Five Elements Heaven

Move quickly!

Watch the distance and don't leave any gaps!

Soldiers of the gods can be seen everywhere in the vast wilderness, building blood pools. The blood pool is not big, about half a foot in diameter, no more than three feet deep, and shaped like a plum blossom. The soldiers moved very neatly and dug out a similar pool of blood. It didn't take much effort for them.

Then soldiers came over carrying baskets filled with various materials. The soldiers put the materials into the blood pool one by one. If any material is put into the blood pool, it will melt into a ball of blood. Soon, the blood pool was filled with bright scarlet water, and the air was filled with a sweet fragrance.

A divine general stepped forward, raised his palm, and a wisp of transparent flame rose up.

The transparent flame was then thrown into the blood pool, and the bright red blood-like water was immediately ignited, and thick blood-colored smoke rose into the sky. The blood-colored smoke condensed but never dispersed, rising into the air like a giant pillar holding up the sky.

In the wilderness, bright blood-red smoke pillars stood tall.

The divine sacrifice within the gods stood under the pillar of blood-colored smoke and muttered something. I saw blood-colored smoke pillars starting to fly out pieces of blood-colored petals, and the petals seemed to be endless. The bright red petals seemed to be light and weightless, they were scattered everywhere in the wind.

The wilderness becomes beautiful and dreamy.

It's so beautiful!

Deputy radical Qin Ge stretched out his palm, and a petal fell into his palm, turning into a wisp of bright red smoke and disappearing. He couldn't help but admire it.

He Nanshan looked solemn. Is this method really effective?

He was unsure.

Because they were suffering from the harassment of the Thunder Sword, everyone in the Spiritual Department was thinking hard about how to deal with the Thunder Sword that came and went like the wind. [Firework Lock] is the solution they came up with through their collective efforts.

Originally, he was planning to set up an ambush for Thunder Sword and solve his troubles in one fell swoop. But that terrifying fluctuation of water energy made He Nanshan suddenly realize that Shi Beihai was still alive!

He knew without thinking that the other side would definitely try their best to rescue Shi Beihai. What daughter would watch her father trapped in the enemy camp?

If we want to rescue Shi Beihai, then the Windmill Sword, whose thunderous sword comes and goes like lightning, is undoubtedly the best way.

Now let’s see if [Firework Lock] can block the Thunder Sword!

At this moment, a shrill alarm sounded.

They're coming!

He Nanshan felt inexplicably depressed as he looked at the soldiers gathering in the wilderness like frightened birds. The continuous harassment of the Thunder Sword has left a deep psychological shadow on the entire Ministry of Spirit. Any lone team in the wild will become the prey of the Thunder Sword. For a while, he didn't even dare to send out sentries because the loss of the sentries made him feel heartache.

It must be useful!

He Nanshan felt furious.

In the Sword Formation Valley, a windmill sword hovers directly above the valley.

The fat man was shirtless, and he was immersed in building a brand new tower cannon on the windmill sword. Different from the Honeycomb Heavy Cannon, the gun body is slender and shaped like a crane's beak, which shows that it has excellent range and penetration power. And with a much smaller size than the Hive Heavy Cannon, Fatty can operate it alone without any problems.

Fatty doubted whether he would have a chance to take action when traveling with Ai Hui and Shi Xueman, but his cautious character still made him fully prepared.

Although the weather is getting colder, the fat man is sweating profusely. Usually when I look at fat people, I think they are full of flesh and have fat heads and brains. As soon as he took off his clothes, he discovered that the fat man's seemingly solid figure was all filled with strong muscles with angular lines. At this time, it was covered with sweat, just like copper cast iron with a layer of oil. It was actually a bit shiny, giving it a strong metallic texture.

While the fat man was working, he muttered: Zhiguang, master the sword well. Fatty's life is in your hands.

Shi Zhiguang said dissatisfied: Fat Master, I have carried out missions many times.

