"Quickly, protect ; we need to join forces to eliminate that demon!"
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Fang Zheng was speechless:
"Daoist, it’s not that I look down on you, but Song Kewang seems to be a master of the Martial Artist’s third realm, at the level of a Leakless True Body. Going up against him ans certain death."
"Even if it ans death... I have to go." Zhang Mingrui gave a bitter smile:
"He’s already possessed by a demon. If he breaks free, he will cause endless slaughter. If he breaks through as a Martial Artist to the realm of a Grandmaster, I’m afraid Gu’an County will cease to exist!"
"Hmm?" Fang Zheng looked skeptical:
"Is it really that serious?"
"It is." Zhang Mingrui sighed:
"Otherwise, why would Patriarch Linghu join forces with others? Everyone else knows about this, which is why they’ve all co together."
"This concerns everyone’s lives; running away..."
"Is not an option!"
Fang Zheng turned back, his eyes changing.
......
"Die!"
Gong Xiong’s saber move was fierce, a relentless attack accompanied by a tiger’s roar, cleaving through lightning-fast.
The other three each took action.
They were all masters of the Martial Dao, with exceptional timing, forming a tacit understanding within a few breaths, even though so had never t before.
The battlefield compressed, and they had already gained the upper hand.
"Heh..."
Seeing victory in sight, Song Kewang, pushed into the corner with nowhere to retreat, let out a soft laugh filled with a sense of loss and sadness.
Bad!
Households Commander Ming, most familiar with Song Kewang, was the first to notice sothing was wrong.
Nine Sorrows Swordsmanship!
Even though Song Kewang had only his instincts left, he had trained this swordsmanship into his very bones, making it a part of his instinct.
In despair, he unexpectedly regained control over it.
Sword Intent erupted.
Households Commander Ming, instead of retreating, moved forward, shouting loudly as he urged his horse forward, rging man and horse into a whirlwind colliding with the Blood Sword.
At the sa ti.
The reactions of the others varied.
Gong Xiong’s eyes showed fear, clearly wanting to retreat, but he was forced by the relentless Tiger Roar Saber intent to roar wildly, driving the saber down.
anwhile, Chen Jiuniang and Linghu An hesitated slightly, wanting to avoid the sharp edge temporarily, but quickly realized that doing so would only put themselves in a desperate situation.
Only by joining forces could they suppress him.
Then they attacked once more.
But that brief pause.
Was enough for Song Kewang.
The encirclent of the four was already showing flaws.
"Zheng!"
The sword blood like a blood lotus, clashing madly with the four, sparks flying at extre speed, causing several to spit blood and retreat.
Song Kewang was also in bad shape, being fiercely knocked away.
"Peng!"
He crashed into a wall, struggling to get up, seeing the four injured to varying degrees, unable to stop him for the mont, and broke into a mad laugh.
Then, he flashed and lunged into the crowd.
Now, heavily injured, his strength was less than thirty percent, but he was more than enough to deal with ordinary soldiers. As long as he could kill and obtain blood.
His strength could quickly recover.
Even,
Beco stronger!
In the ruins.
The lightly injured Chen Jiuniang propped herself up, seeing Song Kewang rushing towards the crowd, her face turned to despair, heart sinking.
It’s over!
At this mont.
The voice of the Daoist, full of righteousness, sounded:
"Those who oppose shall die, who dares to challenge! Strike against the Underworld, return to my True Yang!"
"Urgent as the law commands!"
Zhang Mingrui held the Magic-Slaying Sword, suddenly thrust the Magic Sword into the ground, reciting a spell, activating a Spirit Talisman that shot straight towards Song Kewang.
"Swish!"
The Spirit Talisman turned into light, colliding with Song Kewang, as True Yang energy burst forth, dissolving rapidly against the blood light surrounding him.
"The sun rises in the east, magnificent and splendid. The Five Weapons stabilize the court, beco my Vajra!"
"True Yang as blade, grudges disperse."
"Urgent as the law commands!"
Pure Yang Sword Qi erupted, slashing continuously at the opponent, making Song Kewang scream in pain, his forward montum slowed.
"Heh!"
The soldiers then ford a battle array, shouting in unison, Evil Qi condensed as one, swords, spears, swords, and halberds all striking out with intimidating force.
They did not seek to kill the enemy, but forming the formation ensured their self-preservation.
"Peng!"
The ground trembled, the blood light that Song Kewang had turned into shot back out, abandoning the troubleso soldiers, heading towards the periphery.
Direction.
Precisely where Zhang Mingrui’s simple Magic Altar was located.
As it charged, growling continuously from its mouth, clearly furious at the person who had ruined its plans.
Before he even arrived.
The blood-colored Sword Qi shot out first.
"The sun is bright, the sun rises in the east, I now cast this curse, sweep away all evil, those cursed shall perish, those cursed shall die, Celestial Master and True Master, protect by my side, cut down the demons, body with Spiritual Light."
"I invoke the Supre Lord Laojun, urgent as the law commands!"
Celestial Master’s Protective Spell!
With the spell protecting him, Zhang Mingrui’s eyes widened as he shouted, the Magic Sword in front of him suddenly trembled, bouncing up on its own to et the oncoming enemy.
Sword Control Technique!
This kind of magic was powerful, but not sothing a warlock without mana could cast.
Even with the help of the Magic Altar and Spirit Talismans, perhaps consuming a large amount of blood essence, even... possibly affecting one’s lifespan, could one barely drive it.
The Magic-Slaying Sword flashed, colliding with the Blood Sword, the Pure Yang True Intent cultivated by the Pure Yang Palace burst forth, barely blocking the incoming enemy.
At this mont.
A wisp of black smoke erged from downwind, lightly striking Song Kewang.
"Peng!"
Despite the modest force.
Song Kewang seed to be heavily injured, his eyes widened, spitting blood, as the black smoke crashed him into the ruins.
For a mont, he couldn’t move.
"Good!"
Zhang Mingrui’s eyes opened wide as he exclaid, while driving the Magic-Slaying Sword to strike out.
Sword Control Technique—Three Yang Opening!
The sword light flourished, like a blazing sun crashing to the ground, piercing fiercely into Song Kewang’s body.
At that mont, Fang Zheng also flashed closer.
Seeing Song Kewang, impaled by a sword, still wanting to struggle, he suddenly activated the Five Ghosts’ Pouch, the five resentful souls scread, firmly holding onto his limbs and head.
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