Five Elements Heaven

The Windmill Sword is a brand new weapon that no one has seen before.

No one knows how to fight, what specialties he has, and his combat power.

Kunlun Tianfeng always watched the operation of the sword tower. Because she was a sword cultivator, she was very curious about the windmill sword. Ai Hui had said before that the sword cultivators of Windmill Sword were different from ordinary sword cultivators, which aroused her curiosity.

Shi Xueman was also full of curiosity. When she left, the Windmill Sword was still an ugly iron frame.

Xiaoshan and the Iron Soldiers all stared with wide eyes, waiting for the performance of the Windmill Sword.

Everyone's eyes were focused, and Gu Xuan felt like a light on his back, and the pressure increased sharply. Shi Zhiguang, who was at the end of the sword, felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and was very alert.

Gu Xuan calmed down and saw enemies coming from all directions. He did not draw his sword immediately, but shouted: Crash into me! [Seven Stars] prepare!

Shi Zhiguang's eyes widened, and the palm on the hilt of the sword turned into an afterimage, which was dazzling. Not far away, Huo Da's eyes were shining, and he could not complete this move as beautifully as Shi Zhiguang. The difficulty of this move does not lie in the rapid movement of the hand, but in the rapid changes in the movement of the hand, but the input of Yuanli must always be maintained at an extremely subtle and precise level.

The most difficult part is to maintain a stable and precise input of Yuan force under extremely fast movements.

Sometimes, I have to admit that talent is a very scary thing. Shi Zhiguang's realm was far worse than Huo Da's, and his understanding of Yuanli was even different. However, in the position of sword wielder, Shi Zhiguang performed even better.

The captain of the Divine Wolf Detective Sentence saw the windmill sword in front of him tremble slightly, suddenly blur, and turn into a stream of light, flying towards him.

So fast!

The blood-cultivating scouts felt their eyes flash as the windmill sword wrapped in light rushed in front of them.

There was no time to dodge, and with a muffled bang, the three blood cultivators were knocked away like rubber balls.

The people on the Windmill Sword are all experienced in combat. You can tell just from the sound that the three blood cultivators are afraid that all the bones in their bodies have been shattered and there is no chance of survival.

So fierce!

For people like Tie Bingren who advocate head-on fighting, the scene of windmill swords rushing through the crowd began to appear in their minds, crushing and smashing flesh and blood wherever they passed.

The murder weapon! More ferocious than Zhenshen Peak!

The Zhenshen Peak is larger in size and has more diverse attack methods, but in terms of impact, it is far inferior to the Windmill Sword.

The iron soldier suddenly fell in love with such a murderous weapon and wondered whether he would buy one or two from Ai Hui later.

The windmill sword effortlessly penetrated the blood cultivator's surrounding net. At this moment, Gu Xuan shouted: Sword up!

There was a trilling buzzing sound.

Just like countless tuning forks sounding at the same time, everyone on the sword felt their heads suddenly sinking. Although they quickly returned to normal, everyone's expressions changed involuntarily, revealing expressions of surprise and shock.

Stab!

A sound like lightning, and an irregular thick sword light burst out from the tail of the sword.

This is……

Everyone stared wide-eyed, afraid of missing a detail.

The sword light exploded as quickly as thunder, turning into seven dazzling light spots that scattered in all directions. Bang, the light points exploded, countless sword lights spurted out, blooming like flowers, and seven sword nets, large and small, appeared in the sky, scattered at random.

A blinding light suddenly burst out in front of the captain's eyes, and he knew something was wrong.

Before he could make any reaction, the gushing sword light swept over him.

His strong body was instantly torn apart by countless sword rays.

When the light dissipated, the sky was empty, and all the blood cultivators were wiped out.

Gu Xuan let out a long breath and finally eliminated the enemy without messing up. [Seven Stars] covers a large area, but there are still blind spots. If you are unlucky, some fish may slip through the net.

Fortunately, I have good luck today.

He wiped his sweat and glanced at the boss secretly. He was slightly relieved when he saw that the boss had no reaction.

The other people in Windmill Sword were silent at this moment. Everyone was greatly shocked and needed time to digest.

Ai Hui didn't feel anything, and Gu Xuan's performance could only be described as average. However, he also knew that there was no need to rush this. He would become more proficient after playing a few more games. He completely forgot that he was not actually a veteran on the battlefield.

Everyone's expressions gradually returned to normal. After all, they were not ordinary people. Only Kunlun Tianfeng could not calm down. She now fully understood what Ai Hui said before about the difference between the two swordsmen. The impact and shock she received was the strongest. Gu Xuan and others completely subverted her understanding of sword cultivation.

Can this also be considered sword cultivation?

They don't pursue changes in sword styles, but pursue synchronization with each other. Such sword cultivation is unheard of!

If she hadn't witnessed with her own eyes the astonishing power of the Thunder Sword, she would have regarded it as deviant. There has been no such swordsmanship since ancient times! There has never been such a sword cultivator since ancient times!

Lord Huoshan said with emotion: A mere scouting team dares to charge towards us, which shows how powerful they are.

Tie Bingren said: The Blood Cultivator's momentum is like breaking bamboo. I just feel that we are vulnerable. A few people can overwhelm a war corps. It is true.

