Chapter 152: Killing Two Quasi-Saint Undead Spirits with One Sword, Tang Chen Is a God Descended to the World

Inside Black Feather City.

Countless cultivators fled in panic.

At this moment, the tide of death has already surged into the city.

Countless undead spirits roared, destroying, tearing and devouring everything.

Where the tide spreads, nothing survives.

Even the masters at the Grandmaster level will be devoured once they are enveloped by the tide of death.

If it were just that, it would be fine.

What's more terrifying is that some cultivators with weak wills are eroded by the death and become irrational killing tools. They suddenly raised their weapons and slashed at their once closest comrades.

"It's over, everything is over!"

"The tide of death is coming from all directions, and it seems to be submerging Black Feather City!"

Countless people showed despair.

Resistance is death.

Not resisting is also death.

Their beliefs were completely shattered.

They were like zombies.

At the city gate.

The place with the most concentrated death.

True Man Qingfeng and Quasi-Saint Luoyan were stopped here.

A large number of dead spirits gathered around them.

These dead spirits were like a thick wall, trapping the two of them inside.

Outside the wall, there were several huge dead spirits with bodies comparable to a small mountain.

The death energy on these dead spirits was extremely strong, as if it had been deposited for tens of thousands of years.

They were the ancient dead spirits suppressed in the ruins of the Blood Spirit Hall.

They were suppressed underground for many years, devouring each other, fighting each other, and even absorbing each other.

Their strength was no weaker than Quasi-Saint Luoyan.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

Quasi-Saint Luoyan held the silver snow soft sword, and a little bit of law power flowed on his body.

He slashed with a sword.

In an instant, thousands of sword beams bloomed in the void, one after another, and finally gathered into a pure sword light.

The sword light penetrated the tide of death energy, and wherever it passed, the dead spirits were cut off one by one.

Finally, even the thick dead wall was cut off, and it fell on a huge dead body, cutting off its head.

"Success!"

Everyone's eyes lit up.

As expected of the master of the sword pavilion, this sword is so sharp.

But at this time, just as the huge dead body fell, two huge dead bodies not far away rushed over and absorbed the death energy of the huge dead body.

After absorbing the death energy, the two huge dead bodies became fiercer.

With a roar.

The ground cracked inch by inch, and the quasi-saint Luoyan was shaken away.

Puff!

Quasi-saint Luoyan spit out a mouthful of blood.

The graceful and beautiful face became bloodless.

"This is really over!"

The crowd collapsed.

The leaders of all forces fell into silence.

Quasi-saint Luoyan killed a huge dead body, which was undoubtedly a great victory.

However, after the death energy of the dead body was swallowed, it invisibly enhanced the strength of other dead bodies.

The number of the enemy is so huge that it is impossible to kill them all.

How to fight?

Roar!

Two huge undead roared.

A strong death aura burst out and surged towards Quasi-Saint Luoyan like a wave.

Countless undead roared around,

and rushed over one by one as if they were desperate, as if they were going to surround Quasi-Saint Luoyan.

"If Quasi-Saint Luoyan falls, I'm afraid we won't have the slightest power to fight back."

"The death aura is too terrible, and the undead are too huge. It is extremely difficult for us to move forward. We can only watch like this."

"Black Feather City is hopeless, unless... unless the gods come to the world!"

The crowd laughed bitterly.

They knew that there were no gods in this world.

Everything was just a delusion.

After all, in the face of complete despair, all they could do was to fantasize.

"After all, I didn't get to see him..."

Quasi-Saint Luoyan saw two huge undead rushing towards him, and his face inevitably showed despair.

She did not lament her own death.

Nor did she lament her bad luck.

Deep in her heart, there was only one regret.

Buzz!

At the moment when Quasi-Saint Luoyan closed her eyes, the silver snow soft sword in her hand emitted a resonance.

Quasi-Saint Luoyan shuddered.

She raised her head, but saw a sword light suddenly blooming above the sky covered by rolling black clouds, sweeping away like an endless torrent, and suddenly sank into the endless death energy.

When this sword fell, a crack was cut in the tide of death energy.

All the death energy was annihilated.

All the dead spirits were evaporated.

When the sword light fell on the two huge dead spirits, they let out an unprecedented sharp roar, and the death energy kept gushing out of their bodies to resist, but it was cut off again and again, and they could not stop it at all.

With a whoosh!

The sword light broke through the air.

The two huge dead spirits exploded at the same time.

It turned into pieces of dead air and dissipated into the void.

Inside Black Feather City.

Everyone saw this scene and was stunned, immersed in the shock of the shocking sword just now.

Even the Quasi-Saint Luoyan felt that the two huge undead spirits were difficult to deal with.

In terms of strength, it was equivalent to the Quasi-Saint level.

Killed two Quasi-Saint undead spirits with one sword!

After a short stagnation, everyone stared at the sky.

There, a peerless figure slowly fell.

He was wearing a white robe, and his robes rustled. Thousands of sword lights burst out from his seemingly thin body, each of which contained the true meaning of swordsmanship, mixed with the ethereal sword chants that echoed between heaven and earth.

At this moment, the world was dead silent.

The crowd stopped exclaiming and forgot to wail.

Even the undead stopped roaring.

It seemed that there was only this one peerless white robe in this world.

He was the only one.

"It was Junior Master, he is here, he is here to save Black Feather City!"

"Unparalleled genius, a sword that shocked the world, Junior Master's style, no one in the world can compare to him!"

"One sword killed two quasi-saint undead spirits, is this the real strength of Junior Master?"

"Junior Master is so righteous, Junior Master is so righteous!"

The cheers exploded like thunder.

Everyone's eyes were red, staring at Tang Chen fanatically.

The heart that was originally completely desperate also bloomed with a glimmer of hope at this time.

On the other side.

Tang Chen heard the cheers of the crowd and was subconsciously stunned for a moment.

He came to save Black Feather City?

He killed two quasi-saint undead spirits with one sword?

This... this is all a misunderstanding...

The sword just now was not slashed by Tang Chen, but by Yi Zizai.

Tang Chen just fell from the air.

Unexpectedly, everyone mistakenly thought that he slashed that sword!

"Everyone, you..."

Tang Chen was about to explain the misunderstanding.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the crowd cheered even more enthusiastically, like a magnificent thunderstorm sweeping across the sky and earth, so loud and deafening that it suppressed the endless roars of the dead!

The crowd's gazes also gradually changed from the initial enthusiasm to worship.

They looked up at Tang Chen as if he was looking at a god descending to the earth!