The sword is the devil

Chapter 460
In sight, dozens of black dots were approaching rapidly, and their target without any hesitation was to face the group of Huya bandits.

There was a dangerous attenuation effect in the air. This was the final preparation before the monk was drawing inspiration from the surrounding space, accumulating magic spells, and making the attack.

Similarly, the Huya bandits did not show any weakness, their originally slow movement suddenly accelerated, and the monks opened up the fighting distance and collided with each other.

During the whole process, there was no yelling or communication, and everyone was clear about what they were about to encounter.

When the two pirate groups approached, the monks spread out, and the general numerical gap between the two sides became clear.

Huya Pirates had more than [-] members, and Cang Pirates had less than [-] members. This was an uneven battle.

"The number of people is less than [-]%, this sea pirate group is really arrogant!" Yin Zhilong was excited. This kind of battle is not common in the cultivation world. For him, this is the first time.

It is said that the Splendid Continent is getting more and more chaotic, and it doesn't feel that deep after they come out, but at sea, such confrontation has already begun to emerge.

At a distance of hundreds of feet between the two sides, a violent spell storm suddenly formed. On the contact surface between the two sides, various methods such as flames, ice arrows, wind rolls, golden cones, flying swords, etc. were mixed in it.

Then, on contact, they suddenly spread apart, like two flocks of frightened birds.

When monks fight in groups, unless they have the same skills and the same origin and practice a type of formation, they can have the prestige of battle. Find an opponent and fight alone.

No one wants to take chances and become the target of bombardment by dozens of opponents; at the level of the Tongtian Three Realms, because there is no blessing from the Dao Realm, the difference in strength between each other is not too great. One person can deal with two at the same time. There are three strongmen, but it is a joke to say that they can deal with more than a dozen at the same time.

The tip of the needle is facing the wheat awn, and dozens of small battlefields are formed in an instant, including one-on-one and small teams of several people.

The spells exploded, the magic weapons flew, the talismans were thrown, and the flying swords galloped... For a moment, people were dazzled and dizzy, and it was difficult to focus on a specific person.

However, there are still people who can find the essence in all the chaos.

Yin Qingsi frowned, "There are 63 Tiger Tooth Pirates, including six from the Natural Realm, 29 from the Sensational Realm, and 28 from the Mysterious Realm.

There are 39 Cang Pirates, three from the Natural Realm, fifteen from the Spiritual Realm, and 21 from the Tongxuan Realm.

This battle, Cang Pirates is in trouble! "

Yan Baiyi was very admirable, "Senior Sister has bright eyes, and her reputation is well-deserved. But I heard that Shanmen Jianxiu is good at chaotic combat, let us wait and see."

The battlefield is indeed chaotic, because the inspiration fluctuates violently, and the consciousness cannot be transmitted far in it; the battlefield is directly above the grass-headed gilt fish group, and the space is relatively crowded. Everyone can only see part of the battle, and there are many battles mixed in the center of the battlefield. Extraordinarily dangerous.

Only the most powerful monks, or the monks who are forced to be helpless, will be trapped in the center of the battlefield. Fighting here means that you have to pay attention to the battles in a few or a dozen places around you anytime, anywhere. Come for a while, of course, you can also take advantage of the unpreparedness and give others a while.

It has greatly tested a monk's resilience, endurance, and determination; it is impossible to play Taiping boxing with others leisurely here.

The situation was extremely intense, and its cruelty was far beyond the imagination of a few guests from the north. It was difficult for even a combative monk from the north like them to meet such a cruel situation who kept silent and tried to kill him.

As monks fell down one after another in the sky, even Yan Ziyi and Yin Zhilong, who had uttered wild words just now, obediently shut their mouths; these southwestern monks are really brutal, and at the same time, it is conceivable that the antagonism between them is far away. It's not as simple as a conflict of interests between pirates.

Under such a desperate confrontation, if the four of them confronted any one side, even with the abilities of Yan Baiyi and Yin Qingsi, it would definitely be unreasonable.

Sure enough, there is no big talk. Compared with these unscrupulous Haike casual cultivators around, they are not the same concept.

Yan Baiyi's heart moved slightly. He originally thought that the monks in the north were aggressive and powerful, but now it seems that he was wishful thinking. In this splendid continent, no one should be underestimated.

Spiritual consciousness locked the battlefield tightly, and after a moment, he frowned slightly, "What's the matter? 11 people fell, and eight of them were tiger tooth bandits, and two of them were from the natural realm! The Cang pirates only lost three of them. indivual?

what happened?Judging from the external battle situation, it seems that the Cang Pirates are not dominant?Senior sister, your eyes are deep, what did you see? "

Yin Qingsi's insightful eye is not an adjective, but she has really practiced the miraculous ability to find out the essence of things from the ever-changing, see farther and deeper.

Yin Qingsi was also a little confused, she did see something, but it was not clear enough.

"There was one Cang Pirate who hunted and killed in the center of the battlefield! As far as I can confirm, he has killed three of them! And because of the cover, he was responsible for at least half of the Huya Pirates' deaths.

And, and..."

The other three were very curious, and Yan Ziyi was even more impatient, "Sister Qingsi, and what, you said it, you are so anxious to death."

Yin Qingsi was very confused, "That person does use a sword, but how do I think the way he uses a sword is similar to that of the Shi family in the northern grassland? Is this my illusion?"

Yan Baiyi's expression became serious, he knew very well the character of this senior sister Mo Heshan, she is cautious, has subtle insights, doesn't often speak out, but there must be something in her words.

The Shi family's golden blood in the grassland is indeed a sword hanging over the heads of the major forces in the north. These people have strange inheritance, stubborn temper, and strong cohesion. They are not afraid of death in battle. , the orthodoxy is single, but it is a force that no one can conquer.

The only way for cultivators with the golden blood of the Shi family to fight is with the sword. There is no spell, no change, not even a flying sword. It is a combination of holding a sword close to the body and physical training skills. Splendid Continent does not classify them into the sword vein. Because the only standard for sword veins is flying swords, what kind of sword veins do you have without flying swords?
In such a place, under the completely different terrain of the sea and the grassland, the blood of the Shi family in the northern grassland appears. The deep-seated reasons for this problem are very intriguing.

Is the grassland Shi family and the Yan family Quanzhen working together?Is there such a possibility?
From a historical point of view, because the distance between the two is too far, there is no actual intersection, and each thinks it is orthodox, and no one accepts the other; but history cannot represent the present. At the beginning of the chaos in the Splendid Continent, anything can happen.

"It's rather vague, let me take a closer look."

Yin Qingsi is not sure either.

(End of this chapter)