Hehe, Fatty is timid. The Fatty continued to complain: I'm talking about Zhiguang, the windmill sword can't rest on the ground properly. Do you know how much effort it took Fatty to move these guys up?

Shi Zhiguang was also helpless: The boss ordered it.

His eyes lit up: The boss is here!

The fat man immediately shut up and pretended to be concentrating on the tower cannon. Even though he was promoted to master, he still felt frightened when facing Ai Hui. Ai Hui is his best brother, and he respects and fears Ai Hui. His growth history was a history of being tortured by Ai Hui. The pressure formed by Ai Hui's coldness for a long time had already penetrated deep into his bones.

However, Fatty was very grateful to Ai Hui in his heart. He actually knew very well that without Ai Hui's encouragement, he would never be where he is today, and he would have become a pile of withered bones.

Not far away, another Windmill Sword was also hovering in mid-air, the B-shaped sword held by Hoda.

In sharp contrast to Shi Zhiguang's Windmill Sword, which was empty, this Windmill Sword was overcrowded. Except for Duanmu Huang, who was in charge, the members of the Thunder Sword were all assigned to the windmill sword held by Hoda. This was Hoda's first mission with the Windmill Sword, and it was also a dangerous enemy area. Everyone's first thought was to ensure safety.

On the windmill sword on the opposite side are Ai Hui, Shi Xueman, and Fatty, with overwhelming combat power.

Seeing Ai Hui's appearance, the members of the B-Zijian team suddenly became excited and excited. They had not seen their boss for a long time.

Look, the boss is here! The boss is really out of prison!

It's better that Zhiguang has a good life and can go on missions with the boss.

Hoda said dissatisfied: Hey, hey, I'm a master too! What do you mean if you say this in front of me! Don't use the master as a master!

Everyone laughed. Hoda was very familiar with them and never put on airs.

Yes, yes, Master Huo has achieved great success, and his magnificence is unparalleled!

Zhiguang, that accomplished villain, how can he compare with Master Huo! This time we want to win the jackpot!

Master Huo is counting on you!

Hoda patted his chest: Okay, I don't dare to compete with the boss, but I'm not afraid of Zhiguang at all!

He immediately asked with some confusion: How did Zhiguang stop the windmill sword at that place?

Gu Xuan shook his head: The boss ordered it.

Duanmuhuang snorted coldly, not hiding the displeasure on his face: Pretend to be a ghost!

It had been a long time since he had set foot on the Windmill Sword. As soon as he stepped on the Windmill Sword, Ai Hui felt more at home. The windmill sword was empty, and there was no one in the sword tower. Only Shi Zhiguang was responsible for holding the sword.

Shi Zhiguang raised his head, stood upright, and shouted: Boss!

Ai Hui smiled: Long time no see, Zhiguang.

Shi Zhiguang suddenly became excited.

The news of Ai Hui's release has spread throughout the camp, boosting morale. Anyone who has not just joined the team knows what Ai Hui, who seems to be indifferent, means to the entire team.

There was an atmosphere of joy everywhere in the camp.

The only thing that everyone thought was hateful was that Ai Hui actually brought Lou Lan with him on this mission. This also meant that they had to say goodbye to the delicious Yuanli soup until the end of the mission.

There was a wailing sound in the camp, and everyone spontaneously organized a prayer activity to pray for the success of this mission.

They didn't know that this mission was to pick up the surviving Beihai remnants.

Lou Lan happily greeted Shi Zhiguang: Hello, Zhiguang!

A smile appeared on Shi Zhiguang's face involuntarily: Welcome to the sword, Loulan!

Loulan was carrying a big box in his hand, and he didn't know what was in it. Is it food on the road? Shi Zhiguang perked up and his eyes shone.

Shi Xueman held Yunrantian in his hand and saluted Shi Zhiguang: Thank you for your hard work this time.

Shi Zhiguang quickly returned the gift: Madam, your words are serious, Zhiguang's responsibility lies here!

