Five Elements Heaven

Even if the front leads to hell, there is no regret at this time, there is only charge.

Song Xiaoqian suppressed the fear in his heart, took the lead, and rushed towards the figure that was very close at hand. The light of the white frost fire above the head shines through the light balls wrapped around the densely packed lightsabers. The constant sound of the swords is clear and clear, and the roar of the hive heavy artillery in the distance is heart-shaking.

The night was like day, with the uncertain light shining on Song Xiaoqian's face.

It's just a hundred feet away, in the blink of an eye, she said to herself.

The sword formations ahead lit up one by one, and the devil in the sword formation seemed to be aware of the danger.

It turns out that the devil is also afraid!

Song Xiaoqian suddenly felt some courage in his heart, and spurred his mount to run at full speed. He pointed the spear in his hand straight ahead and shouted angrily: Kill!

The soldiers followed her closely, shouting in unison: Kill!

The hooves of the wolf clanked like a dense drumbeat, and silvery-white light emerged from the Yinshuang soldiers again. They were like a silvery-white lightning, rushing forward!

A sword formation with flowing light stood in front of them.

But Song Xiaoqian had no intention of slowing down or changing direction, and without saying a word, he headed towards the sword formation. Bang, the sword array with flowing light shattered into pieces, and broken swords and fragments shot forward like a torrential rain.

Without a lightsaber, a simple sword formation is nothing in front of the Silver Frost Tribe.

The Yinshuang tribe, which still had its remaining momentum, continued to rush towards the second sword array, and the sword array collapsed again!

The five frost fires in the sky also roared loudly at this moment, and the extremely cold frost fire light surged, tightly entangled with the surrounding lightsabers.

Life and death, success or failure, all depend on this!

In the blood-eye illusion, it was transparent, and the ubiquitous golden mist disappeared without a trace.

A large amount of flesh, blood and corpses containing blood and spiritual power act as media, and the blood of gods that could not be discharged before is integrated into the sword formation. Long swords are constantly breaking because they cannot withstand the power of the divine blood. Even so, the number of lightsabers is still increasing rapidly.

The scorching sun in the sky is much dimmer than before, and the golden light pillar that seemed to be a substance before has now become translucent.

The sword fetus was like an enraged monster, running wildly.

The sound of sword clanging is as dense as fried beans. Just listening to the sound makes people's blood boil and full of fighting spirit.

Ai Hui's blood was not boiling, he was extremely calm at the moment. When Yinshuangbu stepped into the sword formation, every move he made was within his perception. He has been locked by the opponent, and the strong murderous intention surrounding him seems to be real.

Danger is imminent!

what to do?

I am still in the illusion and cannot escape. Ever since the sword fetus grew, it was like a monster breaking free from its shackles, out of his control.

The sword embryo that Ai Hui cultivated was inherently deficient, but after absorbing the blood of gods, it was reborn. Many times, Ai Hui felt that the sword fetus was a living being with its own consciousness. This is not his illusion. The word fetus in Jian Fei contains the meaning of living body. Another meaning refers to its unique self-growth.

Over the past few days, Ai Hui has witnessed with his own eyes how Jian Fei has grown and grown step by step. The number of swords in the sword body is constantly increasing, and each sword has a new sword intent, many of which Ai Hui has never seen before.

Ai Hui, who was watching from the sidelines, benefited a lot and opened his eyes.

However, he was also very confused in his heart. There was no doubt about the power of the sword fetus, and the self-growth ability of a living body was also amazing. But no matter how powerful the power is, once it cannot be controlled, what is the point?

Didn’t the ancient sword cultivators realize this? Ai Hui felt that it would definitely not be the case.

How did ancient swordsmen solve this problem? Ai Hui thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out. The classic book on sword fetuses is a fragment, and many key contents are missing. Ai Hui is not even sure whether the sword fetus he cultivated and the sword fetus mentioned in the classics are the same thing.

Ai Hui didn't feel anxious about this problem before. He could always think of a solution if he took his time.

But I never expected that danger would come so quickly!

The enemy is less than eighty feet away from him!

The terrifying white torrent was enough to crush him into a pulp.

To make matters worse, Ai Hui discovered that many soldiers in the enemy formation had taken off the big bows on their backs.

Even Ai Hui, who was calm during the battle, couldn't help but tremble. Was he first shot into a hornet's nest and then trampled into a pulp?

Ai Hui could even clearly see the hatred and fear on the faces of the soldiers.

Big bows are being drawn.

Damn it!

Ai Hui cursed loudly. He didn't expect that he would eventually die in such a tortured way! Standing motionless, being shot alive by the enemy into a hornet's nest, and then trampled into pulp by countless wolf hooves, this is probably the most unbearable way to die in the world...

Before he could finish thinking, his vision went dark.

Is this dead? This thought came to Ai Hui's mind subconsciously.

But the next moment, he realized, no!

Just now, Ai Hui's mind was attracted by the Yinshuang tribe charging outside, and he did not notice that the crazily rotating sword bodies suddenly dispersed, and the entangled Yin and Yang swords turned into two torrents and shot towards him.

The bloody beam of light that always enveloped Ai Hui was unobstructed. The sword fetus originates from Ai Hui's cultivation of energy and spirit, and is a part of Ai Hui's body. Ai Hui's energy and spirit are the soil that gave birth to the sword fetus. The blood of God is like nourishment. The sword fetus and Ai Hui are inseparable.

