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Chapter 135 Suppression
Chapter 135 Suppression
"Sword Sect, everyone, prepare to meet the enemy."
When these words rang out, the entire Qingming Sword Sect fell into silence for a moment. On the huge sword discussion stage, every disciple saw the look of astonishment on the faces of the people around them.
We can't blame them for being shocked. Qingming Sword Sect is the only sect within its own fairyland. It exists like an overlord. How can there be any forces in the surrounding area that can confront the Sword Sect head-on? Now someone actually knocked on my door...
This is as outrageous as America suddenly sounding the alarm in the early morning to start a battle to defend the capital.
After a few seconds, which could allow the monks to distinguish between life and death several times, the monks of the Sword Sect reacted. Their swords flew away from the peaks, and rays of light suddenly appeared.
Wu Wenjing is also one of them.
However, when he was about to get up with the sword in a hurry, someone grabbed the hilt of the sword and almost stumbled down. When he turned around, he saw Liu Zhao's face that needed a beating.
"What the hell did you do..."
"There are a few enemies at the mountain gate. Follow me to deal with them."
Liu Zhao looked at Wu Wenjing, whose blood pressure was soaring, pointed his finger in a certain direction, looked calmly, and spoke concisely.
His demeanor, which was in great contrast to his usual, covered up his clumsy behavior of dragging someone into flying swords just now, and directly silenced Wu Wenjing.
"Does it have to be me?" Wu Wenjing asked.
"Correct."
This word directly wiped out Wu Wenjing's hesitation, and he took the sword that had just been grabbed from Liu Zhao's hand: "Quick fight, I am not as free as you, I don't have any junior brothers or sisters to take care of."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky suddenly darkened, and within sight, the entire Sword Sect was shrouded in shadow. Liu Zhaowei sighed unobtrusively and raised his head together.
Although you are looking up, what you see is a bird's-eye view.
That's a falling ground!
With the eyes of a monk, all the details of mountains, rivers, peaks and valleys, pavilions and pavilions can be seen clearly. The rapidly approaching scene makes everyone who can see it feel like they are the one falling from the sky!
With just one glance, Wu Wenjing felt that his limbs were stiff.
The sword sect and the falling earth are like a huge millstone at this moment. Although the monks are physically strong, they have limits. Surviving the impact of a giant meteorite is something that people below the gods should not think about.
In a daze, he even saw the entire Sword Sect being crushed into slag between the millstones of heaven and earth...
At the last moment when the ground above his head was smashed down, seven phantoms of giant swords one thousand meters high emerged from between the peaks and stabbed straight into the sky!
"boom--"
The giant sword penetrated deeply into the floating island, and the huge resistance it brought caused its speed to drop sharply. The impact was stronger than the earth dragon turning over, causing the two pieces of land to split into deep valleys at the same time.
Under everyone's gaze, the speed of the hanging earth slowed down little by little... When the two highest peaks met, the ground above was finally completely stopped by the repulsive force of the Sword Sect's formation.
The seemingly slow contact still caused the two mountain peaks to break at the same time, and the earth and rocks collapsed and spread, suspended between the two pieces of land with opposite gravity directions, and the phantoms of the seven giant swords were just like the giant pillars supporting the heaven and earth in mythology.
This scene was so spectacular that it almost stopped the intruders. After a while, the figures fell into the sword sect like dumplings.
"Why is there no response from the formation?!"
Wu Wenjing looked at the group of evil cultivators who broke into the sect and said anxiously, but he immediately understood that the formation had already reacted, and the ground that stopped in mid-air above his head was the result!
It's a big gamble.
The opponent was betting that the Sword Sect's formation would be able to intercept successfully, and that it would not be able to spare any effort to deal with the enemies that broke into the sect.
In the distance, an inconspicuous Taoist priest stood on a stone suspended in the air. He took out a cigarette and took a puff. The smoke he exhaled dispersed and was quickly dispersed by the evil cultivators passing by. .
... After Duan Wufeng controlled the formation to intercept the floating island, he watched the many evil cultivators descending from the sky and fighting with the Sword Sect members but did not stop them.
——A total of eight powerful monks with their own characteristics were confronting him in the distance. Their temperaments were either arrogant and domineering or sinister and vicious... There was also one who was not very adult-like.
It is the top combat power of the Seven Evil Alliance and Rendiao Guan!
The leader of the Seven Evil Alliance is a man holding a black sword. The dark black robe cannot hide the strong muscles. There is a scar on the clear-cut face that extends from the left eyebrow to the cheekbone, adding to the heroic spirit.
For such a mighty man, no one could connect him with the rumored cruel and tyrannical leader of the Seven Evils Alliance, Guan Xingyue, if they only looked at his appearance.
Putting the big sword on his shoulder in an arc, Guan Xingyue said with a smile: "Sect Master Duan, you are fine. Compared with the last time we met, we have changed our offensive and defensive positions."
"Is there any?"
Duan Wufeng's expression was as usual, and he had no consciousness of being besieged. He raised his long sword and pointed at Guan Xingyue's head: "Have your eyes grown? Why are you seeing things blurry than before? What kind of quack are you looking for?"
Guan Xingyue's face suddenly darkened.
Duan Wufeng did not stop talking. He glanced at several people, frowned, and said contemptuously:
"How many of you are there in total?"
"Yes. It seems that you are here for something or someone. After all... you guys don't have the strength to fight me, nor do you have the courage to face death."
"Are you going together or escaping together?"
Guan Xingyue was not the only one with a dark face now. As expected of the master of the Sword Sect, his mouth was as hurtful as the sword in his hand.
The atmosphere between the few people became explosive at any moment, and the strategy of delaying first was no longer feasible. Guan Xingyue removed the sword from his shoulders and held it with both hands, staring in a deep voice.
"Since Sect Leader Duan is so confident, let me learn from you..."
To everyone's surprise, before he could finish his words, Duan Wufeng had already taken action!
The sharp sound of the sword suddenly broke through the blue clouds! The sword shadow, which was too fast to react, passed by and instantly nailed the old man from the Poison Valley of the Seven Evils.
"Hmph...don't you have any fresher methods?"
With a wave of his finger, the burst of sword energy seriously injured the old man who was about to attack in a sneak attack until he was on the verge of death. Only then did Duan Wufeng meet the other seven people who were attacking him. The long sword in his hand collided hard with Guan Xingyue's big sword!
……
Under several people, the sword sect was already fighting fiercely.
The evil cultivators, who were far more numerous than the Jian Sect, came down like an overwhelming force and fought with the Jian Sect disciples, leaving no quiet corner.
Sword energy surged all over the sky, and martial arts roared.
The special astrology of the Huitian pilgrimage and the special cave above their heads caused the evil cultivators to have a huge increase in strength. In terms of numbers, the evil cultivators also had an absolute advantage, but they still gradually fell behind.
The main thing is that the fighting style of the Sword Sect disciples is very different from that of ordinary sects, and it is completely inconsistent with the aloof and arrogant temperament of sword cultivators in people's minds.
——They fight in formation.
Disciples at the same peak often form a team of people with similar cultivation levels, taking care of each other and never changing. Whenever we can work together to explore secret places, we advance and retreat together, and rarely go alone.
It sounds like a turtle shivering.
But this is precisely to make up for the overly aggressive and careless fighting style of the disciples in the sect, and to prevent the sect composed of a group of bad-tempered sword cultivators from gradually alienating and collapsing, a path that has been explored by generations of Sword Sect monks.
The expansion of Sword Sect's strength is benefiting from this, which gives them an additional characteristic that monks from other sects do not have:
Very good at group fights.
(End of this chapter)
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