Five Elements Heaven

The lightsaber trembled, broke free from the soil, and flew through the air, leaving a striking and unusual arc of light in the night.

Zhengzhengzheng!

The sound of Qingyue's sword is endless.

The lightsabers broke free from the soil one after another, turned into sword light, and shot towards the Yinshuang Department.

In an instant, lightsabers rained down.

From the time when the first lightsaber flew up to when the sword light was like rain, it only took a blink of an eye. However, Song Xiaoqian's attention always fell on the lightsabers in the center of the sword array without any distraction. The sword light came extremely fast. She didn't dare to look down on her and shouted: Fly over the wall!

The soldiers of the Yinshuang tribe had their arrows on the bowstrings for a long time, and upon hearing the order, they opened their bows at the same time.

Boom!

The bowstring vibrated, and a dense rain of arrows flew out, like a ladle of cold water being poured out.

After the silver arrow left the bowstring, a layer of white frost quickly formed on the arrow body. In the blink of an eye, the frost thickened and expanded, turning into an ice edge.

The ice edge grew larger at an alarming speed, and a surprising scene appeared on the battlefield.

The arrow rain expanded like a puff of air, changing from ice edges to ice cubes. The ice cubes merged and connected with each other, turning into a huge ice wall.

This huge ice wall with a height of more than ten feet, a width of more than forty feet, and a thickness of more than three feet flew forward with a low whistle, as if it were the top of a mountain. It was like a huge wild beast that broke into the jungle, destroying everything in its path. The long sword along the way could not stop the ice wall at all, and the broken sword fragments shot out like raindrops in all directions.

The loss of [Flying Wall] was much greater than that of a simple [Ice Wall], but seeing the effect, Song Xiaoqian was still very satisfied.

More importantly, [Flying Wall] can cover them to continue charging.

Countless actual battles have proven that as long as the charge loses speed, it will be a dead end.

As long as they can maintain the charging speed, Song Xiaoqian firmly believes that unless the opponent has been promoted to master, once they rush forward, the opponent will die.

At this moment, she heard a soft pop, and her nerves immediately became tense.

The lightsaber hits the ice wall!

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and a bright spot suddenly appeared on the ice wall in front of her.

The next moment, dense spots of light appeared on the ice wall, like shining stars.

careful……

Before Song Xiaoqian could say anything, the light suddenly swelled, and the sharp sword intent that reached between his eyebrows suddenly shot out. Behind them, the ice wall exploded into ice shards. The scene of such a huge ice wall being blown into pieces is extremely spectacular, just like the dust raised by an avalanche in a snow-capped mountain.

However, Song Xiaoqian no longer cared about this.

The sword light was like a bolt of lightning, tearing apart the night sky instantly and sinking into the Silver Frost Department!

The white light that enveloped the entire army was as fragile as paper and could not block the sword light at all. Like a red-hot iron sword, the lightsaber burned her vision, leaving sharp light marks that seemed to cut through the night.

Puff puff!

Without turning around to look, Song Xiaoqian knew that it was the sound of the lightsaber effortlessly piercing the soldiers' bodies.

Bang, the corner of his eye was suddenly occupied by a burst of flesh and blood, and a soldier was hit in the head by a lightsaber.

Song Xiaoqian's heart was as solid as stone, without any wavering. Maybe she would be sentimental after the war, but during the battle, she was calm and almost cold.

How can there be no death in battle?

In one wave of attacks, more than a hundred people fell!

This was the first time Song Xiaoqian had encountered such a terrifying blow. This was after they first used [Flying Wall] to block, but the opponent still caused so many casualties, but she was not surprised. She knew what level of opponent they were going to face, or a monster.

The first wave of attacks confirmed some of Song Xiaoqian's guesses.

Divine blood!

She is now 100% sure that the other party has divine blood. Otherwise, it would never be possible to penetrate the entire army's defense so easily.

The strict hierarchy of blood cultivators is not only reflected in power and status, but also in the suppression of power. This is why the Red Devil was able to gain an eye-catching status just after completing the blood refining.

With the same blood spiritual power, the higher levels suppressed the lower levels in all directions. Although he had just completed the blood refining, the Red Devil was destined to become one of the strongest people in the Kingdom of God.

Who is the strongest person in the Kingdom of God, His Majesty the Emperor!

The power derived from the sacred blood of holy objects is the strongest power in the Kingdom of God.

Other soldiers thought that it was possible to cause such great damage because the opponent was so powerful. Only Song Xiaoqian knew that in addition to the unfathomable strength of the opponent, the restraining effect of divine blood on blood spiritual power was the root cause of their heavy casualties.

The holy relics of the Kingdom of God have become the biggest culprit of Yinshuang's heavy casualties, which has to be said to be full of irony.

Song Xiaoqian didn't know where the opponent got the divine blood. At this time, he had no other choice but to rush forward despite the casualties.

The sound of Qingyue's sword intertwined with the rumble of wolf hoofs.

One after another, the lightsabers broke free from the soil, turning into dazzling sword lights that disappeared into the silver frost.

Every time the Silver Frost Division took a step forward, someone fell down, but the momentum of the charge was not weakened at all.

The soldiers who fell from the wolf's back had no time to howl before they were trampled to pieces by their companions behind them.

