Peach Blossom Mountain Liu Jiaxiu's Biography

Chapter 1069 The battle ends
But just when the twelve-winged angel was rejoicing that he had escaped with his life, a gray-white light shot towards him like a flash of lightning.

The speed of the spiritual light was extremely fast, as if it had crossed the boundary of time and space. The twelve-winged angel didn't even have a moment to react. At that moment, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
The spiritual light had accurately hit his soul. There was only a slight muffled sound, as if it was the sound of a soul being shattered. The body of the twelve-winged angel shook violently, and his eyes instantly lost their luster.

His once proud body now fell down helplessly like a kite with a broken string, and died forever.

Then, a mighty spiritual hand appeared out of thin air. The hand exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, and the lines were clearly visible, as if it was condensed from pure spiritual power. It grabbed the body of the twelve-winged angel with unstoppable force, and then slowly sent it to Liu Changxu.

Liu Changxu looked calm, his eyes fixed on the corpse. He stretched out his slender fingers, gently took off the storage bracelet on the wrist of the twelve-winged angel, and held it in his hand.

Then he put the corpse of the twelve-winged angel into a storage bracelet specially used to store the corpses of monsters.

After doing all this, Liu Changxu once again quietly became a spectator. He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep and calm, like a king overlooking the world.

At this moment, the cultivators on the human side saw Liu Changxu kill a powerful twelve-winged angel so easily, and they immediately burst into thunderous cheers, and their morale was greatly boosted.

There was a glimmer of excitement and hope in their eyes, as if they saw the dawn of victory.

On the contrary, the angels were in despair and their morale plummeted. Their faces were filled with despair and fear, and their high fighting spirit disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Especially the three twelve-winged angels who were still struggling with the combined powerful men of the Sun and Moon Sect, they felt disheartened when they saw that all the reinforcements that came to support them had died.

They were so panicked that they no longer cared about the hundreds of millions of angels who were still in the city. They fled out of the city like stray dogs.

The once proud angels now looked pale and their eyes were filled with fear. They flapped their white wings and jostled in the chaotic air, just to escape more quickly from this land that was about to be shrouded in despair.

At this point, the angels were doomed to fail, and the angels in the city were in an unprecedented predicament. Apart from surrendering or escaping, the only way left was death.

Under the command of the Sun and Moon Sect's strong men, the tens of millions of monks, who were like a vast sea of ​​stars, quickly formed neat battle formations and launched a ruthless massacre of the angels who were fleeing in panic.

The light of the magic weapon and the splendor of the magic are intertwined together, like a dazzling and cruel fireworks feast.

Wu Xuege and six other powerful men from the Sun and Moon Sect surrounded and killed the three twelve-winged angels who were fleeing frantically.

The three twelve-winged angels were unwilling to sit there and wait for death. They flapped their white wings vigorously, leaving brilliant light and shadows in the air at a speed as fast as lightning.

Sometimes they turned left, sometimes right, trying to break through the encirclement of Wu Xuege and others. However, how could Wu Xuege and others let them escape so easily? They cooperated tacitly, and their spiritual treasures came out together. The powerful spiritual power impact caused cracks to appear in the surrounding space.

But even so, the twelve-winged angel was so fast that it escaped their encirclement and left only blurry shadows.

Seeing this, Liu Changxu frowned slightly, and a trace of worry surged in his heart. He knew very well that if the three twelve-winged angels escaped, there would be endless troubles. So, he focused his eyes and decided to take action again. This time he still sacrificed the Ruyi Soul-Destroying Lamp.

With the help of the powerful weapon, the Ruyi Soul-Destroying Lamp, Wu Xuege and others quickly killed the three twelve-winged angels.

When these three twelve-winged angels fell, the angels who were still surrounded felt despair.

They were already struggling due to the disparity in strength, and now they were like a candle in the wind, their resistance becoming increasingly powerless.

The angels' eyes were filled with fear and despair, and their fighting spirit completely collapsed at this moment. Soon, groups of angels reluctantly gave up resistance and slowly raised their hands in surrender. Their white wings drooped, and their faces were full of frustration and fatigue.

And those angels who were still resisting were soon ruthlessly slaughtered by the human army.

The human army was like an unstoppable torrent, with magic weapons shining and spells dazzling, ruthlessly sweeping towards the stubborn angels. The angels screamed one after another, and their blood dyed the sky red.

Time passed slowly like a silent stream. The warm and brilliant afterglow of the setting sun gently fell on this extremely tragic battlefield like a golden veil, and the roar of the magic weapon gradually stopped.

The once magnificent and majestic Jinyu City has now turned into a pile of rubble with broken walls and ruins.

Broken magic weapons were scattered everywhere, some were twisted and deformed, and some were dim, as if telling the story of the thrilling battle that had just happened. Bloody corpses were lying in all directions, and the painful groans of the wounded were floating in the air.

Although the faces of the human monks on the victorious side were filled with fatigue, their eyes were shining with joy and excitement of victory.

No one had time to rest, but could not wait to start cleaning up the battlefield. They carefully shuttled through the mess, some bent down to pick up the valuable magic weapons, carefully examining them, trying to find out if they were still valuable; others silently carried the bodies of their companions, with solemn expressions and deep sorrow and respect in their eyes.

At this time, the powerful men from the Sun and Moon Sect and other sects who came to help in the battle had gathered on the wide deck of the Ruyi Dunkong Shuttle.

The faces of the practitioners were filled with joy of victory, and everyone was enthusiastically discussing the next course of action.

Liu Changxu and Wu Xuege sat side by side in the main seats, quietly listening to the heated discussions of the monks.

The impressive record of killing four twelve-winged angels in one battle greatly boosted the confidence of many powerful combined warriors present.

Therefore, the vast majority of the combined powerful warriors present, driven by the joy of victory and the passionate fighting spirit, suggested that after cleaning up the battlefield, they should continue to move deeper.

However, there are always some people who, after experiencing this thrilling battle, have become more cautious and worried. They hope to stop while they are ahead, stop advancing, stay in the ruined Golden Feather City, and quietly wait for the response of the angels.

They believed that they should not be too aggressive, so as not to fall into a more dangerous situation. The two sides held their own views, and the atmosphere became tense and solemn.