Chapter 109 I Have a Jug of Wine, Which Is Enough to Comfort Fengchen.

Oxhorn City.

One of the three cities on the Zhongling front line.

This city is currently guarded by Ning Fengchen, the master of the Eternal Peak of the Sword Sect.

Like Gu Qiu, after receiving the news, Ning Fengchen quickly made the same decision: to retreat with the entire city, and the Jianzong monks to stay behind.

Among the seven peak masters of the Sword Sect, in terms of strength, the strongest one is undoubtedly the master of Qingyun Peak, Sword Immortal Xie Qingyun.

Ranked second is Yu Canghai, the master of Canghai Peak.

After that, it was Ning Fengchen and Xue Wushao's turn.

Moreover, Ning Fengchen's specialty is murderous sword skills.

Sword cultivators are good at killing, and among such a group of monks, they are also famous for killing people, so one can imagine their prowess in killing.

At least on the surface, Oxhorn City will be the most troublesome city.

Therefore, Demon Lord Dongqi personally led the army to attack this city.

Demon Lord Dongqi is a high-level demon in terms of combat power. His status and strength among the inner demon clan are just below those of the two top demons, Soul Lord and Yu Zun.

Below two people, above ten thousand people, his strength is unimaginable.

"Sword Sect's seven hundred or so men came to stop a million-strong army. It seems very stupid, but they are not fools."

"Sword cultivator ranks first among the six major cultivation systems of the human race, ranking first in killing and attacking."

"They were born to fight."

"With such a group, if we want to cross Niujiao City to pursue the retreating human monks without dealing with them first, the formation will be cut through by them."

"So, we have no choice. We must destroy them first and solve our worries before we can continue to pursue the retreating human monks."

Compared with Demon Lord Taixuan who attacked Hutou City, Demon Lord Dongqi was calmer and saw more things.

Except for the sword sect monks, if there were only 700 other monks, they would not be taken seriously by him at all, and they would not be able to affect the pursuit pace of the demon army.

"At the same time, after being surrounded by our army, almost no monks still have hope to save their lives.

The so-called queen means actually giving up one's life. "

"But if anyone has a chance of survival in this situation, it's the sword cultivator."

Not for anything else, just because the sword cultivator was the first in the formation and became invincible.

Facing the heavy siege of the demon army, what is needed to break out is explosive power.

Because once it fails to break out of the encirclement at one go, even a real dragon will be beaten to death in the face of the continuous attacks of the demons.

Not only can the largest number of demons be stopped with the smallest number of people, but there is also hope of escaping...

In addition to the righteousness of "the one with a big boat has a heavy responsibility, and the horse with a horse can ride a long distance", the three sword sect peak masters chose to let the monks of their sect be in charge of the rear because this is the best answer!

"Good idea..."

"Today, let me sacrifice the flag with the blood of your Sword Sect monks!"

Demon Lord Dongqi had a fierce look in his eyes and issued an order of his own.

The next moment, a team of more than twenty demon cultivators received the order and took action violently.

These more than twenty demon cultivators are from the same demon clan. Their bodies are over a hundred feet long and as big as a mountain peak.

They look like lions, with majestic green venomous thorns on their backs, trying to pierce the sky.

What’s even more frightening is that these demon cultivators are all at the ninth level. Although their strength has not reached the demon king level, they are definitely powerful.

There are not many monks in the eighth realm of the human race, and there are even fewer monks in the ninth realm. Each of them is a top powerhouse in a region, or a leader in the sect.

Able to organize a small team of more than twenty ninth-grade experts on the battlefield, including and only demons.

Even Daxia couldn't do it.

They are the Bodhisattva clan.

The Bodhisattva Demon Lord is only a seventh-grade bloodline, but their bloodline magical powers are particularly suitable for war, so the Heart Demon Clan spent a lot of resources to train them and help them break the shackles of their bloodline and advance to the ninth grade.

Raise an army for a thousand days, use it for a while.

Unlike Demon Lord Taixuan who took the lead with the Black Scale Demon Clan and shouldered the sword cultivator’s offensive, Demon Lord Dongqi’s choice was to use violence to counter violence, attack to attack, and directly use the big killer weapon that his side had been preparing for a long time.

The next moment, the bone spurs on the backs of these twenty or so demon cultivators who had died from the demon clan suddenly flew up and shot out, launching an unparalleled powerful offensive.

Nearly ten thousand bone spurs from the demon race roared and danced in the void. This kind of scene was extremely rare.

