Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Three: The Killing of the Divine Sword Battalion

Walking in the formation, the six Martial Emperors suddenly felt a great sense of oppression. Even though they had killed countless people in their lives, they also felt a wave of heart palpitations at this moment.

Moreover, the formation formed by the hundreds of disciples of the Divine Sword Battalion seemed to follow some kind of law of heaven and earth, forcibly suppressing the strength of the six people.

The six people rampaged in the formation, the terrifying power was almost unstoppable, but it was strangely discovered that they were clearly going straight forward, but they kept turning in circles, and they were still unable to break through the encirclement of the hundred people.

Long Tu glanced slightly, and ignored the situation here. It was only a matter of time before the formation was broken through with the strength of six people.

The real threat came from the seven people in front of them, especially two of them who had reached the low-rank Junior Martial Emperor, Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan, the principal and deputy commanders of the Divine Sword Battalion.

Jiang Chi and the others had already retreated far away. With their half-step Martial Emperor's strength, they could reluctantly join the battle.

But the Shendao Battalion pays attention to the way of cooperation, what they have learned is irrelevant, they can't integrate into it at all, they can only be spectators, just in case.

kill!

The seven people shot at the same time, and the blood-drinking knife in their hands burst into blood-colored light, and the endless blood clouds in the sky began to roll and fetch, and the evil wind howled, and the evil spirit was compelling.

Longtu flipped his palm, and a purple spear appeared in his hand. With a slight swing, waves rose in the air, and a blue dragon hovered over the spear.

The dragon's head opened and roared, and the spear swept away, shaking four times in the air, blocking all the attacks of the seven people.

Whoosh!

With the collision of the weapons, terrifying power was emitted, and black cracks spread in the space.

A few people made a random move, and the space was torn apart. The black space crack spread in the air for several kilometers before stopping.

Where the cracks passed, the mountain peaks were cut off in half. Looking from the sky, it was like a piece of pie being eaten in half by a dog.

The speed of the several people fighting in the air was getting faster and faster, Xiao Chen's eyes couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed at all, and he could only hear deafening roars.

With the black cracks constantly spreading around, bang, a stream of bloody light flew upside down on the battlefield.

A martial artist from the Divine Sword Battalion,

A bloody hole the size of a fist appeared on his forehead, but he was stabbed to death by Long Tu.

A moment later, cracks spread from his wound, and his body was quickly torn into pieces.

"Haha, come again, the Divine Sword Battalion is nothing more than that."

Long Tu looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. After the words fell, he swept across with another spear. The purple spear seemed to come alive.

Turning into a green dragon, and sweeping out wildly, a disciple of the Divine Saber Battalion swung a blood-colored brilliance linking heaven and earth, trying to resist this terrifying blow.

Before the cyan auger approached, he let out a roar, containing endless holy power, which made this person dizzy and his legs and feet go weak.

boom!

The next moment, the cyan auger turned into a hard purple spear again, and a little purple light suddenly appeared on the tip of the spear.

Longtu turned his body slightly, and with a sudden thrust of his hand, the bloody brilliance was broken like lightning.

The person quickly turned around and flew away, the speed was comparable to the blood-colored lightning, Longtu snorted coldly, the long spear rushed forward, holding the end of the spear blade with his right hand.

The attack range immediately increased a lot, and it swayed directly, hitting the person's chest.

A bloody arrow spit out from the mouth and flew backwards, before he could control the direction in time, it hit the cracks in space that spread one after another.

Without any resistance, the body was cut into several pieces by the crack.

At the same time, the fierce attacks of the other five people flew towards Longtu viciously, with a bloody radiance and a terrifying ultimate move that contained the concept of killing.

"The flying dragon is in the sky!"

Long Tu retracted his gun and let out a yell, nine cyan dragons flew out of his body suddenly, the nine dragons took off, and a supreme will of the wind was contained on the blue dragons.

bang bang bang!

The dragon roared, and the will of the wind sprayed out, startling a gust of wind, blowing away the flood-like killing mood all at once.

The killing mood is powerful, but it is only the mood after all, and it is not an opponent of a higher level of will at all, unless a few people in the Shendao Battalion comprehend the will to kill.

The berserk power of Nine Dragons Soaring, with the power to destroy the world, quickly retreats no one to hit, especially when the artistic conception is broken, the power of the ultimate move is greatly reduced, and there is no recoil force at all.

Longtu laughed wildly, Jiulong flew into the body again, and in a flash, he came in front of a warrior from the Divine Sword Battalion.

With a thrust of the spear, a black hole appeared in the void. The power of this spear was so violent that it directly pierced the space.

Above the tip of the spear, the supreme will of the wind began to spread out, and a black hole the size of a fist immediately spread violently.

The figure of Longtu flashed and entered the space crack, and the next moment, a gap opened suddenly in front of the warrior who was retreating rapidly.

A long spear, with unparalleled power, emerged from the void and stabbed towards his forehead.

