Chapter 966: Sword Turns Into Heart Lotus, Sword Array Destroys the Enemy
Another True One God said:
"Look at your sword dove formation. It has been completely unable to resist our swarm bee tactics.
Your battle dove formation is indeed very strong. If one person is injured, hundreds of people will share the damage. They will die together. This advantage is invincible, but it can also become your fatal weakness.
A thousand doves are too big to turn their heads. There are three thousand disciples in my sect, all over the sky, like wasps. It is not a problem how many people will die. However, if one of your battle doves is injured, hundreds of people will suffer. Gradually, small injuries will turn into big injuries, and that is the time of your demise.
No matter how strong the battle doves are, they cannot attack so many battle bees. Slowly, we will wear you all down.
And you will not be able to control the tenth-level magic weapon, and you will die in our formation. From then on, Xuanyuan..."
The two True One Gods sang in unison and spoke loudly, complacently.
In fact, this is just a cover-up to distract Yu Zecheng's attention. Their real target is the Yuanying Zhenjun behind them.
The Yuanying Zhenjun looked at Yu Zecheng silently, holding a magic arrow in his sleeve. The arrow was one foot long, featherless, earthy yellow, and seemed to be made of bronze, but it was not gold or stone. The triangular armor-piercing arrow head flashed with a cold and sharp edge that could pierce through everything. It was the Houyi Sun-shooting Magic Arrow, the last magic arrow.
All this, the two Zhenyi talked a lot to attract Yu Zecheng's attention, all for this arrow. The way for the Yishe Kuaijian Sect to activate the magic arrow was for a Yuanying Zhenjun to use a secret method, sacrifice himself, activate the magic arrow, and shoot the opponent.
For the last arrow, Yu Zecheng used a substitute to deceive the opponent. For the last arrow, they didn't dare to shoot it easily, so they set up a cage to trap Yu Zecheng here, preparing to shoot another arrow secretly.
When the Zhenyi Shenjun was talking excitedly, and the Yuanying Zhenjun was about to sacrifice his life to shoot this arrow, Yu Zecheng seemed to be motionless, and instantly shrank into an inch and appeared behind the Yuanying Zhenjun.
A golden lamp appeared in his hand, shining with golden light, and the secret method of controlling the arrows used by the Yuanying Zhenjun disappeared instantly.
In fact, the most crucial point is that the Yuanying Zhenjun is hesitating. It is not as simple as saying that he will sacrifice his life to kill the enemy. Abandoning his own Yuanying and even losing the opportunity to reincarnate, without that determination, how many people can do so.
Don’t look at him bragging in front of the Zhenyi God. When it comes to the time of sacrificing his life, at the critical moment, he hesitated, so he did not launch the attack for a long time, and he needed the two Zhenyi Gods to cover him like this.
So Yu Zecheng moved instantly, pulled hard, and the descendants of the Sun-shooting Arrow was snatched away. He didn’t even struggle to snatch it. There was a vague sense of pleasure in his heart. Just snatch it away, maybe he won’t have to die.
Maybe he really doesn't have to die. This was the last thought of the Yuanying Zhenjun. When snatching the magic arrow, Yu Zecheng's death control eye on his forehead opened. At a glance, the death blow was just when the Yuanying Zhenjun was uneasy. At this glance, his mind was broken, his soul disappeared, and he died completely.
The more afraid of death, the faster he will die.
In an instant, Yu Zecheng snatched the descendants of the Sun-shooting Magic Arrow. The two Zhenyi Gods immediately became furious and rushed towards him. Yu Zecheng pointed the descendants of the Sun-shooting Magic Arrow at the two of them.
Instantly, the two of them ran as fast as they could, and instantly retreated a hundred feet and disappeared.
Yu Zecheng laughed and said:
"So you are afraid of this too. Don't worry, this is the treasure of the great god Hou Yi. I will study it carefully, and maybe I can make a twelve-color sword. I won't be as wasteful as you."
There was a sudden roar in the sky. From a distance, the sky was completely red. The two immortals shot out true fire in the blue sky, and the divine power came down through the air.
Yu Zecheng looked at the sky again, and the three sword doves gradually took their positions and were almost ready.
Yu Zecheng said:
"You are setting up four consecutive kills. The first kill is the arrival of the ancestor, the second kill is the group of bees breaking the doves, the third kill is the cave formation, and the fourth kill is the descendants of the divine arrow.
Now it's all up to you. Come on, the ancestors and disciples are fighting hard, let's have a good fight and live up to the sword in our hands."
After speaking, Yu Zecheng controlled his sword intent to soar into the sky. He wanted to let these two Zhenyi know that even if he didn't use the tenth-level flying sword, they couldn't defeat him.
Yu Zecheng rushed up with his sword, the sword was like the sky, the sword was like the mountains, the sword was like the sea, and it burst out with a bang. Under this sword light, everything in this cave was broken apart and shattered by this sword light.
The two True Ones looked at each other, and one of them shouted:
"Come on, fight to the death, and kill this world's number one man under the sword, and live up to this life."
He suddenly stood up, the sword light flew, with a little flash of golden light, drawing bright golden lines in the sky, swarming in. Yu Zecheng felt his eyes shrink, there were too many golden lights, so many that his eyes were reflected into a strange golden color by these golden lights.
