Chapter 529: Another one

"This is your reinforcement?"
True Lord Qianji glanced at the red star lightly.
The magic weapon of war with a breath of mid-primary soul, six or seven breaths of heterogeneous soul, are extremely messy, some he has never seen before.
This strength can be regarded as commendable in normal times, but it is not worth mentioning among the forty-odd Yuan Ying cultivators.
"Daoist Xuanguang, please lead ten fellow Taoists to kill this celestial demon. If you can't kill it, you can contain it."
True Monarch Qing Ming politely said to a high-crowned old man with a cruel face behind him.
"Senior Brother Qingming, don't worry."
True Monarch Xuanguang, who had been shattered up and down the mountain gate, glanced at Wei Tianyang with a icy gaze that looked like flesh-cutting, and then looked towards True Monarch Qingming slightly, and the ten Yuan Ying monks behind him flew towards the blood-colored stars with a biting killing intent.
Wei Tianyang and Yuan Qianjun looked at them, they were funny in their hearts, but they didn't show any signs on their faces.
Now is not the time to demolish Zhao Shitai, if he leaves without care, the two of them will die.
"Since the two are stubborn, then die.
I will find you again. "
True Monarch Thousand Chance smiled coldly, no longer stayed behind, everyone attacked with all their strength.
The black and white chessboard domain, the Qing Ming sword energy domain, and the remaining 31 Nascent Soul monks' domains expanded at the same time, causing the huge Celestial Demon domain to rapidly shrink and collapse, and soon shrank from 1,500 kilometers to 100 kilometers in size. .
The area compressed to the extreme is crumbling, barely keeping it from collapsing, and counterattack is impossible to talk about.
"dead!"
Converging the cyan sword energy of the huge domain, thirty-six black and white flying swords, and the magical magic spells of thirty-one primordial infant monks, gathered into a non-interfering torrent and smashed into the heavenly demon domain and the dim Taixu domain. under.
It can be clearly seen that after the number of people increased, the attack power of True Lord Qingming and True Lord Qianji was significantly weaker than the strength of the previous full shot.
Quite a lot of strength is used to guard against each other and strain.
There is no peace between the middle sects. The five major sects have never stopped cruelly opposing the small and medium sects below. They may not dare to attack them, but it is entirely possible to leave one hand and let go at critical moments.
It's a matter of your own life, so no one can keep a close eye.
But even so, the combined strength of more than 40 Yuanying monks, including two late Yuanying monks, and five or six middle Yuanying monks’ guilds, is far greater than the previous battle, and two or three Yuanying late monks are basically It can't be their opponent.
With just one move, the original Qianjun Legion and Wei Tianyang, who had barely reached Yuan Ying's late stage combat power under the severe injuries, completely collapsed, leaving only a thin shield in front of them.
"Funny, you guys..."
True Monarch Qianji looked contemptuous, just about to say something, suddenly his expression changed drastically, and thirty-six black and white flying swords instinctively blocked him.
boom!
A red jade flying sword carrying a sea of ​​blood in the black and white chessboard area besieged Yuan Qianjun and Wei Tianyang suddenly invaded it.
The black and white chessboard area that was blocked along the way, as well as the vertical and horizontal squares, was ruthlessly washed away, and the flying sword slashed on the thirty-six black and white flying swords, cutting it back several miles.
"Another one, another one."
True Monarch Qianji turned pale, with murderous intent in his eyes, the black and white realm ignored Yuan Qianjun and Wei Tianyang, and used all his strength to protect his surroundings.
Not only him, but other Nascent Soul cultivators were also taken aback by the sudden emergence of the late-stage Nascent Soul, and they instinctively gathered their power to protect themselves.
Especially the elementary and middle-stage cultivators who accounted for most of the Yuan Ying, stared at Zhao Shi with divine consciousness and did not dare to relax.
The cultivators of the late Yuan Ying have the ability to kill the cultivators of the early Yuan Ying in a short period of time, and even the soul of the soul may be left behind.