There was no sign of this sudden shot, and it was impossible to defend against. It was a shot that was sure to hit.

clang!

Just when the spear was about to pierce the man's forehead, a bloody long knife flashed from the side.

The blade slashed on the tip of the spear, but the will of the wind attached to the tip of the spear made it impossible to shake at all.

Ximen Ying's chaotic eyes with no focal length suddenly condensed, and two blood-colored pupils appeared in the eyes, which looked extremely strange.

The terrifying killing mood on the blade began to increase rapidly, and finally exploded, forming a ray of killing will.

boom!

The terrifying shot was finally fired, and the warrior took advantage of this opportunity to quickly dodge backwards.

Holding the handle of the gun, Long Tu slowly drilled out from the crack in the space, looked at Ximen Ying with a faint smile and said, "That's right, the concept of killing has evolved into the will to kill, but it's just a wisp, look at you How to resist the will of my wind."

drink!

Longtu's long spear swept across, purple light burst from the spear tip, and wisps of purple wind blades appeared, cutting cracks in the space.

Where the wind blade passed, cracks continued to spread, and the pitch-black cracks seemed to bloom like a flower, a terrifying flower with the power of death.

Ximen Ying's expression was dignified, without any words, the blood-colored pupils in his eyes glowed with a strange light, and he swung his long knife to repel the purple wind blades.

Countless wind blades were blown out, cutting long black space cracks in the air, and many martial kings who were idle in the air could not avoid it, and were immediately cut in half by the cracks.

The power of space cracks is simply not something that ordinary martial kings can contend with.

However, the power carried by the wind blade was too powerful. Every time a ray was repelled, Ximen Ying's body immediately flew back a hundred meters in the air, and her face became paler and paler.

Zhuo Yan, the deputy commander of the Shendao Battalion, saw that Ximen Ying was in a critical situation, so he hurriedly flew over and fought back the bloody wind blade together.

Longtu laughed, and a purple auger hovered over the spear, rushed towards the two of them quickly, and then ignored them.

Putting his gaze on the other three half-step Martial Emperor's swordsmen of the Divine Sword Camp, he tore them apart, and a space crack appeared between the sky and the earth, and figures flashed out.

bang bang bang!

That peerless and astonishing shot with the will of the violent wind was used three times in a row, and the three half-step martial emperors condensed the killing mood to the extreme.

But after all, there was a natural gap between artistic conception and will, and it was impossible to shake the spear at all, and Longtu hid his body in the crack of space.

He appears and disappears, comes and goes without a trace, no matter where you hide, his figure will always appear by your side, or behind you, or left and right, or just shoot him directly from the front.

The three half-step martial emperors, under this amazing shot, a blood hole was pierced on the forehead, but they were dead and couldn't die anymore.

At this time, Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan were still fighting against the soaring blue dragon. The dragon was a hundred meters long, with blue scales every step of the way, and a spiritual light flashed above its eyes, just like a real dragon.

Roaring furiously, Ao Yong recklessly in the air, between the tearing of the dragon's claws, thin cracks were left in the space, and a few wisps of blue dragon flames were spit out from time to time when he opened his mouth.

Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan turned into two streamers of blood, avoiding the attack of the flood dragon while leaving scars on their bodies.

The knife move that contained the artistic conception of killing, in the middle of the cut, the wound could not heal, and the figure of Jiaolong gradually faded away, but it could not last long.

After finishing off the three half-step Martial Emperors, Longtu turned his gaze to the blue auger that was already dim and about to run out of energy, without changing expression, he swiped his spear out of thin air.

The purple light condensed on the tip of the spear, and a long crack was opened in the void immediately. Longtu turned around and disappeared into the night.

Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan, who had completely dealt with the blue dragon, did not have time to breathe a sigh of relief when a crack suddenly opened above their heads.

A purple spear, containing a strong will of the wind, exploded in the air and fell towards the two of them.

when!

The figures of Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan quickly moved a step, and the bloody long knives crossed in the air, blocking the shot that could split mountains and crack rocks.

After the figure of Longtu completely passed through the crack, he let out a long laugh and roared angrily: "The mantis arm is like a cart, can you stop it, get out!"

The right hand holding the handle of the gun suddenly exerted force, and the purple light spread from the tip of the gun towards the bottom.

Immediately, a flood dragon engraved on the body of the gun became radiant, and the will of the wind became even more violent.

boom!

The two of Ximen Ying spit out a stream of blood each, and the blood-drinking knife in their hands couldn't bear the force, so they came out of their hands and fell towards the ground.

"roll!"

With a loud shout, Longtu's figure leaped forward quickly, and the void was under his feet, as if walking on flat ground, leaving a purple footprint out of thin air with every step he took.

Swinging the spear, Ximen Ying and his left eye and chest were each shot, and his body shot towards the rear, hitting the mountain a thousand meters away, and half of the mountain was knocked out.

Looking at all this, Xiao Chen's eyes were full of horror and doubts. He was also the Martial Emperor, why did Long Tu beat the other Martial Emperors so helplessly.