Everyone's hearts were filled with mixed feelings. From the two sides' strength being balanced, to Yuan Xiu being at a disadvantage, the situation plummeted in a short period of time. Yuan Xiu really doesn't have much pride. Even the Chongyun Spear, which is regarded as a miracle, can only further highlight Yuan Xiu's weakness today.

Everyone is much more awake, the shock caused by the Windmill Sword has been relieved a lot, and the mood has become heavier. The Windmill Sword is indeed sharp, but the difficulty of cultivating a sword wielder destined it to have limited impact on the entire battle. Will one or two more Windmill Swords fundamentally change the situation of the battle?

Ai Hui noticed everyone's low mood, but there was no good solution. This cannot be changed by a few words. The gap in mentality between the two sides is created by each victory or defeat.

The only way to improve morale is to win, there is no other way.

Ai Hui also realized that this battle might be more difficult than he imagined. The generals who command the army and the powerful masters around them are all so pessimistic. You can imagine the morale below.

Ai Hui remembered the direction of the sentinel just now and ordered him to go down and continue moving forward.

Encountering the enemy's sentinel means that you are not far from the enemy's large force.

Sure enough, they soon encountered a second wave of scouts, but Ai Hui still did not intervene and continued to let Gu Xuan take command.

This time Gu Xuan performed better than last time and did not let any sentry leave.

But the distance between this place and the enemy's camp was too close, and the fluctuations in the battle alerted other scouts. The third wave of sentinels came very quickly, giving them no chance to breathe.

This time the Thunder Sword commanded by Gu Xuan failed to wipe out all the enemies.

Of course, in addition to Gu Xuan's level still needing to be improved, it is also related to the active evacuation warning of the blood repair sentry. When they saw the Windmill Sword breaking through here, these scouts knew that the scouts ahead were most likely in danger. Instead of fighting to the death, they scattered and fled. At this moment, warning the large forces is the most important thing.

Blossoming bright red blood signals bloomed in the air.

From this point, we can also see the elite blood cultivators. Compared with Yuan Xiu's war department, they are more calm and experienced, and have richer combat experience.

Everyone looked solemn.

People like Xiao Shan, Huoshan Zun, and Bronze Ghost Fish Jin were all on the front line for the first time and had contact with the Blood Repair War Department for the first time. The elite blood cultivators exceeded their expectations.

The Iron Soldier reminded Ai Hui: The enemy's large army is coming.

Ai Hui said calmly: Already here.

As soon as he finished speaking, the distant horizon trembled like water waves, and there was a faint rumble. Even though they were so far apart, they could still feel an invincible momentum coming towards them.

Ai Hui turned around and walked towards the sword tower.

His steps were neither fast nor slow, like an ancient zombie covered in bandages strolling around. Everyone has become accustomed to his weird red-eyed zombie costume, which was an eyesore at first.

What does Ai Hui want to do?

Everyone was a little surprised and confused.

Ai Hui held his sword and climbed up the stairs, his thin figure exuding an indescribable aura.

The members of Thunder Sword suddenly became excited. The boss was going to take action himself! Ever since the battle at the top of Blackfish Zui Mountain, the members of the Thunder Sword have worshiped Ai Hui as a god. Later, Gu Xuan led them in most of their daily training, and the boss rarely took action.

Ai Hui's aura is getting deeper and deeper day by day, and he is becoming more and more unfathomable in everyone's minds.

Gu Xuan was also very excited. He was the deputy leader of Thunder Sword and the most powerful expert in the war department second only to Ai Hui. But only he himself knows how big the gap is between him and the boss.

Every time the boss makes a move, it is an excellent opportunity for him to observe.

All eyes were focused on Ai Hui, and many people's eyes showed surprise and uncertainty.

It was the first time they had seen such a strange situation.

There was no energy fluctuation in Ai Hui's body, but for some reason, his whole body seemed to become extremely ethereal and transparent, like... crystal. He was surrounded by an indescribable invisible aura.

Kunlun Tianfeng's beautiful eyes lit up, and she could hardly believe her own eyes.

To others, that invisible aura was strange, but to her, it was extremely familiar and kind.

That's the breath of the sword! The extremely pure aura of the sword!

It was the realm she dreamed of, and similar descriptions could only be seen in the classics of the cultivation era.

Oh my God, how did he do it?

Kunlun Tianfeng has been obsessed with swords since she was a child, and writing a Sword Code is one of her biggest wishes. She always thought that she was the strongest swordsman in the world, but today she discovered that someone was ahead of her.

There is no Yuan Power, only pure swords.

Ai Hui didn't know that everyone was in confusion at this moment. When he stood on the sword tower and held the hilt of the sword, he was focused on the sword without any distractions, as if he was a different person.

Perception extended between heaven and earth, the whistling golden wind brought clouds and sunshine quickly past the light curtain of the Windmill Sword, the towering mountains in the distance seemed to be staring at him, and the sky above his head seemed to be staring at him.

The earth is vast and heroic.

Qiang, he unsheathed his sword.

Buzz, causing all the swords to sing in unison, the sound echoing throughout the countryside.

The slight tremble from the sword in hand was like a fine electric current, flowing through the whole body of the team members, stimulating their scalps to explode, making their hairs stand on end, and the blood flowing in their bodies boiled silently, like rushing red lava.

Amidst the howling wind, a cold voice came out.

Target enemy troops, charge forward at full speed!