Layers of fields of various colors surround this place, making it no different from a tortoise shell.
"The late cultivator of Yuanying is really different from the early and middle cultivators."
The red jade flying sword that was blocked by True Monarch Thousand Chance sighed slightly, not daring to be surrounded by the Nascent Soul cluster, without hesitation, he turned to the battlefield of Sky City and killed him.
There, the city in the sky is the magic weapon of the mid-level Nascent Soul, and the army of the Southern League led by Zhou Bihu is the mid-level Nascent Soul, and the remaining number of early-level Nascent Souls is also a lot of power. Suddenly, the real Lord Xuanguang will People are entangled in place, even underneath.
"not good!"
Divine Sense has been paying attention to True Monarch Xuanguang and the others in the central battlefield. They hurriedly wanted to escape from here and return to the two cultivators of the late Nascent Soul stage.
But their combat power is only comparable to that of the SAARC troops, and they are even at a disadvantage. Where can they come and leave as long as they want?
Under the leadership of Zhou Bihu, the green light of the surrounding grassy forest suddenly shined, and the various grasses grew wildly, turning into a chain of grass-green gods to entangle the realm of True Monarch Xuanguang.
On the other side, the Sky City, which had been upgraded to the mid-level Nascent Soul War magic weapon, fired a terrifying red sword-shaped beam of light one after another under the leadership of Taring Lina, which also blocked a mid-primary cultivator.
The blood lotus sword surrounded their final escape.
"stop!"
True Monarch Qing Ming shouted angrily, and the Qing Ming sword qi field gathered around him, turning into a huge Qing Ming sword qi and cutting it towards Zhao Shi, ignoring the siege of the two Yuan Qianjun.
True Monarch Xuanguang is the direct sect of the Supreme Sword Sect and even the Yuan Ying monk of the Supreme Sword Sect, gathering the essence of the Supreme Sword Sect.
Zizi~
The attack of the blood lotus sword will naturally not be stagnated because of his words. Taotao blood descends around the entangled True Monarch Xuanguang and the others, forming a resonance with the SAARC troops in the blink of an eye, quickly attacking them. field.
The highest military commander of the SAARC is Zhao Shi, who holds the supreme control of the SAARC military formation.
This is the trend of the lions fighting the rabbits, the opponents of the same session are pinned down, and the higher-level opponents sneak attack.
How did more than ten Yuan Ying monks resist this?
A flash of red sword light that had gathered most of the essence of the blood sea came to their eyes, and the cold blood sea sword intent descended on their souls.
"Do not!"
True Monarch Xuanguang, who was under special care, was terrified, and the surrounding fields desperately shrank to protect him.
However, his body stiffened uncontrollably, and his domain quickly deformed under the squeeze of the two huge front and rear domains, and collapsed with a bang.
A huge arc of blood swept across True Monarch Xuanguang, slashing his golden bell and magic weapon, penetrating his body, and then continuing to pass to the four people behind.
The five people, including True Monarch Xuanguang, looked dull, their bodies suddenly became soft like their faces, turning into a pool of dirty blood into the sea of ​​blood below them.
Five small-sized infants with frightened expressions teleported away quickly, and the strongest True Monarch Xuanguang looked at Zhao Shi bitterly: "I, Xuanguang, swear, this life will be extinct..."
"what is this!"
His spiteful little face suddenly became horrified, his body disappeared in a flash, and the blood lotus sword disappeared with him.
"what!"
In the painful scream that pierced the eardrum, a space was shattered, and the figure of a bleeding lotus sword appeared. On it was a Yuan Ying who had become two halves, vaguely the face of True Monarch Xuanguang, who had lost all vitality.
Seeing this, the other primordial infants, their souls were cold, the frequency of teleportation was higher, and they fled away without looking back.
"Naughty animal!"
At the same time, True Monarch Qingming's cyan giant sword also broke through a corner of Zhao Shi's domain, protecting the remaining four Nascent Soul monks, looking at Zhao Shi with a grim look.