Supreme Spiritual Beast

"It's finally here."

After that, the attack power suddenly increased, causing the pressure on the little tiger to suddenly increase, so she had no choice but to increase her attack power.

At this moment, there were 12 flashes of light in the sky. In the blink of an eye, they had arrived at the execution grounds.

They were the Twelve Swords of the Night, the twelve sharp swords used by King Wei to behead others.

There were twelve of them in the night, and each of them possessed the strength of a Sunshine Stage expert close to perfection.

If one did not reach the Great Circle of Sunshine, that was to prevent the summoning of the Heavenly Road. As a child, the Twelve Swords of Night had been instilled with faith in the loyalty of the Wei Wang for decades, not daring to forget each other.

The Twelve Swords of the Night may not be a match for Cao Zicheng, but the strongest aspect of the Twelve Swords of the Night was not their individual strength.

He hid in the shadows and formed a formation. The King of Wei did not want to kill Cao Zicheng with his 12 swords, he only wanted to stall Cao Zicheng.

When all the imperial guards arrived, he wanted to let these two people and beast know what was called the majesty of a king.

Boom! *

The little tiger's body flashed and crashed into the Wei Wang with a powerful force. The little tiger's sharp teeth reached towards the Wei Wang's neck.

However, Duke Wei's right hand was holding the tiger's teeth tightly, while his left hand was struggling madly on the ground.

Every time he struggled, a large amount of energy exploded out, causing the surrounding buildings to collapse and turn red under the impact.

However, even though the King of Wei was constantly struggling to release his manic energy, he was not suppressed by the young tiger to struggle out.

It was hard to imagine that the strength of the little tiger would be so terrifying. And after a struggle, his hair was in disarray, and the folds of his yellow robe were shattered. He looked like a beggar dressed in expensive clothes.

"This …"

The Twelve Swords of Nightfall were somewhat stupefied. What did they see?

The almighty and invincible king was actually being trampled on by such a cute little tiger. What was going on in this world?

"Don't worry about me. Interrupt that person. Do not let him break the formation."

King Wei struggled with a roar that carried a trace of exasperation.

Right now, he also knew what he looked like, without the slightest bit of the demeanor of a king.

However, he had no other choice. If Nightfall's Twelve Swords did not stop Cao Zicheng from helping him, once the formation was broken, their situation would become even more dangerous.

Right now, the Duke of Wei had already forgotten that he was the first to act. Furthermore, Cao Zicheng and the rest had no intention of killing him.

However, the Human King would not think of it that simple. Would one of his subjects be able to cause so many powerful experts to save him?

This is definitely a conspiracy to destroy my Great Wei Country.

Today, even if I self-destruct the formation, I will bring these conspirators to their deaths.

Otherwise, I'll be in great danger!

I, Cao Pengjun, absolutely cannot allow the Great Wei to be destroyed in my hands, or else I would be ashamed to face Cao Cao Cao's ancestors and my ancestors!

Upon hearing this, Nightbreak Trickster immediately understood the seriousness of the situation. His body seemed to be changing forms, twelve people, twelve silhouettes.

These twelve figures seemed to slowly merge with a strange ripple, transforming into a single person.

This person had merged all of the power and consciousness of the Twelve Swords of Nightfall, and could also be said to be a combination of the twelve swords of Nightfall.

Only the combined twelve swords of Nightfall could be counted as the true twelve swords of Nightfall. His name was Thirteen Swords.

"Ha!"

The thirteen swords gave a light roar, and with a stride, they seemed to cross over space, appearing not too far away from Cao Zicheng.

Nightfall's Twelve Swords, Sixth Sword, was best at speed. His movement technique was superb and unpredictable.

With a flash of sword light, twelve swords appeared in his hands.

With a slight wave of his right hand, the twelve swords began to move like his arms.

However, these twelve swords only rotated back and forth, with no intention of attacking.

"What's going on? Why can't you lock onto this person's aura? "

Thirteen's heart was filled with amazement. He didn't know why, but he felt a sense of worship when he saw this person. It was as if the person in front of him was the leader that he respected the most.

However, Thirteen Sword knew that it was just an illusion. The person in front of him was the enemy of His Majesty, so he shouldn't have such a feeling.

"This person is truly terrifying, even his illusion techniques are this powerful."

Thirteen Sword stared at Cao Zicheng with a serious expression, trying to find an opening.

However, Cao Zicheng was currently surrounded by black and white light, so how could he have any openings and let the thirteen swords attack him?

Furthermore, Cao Zicheng was crazily attacking the formation, and his whole body was filled with aggression.

Thirteen Sword had a premonition that if he attacked this person, he would be doomed.

Eventide Du's third sword strike of twelve swords was extremely powerful in sensing danger.

However, even if he knew the danger he was facing, he could not give up. That was because they were the ones who had solved the Wei Wang's problem, the Twelve Swords of Nightfall.

The destructive power of Cao Zicheng's fist kept damaging the formation, but the energy source of the formation was the spirit vein below the capital.

If the formation was broken, that meant the spirit vein below was close to breaking as well.

Because of this reason, if the spirit vein did not shatter, then the national protective magical formation would not have truly broken.

Cao Zicheng did not know how many times he had punched. Although he was not tired, he knew that doing so would not be of much use.

Even if the final formation shattered, he would have to spend too much time.

So... He wanted to use the fusion skill, and with just a thought, he could move. His left hand was blooming with a blazing white lotus, while the right hand was blooming with a dark rose.

At this moment, Thirteen Swords' eyes lit up. This was because cultivators were not allowed to be disturbed while they were casting their secret arts.

Otherwise, he would suffer the backlash of the powerful secret art. This energy wave was so strong, and his chance had come.