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Chapter 972: Cutting off the Starry Sky Fortress with One Sword

Keng!
Surrounded by billions of electromagnetic waves, the Taiqing flying sword was unsheathed.

She traveled through the darkest sky, surrounded by twelve hundred sun gauze robes, gorgeous and eye-catching, as agile as a swimming fish, and took the initiative to slash towards the starry sky fortress in the center of the million-fleet formation.

She chose the most brutal and direct method of warfare.

"kill!"

Millions of noble-blooded monks from the Xu and Wang families, the rulers who had ruled the Xu and Wang worlds for thousands of years, roared at this moment. Amidst the tragic murderous intent, everyone was united, and the speed of the military formation seemed to be faster, the coordination was more tacit, and there were fewer flaws.

This is the way of military formation.

The quality and condition of soldiers and officers often determine the power of a military formation. If a mediocre general has officers and soldiers of extremely high quality, it will be easy for him to defeat thousands of famous generals.

"kill!"

"kill!"

Xu Yan controlled the formation more and more skillfully, and with a low shout, an overwhelming anode electromagnetic thunder spell was condensed and came out, striking towards the gorgeous sword light like lightning.

Click!

There was a flash of lightning.

Boom!

The Taiqing flying sword was forced back, and withdrew from the semi-solid and semi-energy state. Countless Dyson solar beams exploded around it, and the scorching light exploded, shattering the army formation's anode electromagnetic thunder spell and the next spell.

The flying sword's own spiritual light was slightly damaged, and it retreated out from the thunder.

What made the cultivators of the two major families despair was that the damaged spiritual light of the Taiqing Flying Sword only flashed for a moment and then recovered to its original state in an instant.

The fourth realm of swordsmanship, the immortal sword intent!

The holy realm of swordsmanship that countless sword practitioners dream of showed its great resilience at this time.

It cannot be defeated, it cannot be damaged, it cannot be worn down, it is as stubborn as the first stone born from chaos since ancient times.

"You've become stronger."

Jiang Ding praised.

"Since ancient times, there have always been legends of breakthroughs during battles. These are coincidences of people whose will, magic power, and spirit have reached their limits and who have great luck."

“I hope you can do the same.”

Jiang Ding sincerely wishes.

"The second sword!"

boom!
The sky and the earth suddenly darkened, then lit up again. Among the billions of yin and yang electromagnetic orbits, the Taiqing flying sword, carrying the gorgeous Dyson solar beam gauze, blasted down again.

No changes are needed.

If one sword cannot kill the enemy, just cut it again.

boom!
The Taiqing Flying Sword collided with the million-ship formation of the Xu and Wang families once again, shattering hundreds of miles of space and causing turbulence. The light caused by the explosion kept flickering, making the sky and earth shine and darken countless times.

"The third sword!"

"The fourth sword!"

"The fifth sword..."

……

Taiqing flying sword slashed down one sword after another!

The transitions between sword lights were seamless, as if no pauses were needed for breathing. It madly absorbed more than a thousand kilometers of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, the light of the sun, and the magnetic field of the small world, and transformed it into a blue-gold sword light that continued to slash at the enemy, as if there was no end.

"The Seventh Sword!"

boom!
The Taiqing flying sword fell again.

What was different from any other time was that this time, Lan Jin's sword directly cut off the killing array launched by the million-strong warship formation of the two major families of Xu and Wang!
Boom!

"puff!"

At this moment, at the edge of the million-fleet formation, more than 100,000 aerospace fighters and warships exploded.

Countless pieces of warships mixed with blood splashed in all directions. The engine furnaces turned into large fireballs, and hundreds of thousands of them rose up at the same time, which was a spectacular sight.

This was because the army formation was unable to withstand the terrible force of the Taiqing Flying Sword, and had to disperse some of its power and detonate it in the fighter planes and warships, presenting a destructive effect like a natural disaster. "After all, it was a warship formation that was put together randomly."

"No matter how united we are, it's still just this level."

