One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 162 Blood Rain Kills

The Northwest soldiers who dared to appear on the edge of the Venerable's battlefield were not weak. The Grand Master took the lead, and the fifth-rank innate and fourth-rank martial artists were in groups, all of which were the elite of the 40 army.

However, under the cover of the blood-drinking sword field, these elites were unable to escape, they were all cut into pieces by the fine sword rain, and one after another, they fell to death.

Song Yun's face turned from pale to rosy in an instant.

The bright red of the rain of sword energy all over the sky became more and more intense.

Because the process of "Blood Emperor Devouring Immortals" devouring blood energy happened next to it, several venerables could see it clearly.

"This, what kind of exercise is this?"

The era of the blood emperor is too long, and like the white emperor, the inheritance has been cut off long ago, and no one recognizes it.

But everyone has good eyesight and can see that this method is extremely extraordinary!

"Hurry up! Don't let him suck any more!"

Bai Jian was dead, and the remaining five venerables, encouraged by Sheng Jun Qi Huai, or the Heavenly Demon, came up against the pressure of the blood-drinking sword domain.

However, among these five people, Qi Huai, Zhao Changyun of Yueguo True Spirit Sect, and the owner of Jingguo Tianyin Palace are all ghosts and immortals.

Song Yun stretched out his left hand and tapped his index finger three times in the air.

A cloudy wind blew up, and a large amount of sword energy rained down, shooting towards the spiritual sense clones of the three of them.

shhhhhh...

In the sharp whistling sound, the bright red sword Qi Yusi became the nemesis of the divine sense avatar.

As soon as the two sides touched, the avatar of the divine sense was riddled with holes and shrank continuously while trembling.

The three ghost immortals were very distressed watching it, and tried to recall the clone by casting spells.

"Don't call it back after releasing it, let's keep them all." Song Yun mobilized the anime Heavenly Sword Qi and trapped the three clones.

These avatars, when killed, can overflow a large amount of spiritual power, and the three together have at least 3 cultivation points, how can he let him go?
Shhhhhh... The sound of sword energy breaking through the wind came and went, and the rain swept down one after another.

Soon all three clones will be wiped out!
The faces of the three ghosts and immortals turned pale, and their bodies swayed, obviously seriously injured.

As for the two martial sages, General Meng Zhao of Jingguo, and Prince Chunhui of Beiyuan, they still shouted orders to the troops: "Stop climbing the city here, and stay away!"

When I turned around, I found that the avatars of divine sense had all been wiped out, and I was shocked, so I rushed forward with my weapon in hand.

Song Yun also swung his sword again. Every move was followed by raindrops all over the sky. His momentum was frightening, and he easily blocked the attacks of the two martial saints in the middle stage.

"You think I can't do anything if I don't go to the city?"

The wind blows far away, and the red rain flutters and falls outside the city.

Although killing people outside the city won't give them cultivation points, as long as they kill these venerables, they will make a lot of money.

The rain of sword energy sprinkled into the enemy's army formation, unleashing thousands of slashing blows, instantly splashing a monstrous wave of blood.

The wind was howling, and wherever the rain went, it was like harvesting wheat, and the Northwest soldiers and Northern Plains cavalry fell in rows one after another.

Blood and rain can kill.

The "Tu Wanjun" style of "Nine Swords of Killing the Sky" was prepared for this kind of scene. After merging the "Blood Emperor Devouring the Immortals" into the blood-drinking sword field, the efficiency of slaughter reached its peak!

"Do you dare to slaughter soldiers in front of us? Are you afraid that we will slaughter the Beiting Army first?" Meng Zhao and the others were furious.

"You boy broke the rules!"

According to the "convention" of the battlefield, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, venerables against venerables, the winners and losers are decided first, and then other things are said.

Just now a group of Northwest elites were so bold that they dared to climb the city next to the battle zone of the Venerables. If they were affected by the sword field, they deserved their death, and the Venerables didn't say anything.

But now, Song Yun directly expanded the sword domain and took the initiative to slaughter the soldiers under the city, which made several venerables unbearable.

