suzerain of Shenzong. These swordsmen found that things had changed, so they naturally wanted to help their suzerain.

It's just that their cultivation base is too low, and they can't even delay for a while. The blood mist on the Supreme Elder's body condensed into a twisting blood sword, which pierced through the bodies of all the swordsmen who surrounded him in just a split second.

The bodies of these swordsmen seemed to be sucked dry, turning into shriveled zombies, and fell to the ground and fell apart.

The already seriously injured Shenzong Sect Master breathed out again, crossed his hands in front of his chest and made a formula, and the flying sword behind him was like three streams of light, heading straight for the Supreme Elder's face.

The elder Taishang waved his sleeve, and the blood sword was like a spirit snake, wrapping around the flying sword that struck. In an instant, a flying sword shattered and disappeared without a trace.

As for the remaining two flying swords, one was inserted into the chest of the Supreme Elder, and the other was held in the hand of the Supreme Elder.

All I saw was the flying sword held in the hand of the Supreme Elder, which was broken after a couple of struggles, and fell to the ground as if it lost its soul all at once.

But the flying sword that was inserted into the chest of the Supreme Elder was suddenly pulled out when the Supreme Elder reached out to grab it, and flew back to the back of the Sect Master Shenzong.

Two more flying swords were smashed by the elders in the sky, and the lord of Shenzong spurted out a mouthful of blood again, falling on the ground in front of him.

He staggered, sat down, leaned against the fragment of the clock again, subconsciously raised his hand to block it, drained the remaining spirit energy in his body, and blessed it on his arm.

The dangerous blood sword pierced through the spiritual energy defense, and then penetrated the forearm of the suzerain of the Heavenly Sword God Sect, almost piercing the suzerain's chest. But in the next moment, it was pulled back and returned to the side of the Supreme Elder.

"Why do you have to struggle? This will only make you more painful..." The Taishang Elder stretched out his palm, and gently brushed the blood sword with his fingertips. A drop of blood stuck to his fingertips and sent it into the In his own mouth: "Ah...delicious!"

The Sect Master of Shenzong, who fell on the ground, already found that his arm that was pierced just now, together with the palm, had turned into a black skeleton, without any vitality.

"Don't be too happy! You can't do whatever you want in the sect!" The master of Shenzong grasped the other wrist that had turned black with his good palm, and cursed loudly while spitting blood.

He stared at the old monster in front of him, and shouted word by word: "The first elder and second elder of the Zongmen haven't come out of seclusion, the two of them joining forces may not be able to defeat you!"

"Of course I won't forget those two little things!" The elder Taishang nodded and said, "Don't worry! After I have taken care of you, go and kill those two thieves first!"

"Could it be possible for you to kill everyone? Kill them all?" The head of Shenzong laughed back in anger, and continued to counter verbally.

"Kill them all? I don't think it's such a troublesome thing, right?" The elder Taishang held the winning ticket and didn't hide it. He said, "As long as I leave them here, won't someone help me do these things?"

He spread his arms and gestured to the surrounding situation: "These monsters who don't know where they come from can just be used! Isn't it? Hahahaha!"

"So! Where is the Nine Heavens Star Map? Where is it? Hand it over!" He stretched out his palm: "You gave it to me, and I will reward you...and it can quickly revitalize the sect you have been thinking about. Isn't your wish?"

As he spoke, the blood sword on his body flew out again, beheading several female swordsmen hiding around, in exchange for screams one after another.

When Feijian returned to the side of the Supreme Elder again, he had already walked in front of the Sect Master of Shenzong. Condescending, he looked at each other with cruel eyes: "My patience is limited, your chances are running out! Say it, or not?"

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