Jiang Ding glanced over and sighed, "However, I seem to have noticed that the warships that exploded on the periphery all seemed to be from the side branches of the Xu and Wang families. Was there not a single direct branch cultivator?"

"No, no?"

"At this point, is your ancestor still thinking about his direct bloodline and using you as cannon fodder?"

The sounds, similar to the sound of swords, poured into the ears of all the cultivators from the Xu and Wang families through the gaps in the military formation that had just been created, causing their passionate emotions to stagnate instantly. All kinds of thoughts in their souls grew wildly like weeds, becoming distorted and completely out of control.

Many images involuntarily appeared in the minds of many collateral monks.

The direct descendants of the monks do not do any work every year, but they possess wealth and natural treasures hundreds or thousands of times more than theirs, and are naturally able to advance to a higher realm than them.

Unlike himself, who toils all day long but can only get a meager amount of spirit stones and elixirs every year for his own cultivation, he is extremely poor.

Although these people are nominally from the same family, is this really the case?
A cultivator from the side branch thought that he once had a younger brother who was extremely talented and had natural spiritual roots. He might be able to surpass the crown prince and become a Nascent Soul cultivator.

But one day, it suddenly disappeared.

No one dared to ask, no one dared to speak.

There are collateral monks...

unfair.

All kinds of injustice came to their minds.

These are all true and come from things in their daily lives. These cold and cruel realities cannot be concealed by slogans like "same family, same blood".

Countless similar emotions were surging in the hearts of the collateral monks, and the mood of unity was so strong that the morale of the army dropped instantly.

There were even many monks from other branches who simply gave up control of the army and wanted to flee the battlefield. They did not regard this war as their own war and did not have much of a sense of belonging. The original unity of the people seemed so inexplicable.

As a result, the momentum of the million-ship formation dropped drastically.

"mean!"

"I never thought that a great swordsman like Great Sun Sword Master would use illusions to deceive people. Aren't you ashamed?"

Xu Yan suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the blood turned into a sharp shout that appeared in the souls of all the confused side-line cultivators: "You are born to practice Taoism and have a natural path to advancement. Why is this so?"

"what?"

“Is this something you are born with?”

"This is because you are born with the blood of the Xu and Wang families!"

"Although you are not as close as the direct descendants, but the poorest among you are all middle-class families in the countryside and in the town, and at least have several families to support them. Is this something that fell from the sky?"

He yelled angrily.

"Because we are descendants of the Xu family!"

Many monks from other branches were suddenly awakened and frantically tried to control the formation again to speed up the operation of the formation and reduce the pressure faced by the ancestor.

Keng!
The sword light like a wind chime came again at this time, slashing into the army formation that was moving hastily and had not gathered much strength at all.

boom!
This time, the Taiqing Flying Sword easily broke through the killing formation formed by the army of millions of warships, and split thousands of warships with one sword. The warships fell, and the broken ends were smooth and neat.

The blue-gold sword light had no obstacles and slashed straight at the Starry Sky Fortress.

boom!
Under Xu Yan's horrified gaze, the mottled shield of the Starry Sky Fortress shattered, and the sword light quickly came towards his head.

"kill!"

He roared angrily, and had no choice but to burn his blood and energy to control the Heavenly Sword in his hand to meet the enemy again.

Ding!
As soon as the Heavenly Sword and the Taiqing Flying Sword touched each other, they were struck by lightning and flew away into the distance. Their spiritual light dimmed and they were not on the same level at all.

However, so many layers of interception finally worked.

call out!
This sword did not behead Xu Yan, but just swept past him diagonally, passing through one-third of the Star Fortress.

The mottled starry sky fortress paused for a moment, and one-third of the fortress hull slowly detached and fell to the ground.

The broken part of the fortress was as smooth as a mirror, with countless electric snakes and sparks blooming, and engine oil mixed with runes, as if the blood of this ancient star fortress was flowing and sprinkling into the starry sky.

(End of this chapter)