This is the fast sword. At this moment, the True One God King didn't know how many swords he stabbed out, and countless sword lights merged into this golden color.
At the same time, a long roar that pierced the clouds and split the rocks resounded through the sky. The True One turned into a ray of golden light and flew quickly in this cave world like lightning. The speed of flight was getting faster and faster. At this infinitely accelerating speed, under the sound waves and air waves brought by this flight, it was as if a huge storm was generated in the cave, and under this vast force, it rolled violently and suddenly.
Yu Zecheng saw the two exert their strength, and with a thought, the divine power of transformation was activated. The white-gold sword light suddenly condensed into a blooming lotus in the air, and the petals bloomed one by one. The 666 petals tried their best to stretch out their delicate and beautiful flower posture, and the sword turned into a heart lotus.
The sword intention was like a lotus, and the world was full of killing. Whether it was the infinite fast sword stabs or the rapid impact of the flying, all turned into nothingness under this constantly blooming lotus.
In an instant, the land of a hundred feet, a thousand feet, and ten thousand feet in this cave turned into a sea of flowers.
This sea of flowers is a sea of death. Everything that is caught in this sea of lotus will turn into ashes. Although Yu Zecheng cannot use his feet to step on the ground and use the tenth-level flying sword, the opponent also loses the spatial advantage, and the speed advantage of Yishe Fast Sword Sect is completely lost.
The two True Ones saw such sword intent and knew that it could not be maintained for a long time. They wanted to take a step back and wait for Yu Zecheng to recover. As soon as their momentum weakened, their sword intent dissipated and they launched a frenzy attack.
However, Yu Zecheng's lotus sword sea, from a thousand feet to ten thousand feet, did not shrink at all. Instead, it became stronger and stronger, and strangled the two.
In an instant, the two True Ones retreated to the edge of the cave, and there was no way to retreat. The sword light continued to surge. The two looked at each other and immediately showed their determination.
Suddenly, their sword energy also rushed into the sky, and the purple sword rainbow and blue sword light burst out, colliding with the lotus sea and turning into fragments all over the sky.
The purple sword rainbow and blue sword light were born and died, shining with the lotus sea, reflecting the empty and deep sky into a glow.
The sharp sword whistle that broke through the air was even more loud, and the world was shaking.
Above the sky, Ye Han shouted:
"My fellow disciples, the ancestor has descended to the lower world, and the sect leader is already fighting to the death. We should also exert our strength and let them see what the real sword dove formation is."
The three sword doves shouted loudly, and in an instant, the big sword dove began to disband, one divided into six, six divided into thirty-six, and in an instant it turned into 108 small formations, six people in a formation.
Then in another instant, in the small formation of six people, there were forty-eight formations, which turned into eight sword doves with thirty-six people, occupying the eight directions of southeast, northwest, up and down, left and right.
Before the separation, the so-called battle of the sword dove formation did not really exert its strength, but just to occupy the position of the void and form a clever connection, just for this change.
At this moment, the sword doves split and jumped rapidly, occupying all the five hundred miles of the sky. In the consciousness of all the Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciples, all the disciples of the Yishe Fast Sword Sect within five hundred miles of the sky were automatically labeled.
They turned into fluctuations of vitality, the big ones were Yuanying Zhenjun, the medium ones were Jindan Zhenren, and the weak ones were foundation-building cultivators.
These vital energies, from the largest to the smallest, are all automatically numbered. There are also countless data on their bodies showing their strength and sword skills according to the type and attribute of the vital energy they absorb...
These data can be felt more by Xuanyuan disciples with high mental arithmetic ability and strong spiritual consciousness, while those with low mental arithmetic ability and weak spiritual consciousness can feel less. In addition, there are several instructions above these data.
"Sequence one, Jiu one, four, sixteen, Jianguangyu, six, seven, nine, eleven."
"Sequence six, Jiu three, eight, nine, seventeen, Jianxinhui, four, eight, twelve, sixteen."
Sequence one, sequence six, are the sequence numbers of this Jianjiu small formation attacking the opponent. The smaller the number, the more likely it is to be attacked first. Sequence one is the first target to be attacked.
Jiu one, four, sixteen. Jiu three, eight, nine, seventeen, are the numbers of the small formations of the Jianjiu large formation, which are divided into small formations, and are the sword formations of the same sect that cooperate with their own small formations to attack the enemy.
The Jianguangyu behind is six, seven, nine, eleven. Jian Xinhui, four, eight, twelve, sixteen. It is the sword technique number, which prompts which sword technique to use to attack the enemy in front of you.
Instantly, according to this prompt, countless strong lights are emitted from the scattered sword doves. This light instantly illuminates the sky from a distance, and then countless red lights appear. That is not red light, but the human body bursting, and the blood turns into blood mist. Under this sword light, the two merged and exploded like an explosion of red light.
At this moment, all the disciples of Yishe Fast Sword Sect had a feeling that there were enemies everywhere, enemies all around. There were sword lights everywhere, death everywhere, and all the disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect were one person, and no matter how fast they were, they could not escape their attacks.
After the attack, the sky was extremely quiet. Among the three thousand disciples of Yishe Fast Sword Sect, only less than a hundred people were still alive in the air in a blink of an eye. All other cultivators were changed by this battle formation, exploded, and turned into blood mist.
This is the power of the collective, the power of unity. Under the same combat power, human beings rely on this power to have today.