"Do it! You slaughter soldiers, we also slaughter soldiers!" The five dispersed, wanting to attack the Beiting army, forcing Song Yun to retreat to the sword field.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, they were surprised to find that they were trapped in the blood-drinking sword field!
One after another raindrops floated around the surrounding area, their blades were lifted up, and aimed at several people in unison.

Whoever dares to rush out rashly will end up being stabbed into a sieve.

"Do you think I broke the rules? It's okay, as long as you kill all of you, who will care about these rules?"

Song Yun sneered a few times, summoned the blood-colored sword energy, gathered from all directions, and forcibly surrounded the five people with his own strength!

Wan Dao pointed out that the five of them must be careful even if they are venerables.

Both sides went all out, each using unique moves, and came to attack each other.

"kill!"

The rain of swords was like weaving, the gangster gas roared, the wind and sand rolled wildly, and the blood mist filled the air.

A fierce attack broke out at the top of the city.

Swish, Meng Zhao raised the bronze halberd and swept it around, relying on Gang Qi to disperse the sword rain.

Song Yun held the sword in both hands, and slashed down fiercely, with a "Broken Canghai", slashed on the bronze halberd.

When there was a loud noise, Meng Zhao hadn't beaten Song Yun, and was shaken back half a step, with a shocked expression on his face.

"What a domineering sword!"

Chunhui who was next to him immediately swung the round moon scimitar and rushed forward, thinking that he could take the opportunity to cut a knife.

But the golden needle with blood patterns shot out at the same time, forcing him back.

Now that the Heavenly Demon has appeared, there is no need for Song Yun to hide it. All the means are used. The "Soul Separation Technique" cooperates with the three golden needles, and the moves are concealed and swift, which caused a lot of trouble for the five venerables.

The situation of the three ghost immortals is the most dangerous. The avatar of the divine mind was destroyed, and their combat power was almost halved. Song Yun also restrained other Taoism methods, so they could only play a restraining role.

It all depends on Meng Zhao and Chun coming back to the front, otherwise there will be casualties.

The bronze halberd and the full-moon scimitar fought together, and they fought continuously with the "transformed" golden sword, and the sound of sharp gold and iron clashing could be heard endlessly.

Everyone was fighting lively, but the five venerables were consuming their own strength.

What Song Yun used, however, was mainly the blood energy from the slaughter, and the consumption was relatively small.

After more than a dozen moves, everyone realized that something was wrong when they saw the other party's face was rosy and he was not panting.

"The sword field must be broken, and if it is used up, it will be lost!"

Meng Zhao shook his head, vomited blood and cast the secret technique, and threw the bronze halberd upwards.

"Crossing the Clouds!"

The great halberd turned into a blue rainbow, soaring into the sky, forcibly breaking through the cover of the blood-drinking sword domain.

The bronze halberd rose to a high altitude, turned its head downward, and shot towards Song Yun, passing through the sword field again.

The two punctures back and forth made the blood-drinking sword field unstable, and several other people also used secret methods one after another.

For a moment, he roared with vigor and collided with Jian Yu, making a rumbling crackling sound.

The five venerables displayed their unique skills at the same time, hitting the trembling blood-drinking sword field.

They are all confident that under this violent attack, the sword domain will be broken!

Qi Huai couldn't help but sneered and said, "See what else you can do?"

Seeing this, Song Yun waved his hand.

"receive."

Instead of fighting recklessly with the five people, the sword field was closed, and the raindrops condensed into a bloody sword, flying away in the air.

Song Yun held a big sword in both hands, his figure flickered, and he followed closely behind.

One virtual and one real, the blades of the two swords are both pointing at the same target——

Qi Huai, the king of the Sheng Kingdom.

The cold killing intent in Song Yun's eyes almost overflowed.

"I said, you must die before me!"

Qi Huai's face instantly changed from triumph to fear.

Phew——the invisible sword of blood energy hit first, passed through the skull, and scattered the soul.

The next moment, Song Yun stepped forward like the wind, passed by Qi Huai's right side, and stood still behind him.

The long sword was raised horizontally and remained motionless in his hand, the edge of the sword was slightly stained with blood.

Behind Song Yun, a head flew high.

The headless body crashed down.

(End of this chapter)