The word ma'am caused a blush to appear on Shi Xueman's face. She quickly regained her composure, nodded towards Shi Zhiguang, and walked to an empty space. She was in a trance, and her tightly pursed lips revealed her nervousness and worry.

When she learned that her father had died in battle, she was so sad that she turned her grief into fighting spirit and rushed to the front line. Now that she knew her father was still alive, she was overjoyed, but being in danger made her extremely worried.

Shi Zhiguang walked up to Ai Hui, saluted with a snap, and said loudly: Report to the boss, the Thunder Sword is ready and you can set off!

Ai Hui said: Wait a moment.

Shi Zhiguang was a little surprised: Boss, is there anyone else who wants to go with us?

Ai Hui smiled mysteriously: You'll know later.

Even Shi Xueman looked at him with some curiosity. Only Loulan's eyes narrowed into two curved moons, looking very happy.

Ai Hui looked solemn and took a deep breath. Hissing, the sound of inhalation was like tearing cotton, and it was awe-inspiring and sharp, and the sound of Jin Ge could be faintly heard, continuously.

The sound of inhaling suddenly stopped, and Ai Hui gently raised his palm upwards, pointing his two middle fingers parallel to form a sword.

Zheng!

Without any warning, thousands of swords roared together in the valley below.

Shi Zhiguang was startled, and the hairs all over his body stood up. Before he could react, the sky above his head suddenly darkened, and a huge shadow enveloped him.

He raised his head subconsciously, his breath suddenly suffocating.

Countless black swords lay quietly above his head. They were all pitch black and had different shapes, blocking out the sky and the sun. They swim silently, like a terrifying swarm of black sharks, cruising silently in the cold, dead deep sea.

It is so numerous that it is impossible to count. The blade of the sword moved, and the occasional flash of cold light was so cold that it could penetrate into the deepest part of the bone.

Shi Zhiguang's mind went blank.

The scene in front of me was filled with dangerous and terrifying atmosphere, which was suffocating.

Shi Xueman was also stunned.

She knew that Ai Hui's strength would definitely improve by leaps and bounds this time out of seclusion, but the scene in front of her still exceeded the limit of her imagination.

Ai Hui...

Ai Hui's clothes were still in the wind, and the broken hair on his forehead was blown into a mess, but the cold light flashing in his eyes became brighter and brighter, like the stars at night.

At this moment, he felt like an unsheathed sword, exuding a cold aura and shining brightly!

Above the valley, a soft shout sounded.

Here comes the sword!

The group of black swords swimming silently in the sky suddenly turned into a raging black waterfall, pouring down from the sky.

He watched countless black swords suddenly shoot towards him, like a swarm of black sharks, rushing towards him crazily, trying to bite him to pieces and devour him whole. Shi Zhiguang's face turned pale, and he subconsciously wanted to hold his head and hide, but the next moment despair rose in his heart, and he found that he could not move.

Doo doo doo!

Like a heavy rain hitting plantains, the sound is so dense that it makes people breathless.

This heavy rain came and went away faster. Shi Zhiguang felt his eyes blurred. When he reacted, the blue and cloudless sky came into view again. The suffocating black cloud disappeared, as if it was just his imagination.

Not far away, Duanmu Huang and others could see clearly.

The black swords inserted all over the valley suddenly screamed in unison, broke away from the earth, and flew into the sky like dark clouds. Following Ai Hui's clear shout, the group of swords hovering in the sky poured down. The black torrent was divided into seven, turned into seven thin streams, and submerged into the seven sword towers.

At that moment, the windmill sword suddenly sank.

The seven sword towers are like hedgehogs, densely packed with black swords, becoming seven veritable sword towers.

The valley was dead silent except for the faint sound of swords.

Duanmu was as dumb as a wooden chicken at dusk, and everyone was like clay sculptures, silent.

The sharp sword intent dissipated without a trace, and the cold light in Ai Hui's eyes disappeared into the night like stars, returning to the depths.

Set off!