Under the gloomy sky, only the shrill swishing sound could be heard, and the bone spurs were shining with a faint green light, making the sky brighter.

Even the Demon Lord would find it very difficult to face such an attack.

Ning Fengchen didn't find it difficult.

But behind him was the Sword Sect monk, who was not as powerful as him, so it was still a bit troublesome to deal with this kind of attack.

"Then, stop them all." Ning Fengchen said softly.

Looking at the bone spurs flying through the sky, Ning Fengchen threw his flying sword.

It was a gleaming flying sword, with a sharp and narrow blade that seemed to be born for killing people. Like an arrow, it easily cut through the space, pierced the sky, and roared out.

Whether it was too fast or some strange swordsmanship, the flying sword only shone for a moment as it flew out, and then disappeared.

As if being swallowed up by the void.

But a tearing sound came from the space at the right time.

It was like a blank piece of paper that had been cut into countless pieces with a knife.

The aura in this world suddenly broke with the sharp sharpness of the flying sword that was no longer visible but definitely existed.

Thousands of spear-like bone spurs shot into the torn world between lightning and flint.

Their smooth and smooth forward trajectory suddenly deviated.

There seems to be indescribable strong pressure in heaven and earth forcing them.

They began to tremble and make a high-pitched buzzing sound.

As they continued to move forward, the buzzing sound became more urgent.

puff!

Finally, after reaching a certain distance, there was a popping sound.

A green bone spur was shattered into powder.

Like a chain reaction of dominoes.

The sound of popping was heard one after another, and the bone spurs turned into powder one after another and scattered all over the sky.

In the end, all these bone spurs were shattered, and none of them could reach the sword sect monks.

How can one sword stop ten thousand spears?

Ning Fengchen gave the answer.

He didn't use his own sword to block it. He used his own sword to cut open the world, and then let the vitality of the world shake and become chaotic, allowing the world to stop it.

Ning Fengchen was still standing at the front of the Sword Sect monks, motionless.

His eyebrows were flat, not raised even for a moment.

It seemed that this sword, to him, was as ordinary as raising his hand.

Ning Fengchen looked forward calmly.

In his sight, the strongest leader of the powerful team of more than twenty ninth-grade demon cultivators in the demon camp was looking down at his chest and abdomen.

His name is Yuan Evil, and he is the strongest member of the Bomo Demon Clan, and his strength is infinitely close to that of the lower demons.

With the magical power of his bloodline, he should make astonishing achievements on the battlefield, and then exchange them for resources to advance to the level of a low-level demon in one fell swoop.

Became the first Demon Lord in the history of the Bodhi Demon Clan.

This is his ambition.

But at this moment, Yuan E only performed one move and did nothing else. He just looked down at his chest and abdomen.

Because there was a very deep bloody mouth there.

It's the sword's mouth.

His internal organs were turned into fragments and were being squeezed out from the bloody opening.

His life was slipping away.

"Where did the sword come from?" Yuan E thought.

The next moment, as if he was dissatisfied with the slow speed of his life flow, the sword intent came from nowhere and exploded directly inside Yuan E's body.

boom!

The body of Yuan Evil, which was a hundred feet long and as huge as a mountain, exploded into pieces.

Broken limbs and blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was bloody and disgusting.

At the same time, a stream of light fell from the sky towards Ning Fengchen.

It was a long sword.

Ning Fengchen had just sent out his long sword and turned it back, falling back into his hand.

This is a sharp and gorgeous long sword, but it is also very ordinary, because this is a common feature of all long swords.

But at this moment, this ordinary long sword seemed to have magical power, attracting the attention of all demon cultivators, including Demon Lord Dongqi.

One sword can break through ten thousand spears and kill a ninth-level demon cultivator.

"Master Ning's murderous sword is truly the most rigorous and gorgeous art in the world, and it is impassioned."

Behind Ning Fengchen, Jian Huang, who was also one of the few powerful sword cultivators in the Sword Sect, couldn't help but praise.

A killing sword as gorgeous as Ning Fengchen's is truly rare in the world.

Ning Fengchen shook his head and said softly: "The murderous sword is bold and unrestrained.

But killing demons has nothing to do with generosity. "

He raised his wrist and raised the blade of his sword.

There seemed to be fire burning in the depths of his eyes.

He said: "If you feel unjust in your heart, you can drink it away; if you feel unjust in the world, you can only go away with the sword."

His natal sword is named:

"A jug of wine."

I have a jug of wine, enough to soothe the wind and dust.