Flesh and blood were trampled into the soil, dyeing the earth red.

No one noticed that these flesh and blood disappeared silently, as if being swallowed by something.

In the blood-eye illusion, the rich golden mist that is everywhere is fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ai Hui noticed the abnormality, pondered for a moment, and understood in his heart.

The golden mist is the part of the divine blood that he cannot absorb, so he plans to export it through the sword formation. However, ordinary long swords could not withstand such tyrannical power and were shattered one after another. Later, the flesh and blood of blood beasts were used as a medium, so that these long swords with ordinary texture could absorb the weak power of divine blood and be tempered into lightsabers.

However, the blood beast's flesh and blood is obtained through the frontline battlefield, and the quantity is limited, and more divine blood power cannot be exported.

No one thought about the corpse of Xue Xiu. After all, we are all human beings, and we still cannot do things like this that challenge the moral bottom line.

Ai Hui woke up because the golden mist could not be exported, and could only guess that there might be something going on outside.

But when the Yinshuang tribe rushed into the sword formation, he immediately noticed it.

Before he could react, the sword fetus felt threatened and started to operate spontaneously, and then Ai Hui saw a gorgeous scene of lightsabers raining down.

The sword formation devoured the enemy's flesh and blood, catching Ai Hui off guard.

Before he could react, the golden mist that had nowhere to vent suddenly became much lighter.

And almost at the same time, in the corner of the sword formation, long swords emitted light that seemed to be real. The surface of the long sword began to peel off, revealing the glowing lightsaber inside.

Qingyue's sword cry sounded again, and the newly-baked lightsabers rose into the air and fired towards the enemy.

The effect of blood repairing flesh and blood is much better than that of blood beasts.

What was sent into the sword formation before was the flesh and blood of the broad-backed bat fish. The broad-backed bat fish was a low-level blood beast used by the beast camp. But now the flesh and blood in the sword formation is the flesh and blood of the blood cultivator and the silver frost wolf. The silver frost wolf is a blood mount, much higher than the broad-backed bat fish. As for blood cultivation, it is not comparable to blood beasts.

Ai Hui felt a little chill in his heart.

Divine blood is really a monster. Less than a drop of divine blood, the part absorbed by oneself, supplements the sword embryo, making it reborn and reborn. And the remaining part, if there is no flesh and blood, he can't even excrete it from the body.

It devours all flesh, man and beast.

Suppose it is said that the divine blood created the present Kingdom of God and created the blood cultivation system. Ai Hui suspected that when needed, blood cultivators with divine blood could devour other blood cultivators to replenish themselves.

The characteristics displayed by the divine blood are truly terrifying.

Ai Hui became more and more convinced that the divine blood was the blood of the demon god in the dream, because its power was full of rough, primitive, cold, cunning, and beast-like predators of the weak.

This is why Ai Hui doesn't like the power of divine blood at all, it doesn't have any warmth. Ai Hui had always felt that he was a cold-blooded guy who didn't care about the life or death of others.

He has never had any moral obsession, and he is willing to try any method as long as he can become stronger. But even so, some properties of the divine blood still disgusted him.

For example, when they are on the verge of death, they will grab their companions and devour them.

He would rather die than do something like that.

Fortunately, those powers were expelled from his body and he would not become a blood cultivator.

Ai Hui couldn't help but look up at the huge bloody eye above his head.

Thanks for the bandage.

Hey, I think of my master and my wife again...

When the battle situation was critical, Ai Hui's thoughts were a little wandering and inexplicably sad.

Until the golden mist in front of him suddenly became much lighter, Ai Hui came back to his senses, and another batch of blood cultivators became nutrients for the lightsaber.

Until now, he has been a bystander.

Jian Fei dominates the rhythm of the battle.

The brand-new sword embryo was showing Ai Hui its power.

Song Xiaoqian felt like they were rushing into a swarm of wasps.

They couldn't see anything in front of them, they were completely enveloped by criss-crossing beams of light, which was a net formed by countless lightsabers flying around them!

Song Xiaoqian suddenly raised the spear in his hand, just in time to block an extremely fast sword light.

Dang, there was a crisp sound, and a ball of sparks burst out from the tip of the gun.

Song Xiaoqian's palms felt hot and he could hardly hold the spear in his hand.

The lightsaber bounced off, but Song Xiaoqian still noticed that the lightsaber was not damaged.

The power of divine blood contained in the lightsaber was extremely weak, but it was this weak power of divine blood that made Song Xiaoqian feel tremendous pressure. Her wear and tear was much higher than usual.

If this continues, it will be broken sooner or later.

What frightened her even more was that the number of lightsabers was increasing and increasing at an alarming rate. There are countless lights all around, and they create eye-catching and dazzling traces of light, just like beams of light, weaving into an airtight net.

They seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and the result they achieved was only a hundred feet forward.

The soldiers around her kept falling, and Song Xiaoqian could no longer maintain her calm mood, and she began to become anxious.

She tried almost everything she could think of, but to no avail.

Only about half of the Silver Frost soldiers are still alive. At a distance of one hundred feet, they lost one-third of their men. This rate of casualties had never happened before.

There is still a hundred feet ahead.

She noticed that the faces of his soldiers were starting to look frightened.

Only one hundred feet, the last one hundred feet!

Her eyes were determined.