Chapter 268
At the same time, Yang Tianzun was not to be outdone. In his hand, a seemingly ordinary but powerful peach wood sword appeared in an instant.
Under the urging of magic power, the peach wood sword also shone with dazzling light. It was also a sacred weapon with boundless power.
The two human race strongmen, each controlling the sacred weapon, burst out with divine power, and barely resisted the devastating attack.
The atmosphere in the field was extremely tense, and everyone's heartbeat seemed to stop beating, leaving only the deafening roar produced by the collision of the sacred weapons.
The Tiandi Wuji strongman of the Qiangliang clan witnessed this scene and laughed loudly, his voice full of arrogance and greed, "If we can plunder the two sacred weapons, it will be enough to increase our foundation!"
Along with these words, the dragon clan and Qiangliang clan monks behind him surged like a tide. At this moment, they launched a march towards Mingzhou.
After the Taoist gods and Yang Tianzun joined forces to resist the attack, their expressions became extremely solemn.
The real battle has just begun.
"They are marching." The Taoist God spoke in a deep voice, revealing an unquestionable firmness.
Although all the human cultivators were shocked by the opponent's attack just now, on the battlefield, although high-end combat power is the key to determining the entire fate, every cultivator understands that as long as they can kill one enemy, it means they will get their money back, and if they can kill more, it means they will make a profit.
Suddenly, the cultivators present also rushed to the border area of Mingzhou. Seeing this, the Taoist God and his party looked at each other, with a resolute light flashing in their eyes.
"This is a critical moment of survival, and you cannot hold back." The Taoist God spoke, and his voice was like a morning bell and evening drum, stirring in everyone's heart.
As soon as the voice fell, the Taoist God shook his figure and rushed to the Mingzhou area first. And the cultivators of the three sects and the Canghai Holy Church beside him followed closely, like an unstoppable torrent, rushing straight to the battlefield.
At the border of Mingzhou, a war was about to break out. The Taoist gods arrived first and started a fierce war with the strong men of the Dragon Clan and the Qiangliang Clan.
The monks of the Wanfa Buddha Land released endless Buddha light in an instant, and the figure of the Buddha behind them appeared, shaking the earth, and slapped down with one palm, as if to suppress the whole world.
Under this palm, tens of thousands of Qiangliang Clan and Dragon Clan monks were like fallen leaves swept by a storm, and were instantly annihilated. The scene was extremely shocking.
The monks of the Yuhua Demon Sect were not to be outdone. The black light surged like a tide, and only the eerie white skeletons were left wherever they passed. That was the coldest judgment on the enemy.
The monks of the Kunlun Holy Land showed the boundless power of Taoism, and thunder fell from the sky, like a punishment from heaven.
They intentionally or unintentionally avoided some dragon monks, but if the dragon monks were blind and dared to challenge, they would also fall on the spot under the thunder.
As they fought fiercely, the Mingzhou human monks behind them surged like a tide, and the battlefield instantly turned into a slaughterhouse, with blood and flesh flying everywhere and shouts of killing shaking the sky.
Although the human monks were not as strong as the other side, their courage and determination were not diminished at all. They fought for their lives, and everyone's eyes flashed with an unyielding light.
"For the human race, kill!" A monk of the Canghai Holy Church roared, and the spear in his hand pierced the chest of a dragon clan strongman, and blood gushed out.
"Even if I die, I will drag you down with me!" A Mingzhou monk laughed wildly, and the magic power bursting out of his body blew several Qiangliang clan monks into pieces, like broken clay dolls.
In this melee, the two Tiandi Wuji strongmen had not yet left the field, but their eyes had already locked on each other.
The Taoist God, Yang Tianzun, Jianglong Zun and a black-robed man, the four of them represent the Mingzhou power of the human race, and are now facing the peak of the Shenwu Supreme of the Qiangliang Clan and the Dragon Clan.
As for the other Shenwu Supremes, they compete with each other.
The magic-suppressing mirror in the hands of the Taoist God is shining brightly, and every reflection of the mirror is like the dawn, illuminating every corner of the battlefield, and also bringing destructive beams to help other battlefields.
When Yang Tianzun dances with the peach wood sword, the sword energy is crisscrossed, cutting the air, and no one can stop the sword tip.
The Jianglong Zun forms seals with both hands, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere. Every slap carries the supreme Buddha's power, turning the enemy into dust.
The black-robed man is a strong man of the Yuhua Demon Sect. His black light is like an abyss, swallowing all enemies who dare to approach.
The peak of the Shenwu Supreme of the Qiangliang Clan and the Dragon Clan on the opposite side is not easy to deal with. They each display their magical powers, and the sky and the earth change color.
But the four strong men of the human race were as firm as a rock. Their joint efforts were like a natural moat that the enemy could not cross.
In a moment, the Taoist god holding the Demon-Suppressing Mirror captured the flaw of a dragon clan's supreme master. A strong light rushed straight into his chest and pierced through him. The dragon clan strong man fell instantly.
Yang Tianzun's sword energy reached its peak at this moment. With a light touch of his sword tip, he cut down a strong clan's supreme master, and blood was spilled in the sky.
The Buddha's palm of the Dragon-Subduing Master was like a heavenly punishment, hitting a peak of the strong clan's supreme master. The Buddha's light exploded and turned his body into nothingness.
The black light of the black-robed man reached its peak at this moment. The enemies around him seemed to be swallowed by darkness. A dragon clan's supreme master was swallowed by the black light in despair and disappeared without a trace.
This scene was extremely shocking.
The four human race strong men were like the gods of war descending to the world, killing the top existences of the strong clan and the dragon clan one by one.
The Tiandi Wuji strongman of the Qiangliang tribe witnessed the four top strongmen of the human race killing his own people like a bamboo breaking. A trace of imperceptible anger flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Finally, he couldn't help but snorted coldly.
"How dare you!" His voice was like the cold wind in midwinter, cold and piercing, with endless pressure, and instantly spread throughout the battlefield.
This cold snort seemed to be the horn of battle, foreshadowing the official attack of the Tiandi Wuji strongman of the Qiangliang tribe.
His figure flashed, turning into a stream of light, and rushed straight to the Jianglong Venerable in the center of the battlefield.
His speed was so fast that it seemed to have traveled through time and space, making it impossible to catch his trajectory.
Before the Jianglong Venerable could react, he suddenly felt a strong breath approaching. He turned around in a hurry, put his hands together, and tried to gather the Buddha's power to form a defense.
But the attack of the strong man of the Qiangliang tribe came too fast. In an instant, his palm had been imprinted on the chest of the Jianglong Venerable.
With one palm, the Buddha's light scattered, and the Buddha body of the Dragon-Subduing Venerable was like a broken glass, which was blown away. His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, seriously injured.
On the battlefield, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the sounds of shouting and killing and weapons clashing intertwined into one.
This attack by the strong man of the Qiangliang Clan not only shocked the cultivators of the human race, but also made the battlefield, which was originally in high morale, instantly become depressing.
The serious injury of the Dragon-Subduing Venerable undoubtedly brought a huge blow to the human race, but also inspired the fighting spirit of other strong men.
The Taoist gods, Yang Tianzun, and the black-robed man saw this, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in their eyes.
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