The swarm of swords arrived too quickly and in too many numbers, instantly covering Ai Hui's vision, causing his vision to go dark.

Countless swords, like huge schools of fish, surrounded Ai Hui, forming a perfect sphere. What is even more amazing is that the sword ball composed of countless sharp swords has a clear line between yin and yang, and is still entangled with each other and constantly flowing.

Ai Hui in the sword ball immediately felt a strange rhythm.

Beat, beat like a heart.

This is... a sword fetus?

For some reason, Ai Hui felt unusually close to this beating ray, as if he was connected to flesh and blood. Suddenly, Ai Hui suddenly realized what he had been unable to figure out before.

I see!

His mind was immersed in the sword embryo.

Boom, boom, boom.

With almost no effort, his mind was in tune with the rhythm of the beating in the sword's womb, as if it was born this way.

The sword ball surrounding Ai Hui suddenly stopped moving.

The next moment, thousands of swords roared together.

Ai Hui was shocked. The invisible barrier that had always existed between him and Jian Fei disappeared. Countless spiritual thoughts were like a flood that broke a bank, drowning him in an instant.

He instinctively reached out and grabbed it, and a small sword appeared in his hand.

The Silver Frost Wolf ran at full speed, and each sword array was shattered and destroyed.

The soldiers on the wolf's back drew their big bows, and the arrows flashed with cold light. Their movements were uniform, and this was the last volley of bows and arrows. Such a short-distance charge can also complete a volley of bows and arrows, which shows that the Yinshuang Department is well-trained.

Next to Song Xiaoqian is Hua Yunfeng, the deputy leader of Yinshuang, who is also the only person with strong magical powers in the Yinshuang department besides Song Xiaoqian. The reason why the deputy leader is not within the scope of [Frost Fire] is to prevent the leader from being killed in battle and leaving the soldiers without a leader.

Hua Yunfeng's handsome face was ferocious at the moment, reflecting deep-seated hatred.

It's too awful!

One-third of the soldiers were injured, and the powerful ones with magical powers were almost destroyed. The Yinshuang tribe had never suffered such tragic casualties. Hua Yunfeng felt fierce in his heart, even if the opponent was a devil, he would kill the devil!

Die!

With the hatred in his heart, Hua Yunfeng roared: Let go!

The bowstring vibrated, extremely neatly, like a sound.

The arrows suddenly lit up and shot toward the center of the sword array.

The distance of eighty feet is no more than the blink of an eye for an arrow leaving the string. A rain of arrows suddenly arrived, and the light illuminated the figure in the center of the sword array, a slightly thin young man.

He closed his eyes tightly and fell unconscious.

Song Xiaoqian's pupils shrank suddenly, Ai Hui!

The scene last time when Ai Hui led the Windmill Sword and penetrated the Divine Wolf Camp with an invincible attitude was a shame that no one in the Silver Frost Division would ever forget.

It turned out to be Ai Hui!

Song Xiaoqian felt annoyed, yes, he should have thought of it earlier! The battle was so fierce and Ai Hui was never found. This was extremely abnormal. No wonder Shi Xueman and the others would not hesitate to spend such astonishing manpower and material resources. If it were Ai Hui, then everything would make sense.

However, everything must come to an end!

Song Xiaoqian, who had sharp eyes, could clearly capture the area surrounding Ai Hui that was ten feet away!

The last ten feet, eight feet, five feet...

Ai Hui showed no signs of waking up, and the corners of Song Xiaoqian's tightly pursed mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

go to hell!

At this moment, a sword sound suddenly sounded.

This sword cry was different from any previous sword cry. There was no excitement at all, but a low and hoarse sound, like a muffled drum.

Song Xiaoqian's field of vision suddenly shook violently. The Silver Frost Wolf beneath her shook, and she almost fell off the wolf's back.

what happened?

The whole valley was shaking.

Every sword formation and every long sword in the valley was trembling. That low and hoarse sword cry was the result of the sword clangs emitted by nearly a million long swords at the same time.

Like a gust of wind blowing by, the arrows almost reached Ai Hui's cheeks, and the tips of the arrows melted and turned into fly ash. The arrow body melted and turned into flying ash. The arrow feathers melted and turned into flying ash.

The broken light is like mist, dissipating with the wind.

The rain of arrows with their sharp whistling just turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

Song Xiaoqian almost fell, and the others were even more unbearable. The blood of the Yinshuang soldiers was boiling, the blood spiritual power in their bodies was out of control, and a strong sense of paralysis enveloped their whole bodies. The limbs of the silver frost wolf beneath him became weak, and the weaker silver frost wolf even lost its balance and turned into a rolling gourd.

Song Xiaoqian was shocked.

What's this……

The faint mist swirling above the valley is the sword mist generated by the sword formation. Compared with the silver mist that lingers all year round on the silver mist sea, it is sharper and its corrosive power is even more amazing.

The valley seemed to be inverted in the shape of a huge transparent copper bell. The mist was agitated by the sound of swords and billowing violently inside the bell.

At the other end of the mountain, Lou Lan, who was too late to rush to rescue, stopped flashing his bloody eyes, and was completely sluggish at the moment. He murmured, The sword rings...

That’s right, it’s [Sword Ringing Bell]!

It's just that this is a sword ringing bell composed of nearly a million long swords.

The closed and narrow terrain of the valley just doubles the power of [Sword Ringing Bell].

When Ai Hui created [Sword Ringing Bell], he never thought that one day, this move would be able to explode with such shocking power and shine with such dazzling light.